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The Fantasy Factory was famous for how it pulled out every stop to make its Pokemon clients happy. The place was incredibly popular, which was probably why there were at least 3 entrances and 4 different waiting rooms, though 18-year-old Ash Ketchum couldn't understand why. All he understood was that this place made Pokemon happy, and Pikachu needed to feel happy again.

The lobby they were waiting in felt like a doctor's waiting room, with neutral colors for the walls and chairs. A few ferns decorated the place to give a splash of life, but there wasn't much here to say [i]'This is the place where your fantasies come alive!'[/i] Except for the posters saying exactly that. Supposedly, this was a neutral spot to look at the list of services the factory provided, pick one, and then head to the reception area with an order for whatever fantasy you wanted.

Ash was casually leafing through the booklet he'd gotten at the entrance, checking out all of the possible scenarios the place could provide. There were a lot of options for raising a Pokemon's happiness, though Ash was a little confused by how banal some of them sounded, especially considering the non-disclosure agreements he had to sign just to get into the factory.

“'Strangers waiting for a bus?'' the young man chuckled, pacing back and forth. “'Friends going on a hike?' 'Pokeflix and chill?' I'm surprised they're offering these things here, sounds like something we could do on our own. I guess it's supposed to ensure that they go perfect, no rain or stuff like that. What do you think, Pikachu?"

“...you really don't get it." Pikachu sighed. The stocky yellow anthro was slumping forward in his seat as he did and didn't watch his human buddy walk around the room. He was pretending to read another binder detailing all the fantasies the factory offered, but honestly, he was just holding the book in front of his crotch so Ash wouldn't notice how stretched his workout shorts had gotten...

Ash glanced up. “Hm? What was that?"

“...Nothing."

Ash watched his friend for a second before tucking the pamphlet back into his jacket pocket. “So...you got any ideas for what you'd like?"

Pikachu tried to look at the list and not his friend's tight jeans. Even with all the looks the human would get from other Pokemon, hell other [i]humans[/i], he [i]still[/i] couldn't understand how his 'comfy' jeans made it so [i]obvious[/i] just how much he could offer if he [i]just got the hint…[/i]

But Ash kept pressing. “Come [i]on[/i], buddy. This is supposed to be a treat for that last victory! This place is supposed to be the top spot for making Pokemon happy, and you've been so...stressed for the while now…"

[i]I've been stressed because what I actually want is too dense and thick and hardheaded and...Arceus damn it…[/i]

Pikachu rubbed his face with his other hand, trying to hide his sweat. “Look, just let me think, ok? I need to f-figure out what I want..." he snapped, a little harsher than he should have.

[i]I know what I want. I want to tear this workout outfit off right here and now and then tackle you to the ground and shred those damn jeans and hammer that cute human ass of yours over and over again and then afterward…[/i]

Ash just sighed in frustration. “...Ok. I'm just gonna head to the washroom. I'll be right back."

As soon as Ash turned around, Pikachu stared at the boy's retreating rear before it disappeared around a corner, leaving the anthro alone with his thoughts…

“GAH!" Pikachu snapped and let his face fall into his hands. Why did his clueless best friend have to get so…[i]hot?[/i] That body that they boy kept [i]showing off[/i]...And the boy didn't even [i]know[/i] how sexy he looked, which just made it even [i]more[/i] unbearable. If only could just [i]tell[/i] Ash what he wanted...but how would he react?

Pikachu was so lucky to be friends with him, too...humans kept to themselves most of the time, hiding in their lairs, tinkering with their machines, and only coming out to watch the more impressive Pokemon tournaments or trade their devices for secrecy. So to meet a friendly human who loved adventuring and helping Pokemon with their battles was a wonderful surprise. He and Ash had been traveling since they were kids, and they had made a decent name for themselves in the world. They were getting older now, and now they were developing...certain needs.

Or at least, Pikachu was. Ash was certainly old enough and he was [i]certainly[/i] developing well, but he seemed to have no clue about anything. And that drove Pikachu up the wall in frustration. He wanted Ash so badly, but he had no idea if the boy would reciprocate...or if he would still want to be friends with him if he knew what he wanted.

And if he ordered a fantasy version of Ash from this place, and Ash found out or put two and two together...the Factory's commitment to discretion kept the human in the dark as to [i]what[/i] the fantasies entailed, but how long would that last?

And the truth was that he didn't want a fake Ditto or Zoroark copy of his friend, he wanted his [i]friend[/i]. He wanted to feel Ash's skin against his own, their lips touching, the mon's paws touching the human's rear and bringing himself deeper and deeper inside his wonderful hot best friend...

Pikachu groaned into his hands. Why did things have to get so complicated?

Ash washed his hands after finishing his business in the bathroom, trying to figure out what was up with Pikachu. His friend had been...tense for the last few days, and wouldn't tell him what the problem was.

It wasn't frustration with the fights. Pokemon valued battles and competition above all else, and Pikachu was always up for a good scrap. And Ash had seen him fighting - the anthro was at his most alive during a good fight. They hadn't exactly been dominating the world, but there hadn't been a loss bad enough to depress him either.

Maybe it was jealousy? Ash had been getting quite a few very friendly offers from other Mons. Apparently, a human who could keep up with a Pokemon was quite rare. Some of those coaching offers had pretty big money connected, but Ash was a loyal friend, and Pikachu knew that he'd never leave him behind.

So what was the issue? Ash couldn't understand. Had he done something wrong? Pikachu was an amazing friend who'd been there for Ash when he was down, and Ash owed him big time for everything. But if he'd somehow made him upset...Ash didn't want to think about that possibility. He had to make his friend feel better, and he would not leave this 'factory' until his friend was happy again.

With that promise in mind, Ash began walking out of the washroom to return to the Lobby…

Wait, which Lobby was it again? The signs pointed to a Lobby A, a Lobby B, and a Lobby C...why was there more than one lobby? He could believe that some Pokemon would need bigger chairs or water, but these lobbies were clustered so close to each other...and then there were dozens of doors in each hallway, all with numbers on their nameplates that Ash couldn't understand or deduce the meaning of.

Ash groaned. Where the heck was he supposed to go? There wasn't anyone nearby to ask where the 'normal' lobby was…for a busy factory, it seemed like there was never anyone around when he actually [i]needed[/i] to talk to someone.

Eventually, Ash came up with a basic plan. He'd just knock on the door of an employee area and ask about the lobbies. That should get him back to Pikachu where he can talk to his friend and make up for whatever he did.

The boy quickly found a door that had a name as opposed to a number. [u]'Mr. Narcissus'[/u]. Ok, this seemed like a good place to start. This shouldn't take too long…

Mr. Narcissus' room was a single psychiatrist's chair in front of a large mirror. And taking a nap between duties was a Ditto in his normal form, the 'Narcissus' on the front door.

At the sound of his door being knocked on, Narcissus woke up with a start. Had he slept in [i]again?[/i] Sure, working the Fantasy Factory was demanding, and he'd been a lot more tired than usual lately, but that was no excuse not to give every session his all. He had to earn his pay, after all.

“H-hello?! I wasn't napping!" The Ditto hurriedly covered for himself as he got up.

“Excuse me? Mr. Narcissus? I need some help…"

Oh geez, this was a session! The ditto hopped off the couch and swiftly unlocked the door, making sure to hide himself behind the mirror. Pokemon and humans alike didn't exactly like to see a Ditto in his normal form...Narcissus had been called an uncanny pink goo mannequin in the past. And that was not what anyone who'd been sent to his office was after.

“C-Come on in!" Narcissus announced. “The door is open! C-come in and take a seat."

The Ditto watched the human walk into the door - A very, [i]very[/i] appealing human. Humans were rare clients of the Factory, but not unheard of...and this one looked like a [i]very[/i] fun client. Narcissus observed the boy's face, clothes, body...especially around his waist...oh [i]my[/i], good thing he woke up for this one…

“T-take a seat, Mr…"

Ash reluctantly did so. “Um...Ash Ketchum. Listen, I need some help...I gotta go see a friend here…"

“Ooooooooh...A friend with benefits, I trust?" In this line of work, it paid to read between the lines.

Not that Ash realized there was anything between the lines. “Er...well, I help him out a lot, so I guess so? But I've upset him somehow, and I gotta cheer him up…I don't know how yet, but…"

Ahhh, Narcissus understood. An insecure pal who needed to take a good look at everything good about himself so he'd get the confidence to be what his 'friend with benefits' wanted. Well, Narcissus knew [i]exactly[/i] what to do to get this human's courage up...among other things.

“Well…" The Ditto sauntered out from behind the mirror, having transformed himself into an exact copy of the human sitting in front of the mirror, from his messy black hair to his blue jacket to his [i]revealing[/i] blue jeans. “I don't think [i]you'll[/i] have any trouble cheering him up."

Ash's eyes widened as he stared at the carbon copy of himself walking up to him with a wide smile. It was...surreal, to say the least. “Um...but I haven't been able to…"

Narcissus took the boy's face in his hand and looked deep into that nervous face. “Why not? Who could resist those beautiful brown eyes, that [i]adorable[/i] face...come on, let's see that smile that will set your friend's heart aflutter."

“Uh...s-sure…" Ash's mouth slowly curved upwards in what he thought was a polite smile, but the copy of him showed him a broad, enthusiastic smile that Ash had to admit, [i]did[/i] look quite nice on his face as he stared into his own brown eyes, noticing just how deep they really were.

“Theeeere it is. There's that smile that can light up an entire city."

“B-but I smile all the time, and I can't just do that for Pikachu…"

Narcissus' eyes lit up. [i]That's[/i] where he'd seen this boy before. He and Pikachu were a quite popular fixture of the battling circuit, and everyone figured that they were much, [i]much[/i] more than good friends.

The Ditto placed his hand on the human's shoulder and confided in Ash's ear. “You're right...Pikachu has done [i]so[/i] much for you, you want to give him the [i]best[/i], don't you? But you don't have to worry…[i]you're[/i] the best, inside and out."

“...Inside and out?"

“Oh [i]yes[/i]." Narcissus pushed his finger into Ash's chest, aiming for his heart. “You're a wonderful friend, always being there to support Pikachu when he wins and comfort him when he loses. And not just Pikachu, either...you're always ready to help others, so kind and selfless. You [i]live[/i] to make others happy, and you are [i]so[/i] good at it. [i]Always[/i] making others smile."

Ash nodded. “Yeah, I like seeing everyone smile...that's why I'm so confused about why Pikachu has been so...tense…"

Narcissus smiled. “That [i]is[/i] confusing. Just [i]looking[/i] at you should be enough to fill your friend with happiness…"

The human blinked. “Wait, what? What are you talking about?"

“Don't sell yourself short. Have you ever taken a good look at yourself?" Narcissus put out his leg, stroking it up and down. “These legs are [i]made[/i] for so much more than walking, and those jeans show off [i]so much[/i]. Feel that thick, lean muscle...I'll bet you turn so many heads at the beach."

He had gotten pretty fit from all his walking through the world, and Ash thought back to all the whistles he'd gotten during his last trip to the Alola region. “I...guess so...didn't think they were anything special…"

“Oh, they're special, I assure you. And those jeans of yours highlight all your best features...from the front to the back. Here...let me give you a [i]better[/i] view."

Narcissus stepped in front of Ash and leaned against the mirror, making sure the boy had a good view of just how…[i]good[/i] that ass of his looked in his jeans. Ash was a little surprised to learn just how…[i]defined[/i] it really was. These jeans were snug, but he hadn't noticed how snug they really were until now…

“Um...I...it looks good?" Ash was blushing now, not sure how to handle this strange flattery.

“There's no question about it, Ash." Narcissus smiled as he turned around and embraced Ash one more time. “I [i]know[/i] people and Pokemon who couldn't get an ass that good no matter how many days at the gym they spent. Every side of you is [i]beautiful[/i], baby. Don't doubt that you can perk your best friend up like nobody's business."

Ash mused to himself. Could it really be that simple? It sounded...weird, but if showing more of his legs would cheer Pikachu up, maybe he could start wearing shorts more often. Maybe take up wearing those workout clothes Pikachu favored that revealed just enough of his muscles to…

The human started blushing. “Ok...Ok, I think I know what to do now, but…"

“But [i]nothing[/i]. You have so much to offer...and so much to give…"

Ash gasped as he felt the mirror copy press his midsection right into the human's body, grinding the duplicate's hidden cock and balls into the side of his jeans…"Wh-what are you…"

“Do you feel how…[i]big[/i] they are? I can [i]see[/i] just what you've got hiding under there, and they are [i]something else[/i]. Just...full of potential, full of [i]passion[/i], and all you have to do is offer it…"

Was he...talking about…[i]those?[/i] Sure, his jeans had gotten pretty snug, but they weren't [i]that[/i] big...were they? It...wasn't like he checked a lot...or compared...that would just be weird...

Quivering in baffled confusion, Ash shifted to try and move away from the enthusiastic copy. This was starting to get...weird…"L-look, I just need to know how to get to m-my friend…"

Narcissus hugged him from behind, and Ash felt the copy's waist push into his rear, the jeans separating both of his private parts from touching…

“[i]This is how you can get to him. You let him get to[/i] you."

Ash flushed, his body quivering with excitement he couldn't quite understand. He felt his member get...fuller, for lack of a better word, as sweat dripped down his skin and his breathing became hitched more and more...what was going on, why was he feeling like this…

He knew about puberty, he knew about sex, he knew what those parts were supposed to do, he had that one class before he went out on his journey, but that was just between a man and a woman to make children. Wasn't it? So why was he feeling…[i]this?[/i] This wasn't in a bed with a girl, this was something he had no name for...but he couldn't say he didn't [i]like[/i] it, it was just...

“I...I…" Ash stammered as Narcissus began rubbing against him harder and harder, the copy's hands moving towards his tenting jeans and feeling around and under them…

“Theeeeere it is. And there they are…" The human gulped as he felt his sack get gently squeezed. “You've got so much...love to give...You're so lucky...your friend is so lucky...youuuuu…"

Ash could barely keep his breathing steady. His head was spinning and his thoughts were racing. What was going on? He'd never felt this before, ever...he was confused and a little scared, but he didn't try to stop Narcissus...

“Ohhhh...yessss...sssso much…[i]love[/i]…" Narcissus wheezed before suddenly crying out in loud delight. Being this…[i]incredible[/i] human had gotten to him more than he'd expected, and he just couldn't help himself anymore. The ditto released his grip on Ash before falling to the floor with a gooey thud.

The thoroughly confused human shook his head clear, trying to regain control of his racing thoughts. What had just happened? He'd only gone in to get directions to the lobby, and now…

“...Mr. Narcissus?" Ash turned around to see that the Ditto had lost consciousness, a massive smile on his face. Fast asleep, he had returned to his base form, the pink gel mannequin in the rough shape of a human.

The human blinked several times, clearing his head as best he could. What a...weird Ditto. Very friendly and [i]super[/i] encouraging, if a bit too handsy...but now he had no way of figuring out where the lobby was. He needed to get back to Pikachu and cheer him up, [i]ASAP[/i]. But what was he supposed to do now? Even shaking the ditto by his gooey shoulder did nothing to wake him up.

Sitting down on the couch, Ash managed to settle himself down as he mused on what to do next...for about five seconds before he heard a loud beeping noise. Was that his phone? The boy's hands felt to his side for a moment and grabbed a small buzzing object…that didn't actually belong to him. This must've been Narcissus' pager, a tiny screen with one button and a single number flashing on the screen.

[i]1134[/i]...Didn't Ash pass that number on the way here? It wasn't far off, and he could probably find that easily…

Ash glanced back at the unconscious Ditto. Whoever was paging him could've been a coworker or boss, maybe they could direct him to the lobby and he could get this treat back on track. If nothing else, they should know that Narcissus was...indisposed at the moment in his own office. And it was a better lead to start walking towards than to just randomly knock on doors or wander through the halls.

Taking a deep breath, Ash stepped out of the room, leaving the slumbering Ditto behind. Glancing down the hallway, he soon figured out what direction 1134 was going to be and started walking. [i]This[/i] would be simple. He'd just knock on the door, straight up [i]say[/i] he needed directions to the lobby, and then he'd return to Pikachu and they'd talk. Easy.

And maybe he'd get some new shorts after they were done here.

Pikachu tapped his claws against the chairrest. He'd been doing a lot of thinking since Ash had left for the bathroom, and he felt bad about snapping at his friend like that. This was supposed to be a fun treat to celebrate a pretty solid victory, and Pikachu appreciated that Ash wanted to make his friend happy, even if he didn't quite [i]get[/i] why he'd been feeling out of sorts…

Of course he didn't get it. Pikachu didn't [i]talk[/i] to him about it. And the discretion of the Fantasy Factory meant that Ash wouldn't pick up on the subtext of this place until he saw it firsthand. That one sex ed class was hardly adequate for...every possibility they could enjoy. It wasn't really his fault that the idea never occurred to him...though Ash never did seem all that interested in the girls flirting with him either...

[i]Right.[/i] Pikachu decided. [i]When he gets back, I'm going to talk to him about...this kind of thing. SEX. I'm going to talk to him about sex, I won't dance around the subject, and I'll just ask him if he'd like to try it with me here. We'll pick a room that we both like, and we'll...see how it goes.[/i]

[i]When he gets back…[/i]

Pikachu glanced up at the hallway he'd seen Ash walk down some time ago. Shouldn't he be back by now? Ash never was the greatest at directions, but surely he couldn't get lost in…

In a massive building with several different lobbies and hundreds of doors.

With a deep, beleaguered sigh, Pikachu got up and started walking towards the washrooms. Hopefully, he'd catch up to Ash before he got into [i]too[/i] much trouble...