Where... am I?
A young boy, around five years old, slowly opened his eyes. Sunlight filtered into a small, neat bedroom decorated with a wooden study table, shelves lined with toys, and bright posters of Pokémon plastered on the walls.
Right... this is my room.
I blink a few times, trying to gather my thoughts. I remember now... I'm Ryan. I hit my head yesterday, nothing serious, but enough to leave a bandage wrapped neatly around my forehead. My hand rose to touch it.
But... why can I remember everything from my past life too? The same name... the same me.
And then the embarrassing memory returned clearly: I died because of a stupid challenge. Watching every Pokémon episode, over 1,200 of them, without sleeping.
I groaned quietly. Who even tries that?
Well, that was the past. He looked down at his small hands.
Even after living in this body for years... they still felt tiny, unfamiliar.
Just then, the door opened.
A woman in her early thirties stepped in, his mother, wearing a housewife's dress and an apron. Her warm green eyes softened, and her long, slightly wavy blonde hair was tied up in a loose ponytail that bounced with every step.
"Ryan, you're awake, baby." She walked over and gently rubbed his head. "Please be careful next time."
"I will, Mom," I answered with a small nod.
"That's my boy. Now, do you want breakfast here or will you come downstairs?"
"I'll come down."
....
Breakfast
When Ryan went downstairs, he saw his father at the table already eating.
His father was a construction worker, broad-shouldered, tanned skin, always smiling. His short dark-brown hair and deep gray eyes had that usual mix of exhaustion and pride.
Beside him sat his partner Pokémon: a Machop, muscles gleaming proudly under the light.
Seeing Ryan, his father's smile widened.
"So, Ryan... how are you feeling today?"
Ryan looked at him, a small spark in his chest.
"I'm good," he said quietly, but there was excitement hiding behind his voice. "Really good."
Machop waved. "Chop! Ma-chop!"
Meanwhile, his mother was preparing food with her own Pokémon, a gentle Butterfree fluttering near the counter, its wings glowing softly as it circled the kitchen.
"Butterfree~! Freee, freee!" it chimed happily, sprinkling a light calming powder into the air that made the room feel warm and peaceful.
Ryan's heart fluttered with happiness. I love Pokémon. Seeing them in real life still feels like a dream.
He stepped closer and touched Machop's arm. "Wow... you're so muscular..."
Machop puffed out its chest proudly.
"Alright, young man," his mother said before he could poke Butterfree next. "Play with them later. First, eat."
Ryan nodded quickly.
Breakfast was simple: warm soft bread, a bowl of curry, and a plate of berry slices, food arranged neatly, colorful and fragrant. Butterfree helped by carrying bowls with its psychic-like powder grip, humming softly.
After eating, his mother called out, "Get ready for school!"
Oh, right. School.
My memory finally slapped me awake. I actually go to school here... It's not just about Pokémon; they teach normal subjects too until we turn ten and choose our path.
I sighed. School life... never changes. Even in my past life, college was supposed to be "freedom" but all I got was assignments, professors demanding 75% attendance and exam stress.
But Pokémon world schools?
They're actually fun. Plenty of free time. We can even interact with Pokémon.
Motivated, Ryan hurried upstairs and got ready.
In the mirror stood a small boy in a neat school uniform: shorts, shirt tucked in, a tiny tie, clean shoes and socks. His hair was messy but cute, a soft brown that never stayed in place no matter how much he combed it.
His green eyes stared back at him, bright, curious and full of a world he was ready to explore.
Although my parents don't know it yet... I already decided. I'm becoming a Pokémon Trainer.
I'll travel everywhere: across forests, over mountains, through cities I've never even heard of.
This world has so many places to explore and mysteries to discover.
And the best thing is, there are no mosquitoes, no annoying insects... just Pokémon.
Big, cute, amazing Pokémon. And I want to see all of them with my own eyes.
"Ryan, let's go!" his mother called.
"Yes, Mom!"
He grabbed his backpack and ran downstairs.
....
School Life
Days passed peacefully.
His class teacher was Miss Yoshinaga, a beautiful woman with long purple hair tied neatly and gentle glasses sitting on her nose. Her partner Pokémon was a fluffy, elegant Eevee that melted everyone's hearts.
Normally after school, Ryan played with his friends at the park.
Being a kid again... it was strangely fun. No pressure, no expectations. He could run around and win games easily thanks to his older mind.
But today, he didn't join them.
He wanted to explore the city.
Viridian City... Team Rocket has bases. Scary, but Giovanni wouldn't hurt a little kid, right? Surely not....
He walked around, found the grand Viridian Gym, it stood tall and proud.
You needed seven badges just to challenge it.
Tough. So many trainers never get past two or three badges.
But the days flowed by, and curiosity kept growing inside him.
....
The Abandoned Warehouse
Today, near the southern outskirts, closer to the Veridian Forest, he approached an old abandoned warehouse. It had once been active, but was eventually shut down because of the nearby forest and the constant wild Pokémon attacks.
A new warehouse had already been built on the north side, closer to Pallet Town, where the forests were peaceful and calm.
Ryan walked carefully.
Suddenly, footsteps.
Instinctively, he hid behind a stack of broken crates.
"We need to transport those eggs fast to Vermilion City," one man whispered.
"I heard they're being sent to some island. Don't know which," another replied. "Let's finish the work."
Eggs? Ryan felt a chill.
The men opened the warehouse. Inside were dozens of Pokémon eggs stacked in crates.
His small heart pounded. Team Rocket? Or some other criminals? He couldn't tell, he only heard their voices.
Thinking quickly, he looked around.
What can I do...?
Then he spotted a small hole in the wall. Without making a sound, he quietly crawled inside.
As they carried the eggs out to load them into a truck, Ryan made a decision: reckless, stupid, but heroic.
I can't save all of them... but I can save some.
When both men turned away, Ryan dashed forward, grabbed two random eggs, big, warm, and surprisingly heavy and bolted back toward the hole.
He squeezed out and ran.
Ran like his life depended on it.
....
Home
By the time he reached home, forty minutes of nonstop running, he was drenched in sweat, breathing hard. He had taken long back-routes to avoid people.
"Ryan? You're back early today?" his mother called from the kitchen as she heard the door open.
But Ryan didn't answer.
He rushed straight past the hallway, feet thudding softly against the stairs and headed straight for his room.
His mother stepped out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, a small frown forming on her face.
"What happened to him?"
He had been acting strangely these past few days, wandering around the city, coming home late.
She told herself she had to talk to him soon... and maybe give him a good scolding before he got himself into trouble.
Inside, he gently placed the two large eggs on his bed, then hurriedly pulled two pillows around them, building a soft little nest so they wouldn't roll or get hurt.
He stared at them, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I... I couldn't save them all," he whispered, his eyes growing wet. "But at least... I saved you two."
He touched them gently.
"Don't worry... you're safe now."
Only then did his tiny body finally give out.
He collapsed on the bed beside them, breathing softly, exhaustion swallowing him whole.
-x-X-x-
The Next Day
Ryan's mother finally noticed the eggs.
In the afternoon, when she entered his room to clean, she suddenly stopped. Her eyes locked onto the two eggs on the bed, and a deep frown formed on her face.
"Ryan... whose eggs are these?"
Ryan was downstairs eating a snack when he heard her voice.
His eyes widened.
Oh no! She found them!
"O-oh no!" He dropped his spoon and ran upstairs quickly.
I saw her standing by the bed.
"I... I found them," Ryan said, trying not to panic.
His mother narrowed her eyes. She definitely didn't believe that, but when Ryan looked up at her with those big, innocent eyes...
She exhaled slowly.
"This child... Fine. But your father has to agree first. And you must take care of them properly. No excuses."
Ryan nodded fast, almost too fast. Yes! She said yes!
That evening, his father came home. Ryan's mother immediately told him everything.
His father listened, then laughed while eating dinner.
'He probably just found them somewhere. Let him keep them. I'll bring two Poke Balls tomorrow when I come back from work."
That was the only reason his mother gave up so easily.
.....
A Week Passed
Ryan had gotten used to sleeping with the eggs beside him, pillows all around them like a tiny nest.
The moonlight poured softly through the window that night.
Crack.
A small sound echoed.
Then another.
Both eggs trembled lightly, their shells splitting at the same moment.
A tiny, round Buneary tumbled out first, soft fur sticking up everywhere.
Beside it, a small green Sprigatito stretched its legs, blinking sleepily.
Both were exhausted from hatching.
Without even thinking, they crawled toward the warmth of Ryan's body.
They curled up against his arm, tiny and trembling, as if they had always belonged there.
.....
MORNING...
Ryan woke up slowly. Something soft and warm was touching his hand.
"Huh...?"
He looked down and stopped moving.
Two tiny Pokémon were sleeping right next to him. Buneary's fluffy ear was lying on his wrist.
Sprigatito's little paw was resting on his fingers.
Buneary woke up first. "Bun! Bun!" she said happily and waved her tiny paw at him.
Sprigatito opened its eyes and made a soft, shaky "Meow... meow..." It sounded like it wanted to cry. The little grass kitty rubbed its cheek on Ryan's hand and gently pressed its paws against his fingers, asking for food.
Both Pokémon were really, really hungry.
Ryan was still sleepy. "Wait... What are you doing... are you hungry?"
He jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. The two little Pokémon tried to follow fast. Their legs were short, so they tripped a bit but kept calling for food.
Ryan looked in the kitchen and found a bag of Pokémon food. He poured some into two bowls and put them on the floor.
Buneary hopped over, sniffed, and started eating right away. Every few bites she used her tiny paw to pull more food closer.
Sprigatito came slowly, touched the bowl with its paw first, then ate in small, pretty bites.
Ryan sat on the floor and watched them with big curious eyes. He reached out and rubbed Buneary's head gently. She stopped eating for a second, leaned into his hand, and wiggled her ears.
"They're... so cute," he whispered. Then he petted Sprigatito's soft fur too.
Just then he heard footsteps. Mom and Dad walked in, still wearing pajamas. They stopped when they saw the Pokémon.
Mom gasped. "Ryan... are those...?"
Ryan's eyes got big and he said excitedly, "They came out of the eggs!"
Dad stepped closer, stared at the two tiny Pokémon, and said in real surprise, "I've never seen Pokémon like these before..."
Ryan's heart went fast. Oh no! Of course they've never seen them. Buneary is from Sinnoh and Sprigatito is from Paldea. Almost nobody here knows those Pokémon!
But he forced a big, excited smile and acted like everything was totally normal.
"Yeah... they must be super rare!"
Mom and Dad looked at each other for a long time, then just nodded.
Dad said, "Okay. You hatched them, so now they're your responsibility. You have to take care of them, understand?"
Ryan nodded fast. "Yes! I will!" I promise I will!
Mom smiled. "Bring them some water, honey."
Ryan took a flat bowl, filled it with water, and put it down.
Buneary got super excited. She reached out with both tiny paws and tried to grab the bowl to lift it up to her mouth, just like she does with food.
But the bowl was slippery and heavy for her little hands. It tipped, whoops! Water splashed everywhere on the floor.
Mom smiled and said, 'Pour it in a cup, sweetie."
Ryan right away grabbed a small cup and poured the water into it.
Now Buneary could drink without spilling. She put her little paws on the cup and drank happily.
Sprigatito drank slowly and nicely, sticking its pink tongue in and out.
Ryan sat back and smiled really big.
This was real.
I have my own Pokémon now. Two super cute Pokémon from different regions!
He kept watching them drink and eat, making sure they were happy.
Mom and Dad stood in the doorway. Big, warm smiles appeared on their faces as they watched their son take care of his Pokémon.
.....
YEARS LATER, Ryan is about 7 now
I go to school every day and I really like it. The best part is I can bring Buneary and Sprigatito.
During break time, all of us kids get to play with Pokémon together in the yard. There are so many Pokémon! Even the big kids from the senior classes bring theirs, so the yard is full of them running and jumping.
I always let Buneary and Sprigatito play too. In my whole class, only two kids have Pokémon: me and my good friend Bran. We are best friends because of that! Everyone else just watches or pets them, and everyone is super nice.
In Viridian City there is almost no stealing or bad stuff. Maybe, because Team Rocket's main base is here, so even the bad guys stay quiet and don't make trouble.
School is great. But the best part of my day started when the bell rang. That's when our real adventures began exploring.
We walk through the streets, the forests nearby, and even the quiet paths close to the Gym.
Every day feels like an adventure with my two best Pokémon friends!
Even though I love Pokémon a lot, I never really played the games in my old life, and I never got to watch the Horizons show, so I don't know much about Buneary and Sprigatito.
Exploring with them every day helps me learn so much more.
I now know what they like to eat, how they play, what makes them happy or scared, and even what moves they can use!
Buneary loves sweet berries and gets super happy when I scratch behind her ears. When she's excited she uses Pound with her tiny paws or does a cute little Jump Kick that's still weak but so cool, If something scares her, she instantly curis up and a blue barrier pops up around her as she uses Protect.
Sprigatito likes sour and spicy food the most. She rubs her head on my leg when she wants attention. Her Leafage is already strong enough to cut small branches, and when she plays she uses Scratch super fast. If she gets scared she puffs up her fur and hisses, but she calms down the moment I pick her up.
Every day we discover something new. I write everything in my little notebook so I never forget.
That's how my normal days go now: school, then adventures with my friends!
.....
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 thern 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.
-x-X-x-
"Ah..."
A shaky breath slipped out of me as a sudden wave of pleasure hit, making my hips twitch and my eyes. snap open.
Two light-green, furry thighs framed my face, soft paws resting gently on my hips to keep me in place.
Between those soft, light-green furry legs pressed snug around my face, I could see a warm, small pink entrance framed by damp, glistening fur. It hovered just above my lips, already leaking little drops of sweet, warm nectar that landed on my lips with every tiny shift.
The short, leaf-shaped tail flicked happily above, its soft, green surface brushing gently across my forehead and nose with every playful sway.
A sudden thought popped into my head: Did Sprigatito... evolve into Floragato while I was sleeping?
But the idea melted away the moment another warm, dizzying wave of pleasure rolled through me, wiping my mind completely blank. All I could feel was heat, softness and that sweet scent coming from Floragato.
Before I could react, something silky and powerful coiled around my legs.
It was Lopunny kneeling between my thighs. Her huge, fluffy cream-colored ears, drooped forward, curling lovingly around my knee to keep me spread and not letting me move an inch.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Floragato looked toward me with her bright pink eyes and let out a soft, teasing "Nyaaa~♡". She pressed her wet entrance completely against my mouth, flooding it with her sweet warmth.
She glanced at Lopunny, their eyes sparkling at each other, and purred a soft, playful "Nyaa~",
Lopunny answered with a happy, breathy "Lopuu~", as she leaned in.
Right away they moved together, perfectly in sync, like they'd been waiting for this moment forever.
Lopunny's soft cream paws cupped my balls like warm pillows. She rolled them gently in her palms, squeezing just a little, enough to make sparks shoot up my back. Everything felt so warm and safe in her fluffy paws.
Her tongue slid up my penis in slow, wet licks, starting right at the base. It was smooth and hot, pressing flat so I felt every inch. Her lips brushed the skin now and then, leaving shiny trails that made me shiver.
Floragato's tongue was rougher, like soft sandpaper. She swirled it around the tip in quick little circles. Sometimes her soft lips brushed the head as she gave a quick, gentle suck that made me throb even harder.
Their saliva mixed and dripped down, and Lopunny just licked it all back up on her next slow stroke.
It was too much, too fast. My penis kept pulsing harder under their tongues and paws.
No... they're my Pokémon... I have to stop... this is wrong...
The thought flashed in my head, for a second.
But their warm tongues kept licking, their soft moans and purrs filling the air. I couldn't hold back anymore.
My hands moved on their own. I gripped Floragato's smooth, light-green thighs and pulled her down harder against my mouth.
"Nyaa~♡!"
A soft moan slipped out of Floragato as I pulled her down harder.
My mouth pressed right against her warm entrance, lips sealing around her like a deep, hungry kiss.
She shivered, her thighs tightening around my head, and let out another needy little, "Nyaa~"
Their soft "Lopuu~" and "Nyaa~" filled the room.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
Hot, thick white burst out, splashing across Lopunny's face and ears and dripping down Floragato's cheeks.
Floragato never moved away. Every hot, thick wave landed right on her tongue.
She swallowed it down in slow, happy gulps, the warm cream sliding down her throat and settling in her belly like the coziest, sweetest heat.
Each swallow made her purr a little deeper, like her whole body was smiling from the inside.
Lopunny leaned in just as close, catching what spilled over. She licked it up eagerly, letting the thick warmth roll down her own throat and fill her tummy too.
She could almost feel warmth spreading in her belly, making her ears twitch and her purrs grow louder and softer at the same time.
Both of them kept licking and swallowing, eyes half-closed, tails flicking gently, purring like they had just tasted the best thing in the whole world and wanted every last drop.
My whole body shook under them, wrapped in their soft fur and sweet warmth. Their happy little purrs and kisses felt like the coziest, most loving thing I'd ever known.
When it was finally over, I just lay there for a few seconds, breathing hard. My face was still pressed into warm fur, my whole body heavy and floaty.
My penis slowly softened, shrinking back down between them.
Floragato and Lopunny noticed. Their happy, sleepy smiles faded.
Floragato's ears drooped a little and she gave my thing a small worried "Nyaa...?" like she didn't understand why the fun had stopped.
Lopunny's long ears lowered too, her big eyes looking sad and confused.
That was when the foggy feeling in my head cleared.
I pushed Floragato gently to the side, sat up fast, and stared at them. Lopunny was still kneeling between my legs, her soft fluffy ear loosely curled around my knee like she didn't want to let go.
My heart started pounding again, this time from panic.
"Both of you... what are you doing?!"
My voice came out louder than I meant, shaky and scared.
They both froze.
Floragato's tail stopped moving, Lopunny's ears shot straight up, then flopped down in shock. They stared at me with big, confused, innocent eyes.
Floragato tilted her head a little, ears drooping.
Lopunny's slowly slid off my thighs, her whole face asking the same silent question:
...Why was he so angry?
The room suddenly felt way too quiet.
.....
Both sat close together in front of me, shoulders low, ears down, looking small and worried like they were afraid of what I might say.
I jumped off the bed and hurried to put my pants back on, my face burning and my hands shaking.
When I looked at them again, everything felt unreal.
Buneary wasn't small anymore, she was taller, slim, with smooth brown fur and long soft ears that hung almost to the bed.
Sprigatito had changed too, her legs were longer, her tail thicker and fluffier, and the small leaf-bud on her chest had become a sharp, petal-like leaf that rested like a collar.
They both sat close together, ears low, eyes lifted toward me like they were scared of my reaction.
My throat felt tight.
"W-What happened to you two...?" I whispered. "And... when did you evolve?"
Floragato gave a tiny shrug, her tail flicking once like she was saying she had no idea what happened.
Lopunny pointed to herself, then to Floragato, then toward the bed. She repeated the motion a few times, adding a hopeful gesture with her paws, so I could understand.
I watched them for a moment, slowly understanding what she was trying to say.
"...So you just woke up like this?" I asked softly.
Both of them gave a small nod.
I rubbed my face, trying to clear my thoughts and pushed the idea aside. Something far more important needed my attention right now.
I took a deep breath and looked at them again, my cheeks still red.
"Why... why would you do something so... so inappropriate?"
"Nya...?"
Floragato tilted her head, pink eyes wide and confused.
"Lopuu...?"
Lopunny's long ears flopped to the sides, looking just as lost.
They really didn't understand.
I swallowed hard, face burning, heart racing. Do they really not know what was wrong with what they did?
I took a deep breath. My face got even hotter as I forced the words out.
"Humans and Pokémon... we're not supposed to do that," I said softly, pointing down at my pants with a shaky finger. "Never touch or lick there again, okay? It's... wrong."
My voice was low. The room still smelled sweet, and my cheeks burned like crazy.
"That kind of thing is only done by two people who love each other, who want to marry and maybe have kids together one day."
Lopunny's ears drooped low. She let out a sad little 'P-Punny...?" and traced a small heart in the air with her fluffy paws. She pressed it to her chest, then pointed at me, her paw soft and warm against my shirt.
Floragato's pink eyes got big. "Nyaa...?" She hugged her arms like she was holding a tiny baby, swaying gently. Then she clasped her paws together like holding hands forever. She looked at me, then at Lopunny, then back at me.
Seeing their gestures, I understood what they were saying: they loved me, they wanted to marry me, and they even dreamed of having a family together.
I shook my head hard, my hair flopping into my eyes, the motion making my head spin a little more. "No. I'm not a Pokémon. I'm human. We can't be in a relationship like that. Ever."
My harsh words hung in the air like a slap.
For a second, everything was dead quiet.
Floragato's pink eyes filled with tears. She stared at me like I'd just crushed her heart.
"Ny... Nyaa..!"
The words "We can't be in a relationship, ever" kept ringing in her head. A hurt, angry cry tore out of her.
She spun around, jumped straight out the open window.
Before I could even move, Lopunny's long ears started trembling. Big tears rolled down her cream cheeks.
"Pun... Pun...!" she whimpered, voice small and cracking. She looked at me one last time, eyes full of hurt, like I'd just told her she wasn't wanted anymore, then turned and bolted out the bedroom door.
...Did I say something wrong?
Was I the one who was wrong?
Their faces kept flashing in my head: Sprigatito curled up on my pillow every night, her tiny purrs vibrating against my neck.
Buneary wrapping her soft hands around me like a blanket after a bad dream.
The three of us laughing while chasing each other through the tall grass, sharing sweet berries under
the big tree, falling asleep together on the couch with the TV still glowing.
All those little moments, completely happy, completely innocent, felt like they were slipping away.
My chest hurt so much I couldn't breathe right. My legs felt like rocks, but my heart was screaming louder than anything: Go after them!
What have I done...?
Will they hate me now...?
Will the world ever accept how we feel about each other...?
I love them... I really do... I want to be with them that way too... but is it right...?
What am I even thinking...?
I shook my head hard, trying to stop the questions spinning in my brain.
I ran out of the house without shoes. The ground was cold and rough under my feet, little stones digging in, but I didn't care. I had to find them. I had to tell them how I really felt... because if I didn't, I feel like I might never see them again.
Mom poked her head out of the kitchen, spatula still in hand.
"Ryan? Honey, where are you going? It's Sunday, I thought you'd sleep in and rest!"
I didn't even turn around. I just kept running.
First I checked the backyard, voice already cracking:
''Floragato! Sprigatito! Where are you?!"
"Lopunny! Buneary! Please come back!"
Will they hate me now...?
Will the world ever accept how we feel about each other...?
I love them... I really do... I want to be with them that way too... but is it right...?
What am I even thinking...?
I shook my head hard, trying to stop the questions spinning in my brain,
I ran out of the house without shoes. The ground was cold and rough under my feet, little stones digging in, but I didn't care. I had to find them. I had to tell them how I really felt... because if I didn't, I feel like I might never see them again.
Mom poked her head out of the kitchen, spatula still in hand.
"Ryan? Honey, where are you going? It's Sunday, I thought you'd sleep in and rest!"
I didn't even turn around. I just kept running.
First I checked the backyard, voice already cracking:
"Floragato! Sprigatito! Where are you?!"
"Lopunny! Buneary! Please come back!"
Then I climbed the ladder to the roof, voice shaking:
'Floragato! Lopunny! I'm sorry!"
I ran to the park, yelling louder:
"Sprigatito! Buneary! Don't leave me!"
"Floragato! Lopunny! I didn't mean it!"
My throat was dry, but I kept calling both of them names, because I didn't know which ones they wanted to hear anymore.
The quiet alley behind the school was empty too.
Every place we used to laugh together just echoed back..
Nothing.
My heart felt like it was going to burst.
Then it hit me: our secret place...
-x-X-x-
Then it hit me: our secret place.
The little hollow tree at the edge of Viridian Forest.
A year ago, when they were still just a tiny Sprigatito and a little Buneary, we'd stumbled into it while running from a swarm of angry Beedrill.
We ran for our lives and dove straight into the hollow tree to hide. Buneary tripped and fell through a hidden hole in the bottom.
Following her we landed in a small underground cave.
A thin stream ran down from the roots above, forming a clear pond that was always cool to the touch.
Thick tree roots curled along the walls like they were protecting the place.
When sunlight filtered through the gap overhead, the water sparkled like tiny stars scattered across glass.
Right in the middle was our favorite big mossy rock. We always sat there, legs dangling in the cool water. That was our secret spot, the place we went whenever we wanted to be alone or relaxed.
I turned and ran toward the forest, heart pounding even harder.
They had to be there. They just had to.
When I finally reached the clearing and slipped inside the hollow tree, I found them.
Floragato sat on one side of the mossy rock, her short leafy tail tucked close,
Her paws rested lightly on the edge of the pond, and her legs dangled into the water.
She was gently kicking her feet, slow and nervous, sending tiny ripples outward.
Lopunny sat at the opposite corner, her long ears flat against her back.
Her arms were wrapped loosely around her legs, shoulders slightly hunched, she was sad,
They heard my footsteps the moment I came in, both of them tensed slightly.
But neither turned toward me.
Floragato's ears twitched, but she kept her gaze on the tiny ripples in the pond, gently swishing her legs through the water like she was pretending I wasn't there.
Lopunny shifted only enough to turn her head a little farther away, long ears falling forward to block her face.
I walked toward them slowly,
By the time I reached the edge of the pond, my feet were red, dirty and sore from running barefoot through the forest, grass stuck to my heels, dust coating my skin, and small scratches lining my toes. from roots and stones.
I sat down in the middle, between them, just like always.
Then I lowered my legs into the water.
The cold pond water wrapped around my ankles and toes, washing away dirt. Tiny ripples spread out.
"Do you remember... how we used to come here?" I asked softly. "It's such a nice place, isn't it? Back then I said I wanted to travel the world with both of you."
Floragato's ears flicked slightly, and Lopunny's long ears lifted just a little, small reactions.
"...I'm sorry," I whispered. "For whatever I said earlier."
The pond water moved gently around our legs, breaking our reflections into tiny shifting shapes.
"I really do love Pokémon," I continued. "Since the moment I came to this world, all I ever cared about was exploring. Meeting new Pokémon. Spending time with them."
I swallowed, staring down at the ripples.
"I never wanted some weird relationship with a Pokégirl or whatever everyone else thinks is normal."
"I finally get it," I said quietly, staring at the sparkling water. "Pokémon aren't just for battles. They're our partners... our real family. When you spend every single day together, laughing, eating, sleeping side by side... it's only natural to fall in love."
"I love you guys. I really do. And... yesterday, before everything happened, I had that dream.
The one that made me wake up all hot and sticky, my heart racing.
In the dream, Pokémon were all around me, soft fur against my skin, warm tongues, gentle paws... touching me, loving me the same way I love them. I woke up confused and scared, but now I know... that dream wasn't wrong.
My heart already knew what my head was too afraid to admit."
Floragato's ears twitched. Lopunny finally glanced back, her big brown eyes still wet.
I looked at them, voice soft.
"I'm sorry. Please... forgive me."
"I love you both," I whispered. "More than anything. I shouldn't care what the world thinks. As long as I never force anything and we all want the same thing... I want to be with you. Really be with you. Travel the world together every day... and maybe, one day, even have a family with you."
The second the words left my mouth, both of them turn around. Their eyes were shiny with tears, but huge smiles broke across their faces.
"Nyaa~!"
"Punny~!"
They launched themselves at me at the same time. I toppled backward onto with a surprised laugh as two warm, fluffy bodies crashed into my chest. Floragato nuzzled my neck, purring like crazy. Lopunny wrapped her long ears and arms around us both, squeezing tight, her happy little "Punny~♡ muffled against my shoulder.
I hugged them back just as hard, laughing and crying at the same time.
We stayed like that for a long time.
Then Floragato climbed higher, rubbing her soft furry cheek against mine.
She'd seen kisses on TV, so she gave me a shy, careful lick right on the lips, her rough tongue warm and gentle, tasting faintly sweet.
I turned and kissed her back properly. Our lips pressed together, then my tongue brushed hers shyly at first, then curled in slow, gentle circles.
Her tongue slid against mine with soft, wet sounds. Each tiny swirl sent tingles down our spines.
She let out the tiniest happy hum, vibrating against my lips. Our breaths mixed warm, quick, and sweet and little drops of shared saliva gathered at the corners of our mouths.
I could feel her whiskers tickle my cheeks, her soft fur brushing my face with every tiny tilt of her head.
Lopunny didn't want to be left out. She wiggled in from the other side, her long ears flopping over us like a warm blanket.
I turned and kissed her too. Her tongue was smoother, sliding against mine in slow, loving strokes. A little saliva mixed warm and sweet, dripping at the corners of our mouths as we took turns kissing, noses bumping, soft purrs vibrating against my lips.
The three of us traded gentle, happy kisses under the sparkling light, wrapped in fur and warmth.
But before their paws could wander lower, I pulled back a little and held up a hand, smiling through my flushed face.
"We have to wait, I said softly, gently catching both of their paws in my hands to stop them from wandering any lower.
"When I turn ten and we start our journey, the law says it's okay for people to be together like that to fall in love, get married. Until then... no grown-up stuff, okay?
They both gave me the saddest little looks, ears drooping, lips pushed out in tiny pouts.
I laughed and pulled them closer.
"But we can still lick and kiss each other, right? Just no real sex that's the grown-up part we have to wait for."
They tilted their heads, ears flopping in confusion.
I turned bright red and tried to explain in the simplest way:
"Sex is..."
"Sex is..." I whispered, my voice barely there. I used my hands and a few quiet words to show. My face was burning the whole time.
They both watched me closely, ears perked, then slowly nodded. Their eyes said they finally got it.
"That's the grown-up part," I mumbled. "We have to wait until I'm ten and we start our journey before we can do that."
I quickly added, "But kissing, licking etc... Everything else is still okay. We can keep doing all the fun stuff we like, just not that one thing yet."
Their eyes lit up like I'd just given them permission to open presents early.
Before I could say another word, my pants were already down around my ankles.
Lopunny gently pushed me onto my back and climbed up, settling her soft, warm folds right over my mouth.
I didn't even have time to protest; my tongue was already tasting her sweet warmth.
She leaned forward with a happy "Pun~❤" and started licking along my hard shaft, slow and loving.
Floragato slipped between my legs, purring a soft "Nyaa~" as she nuzzled my balls and licked the other side of my cock, her rough tongue making me shiver every time it moved softly around my penis.
They moved together perfectly, Lopunny's smooth tongue up one side, Floragato's rougher one up the other, both of them purring louder with every lick, warm and happy and completely mine.
I gave up trying to talk and just let the cave fill with their sweet little sounds and the soft, wet noises of three best friends who finally understood they were allowed to love each other exactly like this, until the day we could love each other even more....
-x-X-x-
Years passed faster than I expected.
AG
Before I knew it, it was the last week of school, the final days before I am officially old enough to start a journey.
Our classroom looked the same as always: sunlight through the big window, chalk dust floating in the air, desks covered in scratches and doodles. But the atmosphere felt different.
Our teacher clapped her hands.
"Alright, class," she said with a warm smile, "this is your final week here. By Saturday, you'll need to submit your plans for the future."
'Remember, there are many paths in this world: You can continue your studies, you can choose a specialized field... or you can become Pokémon Trainers who battle, travel and participate in contests..."
Her purple eyes moved across the room as if she looked at us.
"Whatever you choose," she added, "make sure it's something you truly want."
With that, she dismissed us.
Chairs scraped. Bags rustled. Voices filled the room with excitement and nerves.
I slowly packed my notebook and pens. My hands moved automatically, but my mind... felt blank.
I stared at the wooden table below, then I glanced at the boy beside me.
"Bran," I asked while closing my bag, "what are you going to do?"
He grinned immediately with confidence,
"I'm going to become a Pokémon Trainer and will compete in the Indigo League and become Champion."
He puffed his chest a little.
"My dad promised he'll get me a Moon Stone when I start my journey, so Nidorina can evolve before our first Gym battle."
"...A Pokémon Trainer, huh?" I murmured.
Then Bran asked, "What about you? What's your plan?"
I paused.
"I... haven't really decided."
My voice sounded unsure, even to me.
"I like exploring. I like studying Pokémon. Spending time with them makes me happy. But if I want to travel and see lots of Pokémon... I'll need money. A steady job. Something realistic.
My expression must've looked gloomy, because Bran said.
"With how strong your Pokémon are? You should definitely become a trainer!"
I forced a small smile.
"I don't... like battling."
Bran stared at me, dead serious.
"Dude... then why are they so freaking strong?!" he said, half annoyed, half totally impressed.
"Your Lopunny knocked out my Nidorina in literally one hit!"
I shook my head slowly.
"I didn't train them," I said quietly. "They did it themselves."
I still remember that day.
AG
We were exploring near Viridian Forest when we accidentally stepped into Ariados's territory. Before we knew it, sticky webs shot out and tangled Floragato tight.
Lopunny rushed to free her, but Spidops dropped down and blocked the way. The Ariados came closer, fangs were ready to bite.
I didn't think. I just threw myself between Ariados and Floragato.
Ariados's fangs sank deep into my shoulder. A burning, sick feeling spread fast as poison rushed through me.
Floragato stared at me, eyes huge and terrified. Lopunny froze too.
That moment Floragato changed....
After that day...
They started training before the sun was even up, practicing moves against trees and rocks over and over until their paws, ears, and legs were sore.
It scared me.
So, I sat them down and told them (almost shouted) that they didn't have to hurt themselves to get stronger and If you keep pushing this hard... I won't talk to you anymore. I mean it. Please slow down. Rest. Let me train with you instead. We'll get stronger together, okay? Promise me.
Only after they swore not to train until they were hurting did they finally ease up a little.
They still trained every day... but now they waited for me to wake up first.
Although they never said it out loud, I knew exactly why they were pushing so hard.
They never wanted to feel helpless again...
or watch me get injured.
Ever.
Bran sighed, "Well... whatever you choose, I know you'll figure it out."
He swung his bag over his shoulder and waved. "See you tomorrow."
"Yeah... see you."
.....
I walked toward the school grounds, thoughts swirling around me like thick fog.
By the time I got there, my head still had no answers.
But the second my Pokémon spotted me, they ran straight over, ears perked, small tails wagging happily.
Meowscarada reached me first. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in, pressing her soft chest right against my face, warm fur brushing my cheeks. Lopunny slipped in from the other side, hugging me just as tight. Both of them leaned close, warm and happy, their gentle breathing rising and falling against me.
I laughed softly.
"It's only been a few hours..."
They had changed so much over the years.
Lopunny stood almost 4'7", long and curvy.
Her light-brown fur was smooth and soft everywhere, with cream patches that looked like thigh-high stockings and gloves.
She had wide hips, a round, perky butt that moved when she walked and long legs that made her look both cute and sexy. Her chest was covered in the same light-brown fur, but it was extra fluffy right between her breasts, giving her a soft, bouncy look.
Meowscarada stood nearly 5 feet tall, sleek and tempting.
Her light-green fur clung to a slim waist and curvy hips, with darker green legs like thigh-high stockings that highlighted her long, thighs and soft round ass.
The fluffy fur around her chest and thighs gave her a soft bust and plush look, while her short fluffy tail flicked playfully behind.
The dark-green mask framed her beautiful pink-red eyes and her dark green cape draped over her fluffy chest like it was hiding something soft and tempting underneath.
They do looked bigger and stronger than Pokémon size shown in the anime, but to me, that only meant
one thing:
I had taken care of them well.
"Alright," I finally said, patting their heads, "today we continue to watch Metapod in Viridian Forest."
They will evolve any time...
Meowscarada took my backpack and dashed home to drop it off, she was very fast.
With only my notebook and pen, Lopunny and I headed into the forest.
The deeper we walked, the quieter it became.
Metapods hung motionless from the branches by thin silk threads, dozens of hard green shells waiting to evolve.
Well, there's no change. I wonder when they'll evolve; it's been so many days already...
Until suddenly:
Something dropped from above.
Before it could hit me, Lopunny's long ear snapped upward like a whip and caught it mid-air with a soft
thwip.
A sharp cry echoed.
I looked up.
A Pidgeotto circled overhead, wings tense, eyes angry.
I turned to what Lopunny caught.
A Metapod.
And worse, its shell... was cracked.
"...It's not time for it to evolve." I whispered. "So why?"
Pidgeotto swooped down at us, sharp claws ready to grab.
Lopunny spun and kicked Pidgeotto hard in the chest.
It let out a painful screech and crashed into a tree. Feathers flew everywhere. One wing looked twisted.
It flapped weakly, trying to get away, then limped into the sky, still crying in pain.
The forest became quiet again.
I carefully took the Metapod from Lopunny.
The crack was deep, painful.
I could feel it shaking slightly.
"Why...?" I muttered.
"Was Pidgeotto trying to break the shell? Was it going to harm it?"
Pokémon rarely ate each other these days. The League had planted berries and fruits everywhere, so no one had to hunt to survive. But they still fought. Stronger ones bullied the weak, took the best spots or just picked fights to show who was boss.
That part never changed.
Maybe that's why the Metapod had been targeted, because it can't fight back.
I sighed.
"I need to take it to Nurse Joy."
I carefully held the injured Metapod in my arms and turned to leave.
But before I took a step, a sharp voice cut through the trees:
"Wait! What are you doing to that poor Metapod?!"
-x-X-x-
When I heard the voice, I turned around.
Standing there was a kid about my age, dressed in a loose yellow tunic with green edges, a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, blue-green tights, and purple ankle boots. A simple straw hat shaded his face, and a short blonde ponytail stuck out the back.
Up close, though... something felt off. His face was soft and pretty, almost like a girl's big eyes, smooth skin, a gentle voice when he spoke. If it weren't for the outfit and the way he carried himself, I might've mistaken him for one.
Also, he had this calm, bright feeling around him, like everything got a little warmer and kinder just because he was there.
He tilted his head and his voice was gentle, almost sweet.
"What are you going to do with that poor Metapod?" he asked again, eyes wide and worried.
Something about his face stirred a faint memory... I'd forgotten so much from my old life, but there was this strange feeling I had seen him somewhere before. Still, the Metapod shivered in my arms, and I didn't have time to dig for half-buried memories.
"Why is its shell cracked?!" the boy shouted, pointing at the Metapod. "Did you do that?!"
"No!" I shook my head fast. "A Pidgeotto attacked it. I was just taking it to the Pokémon Center!"
He stepped closer without hesitation, but Lopunny moved first.
She slid between us in one smooth motion, ears lifted, posture alert. Her eyes narrowed just enough that anyone would understand: don't touch him.
"Lo... puni."
A calm warning.
The boy blinked, surprised, then looked from Lopunny to me. His gaze softened, almost understanding.
"...You're really close," he murmured, voice quiet and warm. "She trusts you a lot."
For a moment he just observed her, like he wasn't seeing a Pokémon, but a feeling. Lopunny stared back, emotion steady and protective not fierce, just protective.
I rested a hand gently on Lopunny's shoulder.
"It's okay," I whispered.
Her muscles stayed tense for a second... then she exhaled and lowered her guard, though she didn't
step away.
"...Lo."
Soft, but still alert.
The boy nodded once.
"Can you hand me the Metapod?" he asked softly. "I'll heal it."
I froze.
"...You have a Pokémon that heals?"
He shook his head.
"No," he said simply. "I can do it."
Both Lopunny and I stared, equally confused. Healing like that wasn't something a normal person should just... say.
But for some reason I just... had a feeling he could really do it. I slowly held out the Metapod.
The boy gently took it into his hands, holding the Metapod like it was the most precious thing in the world.
"...Meta..."
A weak little sound trembled from the shell.
The boy held his hands over the cracked shell.
For a second, nothing happened.
Then, a soft, golden-yellow light started to glow from his palms.
As the light spread over the crack, you could see it was hard for him. Sweat started to form on his forehead. His hands began to shake a little.
The crack in the shell slowly closed up, getting smoother.
Metapod let out a soft sound, almost relieved.
"...Paa... pod."
But the boy looked worse. His face got pale. His breathing became quicker and more shallow, like he couldn't get enough air. He wasn't just tired; he was feeling Metapod's pain.
When the light finally faded, he was careful. He gently placed the healed Metapod on the soft grass. Then, as if his legs couldn't hold him anymore, he fell to his knees right there.
He breathed heavily, hands pressed against the ground. A long, shaky breath escaped him and his whole body trembled like he was barely staying upright. He looked completely drained.
I slowly crouched beside him, unsure if I should touch him or not.
"...Are you okay?" I asked quietly. "How did you do that?"
Grass shifted behind me.
Meowscarada stepped forward, silent as a shadow. Her tail flicked once as she came to my side. Her sharp pink-red eyes locked on the boy, watching carefully.
He glanced at me and said, "It really tires me out. Sometimes I have to sleep a whole day. But... I couldn't just leave it in pain."
He rested his hand gently on the Metapod. The shell was smooth and perfect again, no cracks left.
Then he let himself sink down onto the grass, lying on his back, breathing hard. His eyes fluttered for a moment, then drifted to Meowscarada, then to me.
He gave a tired little smile, like he could feel the same love coming from her that he'd seen in Lopunny.
"You're... really close to your Pokémon, huh?" he said quietly, almost in awe. "I can tell. They love you a lot."
Hearing this, I looked at both of them.
Lopunny rested her paw on my arm.
"Lopunny..."
Meowscarada placed her paw gently on my shoulder.
"...Meow."
I placed my hand over theirs, feeling that familiar comfort.
"They're my most trusted companions in the whole world..."
Both Pokémon's eyes softened, Lopunny with gentle warmth, Meowscarada with a proud, confident spark.
After that, the boy told me his name was Amarillo and explained the ability he used. It's called the Healer, or Verdian Power, a special gift from Viridian Forest that lets him heal Pokémon just by touching them.
I was truly amazed.
He said he lives deep in the forest and I was shocked again. After all, Viridian Forest is pretty dangerous with all the wild Pokémon.
I asked him how he knew the Metapod was injured, and how he could tell my Pokémon loved me.
He said, "I can understand them. I can feel what they feel."
Hearing this, I immediately asked, "Can I learn how to do that?"
He shook his head.
I sighed, shoulders slumping.
He laughed softly, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. "You want it to understand your Pokémon better, right?"
I nodded.
"But you don't need it. Look at them; you already understand them."
Meowscarada and Lopunny both nodded, agreeing with Amarillo.
"Meow~"
"Lopuu~"
Soon Amarillo recovered enough to stand, and we said our goodbyes, I started walking out of the forest, my head still spinning.
A human who can heal Pokémon just by touching them... and even understand what they feel? I have seen stuff like Aura and psychic powers in the anime, but watching it happen right in front of me was a completely different experience.
Yet... this world still has so many mysteries. So many amazing, impossible things I haven't even seen yet.
I smiled to myself, heart racing a little.
I'm definitely going to see every single one of them.
Every secret, every wonder... with my Pokémon by my side.
When we were close to leaving the forest, Meowscarada and Lopunny both grabbed my hands and pulled me off the path.
I immediately understood what they wanted...
-x-X-x-
The moment we were hidden by the trees, both Pokémon sank to their knees in the soft grass, eyes looking at me with the same hungry, loving spark.
Lopunny's creamy-brown paws were the first to move.
"
Lopuu~♡ she purred, low and sweet, nuzzling her soft cheek against the front of my jeans.
Then she gently pressed her soft lips to the zipper, caught it carefully, and pulled it down. The metal parted smoothly, her warm breath brushing my skin as she smiled up at me, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Meowscarada purred from my left, her dark-green fur brushing my leg as her paws slipped into my waistband. With a soft, teasing "Nyaa~" she tugged my pants and boxers down together, letting them drop around my ankles.
My cock sprang up, already painfully hard; seven inches of flushed, warm skin, veins faintly raised under the smooth skin. The swollen head was a deeper rose, slick and shining with a bead of precum at the tip.
They both froze for half a heartbeat, staring like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Lopunny's big chocolate-brown eyes went soft and drearny. Meowscarada's sharp pink-red ones narrowed with pure delight.
Then they moved.
Lopunny leaned in first, slow and eager. Her warm, soft pink tongue slid out, already wet, and gave one long, flat lick from the very bottom all the way to the tip in one slow, loving slurp.
She stopped at the head, her lips brushing it gently, leaving a shiny trail of saliva behind.
Meowscarada didn't wait either.
From the other side her rougher tongue jumped in, moving fast in little circles.
Lick-lick-lick, slurp, flick-flick~
Every quick swirl of her rough tongue felt like soft sandpaper teasing the perfect spot.
I glanced down. From above, Meowscarada's short, fluffy tail flicked back and forth like crazy.
Her round little ass wiggled with every eager lick, smooth light green fur stretching over soft curves, looking so cute and tempting I almost forgot how to breathe.
Their tongues danced together in perfect contrast: Lopunny licked slow and gentle, covering me in warm, wet strokes.
Meowscarada licked fast and playful, her rough tongue flicking and twirling like she was having the best time ever.
Warm saliva mixed and ran down my shaft in shiny little streams, some dripping off onto the grass with soft plip-plip sounds.
Lopunny let out a soft, happy "Lopuuu~♡", then parted her soft brown lips and took just the head inside.
She sank down slowly, warm, wet softness swallowing me inch by inch until the head pressed gently against the back of her throat.
She stayed there for a second, cheeks hollowing with a soft suck, then pulled back just as slowly, lips tight, tongue swirling the whole way.
She kept going, slow and steady.
Each time she slid down, her warm mouth took me all the way in, soft and wet, until I felt the gentle squeeze at the back of her throat. Then she pulled back just as slowly, lips tight around me, tongue pressing and swirling underneath.
Shhlurp..
Every single move sent little sparks up my back. My breath came out shaky, like I couldn't get enough air. My hips kept twitching on their own, wanting more even though it already felt so good.
Today both of them had decided to give Ryan the best experience they possibly could, because my words back with Yellow had made them happier than ever.
Meowscarada dropped lower, her hot breath washing over my balls first.
"Nya~♡
Her rough tongue started with quick, playful kitten licks, (lick-lick-lick) that made me twitch every time her tongue grazed the skin.
Then she parted her soft lips wide and carefully sucked one ball fully into her mouth.
Warm, wet heat closed around it, gentle suction pulling just enough to make my breath catch.
She rolled it slowly with her tongue (circling, pressing, teasing), purring the whole time with a deep, rumbling "meowww~❤ that vibrated straight through me and up into my cock.
My knees almost buckled. My hands dropped to their heads without thinking, fingers sinking into Lopunny's fluffy ears and Meowscarada's soft green fur.
The only question left in my spinning head was: Where did they even learn all this...?
I never taught them anything like it...
How do they know exactly what to do...?
Her soft paw cradled the other ball, gentle pads kneading in slow, lazy circles. She rolled it tenderly between her fingers, like she was enjoying how heavy and warm it felt.
Warm drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down in little streams to coat her paw and everything below until it was all slick and shining.
Above, Lopunny kept her steady rhythm; down... hold... swirl... up... slurp... down again deeper, throat fluttering softly around the head each time she took me all the way.
I lasted maybe ninety seconds more.
My hands tightened in their fur. My hips jerked forward on their own, pushing deeper into Lopunny's mouth.
A rough, broken "Uhhh~" tore out of me.
Throb... throb... THROB...
My cock swelled impossibly harder in Lopunny's mouth. My balls drew up tight in Meowscarada's paw and lips, squeezing hard.
The first thick wave of milky-white semen shot straight down Lopunny's throat.
Her big brown eyes widened for a second, ears flopping forward in surprise. Then they fluttered half-closed, cheeks flushing a soft pink under her cream fur. A muffled, happy "Luuuu~♡!" vibrated around me as her throat worked, swallowing greedily.
Each slow gulp sent the warm liquid sliding down her throat and spreading through her belly like a soft, cozy heat that made her whole body melt with happiness.
She pulled back just in time so Meowscarada could join in.
Meowscarada let go of my ball with a wet plop and quickly moved up. The next thick wave came out and painted a warm white line across her mask and open mouth, dripping slowly from her chin.
She pressed her lips right back to the tip and slid all the way down in one smooth motion, rough tongue swirling as the rest poured straight into her.
Her throat rippled with eager swallows, the same warm liquid traveling down and settling in her tummy, filling her with that same soft, glowing heat. A low, rumbling "Nyaa~ buzzed against me as she drank it all.
Lopunny leaned in close, her soft tongue gently lapping up the little streaks that had landed on Meowscarada's cheek and chin.
Meowscarada pulled back slowly, licked a lingering bead of white from the corner of her mouth, and gave me a lazy, satisfied smile.
Then both of them tilted their heads back a little, opened their mouths wide, tongues out to show they had swallowed every last drop and looked at me with playful eyes.
"Nya~♡
"Lopuu~♡*
The sight alone made me hard again.
They looked up at me, ears twitching, a hungry sparkle in their eyes....
They were definitely not done yet.
-x-X-x-
The sun had long since set by the time I finally made it back home.
AG
"Mom, I'm home," I said quietly, my voice low and tired. My legs were weak and unsteady.
Mom, still in her floral apron, stepped out of the kitchen. Her green eyes flicked first to me, taking in my shaky, exhausted state.
Then her gaze moved to Lopunny and Meowscarada, who were calmly standing behind me.
Both Pokémon looked happy and relaxed. Their tails were gently swishing and they looked completely fine.
But me? My face was bright red, eyes tired and half-open, cheeks a little hollow like I hadn't eaten all day and my whole body legs were still shaking. I could barely stand up straight.
Mom's brow furrowed with worry. "Ryan? Sweetheart, are you alright? Are you okay? You look exhausted..."
"Nothing," I said quickly, forcing a weak smile. "Just really tired. And hungry."
"Well, dinner's almost ready, Mom said, her tone softening but her eyes still watchful. "Why don't you go wash up? It'll be on the table in five minutes."
I nodded, shuffling toward the bathroom. The familiar routine of washing my hands with cool water helped ground me a little. By the time I returned, the comforting smell of home-cooked food filled the dining room.
We all sat down at the table. Lopunny and Meowscarada took their seats on both sides of me. Dad was already across from us, his loyal Machop sitting patiently beside his chair. (Butterfree was napping in Mom's room.)
Mom brought over the dishes. Tonight's meal was a comforting feast a rich, creamy cheese pasta, a warm tomato soup, fluffy mashed potatoes and a basket of soft bread rolls stuffed with sweet-berries paste.
"Dig in, everyone," Dad said with a warm smile, gesturing to the feast on the table.
The room filled with the soft clinks of spoons and the happy sounds of a family sharing a meal. After a few moments of comfortable quiet, Mom put her fork down and turned to me with a gentle smile.
"So," she began, her voice soft but curious, "this is your last week of school. It's a big step. Have you thought about what you want to do next? A career... or something else entirely?"
I nodded slowly, swallowing a bite of the creamy pasta. "Kind of," I admitted, my voice quiet. "I have an idea.... But I want to really think it through this week before I say anything."
Mom smiled, her eyes full of encouragement. "That's a very responsible way to approach it."
From across the table, Dad said. "No pressure at all, son. Take your time. Choose whatever path you like, the only thing that matters is that it makes you happy."
While we were talking, under the table, two soft paws quietly found my zipper.
Lopunny's soft paw brushed my knee first, warm and gentle, then slid higher. Her fingers found the zipper and eased it down in slow, careful, almost silent care.
Meowscarada's paw came in from the other side at the exact same moment.
Together they pulled my pants and boxers lower, letting my cock spring out into the cool air under the table.
Warm, fluffy paws wrapped around it right away, one smooth and soft, the other a little rougher, rubbing slow and steady, up and down, until I was completely hard.
My face went bright red. My ears burned. I stopped eating.
I reached down fast, trying to push their paws away, whispering "stop" under my breath. Instead they caught my hands and guided them between their legs.
Both were already soaked.
Lopunny parted her thighs under the tablecloth. My fingers brushed soft cream fur, then warm, slick folds that opened the second I touched them.
Meowscarada did the same on my left, her fur damp, pressing my hand right against her heat.
My fingers moved on their own now.
Lopunny's fur was super soft and warm. I slid my fingers over her smooth cream fur, then between her wet folds.
She was silky inside, hot and slippery. Every slow rub made her thighs shake a little.
When I pushed a finger in, she squeezed tight, soft and wet. A tiny "Luu~♡" slipped out, so quiet only I heard it.
On the other hand, Meowscarada fur was shorter, but still very soft and warm. She was hotter and even wetter.
My fingers slid easily over her slick folds, dark green outside, pink inside.
When I rubbed her clit she jerked, tail flicking hard. Two fingers went in smooth; she gripped rougher and tighter. A low "Nyaa~♡" came out.
Both tried to stay calm above the table, ears only twitching when I hit the right spot, while their hips rocked in tiny circles against my fingers under the tablecloth.
Mom noticed I wasn't eating.
"Son? Is the food okay? I made your favorite tonight."
"N-no, it's good," I stammered, face on fire. I pulled my hand free from Meowscarada and grabbed my spoon again, eating as fast as I could.
But my fingers were still wet from her.
When I brought the next bite to my mouth, that sweet, warm scent hit me, exactly the same as Meowscarada down there, a little wild and impossible to ignore, making my cock give another hard twitch under the table.
My ears burned hotter. I tried to chew normally, pretending nothing was wrong, but every bite tasted mixed with her smell.
Meowscarada wasn't happy I'd pulled away.
She made a tiny, grumpy sound. Then her dark-green paw slipped right back between my legs.
Her soft pads brushed the head of my cock first, light, teasing, still slick from earlier pre cum, then wrapped around the shaft with a slow, firm squeeze.
She started stroking (up and down, steady and warm), her paw pads gliding over every vein, thumb rubbing little circles just under the tip every time she reached the top.
While Lopunny kept my other hand trapped between her thighs.
If I stopped moving my fingers, she'd push her hips down a little, making me go deeper.
Two fingers were already inside her (warm, soft, and so wet they slid in and out easily).
Every time I curled them or rubbed that special spot, her fluffy ears gave a tiny twitch and her cheeks turned a soft pink.
She kept eating like everything was normal, but her eyes stayed half-closed, a quiet little smile on her face, like she was floating on a warm cloud...
Soon... with both of them working together, especially Meowscarada's smooth, gentle strokes, my cock started throbbing harder and harder.
Every slow slide of her paws made my breath catch. I was right on the edge, biting my lip so hard it hurt, trying not to let a single moan slip out at the dinner table.
Meowscarada knew I was seconds away.
Her pink-red eyes flicked up to mine, ears giving one quick twitch. Her paw gave me one last slow, teasing squeeze (perfect, like she was saying "now").
CLINK
She let the spoon fall on purpose.
In one smooth motion she ducked under the table, pretending to pick it up.
The second she was under the table, her soft, warm lips pressed tight around the head.
She slid down slow and steady. Warm, wet heat swallowed me inch by inch. Her lips stretched just a little around me, tongue curling flat underneath, cheeks hollowing gently as she took every bit.
Until my whole length disappeared into her mouth and the swollen tip nudged the back of her throat.
She paused there, purring low so I felt it buzz straight through me, then gave one soft, loving suck.
That was it. I lost it completely.
My hand flew from Lopunny's warmth and pressed the back of Meowscarada's head, holding her there.
My other hand held the spoon tightly, trying to look normal while my hips jerked.
Hot, thick waves shot straight down her throat.
She didn't pull back at all.
My cock pulsed hard, again and again. Each thick wave shot straight down her throat.
She swallowed every single one: warm, tight, greedy, her throat squeezing around me like it didn't want to let go. Her tongue stayed pressed flat underneath, soft and rough at the same time, guiding everything deeper.
A low, happy purr rumbled from her chest, buzzing right through me. Not one drop escaped. She swallowed it all, perfectly.
When it was over, she slowly slid off with a quiet, wet SLURPPPP...
She licked her lips once, slow, satisfied, like she'd just tasted the best treat ever and sat back up straight, spoon already in her paw.
A big, innocent smile on her face, eyes sparkling like she'd just picked up a dropped spoon and nothing more.
Only her short tail gave her away, flicking fast and happy behind her chair, with every proud little twitch.
Mom and Dad exchanged a quick look (something was definitely up, but they had no idea what).
I just sat there, face on fire, heart pounding, trying to breathe like a normal person while Meowscarada calmly scooped another bite of stew, tail still flicking happily behind her chair.
I finished my plate in record time, pulled my zipper closed under the table, and bolted out of my seat.
'Gotta... do something!" I mumbled, already halfway to the stairs.
Lopunny and Meowscarada finished their food in two quick bites, then ran after me
Mom watched us disappear, one eyebrow raised, confused.
Dad just chuckled under his breath and shook his head.
Mom watched us go, worry in her eyes.
"Ryn's been acting strange lately... eating fast and running to his room even when I make his favorite food."
Dad laughed softly and slipped an arm around her waist. "He's growing up. He has a lot on his mind lately."
Mom leaned into him with a small sigh.
Dad lifted her chin and kissed her, slow, warm, and familiar, like a habit they never grew tired of.
Mom's shoulders relaxed, and she kissed him back, the tension leaving her face..
A second later, they pulled apart, still smiling.
Behind them, Machop froze mid-bite, cheeks puffed full of food.
Her face went bright red.
She covered her eyes, shoved the rest of her food in her mouth and ran away too.
...
In my room, I flopped onto the bed, still breathing hard like I'd just run all the way home.
Meowscarada climbed on me right away. She slid one knee over my arm and settled down, pressing her warm, wet folds against my fingers.
The feeling made my cock twitch and harden instantly under my pants, already aching again.
She started rocking slowly, soft and steady, her light-green fur brushing my skin.
My heart raced. I couldn't help it; I kissed her back, deep and hungry, her rough tongue sliding against mine, tasting sweet and warm.
Every little "Nyaa~" she let out sent shivers down my spine.
Lopunny curled up on my other side, cozy and warm. She guided my other hand between her thighs, her brown fur so soft it felt like a blanket.
When my fingers slipped inside her hidden wet fold, she purred "Lopuu~♡" against my neck, her gentle licks warm and loving. Her fluffy chest pressed against my arm, rising and falling with happy breaths.
My whole body felt hot and heavy, cock straining against my pants, heart pounding.
Their soft paws rested on my chest, warm and gentle. Their purrs filled the room like the sweetest music, and all I could think was how much I loved this (how much I loved them, how much they loved me). I kissed them both, over and over, completely lost in their warmth.
This has become our daily thing.
Mornings: they'd slip under the blankets before I even opened my eyes, taking turns with their warm mouths until I was shaking and breathless (two, three, sometimes four times before I had to get up for school).
Nights: the same sweet routine, two to four more rounds until I fell asleep completely spent, wrapped in soft fur and happy purrs.
And today, in the forest on the way home, these two hungry little devils had already milked me four times. My legs had been pure jelly when I walked through the door,
If it wasn't for training with them every single day for the past three years, I'd probably have collapsed on the spot.
Thanks to them, when I'm at full energy, I'm easily stronger than anyone in my class... and even most of the seniors.
Now they both leaned in close, eyes sparkling, tails flicking excitedly, ready for the night round. I could already feel myself getting hard again just from the way they looked at me, warm, happy and a little hungry.
I held up a hand, laughing weakly. "Only once tonight, okay? I'm really tired."
They pouted, ears drooping, lips pushed out in the cutest sulky faces, but nodded anyway.
"Nyaa..."
"Lopuu..."
Lopunny and Meowscarada went around me, facing away from me.
Lopunny settled on the right, Meowscarada on the left, their knees pressing softly into the mattress on either side of my waist.
Their warm, fluffy chests rested against my lower stomach, rising and falling with every breath.
Right behind them, so close I could feel the heat, their slick folds hovered just above my face, tails raised high and swaying gently, dripping little drops onto my chest.
From there they leaned forward together, heads lowering toward my cock.
Lopunny's smooth tongue started slow, loving licks up one side.
Meowscarada's rougher tongue swirled quick, teasing circles up the other.
Just above, their cute, curvy asses and tails swayed gently left and right in perfect sync, so close I could feel the heat radiating from them and see every little wet spot when they moved.
My fingers moved slow inside them, feeling every little squeeze.
Lopunny was warm and soft, like sliding into melted honey. Her folds were puffy and smooth, framed by brown fur. Inside she felt plush and welcoming, hugging my fingers gently every time I curled them, her thick wetness coating my hand in warm waves.
Meowscarada was tighter and hotter, gripping me hard right away. Her folds were slick and swollen, light-green fur around them shining with her juices.
Every stroke made her pulse, her thinner wetness running fast and hot down my fingers.
Each little curl made them shiver and press closer, their voices mixing with my shaky breathing.
We moved together in slow, perfect, completely in sync, until the pleasure built too high to hold back.
My hips jerked up hard. Their soft cries, Lopunny's sweet "Lopuu~♡", Meowscarada's needy "Nyaa~♡" mixed with my groan, and all three of us came at once.
Warm waves rolled through us, bodies trembling, happy little sounds filling the room.
After, they curled up on either side of me, warm chest pressed against my skin, purring softly as their breathing slowed. I wrapped an arm around each of them, completely spent and happier than ever.
Just one more week of school.....
Then the real journey would begin, together.
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