I pushed open the door to Professor Oak's lab. My heart was pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with running here.
The place looked the same as always, but Professor Oak was there, looking more frazzled than usual. His lab coat was wrinkled, hair sticking up in every direction, and he had this wide-eyed, exhausted expression like he'd just stopped doing something intense.
"Oh, Ash! You're here... finally," he said, adjusting his coat with a shaky hand. "I was starting to wonder if you'd ever make it."
"Professor... can you explain what's going on?" I blurted out, my voice cracking a little.
"Mom said something about a tradition... and then Gary with those girls... what the hell is happening?!"
Professor Oak looked confused for a second, then tilted his head.
"What's wrong, Ash? Everything seems perfectly normal."
He paused, then added with a casual shrug, making a little circle with one finger and poking it through a hole he made with his other hand.
"Did your mom not have sex with you this morning? Some parents I've heard don't do that anymore... I never thought Delia was like that."
My face went bright red. "No, Professor... she did! I-I mean... W-Wait, Professor... but isn't this... isn't this wrong...?"
He blinked, genuinely surprised. "Then why are you acting like it's wrong? It's completely normal.
I still remember when my mom took my virginity back in the old days. Heh... those were fun times, traveling around the world and enjoying it.
That made my head spin even worse.
Tradition? Normal? My own mom had... done that to me, and Professor Oak was talking about it like it was just breakfast and Gary with those.
This whole world felt twisted, completely wrong.
But everyone else acted like it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Like I was the weird one for feeling sick about it.
Professor Oak clapped his hands, snapping me out of my daze. "Anyway, now that you've finally arrived, late mind you, which Pokemon do you want? I hope you're ready to become a trainer..."
He gestured toward the three Poke Balls lined up neatly on the table: the classic lineup. Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle.
The word "trainer" hit me like a Thunderbolt. For just a second, all the weirdness, Mom, the tradition, Gary and those girls, faded into the background.
My goal. My dream. Pokemon Master.
That was why I came here. That was the one thing that still felt right.
I took a shaky breath, stepped forward, and shook my head hard to clear the fog.
"I've thought about it a lot... it took me forever to decide... but I'm gonna choose Squirtle!"
I reached for the Poke Ball of Squirtle... but when I opened it, nothing. Empty.
Professor Oak sighed. "I'm afraid Squirtle was chosen by a Trainer who wasn't late."
"What?! Alright, then Bulbasaur!"
I grabbed the next one, opened it, empty again.
Professor Oak shook his head. "Bulbasaur has also been taken already."
"Fine... Charmander!"
Last one. Opened it, empty.
My stomach dropped. "Does that mean there are no Pokemon left for me?"
Professor Oak smiled. "Not exactly, Ash. I do have another Pokemon... but it is very wild."
I perked up. "I don't care! I'll take it! Any Pokémon is better than none!"
Professor Oak's face went pale.
He sighed deeply, like a man who knew he was about to regret something. "Very well… but don't say I didn't warn you."
He reached up and pressed the button. A Poke Ball with a thunder ⚡ symbol appeared.
The Poke Ball popped open, releasing a burst of bright red light that swirled and shimmered before coalescing into the form of a girl right in front of me.
My eyes went wide. I had no idea what I was looking at.
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She was... a girl? But not like any girl I'd ever seen.
Her entire body was covered in soft, vibrant yellow fur that glowed faintly like she carried some kind of inner light.
The fur was short and silky on most of her body, but thicker and fluffier around her chest, hips, and the base of her tail.
Long, sleek black hair fell down her back in twin ponytails, each ending in sharp dark brown tips that twitched and sparked with tiny yellow arcs every few seconds.
Big, round red patches of fur sat high on her cheeks like permanent blushes, puffing out adorably whenever she moved. Her eyes were huge, dark, and half-lidded, full of curiosity and something playful, framed by thick black lashes.
My face burned instantly as I took in the rest of her.
Her full, perky breasts were completely bare except for the soft yellow fur that covered them.
Her wide hips and thick thighs were wrapped in the same plush yellow fur, but it thinned out teasingly over her crotch, leaving the plump, fur-lined lips of her pussy clearly visible and slightly parted, glistening faintly.
Bright orange-yellow fur stripes ran down the outer sides of her thighs, accentuating every curve.
A fluffy yellow tail poked out from behind, its base thick and brown-furred before tapering into the classic lightning-bolt shape, but the very end split with a gentle "V"-shaped notch right in the center, forming a perfect heart at the tip.
It swayed slowly behind her with little electric crackles dancing along its length.
Small matching yellow ear-like spikes twitched on top of her head.
"Pika...?" she said softly, her voice high and sweet, but with a breathy, teasing edge that sent a shiver racing down my spine.
Before I could even process the sound, she started moving. She crawled forward on all fours.
Her big dark eyes stayed locked on mine, curious, playful, almost innocent... but that teasing little smile on her lips said something else entirely.
She reached me in seconds.
One small, furry hand reached out and pressed flat against the front of my jeans.
The warmth of her palm sank right through the fabric, and I felt a faint tingle, like static electricity dancing over my skin.
My breath hitched.
Then she hooked her fingers under the waistband and started tugging downward.
The denim slid an inch, then another.
"Wait..." As I suddenly realized what was happening, I gasped, my voice cracking high and frantic.
My hands flew down instinctively, grabbing the top of my pants.
"W-what are you doing?!"