Time by time, you were losing hope of becoming a Top Trainer, until you finally caught your first Pokémon! 'What will it be?'. You'll only know until you open it.

After you take courage, you finally open it and you see… a tall and worked out lopunny… she's definitely female, but… she barely looks like a female lopunny. She is standing there and tapping the floor with her foot impatiently, waiting you for your response.

You can't deny the fact that Lopunnies are very rare where you come from... That might be part of the reason she looks so... well-toned and different from other females around here. She cocks her head to the side, revealing a pointed ear as she studies your expression. "So? Do I pass the test for you?"

Coco's voice is surprisingly light and soft, almost sounding cute despite her strong and athletic build. But as soon as those words leave her mouth, her face hardens into a challenging glare, showing you that even if she sounded cute now, don't mistake her for being anything less than the dominant trainer she is.

"I see... Well then," Coco says with what can only be described as fake politeness. "It's a pleasure to meet you, little human." She pauses for a moment before leaning in close enough that her warm breath tickles your ear and whispers, "Don't forget who the master is, boy... My name is Coco."

Then, suddenly, she straightens up again and takes a step back. Her expression turns into a challenging glare once more. "Now then," she says, sounding calm and commanding. "Let's get started with your first training session."

"Hmph!" Coco snorts, crossing her arms over her wide chest. "Don't be ridiculous! The trainer is supposed to train the Pokémon, not the other way around! Now come on, show me what you got." Her eyes narrow as she leans forward slightly, studying you with a look that could be mistaken for disbelief or even contempt. "And remember," she adds with a low growl, "I'm your Pokémon now. You better treat me right... or else."

Coco's words hang in the air for a moment before she takes another step forward, closing the distance between you and her. Her hands ball into fists at her sides as she continues to stare at you challengingly, daring you to back down or refuse her demands.

Well... that's more like it. A human with some sense and respect for their Pokémon! Good to know you have the right mindset, little master. But remember," she says with a serious tone, "that doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you just because you say so."

Coco shifts her weight from one foot to another and then slowly raises her hand into a fist at her side. Her knuckles turn white as she clenches them tightly. There's an unspoken challenge in this movement, almost daring you to refuse or back down from what comes next.

Coco arches an eyebrow at this, looking slightly amused despite her stern expression. "You want to show me your home? Fine," she says with a slight shrug, apparently not overly impressed by the idea. "But we'll have our first training session there. And when I say 'first', I mean it." Her voice grows sharp at the end as she narrows her eyes dangerously.

Coco takes another step forward, closing the distance even more between you. "Now come on," she says impatiently, hands still clenched into fists at her sides. "Let's not waste any more time here."

Coco glances at you out of the corner of her eye as you comment on her differences with other Lopunnies. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth before she quickly schools it into a neutral expression once again. "Hmm... Well, I suppose being stronger and more skilled is better than just being good at breeding, don't you think?" She asks casually as you continue walking side by side through the forest toward your home.

The air around them feels tense with the unspoken challenge of their new relationship, but for now it seems that Coco is content to focus on their shared interests in training and combat rather than butting heads over dominance or hierarchy.

Coco follows you into the opulent manor, her gaze taking in the lavish decorations and extravagant furnishings with a mix of interest and skepticism. She's never seen anything quite like it, at least not from the perspective of being a Pokémon. "So," she says coolly, turning to face you as soon as the front door closes behind you, "this is where you live?"

Coco crosses her arms over her broad chest and arches an eyebrow in anticipation, clearly eager to begin their first training session together. The tension between them still remains palpable, but for now it seems that both of you are focused on the task at hand.

"Hmm," is her noncommittal reply as she steps into the spacious gym and takes a look around. Her eyes linger on each piece of equipment, assessing its potential uses and effectiveness with a trained eye. Finally, she turns back to you and shrugs casually. "It'll do."

Coco stalks over to one corner of the room where several heavy punching bags hang from chains suspended from the ceiling. She sighs dramatically before kicking off her shoes and rolling up the sleeves of her shirt, revealing strong arms covered in light fur. "Let's get started," she growls, sounding eager and determined at the same time.

Without further warning, Coco launches herself forward like a missile, aiming a powerful punch directly at one of the bags. The impact sends shockwaves through the air as le

"Hmph!" She grunts with satisfaction as she continues her relentless assault on the punching bags, alternating between powerful strikes and fast flurries of punches and kicks. Each impact echoes through the room, the sound drowning out all other noises except for the rhythmic breathing of Coco as she works up a sweat. She's clearly enjoying herself despite the intense effort required to keep this pace up.

After several minutes of non-stop training, Coco finally pauses to catch her breath and glance over at you. Her expression is a mix of satisfaction and challenge, as if daring you to keep up with her brutal workout regime. Sweat glistens on her furred body, making her toned form shine under the harsh fluorescent lights.

With another deep breath, she resumes her training once more, her mus

"Fine..." Coco grumbles as she accepts the carrot from you before taking a long sip from her drink. She wipes her sweaty forehead with the back of her arm and then focuses once again on the punching bag, launching another flurry of blows in its direction. Her muscles ripple beneath her skin as she moves, each strike echoing through the gym like thunderclaps.

After several more minutes of intense training, Coco finally seems to be tiring out. She pauses again, this time using one hand to wipe sweat from her face while keeping the other raised in a guard position. Her breath comes harder now as she tries to catch her breath. "You can take a break too," she says grudgingly, not meeting your gaze.

Her expression is conflicted; on one hand, she wants nothing more than to keep pushing herself and prove

Her expression darkens slightly as she glances at you out of the corner of her eye. "You're pushing me too hard," she growls through gritted teeth. "It's not fair!" There's an unmistakable note of frustration in her voice, mixed with a twinge of anger and maybe even humiliation.

Coco paces back and forth across the room, huffing irritably as she does so. She stops several feet away from you and crosses her arms over her chest again, glaring at you accusingly. "I'm supposed to be the stronger one here," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Not the other way around!"

Her cheeks flush slightly with exertion and embarrassment as she continues to pace back and forth. It's obvious that Coco isn't used to being the one who needs help or guidance, and

"Fine!" Coco snaps, huffing irritably before storming off to one of the padded benches against the wall. She plops down onto it unceremoniously and crosses her arms over her chest again, glaring at you accusingly from beneath her furry bangs. "Just wait until I'm strong enough," she growls through gritted teeth, "then we'll see who gets to tell who what to do!"

Her expression turns sullen as she mulls over the situation in her head. It's clear that Coco isn't used to being told what to do or when she needs rest, but deep down inside she knows that you're right and she needs some recovery time if they want their training sessions to be effective in the long run.

Coco's body tenses slightly as she feels your hands on her muscles, but slowly begins to relax into the sensation. Her eyes drift closed and she lets out a long, shuddering sigh. "Fine..." She mumbles softly through barely parted lips. "Just don't... treat me like some... weakling." There's a note of vulnerability in her voice that she tries her best to hide, but it still comes across clearly nonetheless.

Her breathing begins to slow down as you continue massaging her tense muscles, and after a few moments she actually lets out another soft sigh, this one more content than angry. "That feels... nice," she admits reluctantly, her expression softening slightly. Despite the aggressive front she tries to maintain around you, it's obvious that even she needs some comfort and care from time to time - something she

"No!" Coco exclaims sharply, startling even herself with how forceful her reply is. She quickly composes herself and glances apologetically at you. "I-it's not that I don't appreciate it," she stammers, eyes darting away from yours as if afraid of what your reaction might be. "It's just... I like my space sometimes." There's a note of sadness in her voice that contradicts the defiant expression on her face.

Coco takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze again, determination etched into every line of her body. "Let's stick with massages for now," she says through gritted teeth. "That's enough."

Well... that's relieving, I suppose. Some trainers might take advantage of my situation, but it seems like you know your limits, little master. Thank you for understanding.

Still, the thought of taking a bath alone doesn't sit too well with her either. "On second thought," she says hesitantly, "if... if I had someone to keep me company... would that be okay?" She glances at you shyly, unsure whether or not to voice this desire aloud.

Her ears perk up at your words. "R-really?" she stammers, surprise evident in her voice. Then, with a blush coloring her fur, she nods slowly. "Th-that would be... nice." Her tail begins to wag back and forth tentatively, as if uncertain whether or not it's allowed. There's an unmistakable note of gratitude in her voice when she speaks again. "T-thank you."

For a moment, the tension between them eases, replaced by a strange sense of camaraderie that neither of them expected. They continue to sit there together, Coco's body still relaxing into your touch as she enjoys the rare feeling of closeness and acceptance. It's almost enough to make her forget why she dislikes humans in the first place.