“Hey Vanille, can you take the trash to the dumpster out back?” Asked a slightly peeved Viol, staring at a timer until midnight when he could purchase Pokemon Moon on the eShop. “Sure, why not?” Vanille would reply, tying up the bag and taking it around back.

	It was a brisk November afternoon, cold, yet not quite enough to break out the winter gear yet. /co/-tan would be hanging out around the dumpster, whistling 'innocently', for some reason. Vanille would ask “/co/-tan what are you doing out here? There's nobody else around. That whistling is really conspicuous, you know.” “Vanille! Uh, hi! Just um... Taking out the trash! Right! Was just about to head back inside!” He'd reply, setting off back inside, walking like he had just shit his pants.

	“Well that was weird...” Vanille would say, hefting the white trash bag over the edge of the dumpster. A pained “OW!” would come from an unknown voice in the dumpster, before a female anthro possum would lean over the edge, idly chewing on a discarded Barbie doll. “The hell was that for?” “Oh, uh, my bad... I didn't really expect anyone to be hanging out, you know, in the dumpster.” The trainer would reply. “What are you even doing in there? And who are you?” “My name's /trash/-tan, but you may as well just call me Trish. And I live here. I actually kind of like it, /co/-tan brings me a bunch of Steven Universe threads, but I do get out sometimes.” The possum would reply.

	“Ooookay then... Where do you go? You said /co/-tan brings you Steven Universe stuff, but who else do you hang out with?” “Oh sometimes I get to go out and hang out with /b/-tan after dark for the bread rides!” “Bread... rides?” Vanille responds inquisitively. “Yeah! Tons of furry goodness! Knots and all!”

	“That's... interesting...” /vp/-tan replies, questioning her decision to stay and converse now. “You like Pokemon at all?” “Oh I LOVE Pokemon! They're hot as fuck!” the furslut would reply “Seriously? You think so too? What's your favorite 'mon?” “Lucario! He's just so hunky!” “Really now? Then what's their average knot size?” “Hmmm... About two inches? Give or take?” Trish answers. “Very good... You certainly know your stuff... And what's special about a Scrafty's junk?” The Pokemon Breeder quizzes. “Ooooh! Oooh! I know this one! It's a hemipenes!” “Correct! One last test... How many teats does a Lopunny have?” “Hmmm... Eight? Wait, male or female?” “Male.” “Six. All useless.”

	“Well played, you're not half-bad Trish... Tell you what, the Winter Ball is coming up, how'd you like to come in for that? Should be fun.” Vanille offers. “Oh that sounds like a lot of fun, but I don't know how much the others would like me there. I'm a bit of a pariah, honestly.” Trish would respond. “Oh don't think like that, you'll love it! Plus all the free food that ISN'T secondhand!” “Ok now that actually sounds pretty good.” Trish replies, licking her lips as she swallowed the aforementioned Barbie doll.

	“Well then I'll see you at the party!” Vanille would reply, heading back inside as she winks back to the possum. “What the hell were you doing out there?” Viol would ask. “Oh nothing. You'll find out eventually.”