Researcher Green In: Different Traditions

Your name is Green and you hail from the Town of Pallet in Kanto.

No, not that Green!

There we go.

Anyway, you have been on a journey not to be a Pokemon Trainer but instead in the hopes of becoming a Pokemon Professor. It started off rather eventfully as not even before you reached the first town over you ran into one of your few childhood friends (and the most beautifully sexy woman you knew) Amber. You and her had quickly run into a spot of trouble right away but her advice and guidance had helped you win a Pokemon battle that saved her from being ravished by an opportunistic punk.

The two of you had traveled together for a while, and occasionally had sex in different situations, until her travels to be a Pokemon Master and your Professor Oak mandated data collection needs required you to part ways. You exchanged phone numbers though, just in case she has news about her victory at the Pokemon League... or she has given up and is ready to accept your awkwardly made love confession/offer to be her baby daddy.

Some days you are not sure which news would make you happier.

Your data collection had been going well though, the video camera Professor Oak had loaned you having filmed many amazing sights.

A seemingly endless wave of Magikarp flailing upstream to return to their place of birth, knowing that only a handful would reach their destination and evolve into Gyarados.

The Cerulean Gym Leader Misty tied up in bondage as her sisters "help" raise and lower her hips so she bounces on your (condom covered) cock.

A Marowak in Lavender Town that had once lost its mother at a young age now acting like a parental figure to the various Gastly and Haunter that lived in the town's famous tower.

A naked Sabrina on her knees with her mouth open, swirling your cum inside it with her tongue before she swallows.

An unexpectedly gruesome battle as a united flock of Pidgy, Spearow, and the evolved states of both tried to drive off an invasive horde of Pidove, Rufflet, and their evolved states.

Erika on all fours, looking over her shoulder at the camera and calmly smiling as cum leaks out of her butt hole.

The mixture of nature footage meant to please those interested in Pokemon science and sex footage meant to please the horny old men of the Pokemon Professor's Association is an odd combination when taken on its own but it makes sense in the context of the world in which you live. And while you only really did the sex things because it was required (along with the proper documentation), you would be lying if you said managing to get such powerful women to sexually submit to you did not feel good.

You had intended to head back home after that, since you now had more than enough footage to start working on the different scientific papers that would be the next part of your trials, but that changed when you got an extremely excited phone call from Professor Oak.

Alola was potentially taking its first steps towards joining the global Pokemon League.

This was a MAJOR event, as the nation of tropical islands had, up until this point, been incredibly insular with its practices. It was known that they did have forfeits like any other nation but the exact nature of them was strangely kept hidden from the public eye and there were very strict rules against speaking about them to outsiders.

Now they were not TOTALLY opening their doors yet, as they did not want a rush of tourists only looking to score with Alolan women, but they had sent out requests to different Pokemon organizations across the world to send a representative as part of a trial run to see if their ways and the ways of the rest of the world could come together.

"You have NO idea how much I want to go myself," Oak had explained, "but it seems one of their conditions is that they want participants within a certain age range that I sadly no longer qualify for."

"Why... me?" you had asked, nervous panic creeping into your voice, "Why not Blue? O-Or Amber? Or some better Trainer? Or maybe even ask the League to send a Gym Leader?!"

"My boy," he had said, "having talked to some of the other Professors, that kind of thing is EXACTLY what THEY are going to do. THEY just want to send trainers there to do battle and show up the natives. *I* want to LEARN from them. Understand their customs and why they are the way they are. And for that, you need to send someone more scientifically minded. Someone who has shown they are very skillful and meticulous in gathering data and does not let whatever positive or negative feelings they might have about a situation get in the way of reporting on it accurately. THAT is what I need in Alola. THAT is why I need YOU in Alola."

You could almost hear the smirk on his face as he added, "And I can practically guarantee that you wouldn't even NEED me to put in a recommendation for your Professorship if you do a good job here. Given the EXCELLENT data you've provided so far, its rare Misty and her sisters are all available at the same time like that, I know you can handle this."

"I... I'll try not to disappoint you, Professor," is all you can numbly say.

"I'm sure you won't. I'll let them know you'll be coming and they'll send you the details. There's a few wavers you'll need to sign and the standard international travel nonsense to deal with, but it won't be long before you're on your way!"

So here you are, the boat to Alola finally arriving at the dock early in the morning. It was a surprisingly comfortable trip, relatively speaking, though you are glad to be back on solid ground again. You are less glad that, despite the fact the sun has only just risen, it is already quite hot and it will only get hotter as the day goes on. You knew it would be warmer in the tropics but knowing and experiencing it are two very different things.

Even if it were not hot though, you would still be sweating given what you had read in the wavers you had looked over and signed while traveling. Could what they have been saying be real? Was it actually possible? How could that even work?!

Your mind is so distracted by thinking over the implications that you almost walk completely past the dark skinned young man who looks about the same age you are holding a sign with your name on it. "Alola!" he says cheerfully, holding out a free hand, "Name's Hau. As in 'HAU you doing'?"

"I'm... alright," you reply softly, not sure if groaning at the pun would seem rude as you shake his hand.

He does not seem to mind your non-reaction and his handshake is short but pleasant. "Got your stuff?" he asks and when you indicate your backpack and camera case he says, "Then lets go! Not much time for the hotel, I'm afraid."

"Yeah, they told me," you reply, "I'm going first, right? Professor Oak said he pushed pretty hard for that."

You pause for a second before adding, "And he also said your people wanted us to be greeted by our opponent? So... I guess that's you?"

Hau laughs. "That it is! Dad figured it'd help make the matches more friendly if we got to know each other first."

"Friendly..." you mutter, your thoughts drifting back to what you had seen on the waver.

Noticing your worried look, Hau's smile softens to a more gentle one. He seems to realize what is on your mind as he says, "Hey, looks like you might have actually read that monster dad wanted people to sign. If you're nervous about how this might go down, I'm willing to give you a handicap!"

At your questioning gaze, he asks a simple question.

"Z-Moves allowed or no Z-Moves allowed?"