Ash was kneeling, cradling his downed Pikachu in his arms. He and Paul had yet another battle and yet again, they had tied. This had set Paul off into mutterings about how his pokemon were still useless and pathetic losing to someone like Ash. Dawn was done with his endless comments and attitude.
He believed that a pokemon’s strength was the defining value of a pokemon. He pissed off Dawn, especially his constant belittling of Ash despite the two were quite often evenly matched, even with Ash being hard-headed and still not being very strategic.
Ash and Brock were heading off to get Ash’s pokemon healed at the nearby pokecenter. Dawn waved, “Yeah I got an errand to run you guys, I’ll catch up with you in a bit!” She then dashed down the trail that Paul had left on.
She eventually caught up to the boy, who was busy on his pokedex. Smirking she sneaked up behind him- “You know I saw you a while ago.” She squealed and jerked back a bit as Paul talked, the boy still focused on his dex.
“I don’t know why you are following me- a ridiculous hobby like competition. Who cares about the style and grace of a pokemon? What nonsense,” He said dismissing her passion without a second thought, leaving her fuming. Oh she had just the way to ruffle this arrogant kid’s feathers.
“Oh well see, I don’t know how one can have a strong pokemon when they’re incredibly weak.” Paul opened his mouth to say something witty but all he did was gasp, hands flying to his crotch as his purple boxers were forced deep into his butt by an angry Dawn, his waistband already halfway up his back.
“Now let’s have a trainer battle,” Dawn said with a smirk.
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