Both of You, Dance Like You Want to Win!

It had been easy, from early in their acquaintance, to think of her as being another girl. It wasn't so much present in their interactions when she had been unevolved, but the moment that Bounsweet had become Steenee, Lillie had caught Mallow referring to the pokémon as if she was another girl, as if she was human even, and once Mallow was doing it, it was easy for both her and Lana to follow her example. And yet, there was something about the practice that disquieted Lillie, that made her anxious. She had been uncertain for so long around pokémon, and now, here she was treating what, until its evolution, had simply been the other girl's pet in the same manner as she did Mallow and Lana—and once Steenee had evolved again, their relationship had only become further complicated.

For the longest time, Lillie had been trying to hide her feelings for Mallow; for the longest time, she had been trying not to say what was on her mind, especially when it was so clear that Mallow and Lana possessed a sort of closeness that she could never hope to obtain. It made her feel envious and impatient, made her short-tempered and mean-spirited. In those days when they all shared such a small space together at the Pokémon School, Lillie had found herself becoming someone she did not like.

It was then, shortly after Team Rocket's intervention in the Pokémon Dance had caused Steenee to transform, that Lillie had begun to sense that the once mild mannered pokémon had somehow matured, somehow grown up.

They said that Tsareena could sense evil intent, and that, Lillie thought meant that at some point someone must have tried what until recently had been an inconceivable act to her, but, at first, she was bewildered by the pokémon's attitude towards her, by the aggression with which she met Lillie's presence, the constant pushing against her, the shoving and demanding. It was only late one night, when she had been unable to sleep, that Lillie worked out what it was that Mallow's Tsareena wanted from her.

The moonlight had been bright, and the night air was balmy when Lillie had ventured outside, sleepless and ill at ease, dressed only in her nightie and one of Gladion's old parkas, black canvas and white trim wrapped about lace and frills.

She had not been thinking of much as she strolled across the lawn, idly considering the objects abandoned within Gladion's old coat—a button badge, a handful of change, the crushed paper and plastic of a cigarette carton—and, as such, had found herself easily startled by the sudden presence of Tsareena, her gaze fixing Lillie with such fierce intensity that she had been unable to part her lips and cry out.

It had taken a moment, a heartbeat, but in that silence of movement, she suddenly understood the other's intentions, and, despite herself, found the possibility exciting. She took a trembling, hesitant step forward, and quick to express her own passions, Tsareena met her eagerly, roughly taking hold of her and pushing her down to the grass.

The other girl—and she had to think of Tsareena as a girl, otherwise this made the situation all the more confused—soon straddled her, and Lillie, named after the gentlest of flowers, found her fingers pushed against the warmth between the pokémon's legs, felt pollen upon her fingertips, and sensed a sweet smell in the air as the Tsareena lowered her head, pushing her face into Lillie's neck, inviting her to finger the gentle crown of sensitive nerves resting atop her head, shuddering with increasing stimulation as the other girl became more accustomed to meeting her desires.

She slept well that night after she returned home, though the following day, spending time with Mallow and her Tsareena, who had been refusing to inhabit her poké ball since she had been a tiny Bounsweet, she found the pokémon continued to glower in her direction, as if daring her to say something.

Whatever, Lillie thought to herself, pretending to study the screen of her pokédex, and ignoring Tsareena's cold stare.

The next night, dressed again in Gladion's old parka, she stood once more on the lawn of her vast family home, and beneath the moonlight, with the scent of spring time pollen in the air, she was not disappointed.