[#] Welcome to my new Pokémon oneshot smut project! The first chapter contains no smut as I’m setting the scene. Starting from Chapter 2, every chapter will include lemons.
[#] More details on what the upcoming chapters will be like, and where you can read all eight chapters I’ve already posted, are included after the story.
[#] You can join my discord server: discord.gg/52MmzuEQhR
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The cameras turn on, aimed dead center on the studio. The lights hum softly as they adjust, bathing the dark-haired, blue-eyed interviewer in a warm golden glow. The journalist is a woman in a sharp black suit and pencil skirt that hugs her thin waist and shows off her curves in all the right places. Her name is Linda Moore.
Even though she is a seasoned professional with years of experience, Linda has only been hosting her own show for a few weeks. She cannot help feeling a spark of excitement about today’s interview, the kind of name everyone in the world knows, the Professor Oak.
Linda leans forward in her chair, notepad balanced on her knee, and catches her producer’s signal telling her the show is live.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Coffee with Linda, hosted by your girl Linda Moore,” she says with a polished smile, the kind years of television have perfected until it looks friendly even though it is one hundred percent corporate. “Tonight I’m interviewing one of the biggest names in Pokemon research: the legendary Professor Oak.” She finishes by pointing across the set at a figure still hidden in shadow.
The idea of keeping the guest hidden from both the audience and the host until the interview begins came straight from the producers mouth. He decided on it the second he realized the guest’s name was going to cause confusion.
The spotlight above the guest flares to life, revealing the man. Linda’s eyes go wide in shock and she freezes.
‘This man could never be Professor Oak.’ She though in silence.
First of all, he is younger than the legendary professor. He looks like a middle-aged man, tall, tanned, with a sharp jawline sporting a scruffy, unkempt beard and a cheeky grin plastered across his face. He wears a white lab coat, but the damn thing is in terrible shape, completely crumpled.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Linda is snapped out of her shock by the faint smell of cheap liquor and cigars drifting from her guest.
She frowns thinking the man has some nerve showing up for a live interview without even bothering to iron his clothes. He sits there in a completely wrinkled lab coat over a slightly faded yellow shirt with a green collar that looks like a random sports team jersey he bought too many years ago.
But it is not just the lab coat that wrecks any image of a respectable researcher. The man also rocks what Linda thinks has to be the tackiest gold chain she has ever seen in her life, and to make it even worse, the ‘professor’ wears purple sunglasses indoors. A fashion choice that, in her opinion, he is absolutely not pulling off, despite his cocky, laid-back posture.
“Thanks, dollface,” the professor says, already burning through the tiny shred of good faith Linda had started to build for him. “But before we start this interview, I’d like to make one thing clear: I’m not ‘The Professor Oak.’ People get hung up on the name all the time.”
Linda blinks in surprise at the show of humility from a man who looks so sloppy. It actually makes her feel a little bad for judging him so quickly.
“Agreed. Thanks for the clarification,” Linda nods, turning toward a specific corner of the studio, whispering a threat. “Not like some certain producers who act like entitled pricks and are basically begging for a lawsuit.”
The professor lets out a loud laugh at the host’s jab at her own producer.
Trying to steer the interview back on track, Linda turns to her guest and asks, “But since you share the same last name, I assume you’re related to him, right?”
The professor grins at her and points a right-handed finger gun. “Bingo, dollface.”
The nickname makes a vein pop on Linda’s forehead. She keeps the anger and frustration locked down thanks to years of professionalism in front of the camera.
“So are you the son or nephew of the legendary Professor Samuel Oak?” Linda asks.
“Nope, and let me be crystal clear, I’m not Gary Oak's father.” He raises both hands in surrender. “Arceus knows we’ll never figure out who that is.”
Linda laughs awkwardly at the guest’s remark before firing off another question. “So you’re not related to the legendary Professor?”
“I am related to him, but only as a first cousin once removed,” he says nonchalantly, crossing his legs and revealing to the audience that he is wearing knee-high shorts and blue flip-flops. “I’m the son of Professor Samson Oak.”
“I’ve heard of him,” Linda perks up. “He’s the Pokemon Professor in the Alola region. His research on regional forms and Totem Pokemon is remarkable.”
The interviewee smiles proudly at the praise for his father as he leans forward. “And don’t forget that my old man is also an expert Mantine surfer, he used to hold the highest scores at all four of Alola’s surfing beaches.”
“That’s… also great,” Linda laughs awkwardly, trying to keep the mood light between them. “And your name is?”
“Oh yeah,” he mutters, remembering he hadn’t introduced himself. “I’m Professor Hardas Oak.”
“Ha-ha!” Linda bursts out laughing for real, slapping her knee. “Now that’s a good one.”
But the professor across from her is not laughing. In fact, for the first time since she met him, he is not even smiling.
Realizing her small blunder, Linda composes herself, clears her throat, and recovers her professional posture.
“I apologize.”
Hardas grins at her. “That’s fine, dollface.”
Once again a vein pops on Linda’s forehead, but she lets the professor have it this time, she had just laughed at his name, after all.
“Now that we have the introductions out of the way,” Linda begins, adjusting herself in her chair and picking up her notepad, “let’s get to the reason you came here. The strange global phenomenon affecting Pokemon everywhere, changing their forms to something closer to a human body.”
“Yes,” he says, nodding. His expression turns serious, and for the first time he actually looks like a scholar. “People outside academia call it anthropomorphization because it makes Pokemon forms closer to the human body.”
“Your tone suggests that’s the wrong terminology,” Linda infers.
“Wrong isn’t the right word, it’s just limited,” the professor corrects. “We already have Pokemon with anatomy close to humans, but even those are shifting to something even closer to the human form.”
“What about Pokemon bodies that are completely different from humans?” Linda asks.
“There are reports of Pokemon, like an Ekans, growing arms and legs,” the professor says while Linda’s eyes go wide. “Changes that drastic needed a more appropriate term. That’s why the scientific community uses Humanizing Mutation of Form and Anatomy.”
“That sure is a mouthful, Professor,” Linda complains, trying to write it down in her notepad.
“It sure is, dollface, but you can also call it ‘HMOFA’,” he says, grinning at the reporter.
“Okay…” Linda trails off as she quickly checks her notes for the next question. “And does the scientific community know the cause of this HMOFA phenomenon?”
“Unfortunately, there is insufficient data for a meaningful answer,” the professor states, shaking his head in bitter embarrassment. “But that doesn’t mean we know nothing about what’s happening.”
“That’s great news!” Linda exclaims, genuinely excited. “What do you know?”
“Whatever this phenomenon is, it only affects Pokemon,” the professor says, looking seriously at Linda.
“Well, that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” Linda retorts, confused by the obvious remark.
With a sly grin on his face, the professor shakes his head. “It may look obvious, but in actual scientific research we isolate and analyze the phenomenon and every variable before jumping to conclusions.”
“I mean… sure,” Linda agrees, surprised by the professor’s sudden professionalism.
“Thanks to that, we’ve already discovered that whatever is causing this only affects Pokemon and no other organism, not humans, not insects, not even unicellular life.”
“That’s remarkable,” Linda comments in awe.
“That’s right, dollface,” the professor adds, making the host frown at him again. “But the greatest mystery is that only female Pokemon seem to be changing.”
Linda tilts her head in curiosity. Before she can find the words to express her confusion, the professor keeps talking.
“I know, I know,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. “That seems kinda sus.”
“Not the exact word I would use, but yes,” Linda agrees warily. “That seems rather questionable in an insidious manner.”
“Ooooh,” the professor mouths, impressed. “Now that’s some fancy vocabulary, lady.”
“Don’t patronize me,” Linda growls through clenched teeth, barely holding back her displeasure. “Since that’s all you know about this HMOFA phenomenon, I suspect your research has hit a wall?”
“That’s…” He starts hesitantly, then sighs, tiredly admitting the truth. “Yeah, that’s a fair statement.”
“I also know that your budget requests for all research institutes have been denied,” Linda adds, completely wiping the grin off Professor Hardas’s face.
The man who had been charismatic, confident, and a total sleaze just moments ago looks like a different person now. His body sinks into the armchair as he stares down at the floor, desolated.
Even though the guy has been getting on Linda’s nerves, she swallows hard, suddenly feeling bad for the professor, she looks like she has just killed his spirit.
“Well…” She trails off, glancing at the camera. Her professional training kicks in, telling her it is time to end the interview. “That’s all for today. This was Professor Hardas Oak-.”
“No!” the professor raises his voice, cutting her off. “That was not all, Linda.”
The interviewer turns back to him. He is still looking down, but his voice is as resolute as steel.
“I refuse to give up,” he says, lifting his head and staring straight into the camera. “I’m a Pokemon Professor! I owe it to my research, to uncover the mysteries of the world, not just for myself, but for my family and my mentors, Doctor Xodium and Professor Harkness!”
Not only Linda, but her entire crew shifts into high gear. They are all experienced professionals used to dealing with high-risk, high-reward interviewees. They recognize the pattern in Professor Hardas’s speech. They know he is about to do something incredible, or something awful, and either way it will make great television.
The professor stands up, still staring at the camera. “Even if those limp-dick college geezers won’t help me with the money, even if the scientific community keeps calling me a nepo failure and a sick degenerate, I won’t stop my research!”
“Sick degenerate?” Linda repeats, confused.
The reporter’s remark goes ignored as the professor keeps monologuing.
“That’s why I emptied my bank account, sold my car, and put my house on a triple reverse mortgage to finance my research.”
“Your poor credit score,” Linda whispers in awe.
“Please,” the professor snorts in disdain. “You sound like my ex.”
Before Linda can even question what kind of woman would marry a guy like him, he keeps talking.
“Right now my field agents are scattered all around the world,” he says proudly. “I’ve already received confirmation from six field agents that they had direct contact with those HMOFA Pokemon.”
“Is it wise to have field agents? You don’t have sponsors for your research and are paying from your own pocket, why don't you do it yourself?” Linda asks.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, dollface , but I’m just one man.” Grinning wickedly at her, the professor answers, “I’m still a college professor giving classes, and there will always be college students desperate for credits.”
“Is that ethical?” Linda asks, arching an eyebrow.
“Ha!” He barks out a laugh. “I only care that it’s not illegal, dollface.”
The nickname irritates the reporter, but she steels herself and asks, “So I suppose you’ll get results soon?”
“For sure,” he says, nodding with pride. “One of them sended me material from his seventh-degree contact with an HMOFA Lopunny.”
“Seventh-degree contact?” Linda asks, curious.
The professor stares at Linda smugly, shaking his head like a disappointed father. “You’re not very cultured, are you, dollface?”
Giving the professor a cheerful smile, Linda leans in close to him, covering her own microphone as she whispers, “I also cut disrespectful bitches like you with rusty razors.”
Eyes wide, the professor goes quiet, stunned by the threat.
“Well, that’s our time, folks,” Linda says, turning back to the camera and ending the program. “I don’t know about you, but I sure can’t wait to see what mysteries Professor Hardas uncovers in the near future. Until then, have a great night.”
The lights begin to dim, but before the microphones cut out, a quick exchance slips through.
“So… are you single?” the professor asks.
“You cannot be serious,” Linda growls.
“What can I say? I like my women like my coffee,” the professor says as the signal finally cuts. “Crazy hot and bitter.”
[#*#*# End of Chapter #*#*#]
E ai gurizada…
[#] If you enjoyed this story, you can read all eight chapters I’ve already posted on my P@treon: Avipray.
[#] I hope you guys enjoyed this introductory chapter of my new project. I’m gonna break it down point by point right here to make this project crystal clear.
[1] Who’s That Pokemon on My ‘D’ is a collection of one-shot smut stories. Each chapter will feature a different anthro female Pokemon paired with an adult human male.
[2] All the males are adult men.
[3] All the Pokemon want to engage in ‘physical activity’ with adult human males, and they all pass the Harkness test=
1 – Does the character have human-level or greater intelligence?
Yes. Just like in the original games and anime, most Pokemon are already smart creatures capable of complex thoughts and feelings. After the HMOFA, even the ones that looked slow in the show now demonstrate full human-level intellect.
2 – Does the character talk or otherwise communicate?
Yes. Like in the original, most Pokemon can already understand human language. Some in the TV show could speak outright, the ones that couldn’t still communicated through body language, nodding, hand signs, and even drawing.
3 – Is the character of sexual maturity for its species?
YES! I’m not gonna get into the weeds on this one, just know that every Pokemon here is of ‘legal age’, same as the man she partners with.
[4] Every chapter will have at least one AI-generated image of the Pokemon, made by me.
[5] You can suggest Pokemon, scenarios, body types(Thicc, milf, petite, shortstack, amazon, tomboyish, etc…), and even the kind of guy you wanna see in these stories. For example, one of the first six chapters is already locked in: a tall, chubby Meganium paired with a guy who looks like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo.
[6] Unfortunately, the posting schedule for this story is going to be irregular, but it’ll also be affected by how popular it gets. So if you liked it and want to see more, drop a comment and share it around.
[7] Did the HMOFA acronym feel forced? What can I say except: “Maintaining the HMOFA agenda is our top priority.”
[8] Here’s what’s already available:
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