Pokemon have their Poke Puffs to nibble and chew upon but what about their Professors? Particularly those that happen to be as prodigious as they are staturally gifted? In Professor Hank's case it looks like Mareepmallows are on the menu!

Then of course I can't forget to mention and gush over this absolutely incredible art by the ever amazing Jazzumi!

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Yawning, Hank cupped his assistant to his bare chest as he padded out of his bedroom. He tugged aimlessly at the elastic waistline of his pajama bottoms as the wolf's spatial memory guided him. Eyes half lidded, the wolf's broad shoulders bumped and nudged against the mercifully bare walls that lined the halls.

"The early Flying-Type catches the worm," Hank croaked while he possessively stroked a padded finger along his pocket sized employee. He could only grin at the nuzzle against his thumb he received in response.

Stepping forth into the heart of his home, and laboratory, the Pokemon professor winced as blinding blobs of light, comprised of equal parts orange and yellow, matted the backs of his clenched shut eyelids. "It's much too early for Sunny Day," Hank weakly protested as the wolf's heavy feet slapped noisily against the sanitized tiles lining the floor.

Lips pursed, Hank tried to whistle the Pokemon Flute theme as he wandered over towards the kitchenette tucked into the corner. Heated and raspy puffs of air escaped from the wolf's toothy maw. The Mareep, pinched tightly between a warm wall of padded palm and a hill sized pectoral, shifted slightly.

Radda is fast asleep!

Grunting, the Pokemon professor dragged that broad pink muscle, sheathed within his mouth, along his lips. Once more, he whistled. Or tried to, anyway. A pronounced raspberry tumbled from between Hank's lips.

His Pokemon assistant squeezed gently at a padded thumb and nuzzled his horned head against the grey wolf's pectorals. A gentle bahh sounded out as the Mareep rose and fell with the inhales and exhales of his prodigious professor.

Radda is fast asleep!

Reddened cheeks puffed out, Hank relegated himself to stroking gently at his only Pokemon's soft and wooly back.

GRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOANNNNN

Professor Hank used Growl! Well... his stomach did anyway.

Radda woke up!

"Was wondering how many turns you'd drag that out," Hank teased. Playfully rubbing a padded thumb along his Mareep's cheeks, the wolf reached out with his free hand and tugged open the refrigerator.

"Good morning to you, too, Professor..." Radda sleepily trailed off. His orb tipped tail, warm and thrumming with electricity, brushed against the creases in the wumbo wolf's palm. "What's for breakfast?"

Slurping his lips, Hank brought his hand down towards the gentle curves of his soft stomach and held his Mareep against his navel. Another growl, ravenous and nigh insatiable, violently rattled his assistant's wooly frame. "You are," Hank replied matter of factly as he fished out a water tower's worth of Whole MooMoo Milk from the top shelf.

The tinking of glass, be it containers knocking against one another or the shelves lining the interior of the refrigerator, echoed throughout the kitchenette while Hank let his answer hang in the air. After enough time, and sheepish wig wags of both the Mareep's tail and his own, the Pokemon professor relented with a chuckle. "...Is what you were certainly hoping I would say."

A gentle grin came to crease Hank's furry mug as he dragged Radda back up towards his chest and enveloped him in his grasp. "For today, anyway, I was thinking some cereal for myself and some Pokepuffs for yours truly."

TUNK

Hundreds of gallons of milk noisily sloshed within the ginormous jug Hank set down upon the counter. Ivory streams of liquid calcium, bubbling and popping in equal measure, streamed down along the gently curving sides of the glass container.

Radda, arms wrapped around a broad and sheep shaming thumb, leaned into ever more affectionate rubs. Faint crackles of static zapped approvingly at the padded digit gently rubbing at his horned head. "You thinking Cocoa Jumpluffs? Lucky Egg Charms? Pumpkaboo Berry?"

"You're not supposed to know about those," Hank teased as his gaze swiveled up towards the billboard sized box of Ghost-Typed themed cereal hiding atop the fridge. Knocking the refridgerator doors shut with a swing of his cotton clad hips, the wolf reached up towards the cabinets lining the walls and fished out what was, for all intents and purposes, an above ground swimming pool.

"I'm the one who pointed them out to you at the Poke Mart!" the Mareep snooted right back.

Snorting, Hank replied by smooshing his padded thumb against that upturned sheep snout. Faint bleats filtered out from the gaps between his fingers while he tugged down the box of Lucky Egg Charms. Holding it above his pool turned cereal bowl, Hank coerced a veritable landslide of grains and corn syrup to pour free from the confines of the cardboard box.

Brows furrowed, the Pokemon professor harrumphed at the decided dearth of marshmallows interspersed among the egg shaped flakes. "Well now this certainly won't do," Hank declared. With a growl he glared at the absence of sugary puffs within his ITEM menu.

x0 CEREAL MARSHMALLOW

"There's nothing saying you can't eat the cereal as is..." Radda offered.

Hank turned his snout upwards. "This is the linchpin of the entire breakfast experience we're talking about here! I can't very well pour regular old marshmallows into this and call it a meal! Shapes, as colorful as they are delicious, are an absolute must! Whatever shall we do though?" The wolf playfully pondered as his stomach gurgled and churned.

Wiggling excitedly, Radda had all but gathered where this was going. "I thought I wasn't on the menu as of this morning," the Electric-Type teased.

"Desperate times call for desparate measures my dear Mareepmallow..." Hank retorted as he brought the Mareep before his maw for a flurry of doting, and delicious, slurps.

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Clearing his throat, the bare chested wolf stood before a dry erase board. His clawed fingers clacked noisily against its plain white surface and the orange lettering, and pictures, scribbled upon it that detailed the elaborate three step process required to create Mareepmallows.

"You don't really need me to elaborate upon our patented process, do you?" Hank inquired with a smile. Tail wagging side to side he hungrily regarded his adorable, and appetizing, assistant waddling about on the table before him.

Arms held out at his sides, Radda blushily shook his head. "Given that I just lived it... not really."

Mareepmallow Instructions
-Step 1) Procure a marshmallow

-Step 2) Procure a Mareep

-Step 3) Combine the two treats, tasty individually but even more so together, for a Mareepmallow!

"Not too tight a fit, I hope?" Hank asked. Padding over to the table, his broad padded feet thumping rhythmically against the tiled floor upon approach, he offered his hand to his Pokemon.

"I'll make do," Radda bahhed back. His head, tail, and limbs jutted out from the sides of a hastily hollowed out marshmallow he hadn't so much been combined with as he did adorn it. "Now, granted, we both know you could have just as easily slurped me down plain."

"Now where would the fun in that be?" the wolf grinned.