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Ah, Hestia the Growlithe was a presumptuous little pup. Since being one of the unlucky doggies to be claimed during the volcano rendezvous, she had been slowly growing acquainted to a life full of technology and two legged, tall creatures known as humans. Her adaptation to the concrete forests of modern day, fulfilled intelligence was quite hard. It was driving Len up a wall just to have her gain some control over the Pokemon!

She has tried all methods, from wallops with the daily gazette to scoldings and even the denying of those bacon shaped canine treats. Nothing seemed to work! Hestia would chew the newspaper early to avoid her beatings, would bite the speaker speaking to her and worst of all, find her way not only to the doggy treats but to other morsels of food too! It would explain her portly appearance, like a Ditto who swallowed a Voltorb.

This paramount gain of weight certainly left Len dangling and wriggling on tenterhooks. My, what would people think of her walking about with such a . . . such a large ol' thing! She had to make work of this at once, but how? Hestia never obliged to walk at all . . . until now. It was an ingenious plan, but surely not a genius one. Stick, string, and a kielbasa sausage, that was all that was needed. Tethering her up to her leash, Len held the stick beyond the Growlithe's reach. Slowly, they made their start . . . and eventually winded up in Campheron.

"Just back to the base now . . . " she started but was surprised to see her Hestia gone, zipping off down some unknown alleyway following a sent of refined beans and hotdogs. Damn, this meant she had to go get her huh?

The Growlithe's eyes transmogrified to the shape of two, pink beating heats. That looked utterly deeeelicious! With a spring of her over bulging thighs, the overweight ball of plump plunged herself onto the man, mostly after the wondrous and heart attack-inducing wiener he was about to chimp upon.

Len blanched at the sight, extending a bony hand towards the bounding pup and the poor victim who will probably meet a messy demise. Even so, maybe her warning would give way?

"Hey, watch out!" she cried. This didn't seem all too good . . .

Hestia fell with a crash and tumble to the floor before being side pulled by Len who had caught her leash in time. She growled like her namesake towards the teal haired girl, fluffing her jiggly rump up and sitting with a plush squat next to her. Guess she had to behave now, huh?

"Unfortunately," she sighed and tugged the leash of the fire Pokemon. Hestia huffed a bit before obliging, still making eyes at that vein-clog on a bun. By the gods, it still looked delicious even with a large chomp already taken out of it!

An awkward silence met Len's lips as she tilted her head, eying the Meganium. "O-Oh, you have a Meganium?" she asked though the answer was evident as it was probably just staring her in the face. "I've one too."

She pulled the Pokeball from her side pocket and clicked the center ball. Throwing it casually in the air, a indigo flowered and eyed Meganium appeared with much fright. He hated his owner.

"This is Clemency." she introduced. "Say hi?"

The Meganium gave the other a shrill looked and tilted his head with a, "Mmmnn." He wasn't too happy to be around his owner, not at all.

Clemency watched with amusement when the other Meganium gave a teetering little dance but pulled his elongated neck away in a slight panic, not used to seeing his own kind. His indigo flower rustled, releasing a slight tinge of pollen in a hello. "Mmmnee." it replied in a cringe, stepping away from its owner. He really didn't like his owner, not one bit.

"Oh, well, hello!" she greeted and spun on her heel in a gentle pirouette. Hestia quirked a brow in a, 'What the hell is she doing?' She stopped and injected a palm in his direction, fixing her shifted glasses with the other. "I'm Lennyka, Lennyka Patrissia Dinkley! It's nice to meet you."

"Gruff." stated Hestia, since that was all she really could have said at that moment.

"Uh, what?" she smiled as she shook her hand with his. "Ah, no . . . my name's not 'bonita', it's Len-ny-ka. Hello, Inigo!" He reminded her of those well oiled hunks who posed on harlequin books (once she'd never get caught reading, oh no!) with women who lacked a sense of modesty. Retracting her hand, she thought for a moment.

"Hey, were you ever asked to pose for any book covers?" she blurted out. Arceus, why did she have such an open mind? "Oh, uh, never mind, forget I ever said anything! Aha . . . "

Clemency, feeling more welcome with the scent of pollen, approached her and slowly with a twitch of his antennae. Apparently, her pollen told him she was female . . . which could explain his interest . . . considering he was a male and all.

Hestia barked again and took a seat, staring still. Why couldn't she have some too?

"Oh, ohhh!" she mused like the many creative arts personified on Mount Parnassus. "T-Thank you!"

She reddened a degree, utterly flattered. Len, for some reason or another, truly hated her name. She was certainly not a 'daughter of God', certainly since she resented Arceus with her dear heart. There was nothing beautiful about hate! Unless, of course, she was looking at the world through an envy green lens.

"I guess you can say it is unique . . . it's french . . . I-I'm Italian though . . . a bit. My momma's grandma was French though. I was named after her."

Clemency sniffed in returned and ducked away for a moment, humming a more vibrant, "Gnnnniii". Was she going to hurt him? Obviously not with her interest, so he wiggled his petals again. "Gnnneganium."