What an awesome Pokemon! That professor was so awesome, giving me a powerful, adorable …
 
Poke Doll. It just sat there, being a plush.
 
I didn’t receive a Pokemon at all! That stupid ball light couldn’t figure out what to form into so I was all excited over nothing!
 
I clenched both fists as I snatched the doll from the ground, looking at its blank, emotionless face. The sewed-on eyes stared back at me, as if looking deep into my soul. It was actually kind of creepy.
 
“Well, I guess I’ll find some use for this.” I groaned. I stuffed the doll into my bag and looked around—I was already on some route. It can’t be all bad, though! I could use that doll to bait a wild Pokemon and maybe get a Poke Ball from one of the trainers probably walking around here.
 
Trainers should always look at the positive side of things, right?
 
Today is my first day as a Pokemon Trainer, after all--me, with my beautiful blonde hair, bombshell body, and all-around perfection.
 
I don’t sound vain, do I?
 
The Kalos region isn’t ready for me. I’m just that awesome.
 
With that internal pep-talk done, I started to walk and look around the area for Pokemon. Even if I didn’t have one of my own (thanks to that asshole back home,) there’s no reason I can’t still see what’s around and make plans to catch one in the future. The tall grass around me was pretty quiet; there was a bit of rustling ahead of me, though. I’ll start there!
 
I started pushing the grass aside as I walked forward, slowly getting closer to the moving parts ahead of me. Just as I pushed aside that last patch of grass to see the Pokemon, I blacked out—at least, that’s what I remember.
 
I woke surrounded by what’s known as a “Pokemon horde” where I come from. It wasn’t the same family, either—it was a group of Pancham with a Gogoat leader. The Pancham were all standing around me, studying me with either amusement or genuine interest, I wasn’t sure which.
 
Out of nowhere, I felt something soft crawling up my stomach, and my top crawling up my body along with it: a Pancham was pulling my top up. The sight of my big breasts jiggling free must’ve been quite good for the little Pokemon—it couldn’t stop staring. I giggled at the line of drool running from Pancham’s mouth.
 
“You can touch me, little guy. I don’t mind.” I said softly. Hearing me must’ve spooked Pancham a bit—his eyes were full of fear when he looked at me. I gave a warm smile and shook my head. “It’s fine. Have your fun.”
 
“Pan …” Pancham nodded and reached out towards me. His small, soft paws rubbed my breasts, moving ever-so-gently around my nipples. I felt myself shiver in delight, but did my best to hold back a moan. “Pancham …?”
 
“I’m okay, Pancham. It just feels really good, that’s all.”