Pokémon, futa world

*Hi! Author here, thank you for picking my story. This is my first time writing, but I will do my best to keep this story updated*

I drift slowly from sleep into awareness. For some reason, I feel like today is important, like something is happening that I cannot miss. “Whatever, I’ll figure it out later.” I mumble, as i drift back to sleep.

About an hour later, I wake up fully, and realize that it’s my 18th birthday today. That means that I can finally start my journey as a Pokémon trainer! I jump out of my bed and rush to get ready to go to professor wood’s lab.

My mom is waiting for me downstairs. She is wearing a wool cardigan with some of the buttons undone, causing her rather large breasts to threaten to spill out of their confines. “Happy 18th birthday John!” She exclaims. “I really thought you would be up earlier, seeing how you’re able to get your Pokémon today.”

“Yeah.” I respond sheepishly. “I slept in a bit, but I’m up now”

“Well, you’d best get going! The others are already there to get Pokémon.”

“Thanks mom! I’m off!” I rush out the door, heading to the lab. The day is beautiful, birds singing and flowers blooming. I pass by the entrance to the woods. My mom once said “never go into the woods without a Pokémon, there are countless dangers out there.” Well today was finally the day to go outside of the village I’ve always lived in.

I realize that I stopped moving and was just staring at the woods. I shake my head, attempting to clear my thoughts and continue going to the lab. A bush rustles, and eyes peek out from the bush. I whip around, looking back at the bush, but the eyes are gone. I dismiss it, thinking it was just my imagination.

I arrive at the lab. Professor Wood’s granddaughter, Vanessa is waiting there for me. “Finally! What took you so long loser? Wait… I don’t care, hurry up so we can get our Pokémon.” I stop for a moment, dumbfounded about the amount of words that just came out of her mouth. Walking after her, I sneak looks at her voluptuous ass, her long black hair nearly touching it.

We walk down a long corridor. It’s painted the kind of white that screams sterile environment. At the end of the hall is a set of double doors that Vanessa promptly throws open, proclaiming “Gramps! He is here! Now give us the Pokémon!”

Professor Wood looks exasperated with Vanessa’s antics, saying “Vanessa, Pokémon are not things for you to play with. How many times do I have to tell you this? John you pick first, what Pokémon do you want? I have three for you to choose from. Would you like Lucario, Vaporeon, or Ninetails?”