“Ashley! Get to bed!”
 
Duplica, still dressed in her Ash attire, sat in a beanbag chair as she watched her ‘mother’ enter her bedroom. She was dressed in a pink button-up top with a yellow shirt underneath, coupled with a purple skirt. She was the spitting image of Ash’s mother, Duplica assumed--having never met her made it hard to tell. The older woman had a stern face as she looked at Duplica.
 
“B-But Mom, tomorrow is when I start my Pokemon journey! I can’t sleep!” Duplica stammered for a moment, having forgotten her lines.
 
She had taken on the role of “Ashley Catchem,” a new Pokemon Trainer leaving on her journey the next day. She lived with her mother and was a huge Pokemon fan.
 
“Fine; if you can’t sleep, you should at least study.” Mom replied. She grabbed a TV remote from the nightstand next to her and flipped on Ashley’s television. A man dressed identical to Professor Oak was onscreen.
 
“Good evening, Pallet. I’d like to introduce you to the three Pokemon for beginning trainers.” The Professor started. “This is Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squi-” In mid-sentence, the TV powered off. Ashley and her mother both turned around at the sound of an angry man’s voice echoing throughout the room.
 
“CUT! CUT!”
 
….
 
“Come on Steven, what was wrong with that? I was having fun!” Duplica protested. She stood from her beanbag seat and stretched out her arms. The woman playing her mother gave her a warm smile.
 
“I thought you lived in Vermilion, remember? Vermilion doesn’t have a professor!” Steven argued.
 
“Yeah, I know, but we changed it to Pallet at the last minute!” Duplica replied. “Just roll with it!”
 
“I can’t just ‘roll with it’ if you keep changing everything!” Steven yelled. “Which one of us is the goddamn director here? How in the hell did you get that Oak video, anyway?”
 
“I found it.” Duplica replied innocently with her hands behind her back.
 
“You know, any other studio would’ve fired your ass.” Steven said. “You’re lucky I have the patience of a saint.”
 
“Yes, and I’m more grateful than you’ll ever know.” Duplica teased. “I promise; no more changes.”
 
“One more step out of line and the only work you’ll get will be hand modeling!” Steven threatened. “I hope you know where you’re going with this, Imite! Action!”
 
…
 
As if nothing had occurred, Ashley’s TV flickered back on.
 
“This is Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle.” The professor continued. “They will be available to new trainers leaving tomorrow. I would like to show you each Pokemon on a more intimate level so you can be sure of your choice.”
 
“When this is over, put on your pajamas and go to bed!” Ashley’s mom commanded.
 
“Yeah, I’m going!” Ashley nodded. “I’m going!” Ashley watched the screen with interest as she heard her mother leave the room. As if on cue, as soon as the door closed, the screen faded.
 
“This is my assistant, Bridget. She will help us see how essential Bulbasaur can be to one’s journey.” Professor Oak said, his face filling the screen. “Please watch. Trainers, take notes!” With that, Oak stepped aside. A woman with flowing blonde hair and beautiful green eyes stood behind him. She had an impressive bust, a solid D-cup if Ashley had to guess, and curves that could make any man sit up and beg.
 
Ashley watched with anticipation as Bridget approached with Bulbasaur next to her. The plant-like Pokemon sat on top of a long table while Bridget stood, petting the Pokemon’s head.
 
“Good evening. My name is Bridget, and as the professor said, I’ll be helping you become more intimate with the ins-and-outs of Bulbasaur. Well, to be more specific, I’ll be getting the in bits and you’ll be seeing the outs!” Bridget said cheerfully. She stopped petting Bulbasaur, her hand trailing under its head and down its body.
 
“Bulba?” Bulbasaur looked at the scientist woman, obviously confused. Bridget put a finger to her lips.
 
“Shush, Bulbasaur. We’re going to let the nice viewers watch us do the special experiment, okay? Be a good boy for me.” Bridget winked at him. Bulbasaur nodded eagerly.
 
On the other side of the screen, Ashley’s hype and anticipation to study Bulbasaur soon turned to a newfound sense of both fear and confusion.
 
“Okay, so, she’s petting it, and … rubbing it, maybe even fondling it, and … wait, is that a …” Ashley paused, her eyes not leaving the screen. She nodded after a few moments. “Yeah, that’s a penis.”
 
Bridget had her right hand wrapped around Bulbasaur’s blue erection and was slowly pumping her hand. Bulbasaur’s eyes were closed; the Pokemon looked to be at peace. Ashley was skeptical.
 
“How is this allowed on television?” Ashley asked the large Snorlax plush propped against the wall next to her. The toy didn’t respond. Ashley halfway expected it to. “Well, no reason to waste the opportunity, I guess.”
 
Ashley leaned back in her beanbag seat, reaching down to unfasten and unbutton her jeans. Slowly pushing them down, her boyish-looking boxer shorts followed. The now-multiple cameramen surrounding her furiously switched angles, one zooming in on her. Her trimmed light-blue pubic hair glistened in the light.
 
Focusing her attention on the television, Ashley watched as Bridget had moved to her knees. The table was just at her lowered height, giving Bulbasaur ample room to approach her while pushing his throbbing erection into her mouth. Bridget eagerly began to bob her head.
 
“I don’t know why, but this is sort of hot …” Ashley muttered. She looked back at her Snorlax plush, who stared at her in silence. “You should really speak up more. Express your opinion.” Ashley scolded her toy. Returning her gaze back to the TV screen, Ashley began to run her right index finger around her dripping slit, watching as Bridget continued to give Bulbasaur a blowjob (or, as the assistant bluntly put it, a “Bulba-job.”)
 
“Now, for any female trainers joining us tonight, I’d like you to pay special attention. There are times when your Pokemon might need to release built-up sexual tension. If you cannot catch a wild Pokemon of the opposite gender, or find a Pokemon Center, you may have to relieve them yourself.” Bridget instructed. “The ways to relieve a male and female Pokemon greatly differ, but as for the females, well, you know how to do that yourself!”
 
“Come on, shut up, get on with it …” Ashley sighed in annoyance, slipping two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. She began to slowly pump them back and forth, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan. Bulbasaur seemed to be getting frustrated that Bridget had stopped pleasuring him. “Even Bulbasaur is waiting, dumb lady!” Ashley opened her eyes, looking as annoyed as Bulbasaur. “I swear, it would be easier getting off to the home shopping channel!” Before she looked away from the screen, Ashley saw Bulbasaur slowly walk around Bridget, who had leaned down on the table to get closer to him.
 
“Yes, Bulbasaur! Right there, yes!” Bridget had started to moan when Bulbasaur mounted her, eagerly thrusting into her from behind. Ashley had resumed masturbating, rapidly pumping her fingers and letting out a quiet moan, not caring if her mother heard or not. Ashley’s eyes slowly closed once more as she got in the mood.
 
“Oh yeah … r-right there, that feels so good …!” Ashley moaned. Her fingers worked faster now, the girl in pure bliss. Her hips began to buck as she reached her limit, moaning louder and louder. She reached over with one arm, frantically tapping the ground until she felt a pillow. She jammed it into her mouth and bit down hard as her orgasm hit. “Mmmmmm!”
 
As Ashley’s hips bucked wildly while her orgasm subsided, she looked back at the television to see Bulbasaur emptying his load into Bridget while another female researcher frantically wrote on a notepad with one hand and massaged one of her own breasts with the other. Ashley let out a relaxed sigh as she pushed her jeans and underwear off completely, watching her juices leak from her pussy to the floor.
 
“Okay, now where are my pajamas …”
 
The next morning, the sound of a Dodrio’s morning call interrupted Ashley’s sound sleep—the girl bolted out of bed and out of her house, frantically running forward towards a laboratory.
 
“Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Charmander … any one is fine, just save one for me!” Ashley thought out loud, running as fast as she could. Before she knew it, she crashed into Professor Oak, who was standing in front of the building’s gates. The two fell to the ground, Ashley’s body rubbing against Oak’s as she stood up.
 
“Professor Oak, where’s my Pokemon?” Ashley asked enthusiastically.
 
“You look like you’re ready for bed, not for Pokemon training.” Professor Oak replied. “Be that as it may, come on in.”
 
In the lab, Ashley and Professor Oak stood in front of a table with three Poke Balls, all open and empty.
 
“As you can see, these three are gone.” Professor Oak said. “The early bird gets the worm, or, in this case, the Pokemon.”
 
“Professor, there must be one left!” Ashley begged. “I stayed up all night dreaming about this! You don’t tell a girl who dreamed about Bulbasaur’s tentacles that she can’t have anything!”
 
“W-What!?” Professor Oak exclaimed.
 
“N-Nothing, Professor!” Ashley replied with a nervous chuckle.
 
“Well, there is one left, but it’s a little …” Professor Oak trailed off.
 
“Professor, I’ll take it!” Ashley replied with clenched fists.
 
“If that’s the case …” Professor Oak turned around. “Hey, come out here little one!”
 
“Pika?”
 
A Pokemon waddled out from nowhere, standing between the two.
 
“Pikachu.” The Pokemon said.
 
“Its name is Pikachu.” Professor Oak explained.
 
“You’re joking.” Ashley replied in a droll tone of voice. “And my hopes of getting a surprise Raticate are dashed yet again.”
 
“Watch that, young lady. I don’t have to give you anything at all.” Professor Oak wagged a finger at her. Ashley nodded. “Anyway, here’s your Pikachu and some Poke Balls. Please take good care of it.”
 
“Of course! We’ll be friends, right Pikachu?” Duplica asked, Pikachu turning its head in response. “Huh …”
 
Walking out to the lab gates, Ashley saw her mother with a few people behind her, waving a banner to send her off on her journey.
 
“Oh Ashley … my little girl, going on her journey, just like your father …” Mom said. She held out a backpack and opened it up, reaching in. “Now then, I packed some things for you … some clean clothes, instant food …” as she named items, she placed them into Ashley’s hands.
 
“… This box of something with ‘do not open’ on it, I wasn’t sure what’s inside, but it looks important; some clean underwear, and I bought you some new ones …”
 
“Mom!” Ashley blushed. “My panties! I told you I wear boxers now!” She watched in shock as pair after pair of cute underwear was placed in her hands. A yellow pair with a pattern of Psyduck’s footprint, Pikachu’s bolt-shaped tail, a pink pair with Jigglypuff all over it, a blue pair with a Wooper face in the center, among other colors.
 
“I also got you these, I thought they were cute …” Mom held out a g-string, opening it for Ashley and the people around her to see; bright orange with a Charmander’s face in the center.
 
“Mom! Everyone can see!” Ashley protested. “Don’t you know I’m a trainer now? I can take care of myself!”
 
“You’re a big girl now, suck it up.” Mom replied with a frown while continuing to toss things at Ashley. “Some rubber gloves for cooking …”
 
“Mom, these aren’t rubber gloves, they’re just rubbers! Condoms!” Ashley exclaimed. “I won’t need these!”
 
Mom shot Ashley a knowing stare. Ashley looked back and gulped. She nodded and shoved them in her pocket.
 
“So this is your Pokemon?” Mom’s attention turned to Pikachu standing next to Ashley.
 
“Yeah, that’s my Pokemon!” Ashley replied. Pikachu turned away. Ashley picked the Pokemon up and nuzzled its red cheek. “Pikachu and I are gonna be pals!”
 
“It’s a little weird …” Mom commented.
 
“Weird?” Ashley asked. Pikachu glared at her and its cheeks started to spark. A violent shock of electricity came forth, blasting the crowd and Ashley.
 
When the pain subsided and Pikachu ceased, Ashley felt a tingle between her legs—Pikachu’s shock had actually aroused her. She quickly crossed her legs in an attempt to hide any possible wet spots.
 
Later, Ashley and Pikachu were walking down a dirt path, with Ashley dragging Pikachu by a rope. Pikachu frowned and made a sad noise as they moved.
 
“Pikaa …” Pikachu groaned. Ashley stopped in her tracks and turned.
 
“What will it take to get you to like me?” Ashley asked. Pikachu turned its head. Ashley put a hand to her chin. She reached into her backpack and pulled out her red Pokedex, opening the device and pressing a button. “Let’s see .. Pokedex entries .. number twenty-five .. here we go!”
 
“Pikachu, the Electric Mouse Pokemon.” The Pokedex spoke in a drone-like voice. “This Pokemon can—” The message was cut off by Ashley pressing another button.
 
“Boring!” Ashley groaned. “Let’s see what else we got … here!”
 
“Pikachu’s mating habits can differ amongst the species. Some Pikachu are very open to mating, while others may have a sense of pride that cause it to be selective. Pikachu have been on record to be very easy to arouse, mostly by the sight of the female form.”
 
 
“Hmm … how ‘bout this? Let’s see if you’re a boy!” Ashley pushed her blue jacket aside and lifted her black shirt, revealing her breasts to her Pokemon. “What do ya think of these?”
 
“Pika!” Pikachu stared at the human’s breasts. Ashley watched as an erection popped from his lower body, already throbbing at the sight of her. “Pikachu!”
 
“I’m guessing you like!” Ashley smiled. “Do you like me now, too?”
 
“Pika.” Pika turned his head, but kept one eye open to look. Ashley sighed and sat on the dirt ground, pushing her jacket off, laying her hat aside, and pulling her black shirt over her head after making sure the two were alone. She leaned against a nearby tree, pulling her jeans and green Bulbasaur-patterned panties off and setting them on top of her jacket and shirt. She placed her hat back on her head and turned it around; she thought it looked cool and planned to do it when facing any challenge, including sex with Pokemon.
 
“Then let’s bond, Pikachu! Come at me!” Ashley leaned over and untied the rope from Pikachu’s body. The Pokemon leapt at her without hesitation, pushing her down from the impact and moving between her spread legs, shoving his erection inside of her and eagerly thrusting. Ashley let out a moan and moved a hand behind Pikachu, pushing him close to get all of his rock-hard erection inside of her.
 
“Pikachu! That’s it!” Ashley moaned, bucking her hips while wrapping her legs around the Pokemon. “Y-You can shock me, if you want … whatever helps you.” Ashley said quietly, trying to quiet her moans from fear of another Pallet trainer passing by. “C’mon, let’s be friends … fuck me harder …”
 
“Pika!” Pikachu ignored her and continued to thrust. His cheeks began to spark and small shocks went off to her nipples in a massaging sort of way. Ashley couldn’t explain how an electric shock could be so precise, but the sensation was so amazing that she didn’t care. “Pikachu! Pikachu!” Pikachu moaned while furiously pumping into his new trainer. “Pika!”
 
“That’s good, Pikachu! Do whatever you want! You can train me!” Ashley knew how submissive she sounded, but it was for Pikachu’s sake--anything to obtain her new partner’s trust and friendship. “You can have me whenever you want! Please cum in me!”
 
“Pika … CHU!” Pikachu moaned, thrusting in one final time; the “CHU!” in his speech echoed throughout the path and forests, surely waking any wild Pokemon, but neither Pikachu nor Ashley noticed or cared. Pikachu began to wildly thrust into Ashley in one final attempt to get off, ropes of electricity-fused cum filling the human. Ashley’s body shivered from the short, massaging jolts to her inner walls and clit as Pikachu’s orgasm continued.
 
“Pikachu, I’m gonna cum too …” Ashley said quietly in a state of pure bliss. Pikachu pulled away from her instantly and turned his back to her. Ashley sat up, both in shock and frustration. “What the heck, Pikachu?! I let you fuck me and you won’t even let me get off?!”
 
“Chu.” Pikachu replied. He turned to face her; his erection was still throbbing and his small paw was furiously stroking it. He pointed at Ashley. “Pika.”
 
Ashley raised an eyebrow.
 
“You want to give me a facial? Seriously?” Ashley asked, annoyed. “Seriously.”
 
“Chu.” Pikachu nodded. Ashley sighed and fell to her back as Pikachu approached her, his little yellow hand still jerking on his erection. His cheeks started to spark once more as his next orgasm approached. “Pika …!”
 
“Oh come on, hold off for like a minute, please?” Ashley begged. She had slid two fingers into her pussy and was quickly pumping them in a fast attempt to get off herself. Pikachu not allowing her to was an extreme turn-off. “I’m almost there, so if you could just …”
 
“PIKA!” Pikachu moaned, firing off shots of his electric semen all over Ashley’s face. The camera zoomed in on her face as Ashley licked her lips, looking at her Pokemon as her lower half spasmed against her plunging digits.
 
“Will we … can we be friends now?” Ashley asked. Her breathing was heavy and she pulled her hand up to show Pikachu her fingers—she had finally cum. Pikachu looked at her hand and back at her. He nodded.
 
“Pika.”
 
“That’s great; thank you … Would you like to keep training?”
 
…
 
“CUT! Fantastic work, Duplica!”
 
Steven stood from his chair and applauded as he walked towards Duplica and Ditto, who had changed back to his normal self. Duplica looked up at Steven, her body quivering as cum ran down her face.
 
“S-Steven … how about a re-shoot.” Duplica looked at him. Steven looked confused.
 
“Why? That was perfect.” Steven said.
 
“I know.” Duplica replied. She wore a weak smile. “I wanna do it again.”