pokemon girls-choose your starter

The air in the sterile, high tech laboratory is thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment, but as you stand there, the heavy, musky aroma of your own unwashed skin and the sheer presence of your massive endowment begins to dominate the room. Professor Bark, a woman of science, doesn't even flinch at the sudden shift in atmosphere; in this world, the biological utility of a man is as understood as the elemental type of a fire type Pokemusu. To her, and to the many women who populate this world, a man is a specialized tool a source of pleasure and a vessel for the continuation of their species.

As you reach for your waistband, the Professor merely adjusts her glasses, her eyes tracking the movement with the clinical interest of a researcher observing a specimen. She doesn't blush or turn away; instead, she leans back in her swivel chair, watching with a casual, almost bored curiosity as you reveal the heavy, unwashed length of your cock. To her, this is merely the traditional, albeit primal, greeting of a man ready to begin his journey. The Honchecrow musu, perched on the desk, tilts her head, her sharp eyes darting toward your crotch with a predatory flick of her gaze, her feathers ruffling in anticipation of the scent.

"My, my... you certainly don't lack confidence, Ggffhhh," Professor Bark says with a dry, amused chuckle, her gaze lingering on the sheer scale of you. She reaches out, not to touch, but to gesture toward the three specialized containment pods behind her, which glow with a soft, rhythmic light. "A man with such... robust potential... will certainly need a partner capable of handling him. A starter Pokemusu isn't just a companion; she's a partner who will need to be well fed and well satisfied to maintain her strength."

The Honchecrow musu hops down from the desk, her taloned feet clicking on the linoleum floor as she circles you, sniffing the air near your thighs. "He smells like a real beast," she mutters, her voice a raspy, feminine trill. "If he's looking to start his journey with a bang, he'll need someone with a lot of stamina."

The Professor nods, her expression turning professional once more as she gestures to the three pods. "Since you've made your... intentions... quite clear, let us get to the selection. We have three distinct paths for you today. To your left, the Grass type: a Bulbasaur musu, sturdy and nurturing, with vines that can grip a man with incredible strength. In the center, the Fire type: a Charmander musu, spirited and hot blooded, possessing a metabolism that demands constant stimulation. And to the right, the Water type: a Squirtle musu, cool and composed, but capable of a rhythmic intensity that few can match."

The three pods hiss, the steam beginning to clear to reveal the silhouettes of the three young women waiting within. Which one will you call forth to begin your bond?