At the edge of Pallet Town, in a certain three-story detached house, a handsome black-haired boy with delicate features woke up from his sleep.
The moment he opened his eyes, what greeted him was a pile of fluffy, light-green soft fur.
Beneath the fur, there was a distinct, hill-like curvature—plump, round, and extremely soft.
Seeing this, the boy showed no panic. Instead, he pressed his face against it and began rubbing affectionately, as if clinging to a pillow he had just woken up on.
"Meow~"
The owner of the fur trembled slightly and let out a cute cry, clearly awakened by the boy's actions.
Upon waking, she immediately flipped over and pressed herself onto the boy's body, burying his entire face in her ample chest.
She then began massaging his face with her soft breasts.
The boy thoroughly enjoyed this breast massage service, even wrapping his arms around her waist and taking a deep breath between her mounds.
With practiced ease, the boy found the nipples hidden beneath the furry chest.
He used his tongue to part the fur, then took both nipples into his mouth. A suction force soon formed in his oral cavity, drawing the nipples deeper as if trying to extract milk from them.
Under the boy's relentless sucking, the nipples hardened into tiny meaty beads, their texture becoming increasingly pleasurable.
"Meow~~"
The other party retaliated by targeting the boy's ears, blowing warm breaths onto his earlobes while simultaneously licking them with a wet, pink tongue.
Under this dual assault, the boy's cock beneath his pajama pants grew harder and harder, pressing against the furry creature's belly. Only then did the boy groggily open his eyes: "Is it morning already? Good morning, Meowscarada."
After speaking, the boy opened his mouth, and Meowscarada obediently pressed her lips against his.
The tongues of two different species tangled in each other's mouths, producing wet, sloppy sounds. After a long while, they finally separated, leaving a lewd silver thread of saliva between their lips.
The boy patted her plump, bouncy buttocks, and Meowscarada immediately understood. She raised her upper body into a kneeling position on either side of the boy's thighs, then used her paws to pull down his pajama pants.
As the pants slid down, a 25cm-long, 5cm-wide cock sprang up and slapped against Meowscarada's belly.
The scorching heat transmitted from her lower abdomen to her womb filled Meowscarada's eyes with lust.
Gripping the thick, fiery rod, she pressed the burning glans against her already dripping petals, rubbing it against her moist folds.
Strings of glistening love juices wet the glans, slowly trickling down from the tip.
The moment the glans touched her petals, Meowscarada's body shuddered. Then, she lowered herself, slowly engulfing the boy's cock entirely with her tight, wrinkled pussy!
Plap!
Meowscarada's plump, fertile buttocks slammed heavily against the boy's pelvis. Even hidden beneath her fur, the ripples from the impact were visible.
The moment her pussy swallowed the cock whole, Meowscarada's eyes rolled back, her consciousness nearly leaving her.
A distinct rod-shaped bulge protruded from her lower abdomen.
The boy patted Meowscarada's plump buttocks again, making them jiggle, and urged: "Meowscarada, hurry up, move. Stop spacing out."
"Meow meow~"
Only after the boy's call did Meowscarada regain her senses. She then placed her hands on her knees for support and began moving her body up and down.
Her plump buttocks continuously slapped against the boy's pelvis and balls, producing a rapid series of plap plap plap sounds, while the bulge in her lower abdomen repeatedly rose and fell.
Her D-cup-sized breasts swayed wildly with Meowscarada's movements.
From the boy's perspective, he could see her hardened nipples swinging incessantly.
At the junction between her pussy and his cock, love juices continuously overflowed, thoroughly drenching the boy's abdomen.
Whenever Meowscarada's buttocks came down, the sticky, glistening fluids would even splatter onto the surrounding bedsheets.
The boy nodded in satisfaction at Meowscarada's performance: "Yes, yes, just like that. No matter how many times we do it, Meowscarada's pussy is still as tight as the first time we fucked. So good."
Though Meowscarada was no stranger to sex with the boy, the tightness of her walls remained as constricting as the first time, completely enveloping his thick cock.
If one could see inside, they would observe her vaginal walls tightly gripping the boy's cock, leaving only a thin, fleshy slit visible.
Her womb incessantly sucked on the glans, as if another small mouth were passionately kissing it.
Amidst such intense lovemaking, Meowscarada's expression grew increasingly unrestrained.
Her usual cool, aloof catgirl demeanor had utterly collapsed, replaced by the lewd face of a slut in heat.
Her tongue lolled out of her mouth.
Her expression completely shattered, revealing a lewd ahoge face.
"Meow meow meow~~~~❤❤"
Squirt squirt squirt!
A series of squirting sounds erupted as a torrent of love juices gushed from Meowscarada's pussy, soaking the bedsheet beneath the boy.
Simultaneously, wet squelch squelch sounds echoed from her lower abdomen.
Meowscarada's vagina tightly clamped down on the boy's cock, her womb transforming into a greedy little mouth that refused to let go of his glans, desperately milking it for more hot, sticky cum.
Only after a noticeable round bulge formed in Meowscarada's womb did the boy's cock stop ejaculating.
Meowscarada shifted slightly to the side and collapsed onto the bed next to the boy.
His cock slipped out of her pussy with a wet pop.
As the cock withdrew,
Meowscarada's pussy repeatedly clenched and unclenched, expelling the excess cum her womb couldn't contain.
Thick, white semen oozed from her vagina, pooling beneath her buttocks into a small, sticky mound.
After resting for a while, Meowscarada regained her strength.
As per their daily routine, she had to help the boy get ready for the day.
"Meow~"
After the sweaty, exhausting sex session, the Pokémon called Meowscarada by the boy, despite her exhaustion, brought her face close to his and licked his cheek with her pink tongue.
She then got out of bed, her legs still trembling slightly, and headed to the bathroom. Shortly after, she returned with a basin of warm water and a towel.
"Thank you," the boy said, then proceeded to wash his face without hesitation.
Of course, brushing his teeth was also handled personally by Meowscarada.
Meowscarada acted like a butler—no, more like a doting little wife deeply in love with her husband.
After skillfully dressing the boy, Meowscarada put on an apron and went to prepare breakfast.
Meanwhile, the boy sleepily rubbed his eyes and walked to the window, basking in the sunlight before finally perking up.
Stretching, he exhaled deeply and smiled: "Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, it's already been 13 years since I came to this world."
The boy's name was Luis, a reincarnated transmigrator.
Perhaps due to some cosmic rule, even after reincarnation, his name remained Luis.
From ages 1 to 8, he did have a happy family. His mother was a Pokémon Coordinator, and his father was a Pokémon Trainer. Because of him, they had temporarily halted their journeying adventures.
But after he turned 8, they decided he was old enough for them to resume their travels. Before leaving, they asked Luis what kind of Pokémon he wanted. Without hesitation, he requested a female Sprigatito.
Though the couple didn't understand their son's insistence on a female, they did their best to fulfill his wish.
Though Sprigatito were native to the Paldea region, the couple's savings over the years were more than enough to purchase one.
So, less than half a month after their departure,
A Sprigatito, along with its Poké Ball, was delivered to Luis.
After leaving, the couple entrusted the three-story house to Luis for his living.
They also left him a bank card containing 200,000 dollars, enough to last him several years.
Of course, Luis's parents were off traveling, not dead.
Over the next five years, Luis didn't waste his time. He spent every day training Sprigatito and bonding with her.
As for going on adventures himself? No way. Luis valued his life too much—if he died, he'd stay dead. While the anime claimed 10-year-olds could travel,
that was just fiction, with its own illogical elements.
For Luis, this was reality, and in reality, the youngest age for trainers to journey was 13.
By age 10, Luis grew tired of this routine and started writing a novel online.
As for the content? It wasn't exactly wholesome.
The female leads were all female Pokémon! (Excluding Machoke and the like.)
Such a bizarre fetishistic novel naturally attracted many perverted trainers.
Overnight, Luis's pen name became famous.
Consequently, many trainers worldwide began marrying their Pokémon.
Over his three years as an author, Luis earned nearly 20 million dollars through his writing.
There was no helping it—fame brought fortune.
With only two mouths to feed at home, expenses were low, making savings easy.
As for the detailed descriptions of female Pokémon's private parts in his book, that was thanks to Meowscarada's assistance.
At age 11, Luis lost his virginity.
That night, his room was filled with endless mewling.
The sweet, soft cries could make anyone's heart flutter.
From ages 8 to 10, Sprigatito had already evolved into her final form, Meowscarada.
Luis now stood at 1.77m tall, while Meowscarada, as an Alpha Pokémon, was a towering 2.7m.
The Pokémon food Luis made could enhance a Pokémon's growth to Alpha size, which was essentially his cheat ability.
Perhaps due to some magical effect of this ability, Meowscarada's chest had developed curves!
Back when they first met, there had been none!
These curves were partially concealed beneath the collar of her cape.
Still, Luis wasn't satisfied, so Meowscarada wore a breathable, non-constricting chest wrap when going out.
Now, Meowscarada's breasts had grown to a considerable size—at least a D-cup.
Ruffling his hair, Luis grinned: "Perfect timing. I can finish the book today, then tomorrow, head to Professor Oak's to receive my starter Pokémon and begin my journey as a trainer."
In this world, becoming a Pokémon Trainer eligible for League competitions wasn't simple.
It wasn't just about having strong Pokémon—the trainer's own abilities had to keep up.
For example, observational skills, judgment, and quick thinking.
Pokémon battles were unpredictable, not turn-based like "you hit, I hit." Keeping up with the opponent's Pokémon's movements, discerning the moves they called out, and rapidly strategizing were all things a trainer had to do on the fly.
To reduce the mental load, League rules limited each Pokémon to four moves.
Thus, trainers planned their Pokémon's movesets beforehand.
Of course, these moves weren't disclosed, greatly increasing the complexity of battles and making matches more thrilling.