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Michael woke up to the sound of upbeat music in the background. It was a dark room with hardly any sign of illumination. Until from overhead, light shined down on a seemingly young, shirtless man with an open vest and a cap backwards. Said man looked to be like a pokemon professor but casually laxative and sound. Though what caught his eye more was a naked slim but modest looking Vulpix that he had his hand on; he was caressing her head while she was bobbing her head back and forth, sucking his cock. One hand was on the base, stroking his shaft while the other hand fondled his balls. That's one way to start a dream.

"Welcome! Welcome! Oh wait hang on..." he reaches both hands down to stroke the Vulpix's ears making the young lass whine out and grumble. "Now that's a good girl. Anyways... where was I? Oh yes!" he stands straight up again as he continues, "Welcome to the Libo Region! I'm professor Stud! World renown pokemon fu-err... researcher of the region. But you can call me Stud."

"Why is there a Vulpix sucking your cock?" were Michael's first words as he points towards the female.

"What ever are you talking about? I'm just here to introduce you to the game world of Pokemon!" he replied.

"Ahh... what?"

"Right! Now let us start off with the basics. Can you tell us your name?"

"Professor Stud, we talked over the vid-phone. You saw my face. You know who I am. I'm Michael! Now why are yo-"

"Are you a boy or are you a girl?"

Michael felt himself getting a bit irritated. "A-are you serious?"

"Are you a boy or are you a girl?"

"I'm a boy you dumbass! I'm a sixteen year old young man named Michael! Are you seriously that daft?! Did Alzheimer's hit you early?!"

"Well now you sure are a stink in the mud," Stud said with a roaring laughter. The Vulpix started to make gurgling sounds as she continued to pleasure him with her maw. "These here are Pokemon. Wonderful, powerful, intelligent bipedal creatures known for beating the shit out of others and being for great sexual playmates."

"Oh I get it. This is all a dream isn't it?"

"Well now why would you say that?"

"Oh gee I don't know. Maybe the next thing you're going to ask me is your son's name? Bet his name is Ass."

"Ahhh that's it! Now I remember... nffhh... his name is Ass! I remember how you two were always such bitter rivals since you were kids."

"Rivals. Yeah. This is a dream. I should be Lucid right now. Stud you're supposed to say we were friends and his na-" but Professor Stud interrupts him. "Michael! Are you ready to go on your first pokmon adventure? There are a great and many dangers. As well as a world full of wonders! And many of those wonders I am sure you will joy since you are of course... of legal age."

"The fuck Professor?"

"Do you want to fuck my dear Vulpix? She may be loyal but she's certainly open to friends of the family."

Tempting? Yes. Maddening? Oh very much so. Now he was certain that this was a dream. Michael raises his hands up and pinched his cheek as hard as he could. "Alright. Goodbye dream St-ouch!"

And with that, Michael woke up from the confines of his bed. The sun was just rising; streaks of the warm early-morning light made a lovely orange hue in the room. He turned to his side and saw that he still left his game on; Elf Hunter: Crystal Version. It was some badly translated foreign bootleg knock off of the original Elf Hunter series.

He was about to drift back to sleep until he noticed the timer on his cable box. 9:33 AM. It took but that one moment to make him realize the time. "Oh... OH SHIT!" he exclaims. Michael nearly fell out of the bed as he struggled out of his covers. He hopped towards his closet while throwing off his pajamas. He had no time to get washed.

Class had already started. The test was about 10:00. He was already late enough and this would damage his chances to get in LiboU. Michael wasn't like most young men his age. Even when he was ten years old he had no dreams of going out into the world and becoming some Pokemon Trainer or whatever it is they called it. It wasn't that he didn't like the Pokemon. On the contrary... he loved them, felt more connected to them than the average human being. But what life is that of a Trainer at ten years of age? Was it some sick joke for mothers to get their sons out of the house early?

Michael wanted to be a vet working at the pokemon center. If he couldn't get in LiboU, what the heck would he be doing with his life? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he was about to lose it all. Either way, his mother wouldn't care. She'd be glad he'd be out of the house. And speaking of... as he got himself dressed and darted towards the living room, there she was, arms folded as she looked him over.

"Hello Michael," she said in both a motherly and annoyed tone. (How the hell was she able to muster such a combination? "Late for your exams hmmm?"

"Ahhh! Yes mom! S-so... uhh please, no breakfast! I gotta go r-really bad. Like really bad." He looked at his watch. "Twenty minutes left bad!"

"Well you better pass young man because it's either LiboU or the life you should had been doing six years ago."

"... Mom that's not for me."

"Ah and this life wasn't for me either. But I stuck to it because that's what motherhood is. And it's high time you get out there on your own and make a living for yourself."

"I've been on my own every weekend of every week for the past ten years. At night. Which is what, you're time?"

Course Michael was no naïve teenager. He knew what his mother was and what she did. (And how he was a product of her lifestyle by the way.) He knew alllll the dirty deeds and the nasties that has ever been done in his house and so on. Even when he wasn't around. The only companions he ever seemed to have is the practically unstable professor Stud from next door and his son Dick. And yes his name was Dick. And yes he did make puns about his own name.

"Well it's going to be PERMENANT soon. And I hope it's today. Now get out. You're Profe- I mean the neighbor and I are going on a little... date for the entire weekend. And I expect you not to be around when he gets here."

"Ah yes. Of course. Whatever mom. Can I go now?"

"Yeah. Oh... and hey... Michael? Good luck."

He didn't need luck. He needed some reassurance in his life. And his mother gave very little of it. Even when she was trying to make her goodbye as less forced and more genuinely heartfelt as she possibly could.

Michael rushed out after bidding farewell. Fifteen minutes left. He better make it.

And he did make it. What a shocker! Five minutes to spare and already he was out of breath. Michael spent whatever was left of his stamina running through the doors of his school, zooming down the empty hall and barging in his classroom. "Ah Michael! How nice of you to drop by," came a voice from the front desk. It was Mr. Mogul, Junto Town's High School Teacher of the year. And a strict hard ass. "I am glad to see you that you weren't late for the EXAM boy. I was just about to give them out. Take your seat and stay quiet. And remember... you have two hours."

The young man looked around the classroom, eyes upon him with students laughing quietly or whispering about him. Slowly he made his way towards his desk, feeling their gaze follow until he sat down and took out his pencils. Michael was getting the sweats... his hands shook... his legs clammed up... his body dripped with sweat. He was nervous. He had spent three weeks prepping for this exam but he could still feel the anxiety and fear reaching in the back of his neck. When the papers came, he took a deep breath before he dove in to his paper.

He took his time and he made sure to read and re-read every question on every page. His answers soared across the lines with each end of the question. And it was at the end of the two hour mark that he finished. And was passed out. Drool encompassed the entire desk, and almost the paper too until the teacher came to take it from him. "Ahh the wonders of adolescence," he muttered as he reads through his work.

Michael wasn't sure whether to be happy or upset. On one hand, he passed his test with flying colors. On the other, he felt as though his work was all for naught. LiboU closed its doors shortly after due to excessively low enrollment. Apparently being a pokemon trainer was still a thing for pre-teens. There were still other colleges but... LiboU was the golden gate to prosperity.

Mogul did say there was a silver lining to this. "It may not look much now... but you're still set for life. Whatever college you think is the next best thing, take it. I'm sure you'll do great wherever. In the meantime... go out and explore the world. Libo's a big region! I'm sure being a pokemon trainer isn't all that's cracked up to be. I mean after all... you certainly have a great affinity for them."

"Yeah... but not exactly the kind I was looking forward to," he replied.

"Look at it this way Michael... you can kill two birds with one stone. You can make a ton of money as a pokemon trainer. Enough so that you can buy a house and not even have to worry about debt! And if you think it's time to settle down... take whatever college you can get. It's not like there's a dead end for each path you take."

Michael felt better... not by much but it was something. He looked up to Mr. Mogul and gave him a big and warm smile. "Thanks Mr. Mogul," he said. "Ya know... I always imagined that you'd be my father."

Mr. Mogul started to sweat profusely and then coughs in his hand. "AHHAha. Yeah. Hahah! I-imagine that. Smart kid l-like you... smart guy like me... if only genetics c-could be any more accurate."

Mogul's eyes shifted side to side and tapped his fingers together. Before Michael left, he began to ask a question... before being interrupted by Mr. Mogul.

"Hey Mr. Mogul a-"

"No."

"But I didn't eve-"

"No. Ehhhh you have a good life... a-and good luck! I'm p-roud of you. Uhh! Of you my favorite student! Yeah. Now go out there and show the world what you're made of."

Mogul always softened up whenever classes ended. But that was too weird of a touching moment even for Michael. And then having that happened made him wonder... Was Mr. Mogul gay for him? Nahh... probably not. But he wasn't sure. Considering how much of a nice guy he was. Though he never attempted to flirt with him. Sides... student and teacher relationships were frowned upon.

So he returned to Junto Town where loud music and excessive bodily motions can be heard, and seen, at his house. No doubt his mother at it again. Instead of heading right home, he made his way to Professor Stud's laboratory. Which... was just a house really. Wasn't really a lab at all.

Then out came Dick. Ruggish, tall, handsome looking blonde guy. Around his arm was a Vulpix lass, one kind of similar to the one in his dream. But it wasn't like she was Stud's... err... 'pet' now was it? And sides... it wasn't like they would share the Vulpix. It wasn't like the dream was entirely accurate.

"See you like Flaze Mikey. Jealous?" he asked as he laughed.

"Err... ummm nah... nnnnot really? I'm about to get a pokemon of my own," Michael replied.

"Ah so you've finally decided to take the path of the trainer eh? What you failed the test?"

"Actually no I..."

"Ah whatever. Let's just hope you don't get a guy pokemon! They are very competitive. And I hope you don't plan to get yourself a pokegirlfriend if you got a guy!"

Pokegirlfriends? Oh yeah. He forgot... this was a society that practically gives no shit if you were fucking your pet or battle thrall.

"Ahahaha. You're a riot Dick. Hey make sure you use... err... protection. Else you're expecting her to...er.. .lay." Michael bantered back. Dick and the Vulpix laughed aloud at his comment and wave their hands at him. "AhhHhahah! Oh Michael! Always the jokester! Hey have you seen my dad anywhere?"

"Ummm... no why?"

"Please tell me he's not at your house."

"If he is?"

Dick lets out a sigh and let his smile drop. "Of course... nevermind then. How bout I give you a pokemon?"

"You sure your dad will like that?"

"Oh come on. It's not like that sleazeball has any time to do his job right."

He's one to talk, being a sleazeball. He was practically all over the Vulpix; bodies were touching, practically so close it would suffocate anyone unfortunate enough to get stuck between them. Dick lead him inside and over to the pokeball station where one of the six unopened pokeballs lay.

"Right lets skip the formalities. Blah blah blah, the world is big... blah blah blah here's your pokedex..." Dick hands Michael a big, flat red portable computer as he spoke, "blah blah blah capture and fuck as much pokemon as you can."

"Wait what?"

"That's what my dad had scribbled out in his previous notes."

"Of course."

"And now... to greet your new partner!" Dick reached over for the ball and pressed the button in the middle. He tossed it for Michael to catch. It opened up as soon as it landed on him. A bright light erupts from the ball as out came a large, red, scaled, buxom reptilian creature. Michael fell on his back as the creature just appeared right above him. "Ahhh shit!" he exclaims as he landed hard. The bright light died down from the dissipating light, revealing the figure which was a smooth looking, and curvy, buxom Charmeleon woman.

"Oh shit!" Dick exclaims and laughs aloud. "Oh no way man! Talk about good and bad luck!"

Michael was a bit too out of it to respond. When he came back to reality, he looked over to see the female was sitting on his hips, slit in full view from where he was looking. Slowly he looked up and saw a blushing, embarrassed and angry Charmeleon girl who was just snarling at him.

"Uhh... hi?"

The Charmeleon grunts and lets out a short yell and smashed her fist against his face. And once more he was out cold. "Ohhh... might want to get ice for that Mikey. Mikey? Miiiikeeeey? Oh." He looks over to the embarrassed lizard and spoke, "I think you knocked him out.