For most of your life there has been one thing and one thing only you wanted to be more than anything else. You wanted to be a Pokémon master, but you sucked so bad you had no hopes to even be a trainer. Before it even started you could only be real with yourself and went to working for some boring company. After years of this sort of draining lifestyle you couldn’t take it anymore and got black out drunk. The next day when you woke up the first thing you saw was white and red fur? Still not all that conscious you grabbed fist fulls of fur and after feeling the soft fur you swore you could’ve heard….groaning?

when pulling back after hearing groaning sounds you seem to sober up enough to realized that what you were grabbing was the fur of a obscenely large lycanroc. As he looked back at you his smile was almost devilish like he was enjoying the fact you were sharing a bed. With a teasing tone he placed a fat finger on the bed twirling the bed sheets like he was just messing with you.

“Awwww, what’s wrong master? Thought we were having fun.”