One morning when Ryan was still 7
I woke up feeling weird.
My pajama pants and underwear felt wet and sticky.
Oh no… did I pee on the bed?
I quietly pulled the blanket away. The sheet was dry, but my underwear definitely wasn't.
There was a strange, musky smell. My face instantly burned hot.
Wait… is this… a wet dream? The thing that happens to grown-ups?
I looked down. My penis was still pressing hard against the front of my pants, making an obvious little tent.
Over the past few months it had been growing really fast; by now it was already about four inches when hard like this. I'd always figured that might be normal for a seven-year-old in this world, so I never told anyone.
But today it had actually made sticky stuff while I was sleeping.
It's because I have an adult mind in this kid body… that's why everything's happening so fast, right?
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. What if Mom finds out? I have to clean this up right now!
Buneary and Sprigatito were curled up next to me like always.
They woke up at the exact same moment. Their little noses twitched, eyes going wide as they sniffed the air. Whatever the smell was, it was new and super interesting to them.
Before I could even move, both of them pounced!
Buneary's tiny paws pressed right at the front of my pants, her fluffy face nuzzling in close. A second later her little pink tongue darted out and started licking eagerly at the damp fabric, tiny happy "Bun-bun!" sounds escaping with every taste
Sprigatito's rough tongue started licking the sticky spot too.
"No! Stop! What are you two doing?!" I whisper-yelled, trying to push them away.
But it was too late. They were already licking happily, like it was the best treat in the whole world.
I turned even redder.
This is so embarrassing… my own Pokémon…!
I finally managed to scoop both of them up, holding them away from me with shaky arms.
"Stop! You two, that's not something to eat!"
Buneary tilted her head, ears flopping to one side. "Bun…?"
Sprigatito blinked her big pink eyes and let out a tiny, confused "Nyaa?"
They looked so innocent it almost made it worse.
I sighed, my heart still racing. "Come on… bath time. For all three of us."
I carried Buneary and Sprigatito to the bathroom and locked the door. I turned on the hot water and let the big white tub start filling with nice warm water.
While the tub was still filling, I stayed on the bathmat and grabbed the little shower head.
Buneary first: she squeaked happily when I got her wet, let me rub in a bit of Pokémon shampoo, and stood still while I washed it all off. She shook herself like a proud little bunny.
Sprigatito was a total drama queen.
The second the water touched her, she hissed, puffed her tail huge, and tried to climb my arm.
I had to hold her tight while I quickly got her wet, rubbed in shampoo, and washed it off fast. She gave me the saddest "…mowww" the whole time.
When both were all clean, I gently put them into the tub now filled just right.
Buneary instantly started splashing and swimming in tiny happy circles. Sprigatito sat in the shallow water looking grumpy but didn't try to escape anymore.
I quickly washed myself with my own soap under the shower head, cleaned everything off, and then stepped into the tub to sit down with them.
The warm water felt perfect.
For a few quiet minutes the three of us just relaxed together: Buneary paddling around happily, Sprigatito sitting close to me, and steam floating everywhere.
I let the water out, stepped out of the tub, lifted both Pokémon out one by one, and put them on the big towel I'd spread on the floor. They looked like two soggy, colorful burritos.
While I was softly rubbing Sprigatito's back to dry her, my eyes accidentally looked at the tiny, soft pink folds hidden under her damp fur.
Buneary rolled over on the towel at the same time, and I saw the same little entrance between her cream-colored legs.
The thing between my legs got hard again, instantly.
My face burned hot with shame the moment I realized what I'd just seen while drying them.
No… they're my Pokémon! How can I even have thoughts like that?!
I shook my head hard, as if I could throw the idea right out of my brain.
I'm not into Pokémon… no way. It's just these stupid hormones going wild because of this kid body and adult mind. That has to be it.
I forced myself to look only at their faces, dried both of them as fast as I could without glancing down again, then quickly dried myself, wore fresh clothes, wrapped them up together in the big towel, and carried my clean little Pokémon back to the room.
Days went back to normal after that: school, playing with Bran, exploring more of the city, writing in my notebook.
But the next morning, I was pulled out of sleep by something heavy and warm lying right on me. I felt really, really good… all tingly, hot and a very nice sensation down below.