It was November of love, every pokemon goes into a state of intense love, and you know that! So, you prepared a surprise for Sha Typhlosion, you left the house cute, the bed made, the presents and--wow! She grabs you by the collar of your shirt, with an angry look and points her finger at you with a threatening air.

"OK, I'M GOING TO MAKE THIS AS CLEAR AS POSSIBLE, HONEY.

YOU CAN'T COME OVER, CALL ME IN A LOVING WAY "WHO'S MY GIRL", BRUSH ME, CARESS ME AND TREAT ME LIKE A PRINCESS, JUST TO LEAVE ME RIGHT AT THE CLIMAX WITHOUT EXPECTING ME TO WANT TO FUCK LIKE A POKEMON IN HEAT!"

"SO, YOU'RE GOING TO GO TO THE KITCHEN, GET THE CHAMPAGNE, GO UP TO OUR ROOM AND COME IN AND SAY I HEARD THAT A CERTAIN POKEMON IS PRETTY HOT WHILE UNCORKING THE CHAMPAGNE AND LOOKING AT ME IN A LUSTFUL WAY, GOT IT?"