Route 102, home to many Ralts. Ralts are somewhat rare pokemon that can be hard to catch. So what is one Ralts has been fighting off attempting trainer after attempting trainer so much that they've evolved all the way to their final form? Enter this beauty of a Gardevoir enjoying a stroll through the grass. Yet a rather pretty flower has taken the Psychi Fairy's attention...so she bends over to sniff the flower more closely, unknowlingly lifting her rather bubbly bottom up like an alluring piece of bait while doing so.
"Pokeball Go!"
Before the psychic type could yelp at the image of something round and hard striking the centre of bum, with enough force to make both cheeks wobble even though covered by her dress, the Gardevoir found herself sucked into the ball and successfully captured. Once the Gardevoir was allowed out of her ball the first thing she did was reach her hands back to rub her huge bottom. "Owowow..." she mentally whined out before spotting the boy and quickly moving her hands away before giving him an annoyed look. "Out of all people to catch me..." she mentally grumbled, unaware of the boy's telepathic abilities.
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