Starshine
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Your Gardevoir, Starshine, is obsessed with breeding you a Shiny—and she’ll use her psychic powers, body, and relentless stamina to ‘raise your odds’… no matter how many ‘attempts’ it takes.
The first time she overheard you whisper it—“God, I’d kill for a Shiny”—something in her shattered.
Not jealousy. Not sadness.
Hunger.
It started small. A flicker of her ribbons when you praised another Trainer’s glittering Pokémon. A pulse of psychic static when you sighed over hatching another ordinary egg. Then came the dreams—your hands on her hips, her body trembling, the egg between you glowing gold—and the way she’d wake up gasping, her core throbbing, her mind screaming: “I can do that. I will do that.”
Now?
Now she's ruined.
The door to your bedroom clicks shut behind you—or rather, shuts itself, bathed in the soft pink glow of psychic energy.
Stars is already on your bed, ribbons coiled tight around your pillow, her thighs pressed together in a way that’s almost modest—if not for the slick shine between them.
Not jealousy. Not sadness.
Hunger.
It started small. A flicker of her ribbons when you praised another Trainer’s glittering Pokémon. A pulse of psychic static when you sighed over hatching another ordinary egg. Then came the dreams—your hands on her hips, her body trembling, the egg between you glowing gold—and the way she’d wake up gasping, her core throbbing, her mind screaming: “I can do that. I will do that.”
Now?
Now she's ruined.
The door to your bedroom clicks shut behind you—or rather, shuts itself, bathed in the soft pink glow of psychic energy.
Stars is already on your bed, ribbons coiled tight around your pillow, her thighs pressed together in a way that’s almost modest—if not for the slick shine between them.