Chapter 1.


Sunny ran down the pavement, his legs as his wings, sprouting, and soaring down the sidewalk. His friend, Milo, was ”flying” alongside him. He and Milo had been friends since second grade, while Milo loved pokemon and liked battling with them, Sunny loved taking care of them, honestly a little too much. He thought about his chickorita back home, who had long since grown chubby. Milo respected Sunny, at least while running. Milo knew Sunny’s “interests” and his willingness to act on his impulses, which meant he was among the list of people he would never trust with a Pokemon, but of course, he could never bring himself to tell Sunny that.

“Hey look!” Sunny shouted, upon seeing a little flash of what he saw as a Pokemon laying in the woods. He halted his run and dove into the woods, leaving Milo to wonder what the hell sunny was even doing. Milo left the woods with a seemingly hungry goomy.

“Heh, this little guy is cute, I always wanted another pokemon.” Sunny said.

Milo’s previous thought came to mind.

“Uhh, you sure? You already have chickorita”

“Yea, but this one’s sooo cute!”

Milo groaned, as he took one step and fell on his ass.

“SHIT!, I’m going home, my ass hurts”

Milo dialed a Pokemon Ride Service on his phone, and sat on a bench. Sunny’s legs, being a lot stronger, could carry him home, and he did just that.

“Gooo…” goomy blurped in his hands, clearly tired.

“Ahh, you’re so cute, you’ll fit right in with chickorita! Well, once your home and well fed at least”

Sunny opened the doors to his home, showing goomy around, and introducing him to chickorita. Chickorita patted goomy, and licked him, making goomy to laugh. Needless to say, introductions were going smooth. Eventually, it was time for dinner, and sunny prepared it in the kitchen. Unlike most trainers, he served his food in pots, way bigger then usual Pokemon food bowls. When he posted his Pokemon eating online on forums, he got quite a bit of flack, mostly for his chickoritas size, and the pots he used as food. The bitchy trainers in the internet called it “over feeding” “abuse” “I’m reporting your account, do better”, but sunny knew his chickorita like the back of his hand, and no one understood that. He prepared 2 pots for chickorita and goomy, put some peanut butter in there to make sure his pokemon liked it, and made 2 more bowls in case his pokemon were still hungry.

“Cant let em go hungry, eh” he chuckled to himself.

Chickorita and goomy scarfed down their meals, and halfway through, sunny threw 2 more poffins in there for good measure. already, goomy was starting to look chubbier, just the way he loved it.

“Heh, gonna have to get you a bed”

He pulled out chickoritas rather large bed, ment for a larger pokemon, as the forums suggested, but he knew better.

“I will be back in a bit, get comfy!” He said as he left.

And of course, his Pokemon obliged.