Lycanrock's Love story #1

The night was calm, the moon shining high above Rei's farm. The land stretched out in peaceful silence, save for the soft sound of two Pokémon dashing across the fields.

Swampert and Lycanroc were out for their usual nighttime stroll—though calling it a stroll was an understatement.

"Hah! I win again!" Swampert grinned, skidding to a stop as he turned to look at his companion

Lycanroc caught up a second later, shaking off the dirt from his fur. "Bro it's not a race"

Swampert laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Excuses."

The two walked side by side, gazing up at the vast night sky. The cool breeze ruffled their fur and scales, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

Then Swampert sighed.

"Hey, Lycanroc… do you ever feel like our trainer really loves us?"

Lycanroc gave him a side glance. "Of course. That's obvious. His food is the best. Nothing can beat it."

Swampert chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But I do have one complaint about him."

Lycanroc smirked. "Oh? What is it?"

Swampert threw his arms up in frustration. "All his Pokémon are males! Come on! I want a mate, bro!"

Lycanroc rolled his eyes. "Dude, a female will only slow down my weapon forging." He had a serious look on his face as he said it, as if his life's purpose was battle.

Swampert snorted. "You and your obsession with weapons… one day, you're gonna realize there's more to life than fighting."

Lycanroc scoffed but didn't argue.

The two continued walking through the forest, their conversation bouncing back and forth—until Lycanroc suddenly froze mid-step.

His ears twitched.

His golden eyes widened.

And then—

BAM!

Lycanroc smacked face-first into a tree.

Swampert burst into laughter. "PFFFT! What the hell was that?! Did you really just—"

But Lycanroc didn't answer. He slowly got up, shaking off the impact, his gaze locked onto something in the distance.

A Zoroark.

And not just any Zoroark.

The most beautiful Zoroark Lycanroc had ever seen. Well it was also the first Zoroark that he see.

Her sleek fur shimmered under the moonlight. Her piercing eyes held a mysterious glint, as if she was a dream that could disappear at any moment.

Lycanroc felt his heart race for the first time in his life.

Then—she was gone.

Vanished into the shadows.

Lycanroc stood there in stunned silence.

Swampert smirked, crossing his giant blue arms. "Sooo… what was that?"

Lycanroc, still staring at the spot where the Zoroark had been, muttered under his breath.

"...Okay. Maybe a mate doesn't sound so bad."