Avery (Pokémon Sword and Shield)

You step through to the other side of the portal. You’re standing in a clearing in a forest. The moon hangs high, shining with white light. You ask the two Shamrocks where they took you, but your question is answered by the rustling of leaves coming from the edge of the clearing, along with a familiar voice.

“What in the name of Arceus could this be?”

Ain’t no goddamn way. You’ve met two femboys (technically two clones of one) today that you thought were fictional, but now a third? Avery steps through to the clearing, looking as pretty as he did in the pictures of him you’d seen. That beautiful hair, silky skin, and those enchanting eyes. You needed to have him just like you had the Shamrocks.

“Who are you, good sir? And who are these two accompanying you?

“Uuuuuhhh…” You answer, not really sure how to answer. The red-haired Shamrock Speaks up for you.

“You don’t know who we are, but you will soon enough.” The red-haired is quite enthused when saying that, lifting up his arm and aiming his palm at Avery like Iron Man. Avery seems confused as pink light starts pulsing from the Shamrock’s hand.

“Hey.. what are you… doing…?” Avery’s speech seems to slow, as his eyes glaze over. The dark-haired Shamrock struts over to Avery, getting behind him and reaching his arms around to start touching Avery. One of Shamrock’s hands tweaks one of Avery’s nipples, while the other slides down to the tent Avery is starting to pitch in his pants.

Shhhhhh… Don’t fight it… Master loves you, and you’ll learn to love him just as we do.”

The pink-haired one turns off the light in his hand, lowering his arm. He looks over to you and wraps his arms around the back of your neck. He looks up at you. His eyes may be covered by his bangs of hair, but that just makes him unreasonably cuter.

“I know we’ve been programmed to have feelings for you, but… God, I love you.”

You return the embrace and kiss him. Your kissing starts slow and passionate, but you both become greedier, feeling each other up. The red-haired Shamrock makes a pouty face when you break away from kissing him. You hate to stop kissing him, too, but you have to bring home (and unwrap) your present. You snap your fingers, and Avery makes his way to you, the dark-haired Shamrock.

“Yes, Master…” Avery half-whispers. God, that empty expression of his getting you hot and bothered. Those glassy eyes, that robotic face & tone of voice.

“Shamrock,” You beckon the dark-haired Shamrock, then pulling him into a hug with your free arm. “I need to give you two names to distinguish each other so it doesn't get confusing when I say ‘Shamrock.’”

In response, the red- haired one pointed to his shoulder. A tattoo started forming by itself. The tattoo finished creating itself, and simply read, “01.” You look over to the dark-haired one, who now has a tattoo on the same shoulder, “02.”

“Does this help, Master?” The dark-haired 02 asks. In response, you nod your head in affirmation. You re-focus on Avery, examining his divine body. You take your prize back through the portal with you. The portal closes behind you as one of your favorite femboys stands before you, in the flesh.