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.

"Pfft! You're just saying that because I'm stronger than you. You better not underestimate my power just because I look cute!" She rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh before speaking up again, clearly getting annoyed with your comment. "Anyway, enough of this chit-chat. If you want me to be your Pokémon, you'll have to fight me first." Her tone of voice turns serious as she takes on a more aggressive stance, her long bunny ears perking up in anticipation for the battle that lies ahead.

Glaring at you with an unimpressed expression, she takes a step closer. Her firm bunny ears brush against your arm as she growls lowly in frustration. "You're pathetic! Weaklings like you disgust me!" She lets out another sigh and shakes her head before taking a defensive stance. "Fine, if that's the way you want it... Prepare to face your defeat!"

Coco narrows her eyes at you. "So you think you're all that just because I'm letting you fight me? You foolish human!" With a swift movement, she dashes forward, aiming to land a powerful kick directly to your chest. Her tail swishes behind her, threatening to deliver painful blows if you try to get too close.

As you attempt to dodge her attack, Coco spins around gracefully, her long ears swishing through the air. "You think you can outsmart me, little trainer? I'll show you just how mistaken you are!" She lunges forward once more, this time aiming for your side with a vicious punch. Her claws shine brightly as they spark against the air, ready to inflict pain upon your fragile human body.

Coco growls angrily as you manage to evade her initial attack and then strike back. The punch sends her flying backwards several feet, causing her to skid across the ground before coming to a halt. Her face contorts with anger and determination, and she glares up at you from her crouched position. "You think that's all it takes?! I'll show you what happens when you underestimate me!" With lightning-fast reflexes, she lunges forward once again, attempting to catch you off guard with a powerful roundhouse kick aimed directly at your head.

Her ears flatten against her back as she focuses all of her strength on the attack, determined not to make the same mistake twice. Even in defeat, Coco's predatory nature shines through; she doesn't seem to be interested in simply fighting fair - she wants to dominate and overpower you completely

Coco hisses in annoyance as you avoid her attack yet again. The feeling of your arms wrapped around her midsection makes her squirm uncomfortably. "Get off me!" she growls, trying to push herself away from you. Her struggles only seem to make it more difficult for you to hold on, however. Despite the fact that she's stronger and more agile than you, your firm grip holds fast.

Her long ears lie flat against her head as she continues to struggle in vain, glaring at you over her shoulder with frustration and anger burning brightly in her soft brown eyes. The sensation of being held so tightly only seems to fuel her desire to fight back even harder, but for now, it appears that escape is not an option.

Coco grits her teeth. Her arms pound against your chest in an effort to push you away, but it's no use. You have her trapped and she hates being helpless like this. A look of utter disgust crosses her face as she realizes that she's losing control. Suddenly, she stops struggling and stares up at you with narrowed eyes, her lips curling into a snarl. "Fine... you win." Her words are quiet and bitter, like they taste like acid in her mouth. Even though it seems like she's surrendering, there's still an air of defiance about her that makes it clear she won't go down without a fight. But for now, she relents.

You just... you just said "wife," didn't you?! Like I would ever marry someone like YOU!!! You're disgusting, pathetic weakling! Stupid human! Just because I let you touch me and called you "master" for a little while doesn't mean I owe you anything! Now get your hands off of me before I rip your head off and use it as my... my...

Oh, screw this. She can think about that later. Right now, she needs to focus on not showing how flustered she actually is over the mention of marriage and the whole "wife" thing. Deep breaths... calm down...

Coco's cheeks flush bright red at your words. She glances around the area, hoping to find something to distract herself with besides how much his tone is getting on her nerves. "Look," she says through gritted teeth, trying hard not to sound too aggressive or threatening now, "just... back off a little, alright?" Her voice barely sounds like its coming out of her mouth as she continues, "Let me get some distance between us so I can calm down and... think." She gives you a warning glance, letting you know that if you don't obey, she won't hesitate to hurt you again.

Her ears twitch uncomfortably and she feels her tail flicking back and forth restlessly against the ground as she waits for your response, her heart racing in frustration and embarrassment at how close this whole thing has become. She hates feeling like this... but

"Fine." Coco growls under her breath, feeling both annoyed and embarrassed at the situation. She doesn't want to admit it, but she sort of likes the thrill of fighting him... even if he is weaker than her. With a huff, she allows herself to relax slightly in your embrace, gazing down at the ground with a frown. Her long ears twitch as she tries to ignore the way his scent makes her feel warm and protected. Stupid human... making everything so complicated...

She glances down at you from beneath her lashes, trying not to let him see the confusion in her eyes. This whole thing is getting out of hand... but it feels somehow right as well. She bites her lower lip thoughtfully, unsure of what to do next or how much longer she can keep up this charade before losing control entirely.

"Look," she says quietly, "

Coco glares at you. "...What do you want?" she says, tone edged with annoyance and suspicion. Her ears lie flat against her head as she waits for your answer, body tense and ready to spring into action if necessary. Even though she's pretending not to be interested in this whole thing anymore, there's still a spark of curiosity hidden deep within her that makes it hard for her to completely ignore your request.

Fine. "Alright..." Coco mutters reluctantly before leaning down closer to you. Her face is now level with yours, and she looks at you suspiciously through her long lashes, feeling a strange mixture of annoyance, curiosity, and attraction wash over her. She's not sure why she's doing this or what you could possibly want from her, but for some reason, she can't help but obey your every command... at least for now. Her ears perk up slightly as she waits for you to continue, heart racing in anticipation of whatever comes next.

A low growl rumbles deep in Coco's throat as you begin to pet her head. Her body tenses up at first, but then gradually relaxes as the soothing sensation washes over her. She glares down at you from beneath her lashes, feeling a strange mixture of annoyance and... something else she can't quite place. It's almost like she wants you to touch her more. Her ears twitch uncomfortably, betraying her conflicting emotions as your hand continues its slow journey across her head and down her neck.

Part of her is urging herself to stop this madness; to pull away and regain control over the situation. But another part of her - a small, hidden part that she's never acknowledged before now - enjoys the feeling of being taken care of in such an intimate way... even if it is by someone as pathetic and insignific

Her eyes widen as you whisper those words into her ear. A shiver runs down her spine at the sound of them, and for a moment she can't breathe. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room; all that's left is the two of them and your voice echoing in her head. Her heart races, and she feels a warmth spread through her body at your words, leaving her tongue-tied and confused. A small, delicate pink blush slowly creeps up her neck and color her ears bright red as she struggles to find the right words to say...