Silk Red: A Pokémon Journey

Hello there! Welcome to the world of POKéMON! I'm your author, RollYourInit. Nobody calls me professor, but I hope that won't stop you from giving this little fan story a try. I was struck with inspiration so hard the story practically wrote itself. Granted with fan fiction style stories, a lot of the meat is already there, but I feel like mine walks a good line between paying homage and creating something new from the source material. Anyways, this is about the time when the trainer shrinks down and turns into a little chibi avatar. Off you go!

Pallet Town

The sun was shining and the Pidgeys were chirping as Todd took his first steps of independence. It was his eighteenth birthday, a bittersweet day of celebration and goodbyes. Once upon a time, a man or woman like him would have already left home on their tenth birthday to begin their journey into the world. Capturing and training pokémon, as their ancestors had for generations. Those times were long gone. The world was different, and they'd been forced to change with the times.

His mother and younger sister waved from the porch of their house as he left his childhood behind, following the dirt road through rural Pallet Town. One last wave back, and then he was around the bend, out of sight of their cozy farm house. There wasn't much to see in Pallet. Wheat fields, an orchard and small ranch houses on large farmsteads made up most of the town itself. The only unique feature was Oak Labs, a private pokémon research institution established and owned by the Oak family.

Since the Lighthouse Catastrophe, Oak Labs was one of the last remaining centers of research focused on pokémon. Isolated in the countryside, most of the damage had been minimal. The blocky structure stood out like a sore thumb against the cottages and farmland that surrounded it. Sturdy fences extended around a pasture full of pokémon placidly milling about, a few handlers here and there grooming and feeding the animals.

A lone figure lingered in the morning shade the building offered. She leaned against the building dressed in a loose lab coat, sipping from a poké ball shaped mug. Long brown hair with a few strands of silver was pinned back with a light blue head band. When she saw him, a smile curved on plump lips. Todd recognized her instantly. Everyone in Pallet knew Martha Oak, lead professor and current owner of Oak Labs.

Professor Oak nudged her round glasses up the slender bridge of her nose and pushed away from the wall. The loose lab coat she wore parted to reveal the snug blouse and black slacks struggling to contain her curves. She was shorter than Todd, but the fierce confidence in her eyes and posture as she obstructed his path was more than enough to bring him to a halt.

"Er, morning Professor. What can I do for you?" He asked, trying not to sound as intimidated as he actually was.

"Good morning, Mr. Fischer. You're looking fresh and ready for adventure. Is it the big day already? Judging by the backpack you're wearing and the poké ball belt, I'd guess you're off to Viridian."

Todd scratched at his neck, feeling self conscious over the scrutiny while trying to keep his eyes from dropping into the cleavage the top two buttons of her blouse couldn't reach across. "Yes ma'am. Gonna grab some poké balls in town, see if I can't catch some Pidgeys and Rattatas before heading further north."

The older woman tsk'd and shook her head. "It's a bit of a walk to Viridian, with plenty of pokémon along the way. No sense risking harm and delaying your training when I've got some spare poké balls in the lab."

"I couldn't impose, it's not that far. I've been to Viridian plenty of times." Todd assured.

"That was by vehicle though, and with your folks. On foot? With wild pokémon around? There's no telling what could happen. Better to get you set up proper. Besides! I have a proposition for you." Her words were heavy with double entendre by the end as she fixed her eyes on his. Emptying the last dregs of coffee from the mug onto the ground, she turned and walked away towards the lab entrance. Her hips swayed as she walked, walking with deliberation in her stride and throwing a beckoning gesture over her shoulder.

Todd followed, picking out the shape of her bottom through the coat while she wasn't looking. She was probably a little younger than his mother, but not by much...yet that only served to make Martha Oak that much more alluring. There was no arguing with a woman like that. She wielded the authoritative status of an elder, with the power of physical attractiveness of a woman in her prime. Todd dutifully entered the lab, wondering what the professor could possibly want with a kid like him.

Inside the building, everything was sterile and white. We passed through a small lobby, where Prof. Oak greeted a receptionist before leading him deeper into the facility. Computers and equipment for studying and compiling data were everywhere. Todd caught glimpses of screens showing lines of information he didn't have time to read, as well as images of pokémon, anatomy, statistics. They passed by them all too quickly for him to register anything meaningful, until at last he was shuffled into an office room at the back.

Martha closed the door behind him with a firm click of a lock to isolate them from the rest of the building. Inside the room were several shelves filled with books, as well as mementos of family and other pokémon related decorations. Her desk was large and ornately carved with pokémon iconography, which was littered with loose papers and a computer displaying a Voltorb screen saver slowly bouncing back and forth.

Walking over to her desk, the Professor dipped behind it and began stacking items atop the loose pages. "Obviously you'll need some poké balls, but I have a few things that will help both you and me while you're out on your journey."

She placed five poké balls together, catching one as it started to roll off the table and pushing them to a more even spot on her desk. Next she placed what looked like a smart phone on the table. Todd blinked as he recognized the familiar design of the Pokédex, the signature creation of Professor Samuel Oak, Martha Oak's great grandfather and founder of Oak Labs. She couldn't possibly be planning to give him one of those, could she..?

When she finally stepped back in front of the desk, the Professor was grinning wickedly. In her hands was a trio of poké balls, each of them already occupied by a pokémon. "Once upon a time, we used to give young trainers rare pokémon to begin their journey. It was meant to give kids a leg up, but it also helped us to nurture and study the growth of these rare pokémon in the field. The kids were better protected, and the pokémon were able to gain experience and grow beyond the confines of civilized domestication."

Balancing the poké balls in her hands, she extended them out in offering to Todd. "These aren't just any pokémon, however. These are Genesis pokémon."

Todd flinched his hands back just before she could relinquish them. "Genesis pokémon? That's crazy!"

"We live in crazy times, kid. This kind of research is long overdue, and I need someone young enough, strong enough to take up the cause. There are already people out there, testing the new boundaries caused by the Lighthouse Catastrophe. I need someone out in the field, doing what trainers do best- capturing and training pokémon. Only I need you to capture Genesis pokémon as well." Her somber, serious tone was a stark contrast to the flirty demeanor she had presented before. She held the poké balls out further, a subtle crease forming in her brow as desperation bled into her features.

When she made it seem so important, how could a young man refuse? This was a quest, a noble cause with greater purpose. Destiny was extending a hand, offering him a chance to do something significant. To start a journey like his forebears, discovering the unknown.

"Alright...I'll do it." He declared with all the resolve he could muster.

Prof. Oak lit up with joyful relief as she shoved the poké balls eagerly into his hands. "You don't know how grateful I am for this, Todd. So very, very grateful. Now hurry and pick your starter. There's a lot to cover before you leave, and I want to make sure you go with a nice. Big. Smile on your face." The flirty professor was back in full strength as she stroked his arm, then stood back to lean on the desk in anticipation for his choice.

Swallowing hard, Todd examined the poké balls cupped in his hands. Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander. These were pokémon the Oaks normally raised themselves, core elemental creatures stronger than the average pokémon. Yet inside these capsules were creatures very different from their natural counterparts.

For a moment, he considered Charmander. Fire was strong against everything from Pallet to Pewter, and no slouch when it came to rock pokémon the gym was famous for. Bulbasaur fit the bill as well, and was especially suited to ground and rock. He imagined battles, clashing elements and strategic maneuvers as he made his way across Kanto.

Yet when he thought about the times in between, stopping for a break next to a pristine lake, resting under the shade of a tree and having lunch, fishing at the side of the river, all he could see was a squat, smiling Squirtle sitting beside him blowing bubbles and preparing to pounce on the unsuspecting Magicarp he'd pull from the water.

"Here goes." He picked out the Squirtle ball, pressed the release tab, and watched as red energy erupted from the poké ball to launch onto the floor before him.

The energy rapidly reconstituted into solid matter, digitized essence returning to its natural flesh and bone state. Todd watched as first the lumpy shape took hold, then became a shell. From there, a chubby tail popped free of the bottom, then stocky, matching legs. Arms followed, then a head. From there, the being became less, well, pokémon. The hands were more dexterous, with opposable thumbs and small claws on each tip, the webbing slightly more pronounced between each finger. The feet were the same; too human, with webbed toes tipped with matching claws. The posture straightened, and the head rose and gave a small shake that turned into a shiver down the rest of it.

Unlike natural Squirtles, the head was covered in short downy feathering like its older, evolved Wartortle brethren developed over the ears. It shaped around the cranium like a natural pixie cut, soft blue and fluffy like a Psyduck's backside. When it turned its head to look over the shoulder at him, Todd was struck by a pair of large, deep blue eyes set into a heart shaped face. She blinked, then cooed faintly, before looking back at the professor and then around the room itself.

"Holy shit. She's so..." He fell short of words, mouth agape.

"Human?" The professor offered, eyes crinkled in amusement. "Well, at least half of her is. Maybe more. Maybe less. We don't fully understand the how's and whys of Genesis pokémon yet, that's why we need you to catch them. They're smarter and more wily than natural pokémon, that much we've easily determined. That's why I thought it best we gave you one of the few we have."

As the Squirtle girl looked around the room, indulging whatever curiosity motivated her, Todd marveled at the sight of her. The outer shell formed a protective barrier, while the inner was contoured almost like an odd corset. She was short and stout, easily taller than a natural Squirtle by a few feet but still much shorter than a normal human. More surprising was how uncomfortably human she was in her sexual anatomy. A pair of bubbly breasts threatened to pop out of the top of her shell. A teasing glimpse of sky blue suggested her mons also sported feathering that matched the top of her head, concealed by the way her shell contoured between her legs. The carpet evidently matched the drapes.

With a click of the poké ball she was gone again, digitized and withdrawn into the ball. He considered the orb in his hand, warm with the life inside. "Yeah. I'll take the Squirtle. Er, what's her name?"

The professor chuckled as she leaned away from the desk, giving him a good glimpse down her shirt before straightening. "Normally, it's the trainer that names the pokémon, but her circumstances are a little unique. Call her Berry." She sauntered up and gently plucked the other two from his arms. Smiling softly to herself, the unusual woman strode back to her desk and placed them gently into a drawer and out of sight.

"Huh. Like blue berry?" He asked while contemplating the ball in his hands.

"More like Berenice. Berry was cuter, and easier, and well, never mind." Her smile faltered and for a brief moment Todd could feel there was something deeper going on with the Squirtle girl he wasn't being told. Yet before he could try and approach the subject, the professor had already switched gears and was collecting the rest of her gifts.

With his first pokémon acquired, Todd clipped the ball to his belt feeling like a proper trainer. Martha returned with the empty balls and the Pokédex, and went out of her way to firmly click each one into place for him. Left with only the Pokédex, she flipped it open and pressed herself close to show him the screen.

The smell of faint perfume touched his nose as she pressed her curvy body to his, grabbing his hand to push his thumb against the bottom where a sensor read the print. "There, now its just for you. Well, and me. And maybe a staff member with authorization from me." She cleared her throat a little, then carried on. "Just like a regular Pokédex, it syncs with your poké balls, scans the data on the collected specimen, and generates a profile for the pokémon captured. Obviously, we're well documented on most of the pokémon Kanto has to offer. You can use it to identify just about anything you encounter, regardless of whether you've captured it."

"So I can use it to strategize against a pokémon I'm unfamiliar with. Since genesis pokémon share the same base pokémon aspects, it'll help in the same way with them. It's the human side that makes them unpredictable, and more dangerous." Todd surmised aloud.

His answer earned him a squeeze around the middle, her breasts smushing heavily against his upper torso as she let out a girlish noise. "Eeee, smart -and- handsome, such a good combination for a trainer. You're going to do great."

The professor showed him a few entries in the database, including the ones for the three genesis pokémon. There were picture space for both genders, though the Charmander and Squirtle files were generated images while the Bulbasaur showed both female and male counterparts. Todd guessed they simply didn't have examples for the others yet.

When they were done, or rather when the professor was done, she put the Pokédex into his backpack. Still close, she grasped Todd by the biceps and looked earnestly into his eyes. "Promise me you'll take good care of her, okay? All pokémon should be treated with dignity and care, even if violence is inherently part of their very existence. In that we are the same, after all. Violence is a part of humans too. How we wield such a dangerous, destructive force is what matters most. Be good...I guess is what I'm trying to say." She smiled sheepishly at the end.

By now Todd was ready to storm Victory Road. He was gifted with glorious purpose, ready to fight the world to make it a better place. He was pretty sure that was the end goal anyways. 'For science!' didn't fit the mood, which was increasingly heated given how much of the professor he'd been exposed to. In the last ten minutes he'd felt more tit than the rest of his entire life.

"Now, for your reward." Her hands squeezed his arms, then slid up and around his neck. He was surprised when she pressed her body to his, chest to chest, the tip of his nose nearly touching her own as she stared into his eyes. "Tell me honestly. Have you ever been with a woman?"

"I, ah, well I-" Todd swallowed hard. Was this some kind of test? His brain tried not to short out as he struggled with the answer. "Well, uh, no. Not like, all the way."

Martha giggled, but it wasn't girlish. Her voice was too husky now, too soft and sultry to be anything but womanly. Seductive. "Kind of hard when most girls are either too few, too far away, or too related in a small town like ours. Today's a day of manhood. Would you like me to...properly guide you across the threshold?"

"Absolutely." Todd didn't hesitate. One of Pallet towns hottest bachelorettes and borderline Persian was practically grinding her body into him. It was the most intense situation with the opposite sex he had ever experienced. There was no way he was saying no. In fact, what was he even waiting for?

Horniness took over. Martha smiled as she saw it coming, barely able to murmur "Good answer," before Todd closed the distance and crushed their lips together. She met his enthusiasm with her own, pushing him back until he bumped against the door to her office. Todd pawed at her backside, fingertips clawing against her lab coat to rake down her torso. Her ass was the goal and it was easy to find, bubbly and firm. When he grasped hard and sank his fingers in, she gasped into his mouth, breaking the kiss.

"Mmm that's it. When you're a man, you've got to know when to man handle." Martha pushed away just enough to slide the coat off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Without it, her tight blouse and snug slacks seemed even more revealing. A few more buttons had popped free, her breasts threatening to pop loose entirely with every breath. Grinning wickedly, she popped another loose, revealing the dark blue bra doing its best to hold in breasts that easily exceeded the early alphabet.

Todd stared in aroused fascination as the professor shed layer after layer. She was unfastening her pants when she paused to gesture at him, a playful smile ever-present on her full lips. "Better keep up Trainer."

Realizing he was still completely dressed, Todd quickly shrugged off his backpack and began hastily shedding his attire. His jacket, shirt and jeans were quickly and messily piled with his gear. Watching the professor, she made a spectacle of letting her breasts burst free when she unclasped her bra. She turned and swayed her way to the desk, fingers peeling down her panties to expose a firm, shapely butt.

Todd hurried after her, hopping out of his boxers at the last minute to collide naked against Martha's back. She giggled, then groaned as his hands greedily ate up flesh. She wiggled her ass against the erection now snuggled against it, stroking her silky skin against his cock.

Erotic naughty professor hadn't been in his list of searched rosa-blanca.ru before, but it would be now. He nosed his way into her hair, desperate to feel, taste, smell her. Driven by raw, inexperienced need, Todd found her neck and simply bit hold of her. Martha moaned and pushed back harder against him, reaching back to claw her fingers through his hair and over his shoulder.

"Fuck...fuck me!" She begged breathily. "Catch me! Train me...breed me..."

They slid into the desk, papers and pens spilling onto the ground as the professor braced herself over it. Todd was a steamroller of instincts, pressing her down, his hips rolling to drag the tip of his cock down her ass and up into the sweet spot of her raised crotch. Diving both hands between her legs, his fingers passed through short trimmed, velvety pubic hair to pet the slick labia below. He'd seen enough porn to know what to feel for, soaking his fingers in her natural lube while working out the shape of her clitoris.

Her body jumped when he struck gold, and her moans took on a new pitch. Without hesitation he whipped his fingers into a frenzy, grinding her pleasure bead in random patterns. While his left hand played with her clit, the right continued the search for her entrance. The haze of lust hung heavy over his mind as he probed one, then another finger inside of her. The distracted part of his mind searched her depths, feeling the ridges within, listened to the way she moaned and learned unconsciously what made her react. The rest of him was an avalanche of sexual intent, driven to make her moan, to feel good, to feel good with her.