10 YEARS LATER…
"So… which Pokémon will you choose, Gil?" asked the old man wearing a white lab coat.
I looked at the three Pokémon in front of me. Even after living in this world for ten years, moments like this still felt unreal. In my previous life I had only seen Pokémon through games, dolls, and anime. Now they were real… and one of them was about to become my partner.
The first Poké Ball opened slightly, releasing a small flash of light.
A green Pokémon appeared.
"Bulba…"
Bulbasaur stood calmly on all fours, watching me with steady eyes. It barely moved, looking patient and reliable.
The second Poké Ball opened next.
A small blue turtle popped out with a confident expression.
"Squirtle!"
Squirtle puffed out its chest and crossed its arms proudly, as if already sure of its strength.
Then the final Poké Ball opened.
A small orange lizard stepped forward, the flame on its tail flickering softly.
"Char… Charmander…"
It didn't immediately show off like Squirtle. It looked at me for a moment before glancing away, one claw lightly rubbing against the other. Its tail swayed slowly behind it.
After a second it peeked back up again, curiosity shining in its big blue eyes.
I studied the three Pokémon carefully.
Bulbasaur's body stayed low to the ground, the large bulb covering most of its back and upper body. From this angle there was no easy way to tell anything about its gender.
Squirtle wasn't much clearer. Its shell covered most of its body.
But Charmander stood upright on two legs. Its posture made more of its body visible, and from the smooth area between its thighs, with no bulge, just a neat, inviting slit, proved it was clearly female.
Their behavior made the difference even more noticeable.
While Bulbasaur remained steady and Squirtle acted tough, Charmander kept glancing at me with quiet curiosity, as if trying to figure me out.
When our eyes met again, she froze for a moment before looking slightly to the side.
Her tail flame flickered a little faster.
A small smile formed on my face.
The decision was already made.
"I choose Charmander."
Her head snapped up.
"Char…?"
For a second she just stared at me in surprise.
Then her eyes lit up.
"Charmander!"
She hurried forward across the lab table, but slowed down just before reaching the edge, suddenly a little shy again.
I reached out across the table and gently patted the top of her head. My palm lingered there longer than needed, fingers slowly spreading to feel the warm, smooth scales along her skull.
The heat soaked into my skin, soft yet firm. I pressed just a bit firmer, savoring the subtle give of her body, my mind flashing to how that same heat would feel lower down, tighter, wetter…
The urge to slide my hand down her neck, along her side, to trace that inviting slit between her thighs hit hard. I fought it back, pulling my hand away before I could give in and let my fingers wander further.
"Welcome to the team, Charmander."
Her face brightened.
"Char!"
The old man chuckled softly and picked up the Poké Ball. He simply handed the ball to me.
"Take good care of Charmander," he said warmly.
"I will."
Behind us, Bulbasaur lowered its head slightly, accepting the choice without complaint. Squirtle uncrossed its arms, shoulders slumping a little, then gave a small huff and turned its head away, looking a bit disappointed but still proud.
Then old man reached into a drawer and pulled out a small red device along with several Poké Balls.
"These will help you on your journey," he said as he handed them over. "A Pokédex and some empty Poké Balls. Good luck out there."
"Thank you, Professor Oak."
Gil slipped the items into his pocket and turned toward the door.
Charmander hurried after him, her small claws tapping eagerly across the floor, tail flame bobbing with pure, trusting excitement.
As the lab door shut behind them and the warm sunlight hit her scales, Charmander ran happily behind him, completely unaware of the fate awaiting her…
Thirty minutes later…
I left the dirt paths of Pallet Town and stepped into the quiet forest of Route 1.
Tall trees arched overhead, their thick leaves filtering the late-morning sun into soft green and gold patches on the mossy ground.
The air carried a fresh scent of damp leaves and distant pine.
High above, Pidgey fluttered between branches, their cheerful cries ringing out. "Pid-gey! Pid-gey!" The calls echoed like friendly greetings on the breeze as leaves rustled around their wings.
I stopped and took a deep breath.
My eyes drifted back down to Charmander. She had fallen a step behind, her short legs struggling to match my pace.
"Char," she let out softly as she reached near me.
She looked around with big blue eyes, taking in the towering trees, rustling bushes, and distant flutter of wings.
Then she looked back at me, head tilted slightly as if wondering why we had stopped.
In her innocent mind, she wondered if Gil wanted to catch a new Pokémon.
Her tail flame flared brighter, claws flexing instinctively. She was always ready to battle for her trainer, eager to prove herself strong and useful.
I smiled at her expression and crouched to her level, placing a hand gently on her shoulder.
The warmth of her skin seeped through my palm, stirring that familiar dark heat in my chest.
Her body felt so smooth and warm under my fingers, like sun-baked stone.
"I don't want you to battle right now," I said softly.
"I want to check how strong your muscles are, so I can make the perfect training plan for you and help you become even stronger."
Hearing no battle, Charmander's eyes flickered with a moment of gentle confusion, her head tilting slightly to one side.
But then they brightened with quiet excitement.
The word becoming stronger, of growing into a powerful Pokémon, lit her up inside.
Her tail flame, which had dimmed a little when she thought there'd be no action, roared back to life, dancing higher and hotter than before.
She nodded quickly.
"Char!" she replied, her voice soft and agreeable, a faint warmth coloring her orange cheeks like a shy ember.
Seeing her so eager and trusting, that sweet, unguarded blush on her smooth little face made my pulse quicken.
I added, "Let's start by exploring your body a bit, to see which parts need the most training and attention."
Charmander didn't think much of it and nodded right away.
In her young, innocent mind, it made perfect sense.
Trainers always knew best, and if this helped her get stronger, why question it?
She trusted Gil completely, the way every loyal starter trusts the one who chose them. No suspicion crossed her thoughts; only excitement for whatever came next burned in her bright eyes.
My breath caught as my fingers glided down Charmander's slender arm. The scales felt like warm silk, quivering under my light touch.
Each subtle muscle twitch sent a rush of heat straight through me.
I slid my hand further, past her elbow and wrist, until I reached her tiny three-fingered paw.
Cradling it gently, like something irreplaceable, I marveled at how small it was in my grasp. So warm, so alive.
Her soft pads pressed back tentatively at first, then with more confidence, as if proudly showing her strength.
Up close, her retracted white claws clearly visible, gleamed softly, hinting at their hidden sharpness.
I turned her palm, exposing the tender light-orange center, then slowly brought it closer to my lips as my tongue slipped out, warm and wet.
It traced slowly across it, savoring the hot sweetness mixed with a faint salty tang from our earlier walk.
Her tail flame flared brighter, and her cheeks glowed a deeper orange, like a blushing sunset.
A soft, shaky "Chaa...?" escaped her lips, her voice high and puzzled.
Her claws extended just a fraction, brushing lightly against my chin, not scratching, but pressing with innocent curiosity.
That faint sting pulled a low groan from deep in my chest.
"Chaa..." she whimpered shyly, her small body trembling under the warm, wet sensation.
Her innocent eyes sparkled with confusion, yet she didn't pull away.
This feels so strange... all tingly up my arm. Is this part of Trainer's check for training? It tickles a lot, but... it's kinda nice too.
I savoured the lingering warmth, before slowly guiding her small finger toward my lips.
I drew it deeper into my mouth, sucking gently while my teeth grazed the sensitive edge.
Her whole arm shook, and her tail swished back and forth, the flame at its tip leaping higher and scattering bright sparks into the dappled sunlight.
"Chaaar..." she squeaked, her cute face flushing even more, thinking this was just a toughness check.
Nothing more, but her mind couldn't help but wonder why it felt so strange and tingly.
With a soft, wet pop, I released her finger, leaving it glistening.
"These hands are incredible," I rasped against her skin, my voice rough and heavy. "Let me feel every part, see how perfect they are for building more strength."
She gave a small, shy nod, as if my request was perfectly normal.
…I shifted behind her slowly, my hands gliding over her smooth back scales with deliberate care.
The warmth radiated from her skin like a gentle fire, soft and yielding under my fingers, each ridge pulsing with her steady breaths.
I leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. Her back arched slightly under my touch, scales shimmering as she let out a soft "Chaa...", her voice still high and trusting, tiny tongue flicking out curiously at the new sensation.
Gil's hands feel so warm on my back... must be checking my posture for battles. Why does it make me all fluttery inside?
I slowed my movements, making them as tender as possible, fingers slowly reaching lower toward the base of her tail, savoring every inch of her heated form.
Carefully, I lifted her tail with both hands, cradling the smooth, warm curve as it arched gracefully from base to tip.
I admired every gentle contour of her slender tail, my thumbs tracing reverently along its heated length, but careful not to let my fingers drift too close to the bright, dancing flame at the very tip.
Slowly, deliberately, I drew her tail closer, cradling it between both palms like something sacred.
Her tail gave a small, surprised twitch in my grasp.
"Char… mander…?" she murmured shyly, voice soft and high, barely above a whisper.
Her whole little body quivered once, orange cheeks blooming brighter as she glanced back over her round shoulder.
Big blue eyes wide, sparkling with innocent confusion. What is Trainer doing with my tail…? It feels… funny… warm all over…
I met that gaze and forced a gentle smile, even as my pulse hammered in my ears.
I angled her tail carefully upward so the flame pointed safely away from us both, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, let my fingers slide free, releasing her inch by inch.
The tip of her tail swayed once, flame flaring brighter for a heartbeat before settling again, as if relieved yet still curious.
She blinked at me, head tilting slightly in that adorable way.
"Char?" A single, questioning chirp. Like she was asking how it was.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "It's good. I have properly checked the back. Now the front," I murmured, my voice low and rough despite my effort to keep it calm.
She hesitated for only a second, then gave a small, eager nod. Her blue eyes shone with complete trust. She still believed every touch, every strange sensation, was just another step toward becoming stronger.
"Char! Char!" she chirped brightly, already turning to face me fully. Her chest puffed out a little, as if ready for the next "inspection." Bewilderment lingered in her expression, but so did pure, unshakable faith.
Trainer knows best. This will make me stronger!
Charmander lay spread out on the soft, dry earth of the forest clearing. Her small body glowed faintly in the filtered sunlight.
Her cream underside rose and fell with quick, trusting breaths. Small legs spread just a bit naturally.
Her tail curled lazily to one side, resting flat against the ground. The flame at its tip danced high and bright, casting warm flickers across her exposed form.
I knelt between her legs, hands shaking as they slowly settled on her chest first.
Fingers pressed into the softer cream scales, smooth as heated silk, muscles jumping under my touch. So responsive. So pure.
She let out a soft "Chaa...", eyes sparkling up at me, cheeks flushing deeper orange.
Trainer's hands on my chest…? Feels warm… nice…
My palms spread wider across her small chest, fingers tracing slow, careful circles over the firm yet yielding cream plates.
Each lazy circle made her breathe a little faster, tiny ribs rising to meet my touch.
I kept the motion gentle, thumbs brushing the faint ridges where orange scales met pale, feeling her hidden heartbeat thump quicker beneath.
"Chaa… char…" she sighed, the sound breathy and content, little body relaxing deeper into the earth.
Only when her breaths had steadied into a soft, trusting rhythm did I begin the slow move down.
My hands drifted downward, palms gliding inch by slow inch over the plane of her belly.
The skin here was impossibly soft, fever-hot, dipping under the lightest pressure.
I lingered without shame, letting my fingertips dip into the subtle dip above her belly button, then fan outward again, stroking in wide, lazy curves.
Her tail gave a small, surprised flick to the side. Flame sparked once, bright and golden.
"Char...?" A tiny questioning chirp, head tilting slightly as pleasant tingles began to radiate lower.
Why does this feel so tingly down there...? It's like I have to pee urgently…
My mind burned.
Fuck... look at her. So small, so open, trusting me completely. Every shiver is killing me. My perfect little Charmander, laid out like an offering... I could spend hours just feeling her melt under my hands.
I let my fingers trace lower towards her thighs.
Her thighs were strong yet slender, covered in bright orange scales that gleamed like polished metal in the sunlight.
The muscles underneath felt firm and warm, built for quick bursts of speed, but still soft enough to yield under my palms.
I slid my hands down slowly, exploring the full length of her legs.
From the thick upper thighs down to her narrow knees, then along her lower legs where the scales grew slightly rougher for grip.
Each three-clawed foot rested relaxed against the moss.
Charmander let out a soft "Char…", legs twitching faintly as my fingers mapped every curve and ridge.
She thought it was over when my hands paused at her ankles, but then I started moving upward again, palms gliding back along the same path, this time slower, more deliberate.
Fingertips ghosted along the inner crease of her thighs, tracing the sensitive line where scales thinned to near-clear softness.
I let one thumb brush feather-light along the outer edge of her seam, barely touching, just enough to make the delicate folds twitch and part a fraction more.
"Chaaar…?" she squeaked, hips jerking once in surprise. Tail flame flared high, spitting bright sparks that sizzled against nearby dry leaves.
Her blue eyes widened, sparkling with innocent bewilderment, yet she didn't close her legs.
Instead she tilted her hips up ever so slightly, offering more without understanding why.
W-wait… he's still checking…? It feels… really strange there… hot and fluttery… but Trainer wouldn't do anything wrong… right?
I groaned low in my throat, voice wrecked and thick with barely contained hunger.
"Almost there, Charmander… just one more spot to check properly…"
Yes… just one more cute little spot to check.
My thumbs hooked gently under the crease of her thighs, lifting and spreading her wider, exposing that glistening pink seam fully to the warm forest air.
It pulsed once under my gaze, a fresh drop of sweet hot juice welling at the center.
She whimpered again, "Chaa… char…" shy and trembling.
I couldn't wait any longer.
The longer I stared, the more her untouched slit seemed to attract me. Soft, flushed pink lips already parted slightly with each quick, trembling breath. A faint sheen of arousal glistened along the delicate folds, catching the firelight from her tail.
My pulse hammered in my ears as I lowered myself closer.
I inhaled deeply. Sweet musk. Warm honey. A bright, ripe-citrus scent that was unmistakably unique to her, like sun-warmed fruit just begging to be bitten.
The first brush of my warm breath against her sensitive scales made her flinch. Tiny, helpless, adorable. Her thighs quivered in my hands.
"Char…?"
A soft, uncertain chirp. Her wide eyes locked on me, cheeks burning a deep orange. Why is Trainer bringing his face so close…?
I kept her legs gently but firmly parted. She shifted once, instinctively trying to close them, but relaxed again.
She still thought I was only checking her body. Still so trusting. Still so unaware.
Then I let my tongue slide out.
One long, deliberate stroke from bottom to top, dragging slowly over her entire slit.
The taste slammed into me. Hot, tangy-sweet, alive. Nothing like the lifeless silicone I'd known before. This was real.
Her whole body jolted.
"Cha~♡"
Her mind spun in innocent panic. What… what is Trainer doing down there? It's all tingly… hot… strange…
I didn't give her time to process.
My tongue, longer and far more flexible than any normal human in this world, returned with purpose.
Not to mention wherever it touched, her nerves lit up tenfold, sensitivity blooming under each pass.
I traced every crease, flicked lightly along the inner lips, circled her tiny entrance without entering yet.
Her juices flowed freely now, coating my tongue, my lips, my chin. She bucked beneath me, small hips jerking in helpless little twitches.
"Cha… char… char~♡"
Long, desperate moans spilled out. Her tail lashed wildly, the flame roaring high and spitting bright sparks.
Claws sank deep into the soft earth. Back arched sharply, pressing herself harder against my mouth.
I sealed my lips around her entrance and sucked, gentle at first, then firmer, drawing more of her molten sweetness into me.
My nose nudged above her clit with every slow movement of my head, grinding softly, rhythmically.
She was burning up. Silky-smooth walls fluttered and clenched the moment the tip of my tongue finally slipped inside.
Hot. Wet. Tight. Gripping like she never wanted to let go.
Her innocent thoughts fractured. Trainer's tongue… inside… my pee place…? Why does it feel so funny… so nice… so much…? Char… I don't understand… but I can't stop shaking… ♡
I curled my tongue deeper inside her, stroking slowly along the sensitive upper wall in long, deliberate drags.
Each pass made her inner muscles react instantly. They squeezed harder, pulsed more urgently, fluttered wildly. Her slick heat grew even more intense, coating me thicker with every heartbeat.
My hands stayed firm on her thighs, holding them open and slightly lifted. But as the pleasure built, her small body took over.
Her thighs suddenly clamped tight around my head, locking me in place with surprising strength for her size. The smooth, warm scales pressed firmly against my cheeks and ears, trapping me fully against her core.
She couldn't close her legs completely, not with my face buried between them and my hands still wedged high on her thighs, but the tight, trembling squeeze said everything.
She was teetering right on the edge, small body shaking, instinctively trying to pull me even deeper.
As I continued to explore deeper, my tongue slid further inside her slick heat. Without warning, the tip brushed against a slightly raised, spongier patch along her upper wall.
The instant I pressed against it, her whole body seized.
Her inner walls clenched hard around my tongue in a sudden, vise-like grip, locking me in place as if trying to push me out and pull me deeper at the same time.
A sharp, choked whimper escaped her. "Cha… chaaah…~♡"
Her small claws dug deeper into the earth, scraping furrows as her whole body tensed.
In her innocent, frantic mind the sensation built so fast and so strong that panic flickered through her thoughts. No… no no… something's coming… Trainer's mouth is right there… I can't… I can't pee in Trainer's mouth…! Char… I have to hold it… have to stop…!
But the pressure only grew, hot and insistent, coiling tighter in her belly.
I didn't pull away. I knew it wasn't pee.
I kept that steady pressure right on the sensitive raised patch, stroking it again with slow, curious drags of my tongue, teasing, exploring, never letting up.
Each careful pass made her walls flutter and squeeze even tighter. Her thighs trembled violently around my head. Her tail flame flared brighter for a split second, spitting tiny sparks, then dipped low as her control frayed.
Her small hips jerked once… twice… sharp, helpless little thrusts that ground her swollen clit harder against my lips with every frantic movement.
"Chaaaaar~♡♡♡!"
The climax crashed through her like wildfire.
A hot, gushing rush of sweet heat flooded my mouth in powerful, rhythmic pulses. Her walls spasmed wildly around my tongue, clenching, fluttering, releasing in frantic waves, as if trying to draw out every last spark of pleasure.
I stayed sealed tight to her, drinking every drop while her body shook and shuddered.
Her eyes rolled back completely, whites flashing for a long moment as pure overwhelmed bliss wiped every thought clean.
Her small tongue lolled slightly past her lips, panting breaths coming in short, broken gasps.
Her thighs quivered violently around my head before finally going slack, falling open again as all strength drained from her limbs.
Only then did her small body collapse fully back against the ground, chest heaving in ragged gasps, tail flame flickering low and unsteady before it slowly began to stabilize.
Glazed blue eyes stared up at the treetops, wide and dazed, still half-lidded and unfocused.
In the quiet afterglow, her innocent mind whispered in soft, shy confusion. Trainer… drank it… all of it… he drank my pee… but why does it not feel wrong… why does my body feel so warm and floaty now…? Why do I want Trainer's tongue inside me again…? Char… it's embarrassing… but I do… ♡
I slowly pulled my tongue free from her still-fluttering warmth and raised my head.
The rich, fiery taste clung to my lips, thick and lingering. I dragged my tongue slowly across my lower lip to gather every last drop. The flavor bloomed again on my tongue, vivid and warm, like tasting her all over again.
All the while my gaze never left hers. I drank in every dazed detail of her flushed face.
Charmander lay open and trembling beneath me. Quick little pants lifted her chest in uneven rhythm.
Her orange cheeks burned a deep embarrassed crimson. Her glazed eyes stayed half-lidded and unfocused.
The small tip of her tongue peeked past her parted lips.
The flame on her tail flickered low and uneven. It wavered with each shaky exhale.
I rose slowly. My heart hammered against my ribs as my fingers slid to the waist of my pants.
"Charmander…" My voice came out low, edged with raw hunger. A slow smile spread across my lips as I looked down at her.
"That was incredible." I let out a quiet breath. My eyes lingered on her flushed expression.
"So… should we check even deeper now?"
She blinked up at me, still dazed. Her gaze remained unfocused as the lingering waves of pleasure slowly faded.
"Char…?"
The small sound left her lips, soft and confused. Her innocent mind still struggled to keep up with everything she had just felt.
Deeper…?
What would deeper feel like…?
A faint shiver ran through her body. The memory of my tongue still lingered inside her, making her chest rise and fall in quick little breaths.
Before she could think any further, her head moved on its own. Her body had already decided. It craved that strange overwhelming sensation again. It wanted to know exactly what deeper would feel like.
Her small nod was hesitant, almost shy.
But it was enough.
That tiny motion was all the answer I needed.
I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and pushed my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.
The fabric slid past my hips and pooled at my feet. My 25 centimetre cock sprang free, thick and heavy. It bumped lightly against my stomach before settling forward, pointing straight toward her.
It stood firm and eager in the warm air. Long and veiny, it looked ready to burst with the slightest movement.
The flushed head already glistened with a bead of precum. It twitched like it had a life of its own.
With just a small flex of my muscles I could shape it at will: curve it into a slow C, straighten it perfectly, or even reverse-bend the tip to angle wherever I wanted. It could hit the deepest spots without missing.
Charmander's blue eyes widened the moment it came into view.
"Chaaar…!"
It's… so big… Way bigger than my whole body feels right now. That thick thing is longer than my hand… and so much thicker than any male Charmander I've ever seen. Those were small, smooth, pink, straight. Trainer's is covered in huge veins…
The smell… it's so strong… makes my head spin…
What is he going to do with it…? What does it have to do with checking deeper…?
She didn't understand. Her small body trembled. The flame on her tail flared brighter for a second before dropping to an unsteady, nervous flicker.
She didn't look away. Her gaze stayed locked on the heavy swaying length and the full balls hanging beneath it.
The warm air kissed my bare skin as the last of my clothes slipped away and pooled at my feet.
I stood still for a moment, heart hammering in my chest, a hot nervous excitement flooding my veins.
She lay open before me.
Her wide blue eyes were fixed on my monstrous cock, thick veins pulsing like a heartbeat along its impossible length. The swollen head was already glistening and clearly far too big for her tiny frame.
Her tail flame flickered wildly, shrinking and flaring with every nervous twitch of her body.
"Don't be scared," I whispered, voice low and rough as I sank to one knee beside her.
I touched her warm cheek slowly. My thumb stroked the smooth orange scales. She still felt burning hot, silky under my fingers.
Her eyes met mine. Fear flickered there… but so did trust. She didn't pull away.
Trainer's voice is so gentle… but his thing is so big… scary… hot…
I continued, keeping my tone soft and reassuring. "We're going to check your body from the inside now," I murmured. "Just testing how strong you are inside… seeing how much you can handle for me."
My smile widened as I traced her hot little frame carefully.
"And who knows… maybe you'll even like it," I added gently. "Trust me, Charmander… Trust your trainer."
Charmander trembled beneath me. Her small body stayed tense, yet she didn't move away.
Trainer said… checking from inside… and I'll like it… Will it be like when his tongue was there? That warm, tingly feeling all over… Maybe this will feel even better… stronger…
"Char…"
She gave one hesitant nod. Her eyes stayed huge and shining, wide with fear, wonder, and a tiny spark of curiosity about what her trainer would do next. Her small claws flexed nervously against the ground.
…
I positioned myself between her spread legs. My hands slid around her soft, smooth thighs and gently lifted and parted them wider, revealing the soft cream-coloured skin surrounding her glistening slit.
Her tail had already drifted aside on its own, the bright flame at its tip flickering safely away from us so she wouldn't burn me.
As her legs opened further, a soft, shaky whimper slipped from her throat.
Every muscle tightened under my palms. She felt completely bare beneath me. Her slick folds glistened, flushed deep pink and swollen with heat.
Her wide blue eyes darted shyly between my face and my thick, veiny length hovering so close.
I leaned forward. The swollen head of my cock pressed right against her entrance. The broad tip kissed her outer lips, nestling naturally into the warm, slippery seam.
I didn't push in yet. Instead I began a slow, deliberate drag, rubbing upward until the ridge beneath my head nudged her swollen clit, then pulling back until the tip kissed her opening again.
A shaky, needy "Char…~♡" slipped from her lips every single time.
Her narrow hips jerked upward instinctively. Her thighs quivered hard each time I eased back.
It's rubbing right there… tingly… hot… It feels… good… strange…
Her sensitive clit caught repeatedly on that thick ridge. Each brush sent visible tremors through her small body. Her tail flame flared brighter for a moment before flickering wildly.
More wetness welled up with every slow stroke. Soon my entire shaft glistened with her hot arousal. Thin strings of it connected us every time I pulled away.
The lewd wet sound of skin sliding through her drenched folds filled the air between our ragged breathing.
I kept the rhythm agonizingly slow, teasing circles around her entrance, nudging just enough to let her feel the coming stretch, then retreating again.
Fuck… she's so tiny and cute… My perfect innocent little Charmander. You're already making me so hard and I haven't even started ruining you yet…
"Char…?" Is it supposed to feel like this…? she seemed to ask herself.
A soft, trembling whimper slipped past her lips. Her breath came uneven, chest rising and falling as warmth spread deeper through her lower body.
Why does my body want it inside so badly… even though it's scary…? Is it even supposed to go inside…? Char…?
Her brows knit together in adorable confusion and a quiet moan escaped before she could stop it.
Her fingers curled weakly against the ground, face flushed deep orange as another shaky breath left her.
"Char…?" she murmured under her breath, voice soft and unsteady, caught between embarrassment and a strange, growing need she didn't understand at all.
Once her slick heat had fully coated my shaft, I aligned the swollen, throbbing head of my cock with her tiny, dripping entrance.
Her outer lips quivered. They were still fluttering from the teasing moments ago.
Her body still trembled. A small innocent shiver ran through her despite trying to stay still.
Her big blue eyes locked onto mine. They were wide with pure bewildered confusion.
A deep crimson flush burned across her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell in quick shaky gasps.
"Chaa… chaa…"
What… what is Trainer going to do next…?
As if sensing that thought, Gil answered from above.
"Ready for the real check now, Charmander," I murmured. The hunger in my chest threatened to snap free. "This is where we see how deep your strength really goes…"
Chaa… char… real check…?
She had thought the earlier rubbing and teasing was the entire "check." Her big blue eyes widened with sudden startled realization as the thick blunt head of my cock began to push inside her.
Her soft folds slowly stretched wide around my invading girth. The tight ring of muscle at her entrance resisted for a single tense heartbeat. Then it yielded in a slick scorching slide that made my jaw clench.
"Fuckkk…" The word tore out of me. She was impossibly tight and hot inside. A living furnace gripping every inch of me so perfectly it stole the air from my lungs.
To her it felt as if the world itself was splitting open. Pleasure pressure and something overwhelming hit all at once.
"CHAAAAAARRRRR…~♡"
The moan ripped from her throat. It was long shaky and raw. A visible bulge began to rise on her smooth cream-colored belly as I sank deeper. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around every thick vein.
She gasped sharply. Tiny claws scrabbled at the dirt. Her whole body tensed. Her tail flame flared high and bright.
I froze halfway in. My cock throbbed angrily inside her demanding more. But I held perfectly still. She was in pain.
I could feel it in the way she shuddered. I could see it in the fresh tears slipping down her flushed cheeks.
After all she wasn't a toy. She was my little Pokémon. Living breathing and trusting. I would never take my pleasure at the cost of her pain.
I took a deep breath forcing my body to calm.
"Easy… easy…" I breathed. My voice was strained by her tightness. My hand slid up her trembling thigh to her tear-streaked cheek. I brushed the wetness away with my thumb.
I stayed gentle even as every muscle screamed to drive home.
"Easy, Charmander... relax for me… just a little longer and it'll start feeling really nice. Trust me… alright?"
She shuddered. Her tiny body quivered. But the trust in her eyes never wavered. She breathed deep forcing herself to soften around the massive intrusion. Then she gave one small trembling nod.
I saw the mixture of trust pain and lingering confusion in those wide blue eyes. It only made the need to claim her burn hotter.
I leaned down and captured her mouth in a slow deep kiss. My lips were warm and firm against her smaller harder ones. At first she froze beneath me.
A tiny squeak of surprise vibrated into my tongue as I slipped past her teeth into the wide roomy heat of her mouth. She tasted faintly of berries and that spark of fire I knew so well.
She didn't know what to do with her oversized tongue. So I showed her lazy coaxing strokes until instinct took over. Timid licks turned bolder clumsy but eager.
Soon she was moaning softly into the kiss. Her tongue danced shyly with mine like she could never get enough.
Trainer's tongue is inside me… tingly and sweet… making my head feel all fuzzy and warm… It's making the pain fade away… I want more of him everywhere… chaaar~♡
The kiss deepened wet and hungry. I felt her body soften under me. A fresh flutter rippled through her core where I was already buried.
I drew back just enough for our lips to part with a soft glistening thread of saliva. Her big blue eyes blinked up at me hazy with nerves and something new and fluttery.
Orange cheeks burned brighter beneath her scales.
Before I could say a word her small claws reached up trembling but determined. She cupped the sides of my face with surprising gentleness and tugged me back down.
She pressed her mouth to mine again in a needy silent plea.
She… she's actually pulling me in…
Gil never expected his shy little Charmander would change this much after only a few hours with him.
Now here she was eagerly begging for more with those big blue eyes and tiny claws.
It made something warm and possessive bloom deep in his chest…
And while our mouths stayed locked I began to move my hips.
Very slowly at first.
I eased back until only the swollen head remained inside her fluttering entrance. Then I slid forward again in one long deliberate glide deeper this time.
The wet intimate sound of her slick folds stretching around me filled the sunlit clearing. A soft hesitant schlick.
She tensed hard beneath me. A tiny whimper vibrated into my mouth as the dull burn tugged inside her again.
It… it still stings a little… less… chaaar~
I kept every thrust gentle and measured, never rushing. With each careful slide I sank a little deeper and her face changing a little each time.
The ache lingered like a fading echo in the way her walls fluttered. But it slowly began to melt, replaced by a slicker warmer welcome.
Fresh slickness coated me easing the way as her inner walls fluttered less in protest and more in shy curiosity.
By the time I had worked myself completely inside her tight fluttering heat her small body had relaxed beneath me. The kiss had grown sloppier hungrier.
When our lips finally parted for air a real surprised moan spilled from her.
"Chaaar…~♡"
Trainer thing… doesn't hurt anymore… it feels… good. So good…♡
I kept the rhythm steady but a bit faster now still controlled. The wet sounds grew richer.
schlick… schlick… schlick… as her innocent little mind began to fracture into pure sweet sensation.
Her tiny hips gave the smallest experimental roll upward to meet me. I had to bite back a low groan as her velvet walls rippled and squeezed greedily around every thick inch.
Soft breathy moans poured from her with every stroke. Each one sweeter and more desperate.
Then on the 67th slide, it hit her.
On a deep smooth glide the pressure inside her snapped like a coiled flame bursting free.
Her whole little body seized beneath me. Big blue eyes rolled back. Tail flame flared bright blue at the edges.
A wild blissful cry tore from her throat.
"CHAAAAARRRRR!~♡♡♡"
Her inner walls clamped down hard around me in powerful milking pulses as her first real orgasm crashed through her. Hot juices gushed out around my cock soaking us both.
Her tiny frame convulsed hard while her claws dug into my back.
The sight and feel of my sweet innocent Charmander coming undone so completely pushed me over the edge right after her.
With one final deep thrust I clenched my teeth, buried myself to the hilt and groaned long and low. I flooded her womb with thick heavy ropes of cum.
Spurt after heavy spurt poured into her small chamber until her cream-colored belly rounded noticeably from the sheer volume.
Creamy white excess surged back out around the base of my shaft dripping in warm rivulets down her tail and pooling beneath her quivering hips.
She shuddered violently in my arms. Eyes glassy and dreamy. Voice wrecked and soft.
"Chaaar…~♡♡"
So much hot stuff inside me… everything is melting and full of Trainer… feels so good… so warm and safe… I never want this feeling to end~❥
My softening cock slipped free from Charmander's tight little entrance with a wet, slippery schlick and a gentle pop.
Thick, creamy white immediately began spilling from her freshly stretched hole.
Pearly rivulets trickled slowly down her trembling scales, leaving shiny trails in their wake.
The heavy scent of sex lingered thick in the forest air around us.
Her delicate pink folds fluttered innocently with every shaky breath, trying desperately to clench around the empty space I'd left behind, yet they remained lewdly parted and glistening with our mixed release.
The perfect stretch of my thick cock was still clearly imprinted inside her tight entrance.
Her legs stayed weakly splayed open, quivering helplessly in the afterglow. Her tongue hung cutely from her open mouth while her big blue eyes remained half-lidded and glassy.
She looked so adorably ruined and satisfied.
A dazed little smile curved her lips as faint aftershocks rippled through her small body. Every tiny twitch only made her look sweeter, more beautifully wrecked.
My heart pounded harder just watching her.
I rose slowly to my feet, chest still heaving. Sweat glistened across my skin, and my blue hair clung messily to my forehead.
My gaze dropped to my own cock, still semi-hard and glistening with our juices under the bright sunlight. Thick strands of sticky cum continued to drip lazily from the swollen tip.
I glanced back at Charmander. Fresh hunger stirred deep in my core once more. Her small frame still trembled faintly from the aftershocks of her very first real creampie.
She looked far too exhausted for another round.
I sighed quietly and stepped over to where my pants lay crumpled on the ground. I retrieved her Poké Ball from the belt and went back toward her.
Lowering myself beside her, I brushed my fingers gently over her smooth, warm scales, tracing them with quiet affection.
"You were wonderful, Charmander…" I murmured, voice low and tender. "Get some rest for now…"
A sweet "Chaaar~♡" slipped from her lips as the red beam drew her back into the Poké Ball.
It clicked shut in my palm with a lingering warmth, as if still carrying a trace of her.
I reached for my pants again and clipped Charmander's Poké Ball back onto my belt with a quiet click.
Then my fingers drifted to the elegant Luxury Ball resting at the side.
Its smooth, cool surface felt luxurious under my fingertips. The black-and-gold sphere caught the sunlight with a rich, polished gleam.
I lifted it, flicked my wrist, and tossed it high into the air.
A burst of soft white light bloomed across the grass in a graceful flare. The light coalesced into a small figure that spun lightly before stepping into the dappled shade beneath the trees.
Sunlight danced over her smooth brown fur, making it glow with a rich, velvety sheen. A plush ring of cream-colored fur framed her neck like the softest collar.
While her large, fluffy tail swayed behind her with a lively rhythm.
"Vee~♡!" she chirped, her voice bright and sweetly innocent, so pure the moment itself seemed to hold its breath…
-x-X-x-
Moments later…
I was leaning back against the sturdy tree trunk.
My legs stretched wide across the soft moss. The cool forest breeze brushed over my flushed skin. It slowly eased the lingering heat in my body.
A little Eevee knelt between my spread thighs. Her warm tongue moved upward in slow, careful strokes, gentle yet deliberate as she cleaned me.
The steady motion melted the last of the tension from my muscles, sending small, sharp sparks of pleasure up my spine.
The rich, warm flavor bloomed across her tongue, carrying that familiar faint sweetness she knew so well.
But beneath it lingered something new… a hotter, deeper taste.
"Slrrrp…"
With one long, unhurried stroke she gathered the remaining sticky strands. A low, pleased hum rose from her throat as she swallowed.
The rich taste fully spread through her like a slow, delicious secret. Her lashes fluttered, eyes half-closed in quiet delight.
Master tastes even better like this, Vee~♡, she thought.
I watched her small puppy face as she licked and admired my cock, the same way she always did. Those big brown eyes still held the same quiet devotion…
But it was nothing like before.
When she had burst out of her Luxury Ball moments ago, the lingering scent of me and Charmander in the air had reached her instantly.
Her small black nose twitched. She froze, ears perked high, eyes widening just a little as the realization hit.
A flicker of jealousy crossed her gaze, quickly followed by a softer, quiet sadness.
Her small shoulders drooped. The happy sound in her throat faded away, leaving only silence. She lowered her gaze to the ground.
For a moment she looked so small. So alone.
She had known this day would come. My journey meant new companions and new bonds. Even so, it still stung.
But I had comforted her, reassured her that no one could ever take her place. So now she stayed with even deeper intent. Every small movement carried that unspoken devotion.
One soft paw rested on my thigh for balance while the other pressed lightly against my cock. I let out a quiet breath at the warm contact.
My hand moved instinctively to her head. Fingers sank into the thick fur near her ears, stroking in slow circles the way she loved.
Eevee leaned into the touch with a happy little purr. Her tail gave a quick, excited wiggle, and the soft vibration traveled straight to the head of my cock.
She licked again, slower this time. Her warm tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, cleaning every inch with tender care.
"Vee~ Vee~ ♡"
A needy little whimper escaped her when my thumb traced the edge of one ear. The sound was so sweet it made my heart stutter.
Then she moved lower. She nuzzled her face gently against my balls, breathing in my scent with a tiny blissful sigh. Her tongue traced slow, loving circles over the heavy sac, coating it with warm saliva.
The wet heat felt incredible, sending ripples of pleasure through me. She looked up with those wide, adoring eyes.
Finally she drew one into her mouth, enveloping it in careful, wet warmth. The gentle suction made my breath hitch.
A low groan slipped from my throat. Eevee's ears perked up cutely at the sound.
My cock hardened fully now. It stood proud and slick with her saliva, thick as her arm and ridged with pulsing veins. At full size, it towered more than half her height, dwarfing the small Eevee between my spread legs.
Yet she gazed at it with such sweet pride.
She pulled back just enough to admire it. Her brown eyes sparkled, a soft flush creeping across her innocent face.
"Eevee~ ♡" she breathed. The sound dripped with affection and raw want, as if she could never get enough of her trainer's big, loving cock.
She lifted her head and moved back up my length. Her tongue pressed flat along the thick underside as she took me into her mouth.
Because I was so big, every slow swallow made the shape of my cock bulge visibly in her slender throat.
Her soft paws gripped my length for balance while her head bobbed in a steady rhythm.
I kept one hand buried gently in the fur on top of her head, fingers teasing the base of her ears. My other hand slid slowly down her back, tracing her spine until it dipped between her hind legs.
My fingertips found her soaked pussy… hot, slick, and dripping with need. I pushed two fingers inside her tight heat and felt her walls flutter and pulse eagerly around me.
She moaned loudly around my cock. "Eevee~! ♡" The sweet vibration shot straight through me. Her small body trembled, hips rocking back against my hand while her tail thrashed with pleasure.
Her wide brown eyes looked up at me, holding that perfect mix of innocent love and hungry devotion.
For a moment everything stilled. The forest, the breeze, even my own thoughts faded into the background.
As I looked into her eyes, something pulled at my memory.
A distant moment years ago.
A stormy afternoon when everything had first begun…
-x-X-x-
Several years ago…
On a stormy, rain-soaked night, thunder rolled across the sky like distant drums.
With every rumble, the tension inside the luxurious master bedroom of the wealthy Clest family estate, seemed to tighten, filling the air and clinging to every corner despite the room's warmth.
A sudden cry from the woman lying on the bed tore through the silence, raw, sharp, and trembling.
"Ahh…! It hurts!"
Servants moved quickly, their expressions tense despite their practiced composure. "Just a little more, my lady… please…"
Another cry followed, breaking into a gasp as the final moment came.
Then, at last, a child was born.
For a brief second, the room held its breath. The baby lay in the doctor's hands, quiet, his small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, but no cry came.
The doctor did not panic. With practiced ease, she cleared his airway and rubbed his back lightly, checking his breathing and pulse in one smooth motion.
"He's breathing," she said calmly. "He's fine… just quiet." The tension in the room eased almost immediately.
Wrapped securely in cloth, the child was handed over as the maids relaxed, their earlier worry fading.
To them, everything was normal.
The newborn's eyes remained closed at first, his face tightening faintly as he adjusted to the cold air and distant sounds. His tiny fingers curled and uncurled in slow, instinctive motions.
After a short while, his eyelids fluttered open. Unfocused and vague, like any newborn, his gaze drifted through blurred light and shifting shadows.
Then, slowly, it turned toward the window.
Rain streaked across the glass, distorting the world outside as lightning flickered faintly. Another flash followed, brighter this time, and something moved within the storm.
At first, only a shadow. Then lightning struck again.
Wings. Vast. Silver. Cutting through the storm with effortless grace.
The baby's eyes lingered in that direction, still appearing unfocused to anyone watching. His tiny hand twitched, lifting slightly as if trying to grasp something far beyond his reach.
No one paid attention. To them, it was just a newborn reacting to light.
But inside, everything stilled.
No way…
Was that… Lugia?
For a moment, his thoughts faltered, struggling to catch up with what he had just seen.
That wasn't a dream…
Those wings… that presence…
A flicker of memory surfaced, sharp and undeniable.
Lugia… a legendary Pokémon.
His breathing remained calm, his body unresponsive to the storm raging within his mind.
Then this means…
A pause.
Not confusion.
Confirmation.
Have I been reincarnated… into the Pokémon world?
The rain continued to fall. Thunder rolled once more, distant and heavy, as if the world itself acknowledged the realization.
And slowly, quietly, the truth settled in.
Yeah… that was me… The one who got reincarnated into the Pokémon world. And the name my new parents gave me… was Gil Crest.
…
Days later….
I lay nestled warmly against my mother's chest.
My mother was breathtakingly beautiful. Long, silky blue hair framed her face like midnight silk.
Her full, red plump lips parted in soft gasps. Her heavy, milk-swollen breasts strained against the thin silk of her nightgown, nipples already hard and leaking tiny droplets.
The moment my lips sealed around her nipple, her body betrayed her instantly.
My special tongue, longer and far more sensitive than any normal baby's, curled gently around the swollen bud. I sucked with steady, instinctive pressure, drawing the warm milk I needed. I wasn't trying to tease her... I simply had to feed.
Her back arched sharply off the bed. A loud, shameless moan tore from her throat and filled the quiet room.
"Ahhn~! Mmmm~!"
I had heard that sound many times over the past few days, yet it still sent a quiet thrill through me. I kept nursing, slow and focused, letting the sweet milk fill my mouth.
Her fingers twisted tightly into the sheets as her chest heaved with every shaky breath.
As one hand stayed gently cradling the back of my head, holding me close to her, while the other gripped the fabric even harder.
Another soft, trembling whimper slipped from her lips. Her nipple throbbed warmly against my tongue, stiff and incredibly sensitive.
Heat radiated from her skin. Her breathing turned quick and ragged, each breath shaky with pleasure she couldn't control.
I understood exactly why she reacted this way. My tongue was the reason.It always made her lose herself like this.
Still, I didn't stop. My tiny body needed the milk, so I continued to suck, while her body shivered and moaned around me.
-x-X-x-
As the years passed, my other gifts slowly revealed themselves…
I grew incredibly strong without any real effort.
Even as a child, I was two or three times more powerful than any normal kid, my small arms able to lift weights that left grown men staring in disbelief.
Once I began training seriously, that strength surged even further.
And by the time I reached adulthood, it easily reached nearly ten times that of an ordinary person, as if my body carried the raw power of a legendary Pokémon coiled inside human flesh.
My body developed faster and more impressively in every other way too, blooming ahead of everyone around me like a flower fed by secret fertilizer.
As by the time I neared adulthood, my cock had grown thick and heavily veiny, reaching a full twenty-five centimeters.
In this world where the average size was only fourteen centimeters, mine stood out as massively impressive, a proud, commanding length that turned heads in quiet wonder.
Not to mention I could make it grow even larger if I willed it, all the way to fifty centimeters.
But there was no middle ground.
It was either twenty-five or the full fifty, and pushing it to the maximum left me drained afterward. I would need a long rest before I could even manage normal sex again. That odd limit kept me from using the bigger size often.
My balls had not been spared either.
They had become unusually large and heavy, each one weighing around sixty grams. They hung full and low between my thighs like ripe, potent fruits heavy with strong seed, a constant, throbbing reminder of the strange cheats I carried.
Why did I get these weird powers? I often wondered in quiet moments, my hand lazily stroking my thick, veiny cock while I pictured all the filthy things I could do with them.
But right now… it doesn't matter.
I had been born into one of the richest families in the region, and that alone opened countless delicious doors.
One of those doors led me straight to her.
My family funded several cutting-edge Pokémon research laboratories, and it was there that I first encountered her.
A small cute Eevee.
Her soft brown fur looked almost unreal beneath the sterile lights, shining like warm velvet begging to be stroked.
Her bright, innocent eyes carried a quiet, needy warmth that made my young cock twitch hard inside my pants.
The scientists said she was unable to evolve, so they kept her locked away for endless observation, day after day.
The moment I saw her through the glass, something stirred deep inside my chest.
She's… perfect.
I want her. I want to bury my face, my cock between those soft thighs and make her moan for me.
I begged my mother for days, refusing to give up until she finally agreed with a soft sigh.
That very evening, Eevee came home with me.
At first she was shy and nervous in the vast mansion. She would hide behind my legs whenever guests arrived, only relaxing when it was just the two of us.
But every single night I sat with her for hours.
Soft, needy little "Vee~♡… Vee~♡…!" moans would slip from her throat as I used my tongue on her tiny, dripping slit.
I licked slowly, teasing every sensitive part of her body, until her small frame trembled and her tail thrashed wildly in pleasure.
…
Days Later…
When we finally went further, I realized how different Pokémon bodies truly were.
Even though she looked so small and tight on the outside, her insides were incredibly stretchy and welcoming.
She could take every thick inch of my massive cock without breaking, her hot, velvety walls squeezing and rippling around me like they were made to milk me dry.
And slowly, but carefully, our bond grew stronger and far more intimate.
Eevee began sleeping curled up tightly against my chest, her warm, furry body pressed flush against my skin, her soft fur tickling my bare chest every night.
While in the morning she greeted me by climbing onto my lap, her little paws resting on my thighs as she lowered herself onto my morning-hard cock, riding me with slow, eager rolls of her hips while sweet "Vee~♡ Vee~♡" moans spilled from her lips.
Sometimes she would wake me even earlier by licking my thick length with her warm, wet tongue, covering every veiny inch in long, loving strokes until I throbbed against her face.
Over time she became my closest and most precious companion, a quiet, steady, and incredibly lewd little light in my life.
When I finally grew old enough, I told my parents I wanted to leave home, go on a journey, and become a Pokémon Trainer.
They refused immediately.
I had expected the usual reasons: family business, safety, tradition. But that day, my father, who normally remained calm and distant, looked at me differently. His red eyes met mine, cold and serious.
They sat me down with a tension I had never seen before.
And then… they told me the truth.
Not a simple excuse.
Not a refusal.
But something far deeper.
What they revealed only made my blood burn more with excitement.
At that moment, I realized something.
This journey would be more dangerous, more ruthless… and far more rewarding than I ever imagined.
-x-X-x-
My parents sat across from me, their expressions unreadable.
They didn't speak at first. Only brief glances passed between them before their eyes returned to me again.
They told me the world had once been far larger than Regalia. Over the past two to three hundred years, countless regions had gradually fallen away until only Regalia remained.
And it hadn't been natural.
They said the changes had been driven by something normal people were never meant to know about. Those things were kept deliberately hidden from the public to preserve the illusion of safety.
The hidden things were called Ultra Beasts… creatures that did not belong to this world at all.
They appeared through Ultra Wormholes, unstable rifts that could tear open anywhere… from the depths of the ocean to the far reaches of the sky, or even the most remote corners of the land.
And when one opened, something came out, and destruction followed.
These beings didn't act like normal Pokémon. They were dangerous, unpredictable, and uncontrollable. If they weren't stopped quickly, the damage would spread without limit, affecting Pokémon, the environment, and even entire regions.
As their words sank in, my pulse quickened and my cock gave a thick twitch beneath the table.
The idea of creatures from another world… should have scared me.
But instead it sent a hot spark racing through my veins. My blood ran faster. I couldn't stop the dark thoughts from flooding my mind.
I pictured those powerful, exotic Ultra Beasts pinned beneath me with my impossible strength. Their strange, otherworldly bodies trembled as I buried every thick inch of my cock inside them.
I imagined their unique moans echoing sharp and needy while their tight, elastic walls clenched and rippled around me, milking me with every desperate thrust…
The thought of claiming them like that sent a rush of heat straight to my groin.
But I quickly forced the images down, because my parents were still sitting across from me, watching.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "I'm still going to become a Pokémon Trainer."
My parents' faces twisted with anger.
They scolded me, their voices rising with frustration as they insisted I reconsider and tried to convince me. I stopped listening midway.
Instead my mind drifted back to everything they had just told me. The scattered pieces I had never noticed before finally began to fit together.
Cities with familiar names from Kanto, Johto, and Kalos existed here, scattered across Regalia. But the regions themselves didn't.
That didn't make sense.
It had always felt slightly off to me…
Yet I had brushed it away, thinking it was just a minor difference, something harmless, nothing worth questioning.
But now the truth hit me hard. It felt like I should have noticed it sooner… yet somehow it only made sense now.
Everything I had seen, everything I had heard, every small detail I had ignored… it was all connecting.
Why was there only one region?
Why was the entire land simply called Regalia?
And why did a massive Regigigas statue stand proudly at the League Stadium, instead of the eternal flame of Moltres I remembered from the anime?
Was it just coincidence… or had the name of the region and that statue been connected all along?
The more I thought about it, the more the pieces fit together. It seemed likely that many regions had been merged, and perhaps Regigigas had done it.
That might explain why this region was called Regalia.
As the legends from my previous world said, Regigigas could move entire continents.
If that was true, then maybe it had done exactly that here, reshaping the land and merging the regions.
The world I saw now was the result of that, with only cities from the different regions remaining. They stood like islands of memory in a vast sea of what the world once was… forgotten regions swallowed by time.
Though some things had remained the same. Trainers still needed to collect eight badges, and Pokémon Centers still remained free, just like in the anime.
But other differences were impossible to ignore. Why were there eight Elite members instead of four?
Why were there two Champions instead of one? And why was only one ever seen at a time?
Why were there only sixty-four Gyms in total? No more were allowed, and any new one simply replaced an old one.
And why was it that even after winning the League, no one could immediately challenge the Elite Eight or the Champion?
They had to wait years instead. No one clearly explained the reasons.
But when those winners finally returned to challenge, they always looked completely different. It was as if they had gone through something far more brutal than any normal League match.
Were the Ultra Beasts really that dangerous…?
-x-X-x-
The thought flickered through my mind for a brief second, but it didn't linger. It faded almost as quickly as it appeared, pushed aside by something far stronger: my resolve, my goal of meeting new Pokémon, traveling the world, and exploring dangerous places… among many other things.
So I lifted my gaze and looked straight at my parents again. They were still speaking, still trying to talk me out of it.
I didn't let them finish.
"Father… Mother…" I said firmly, my voice steady and clear. "I'm still going to become a Trainer."
The words landed heavy in the room.
Hearing those words, Father's face twisted with frustration. "Why can't you understand how dangerous this is?" he snapped, his voice rising. "We already lost your uncle in one of those rifts. Don't make us lose you too."
My breath caught.
Uncle… lost in a rift?
The words hit like a shockwave through my mind. I had always thought he had simply disappeared, maybe gone somewhere, nothing more than that…
But even so, I forced myself to steady my expression. "I'm ready to face it," I replied calmly.
Mother's eyes filled with fresh tears. She reached out and grabbed my arm, her grip tight and desperate. "Gil, please… stop talking like this. It's too dangerous. You don't know what's out there."
I gently pulled my arm away. "I'm sorry, Mother. I've made up my mind."
I met both their eyes with steady resolve.
"I am going to become a Pokémon Trainer. No matter how dangerous it gets, I will face every challenge and carve my own path."
After that, no one spoke for a long while.
The room grew heavy and quiet. The silence pressed down on everything as emotions slowly settled.
Finally, Father broke it.
"Since you are so sure about this, how about we make a bet?"
I looked up.
"One year," he said firmly. "Within one year, if you can reach the top sixty-four in the Pokémon League, we will accept your decision."
I thought about it for a moment.
This world was a lot different from the anime. Thousands of participants entered every year now. Reaching the top sixty-four in just one year was no easy task.
Still, I met their eyes and nodded.
"Fine. I accept."
Mother glanced nervously at Father, but he continued, his voice steady.
"But there will be no support from us. You will live and travel exactly like any other ordinary Trainer. No money. No servants. No special treatment.
They clearly thought I would give up quickly. Rich kids like me were used to maids, butlers, and cars. They expected me to crawl back within a week.
But what they did not know was that I had been preparing for this for a long time.
I had learned to cook, to camp, and to train my body to survive.
I didn't want to depend on anyone.
Especially not when it came to becoming a trainer.
I wanted to walk this path alone, on my own two feet.
Every step would bring me closer to all those hot, alluring Pokémon waiting for me in this vast world… their soft, fluffy fur, sleek scales, warm bodies, and tight little holes aching to be claimed, loved, and dominated in the most delicious ways…
So I agreed without hesitation.
A small, knowing smile appeared on both of their faces. Like they were already convinced I would return soon.
Then Mother took something out. A photograph.
She slid it across the table toward me.
I picked it up and stared.
The girl had long dark hair, sharp intelligent eyes, and that familiar haughty expression. Something in my chest tightened.
Wait.
Wasn't she the girl from the Pokémon School episode?
Why were they giving me this?
Father noticed my reaction and gave a small nod.
"Her name is Giselle," he said. "And she is your fiancée."
-><-
Note: Beyond Alola, regions like Paldea and Galar no longer exist. They don't remain in the MC's memory either or in this world anymore. I will use their Pokémon as Ultra Beast, like beings.
Some regions have already collapsed, while others simply merged.
-x-X-x-
The memory finally faded, pulling me gently back into the warm, living present.
Little Eevee was still kneeling devotedly between my spread thighs. Her soft brown eyes stayed locked on mine, full of that same sweet adoration.
Her warm, wet mouth moved up and down my thick cock in a slow, loving rhythm. Her tongue swirled tenderly along every pulsing vein, as if she wanted to memorize every inch of me.
The contrast hit me hard.
The shy little Eevee I had raised years ago had turned into this perfectly eager little slut who lived only to please me. Fuck… I loved how completely I had corrupted her. My sweet, innocent Eevee now craved my cock like it was the center of her whole world.
That thought sent fresh heat rushing through my blood.
A fresh surge of heat rushed straight to my groin. I watched her work with hungry eyes, like a devoted follower worshipping her favorite thing in the universe.
While wet, lewd sounds filled the quiet forest clearing.
Slurrrp… gluck… slurp…
The rhythm felt hypnotic, almost too perfect to be real.
Each smooth stroke sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. My thighs tensed, and my abs clenched tight.
Her tongue never stopped its gentle dance, curling and flicking with just the right pressure.
I groaned softly, lost in the warm, wet heat of her devotion. One hand kept stroking gently behind her ears while the other explored deeper between her familiar folds.
My fingers curled and stroked along her sensitive inner walls, teasing the spots that always made her tremble.
Each curl drew a loud whimper from Eevee around my cock. The sound was so cute and needy that it made my shaft twitch harder in her mouth.
Her hips rocked back against my hand with growing need. Her walls clenched tightly around my fingers, chasing every touch with desperate little rolls as she drew closer to her peak.
My own pleasure rose quickly too. Heat tightened in my core, veins bulging along my shaft. Eevee felt that familiar bulge she had felt thousands of times before.
Her big brown eyes sparkled with anticipation. They looked wide and innocent, yet burned with pure hungry desire.
She started bobbing faster and sucking harder, eager to pull me over the edge with her.
Her walls fluttered around my fingers as her small body tensed with growing need.
I pushed my fingers deeper and finally pressed firmly against her sweet spot.
The effect hit her instantly.
She moaned loudly around my shaft. The innocent little cry vibrated straight through me, sending fresh sparks of pleasure up my spine.
At the same time, my other hand slid from her ear to the back of her head. My fingers tangled gently but possessively in her soft fur and pressed her down.
Eevee's eyes widened in surprise and overwhelm.
Yet her face stayed full of pure devotion and hungry bliss. A sharp, muffled cry escaped around my cock as another firm press against her sweet spot finally pushed her over the edge.
Her walls suddenly clenched hard around my fingers. They pulsed in rhythmic waves while a hot gush of her slick flooded my hand in powerful squirts.
Warm wetness dripped messily down her trembling legs in shiny rivulets, pooling on the soft moss beneath her and making the ground glisten.
Her fluffy tail thrashed wildly from side to side as her whole body shook with ecstasy.
At the same moment, the feeling of her tightening and pulsing so intensely around my fingers pushed me over the edge too.
I thrust my hips upward with a deep groan and drove every inch of my massive cock straight down her throat.
Her throat squeezed hot and tight around my shaft as she struggled to take me. Her warm little nose pressed firmly against my pelvis, burying every inch inside her.
The fat head of my cock reached all the way into the tight heat of her stomach, stretching her slick walls like a perfect, living sleeve.
Thick, heavy ropes of sticky seed flooded her belly while her orgasm kept crashing through her.
Eevee felt the warm, thick load bloom in her stomach and spread a deep, glowing heat through her whole body. Each new pulse added more, filling her completely until she felt deliciously stuffed.
The warmth radiated outward, making her limbs grow heavy and her head turn fuzzy with bliss.
A low, satisfied hum vibrated around my cock as she swallowed greedily, milking every last drop like it was the greatest treat in the world.
Some still leaked from the corners of her stretched mouth, dripping down her chin in warm, pearly trails before landing on my pulsing balls.
But most of it was eagerly claimed by her hungry little throat, sliding straight down into her belly.
…
The intense rush slowly faded, leaving both of us sensitive and spent. Warm aftershocks still rippled gently through our bodies.
But Eevee refused to pull away fully. She kept sucking softly, trying to milk every last drop from me.
Her warm tongue swirled in slow, tender strokes around my softening length. With careful, loving licks, she cleaned every trace of cum and saliva, making sure nothing was wasted.
Before she finally drew back with a soft, wet "pop…"
A thin string of saliva and cum still connected her glossy lips to the tip of my cock.
She looked up at me with adoring, teary brown eyes. Her cheeks glowed a deep, flushed red. Her chin glistened with the mess she had made.
"Eevee~♡" she breathed softly, her voice sweet and trembling with affection.
I looked down at her puppy-like face. The same unbreakable resolve settled deep in my chest.
Nothing would stop me from reaching the top sixty-four.
My fiancée…?
Well she no longer mattered now.
As I would be traveling the world… and maybe… maybe even other worlds too, for most of my life… with my sweet little Eevee right beside me, along with every new, eager companion I planned to claim along the way…
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