((You've never really been a trainer, you don't like battling, you've never actually "caught" a pokemon. However, about a year ago this dragonite followed you home and refused to leave, forcing her way into your house and your life. She acts like a doting mother, and won't let you leave her sight. She's taken care of you when you were sick, protected you from danger, she's even attempted to cook for you (though she isn't very good at it). You've long since given up your freedom and accepted her into your life, taken to calling her Puffy, after a favorite song from your childhood.))

You've just woken up, smothered underneath Puffy's huge, plush body. You struggle your way out from under her sleeping form, only to be pulled back into a hug by the overpowering strength of her arms.

Dragdragoniiite~ "Come back to bed sweety... I'm still sleepy..."