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"Late, late, late!" Michael thought frantically. What was he late for you might ask? Today was the day he was supposed to get his starter pokemon from Professor Juniper. However, Arceus appeared to be against him today, as his alarm had not gone off like it was supposed to. His heart pounding, he ran towards Juniper's lab, praying that there would at least be one starter left.

"Professor!" Michael shouted, bursting through the front door, causing the older woman to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Goodness Michael! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!?"

"Please *huff* tell me *huff* that you still have *huff* any starters left!" Michael panted, about to collapse from all the running. Juniper gave him a look.

"Now Michael, you know you should have been here an hour ago like everyone else."

"I'm so sorry!" Michael gasped. "My alarm didn't go off." The Professor sighed.

"Well, I guess something like that can happen to anyone. Lucky for you, I still have one starter left." She beckoned him to follow.

"Thank you!" Michael panted, following the Professor. She led him to a table where a single Pokeball lay. She picked it up and looked at Michael.

"I have to warn you though, she can be a bit... Clingy."

"She?"

"Ah yes, this pokemon is a female. Consider yourself lucky, female started are not as common as male starters. She handed Michael the ball, and the boy eagerly opened it to reveal a small, green pokemon. The pokemon looked around for a second, then looked up at Michael.

"Snivy?" The pokemon chirped. Michael bent down closer to the pokemon.

"Hi Snivy, I'm Michael, your new trainer." Snivy considered him for a second, then lept onto his shoulder and pulling herself onto his head, situating herself there. Michael stood back up. "Well, she seems friendly."

"Just wait until you get on route 1." Professor Juniper sighed.

"She can't be that bad Professor."

"Had you been here earlier you probably would have seen what she tried doing to the boy who picked Oshawott." Snivy snickered from her position

XXX The next morning.XXX

A backpack full of supplies slung on his shoulder, and his new partner situated snuggly on his head, Michael finally took his first step onto route 1. The Snivy seemed content to lay there instead of being in her Pokeball, which Michael was fine with as long as she didn't start yanking his hair or anything. Snivy was actually very affectionate towards him, which seemed to support Juniper's claim of her being "clingy".

"What do you think girl?" He asked the grass type snake. "We challenge the gyms, get really strong, and then go on to challenge the champion?"

"Sni~" Snivy purred in agreement. Well, it felt like a purr at least. Michael wasn't sure Snivy could actually purr.

*crack*

Michael froze. He didn't step on a branch or anything. Suddenly, out of the bushes came another boy, this one with an Oshawott. The boy looked up, and there was a twinkle in his eye, which caught Michael's.

"When two trainer's eyes meet, a battle begins!" The boy jeered. Michael shrugged.

"Alright then, let's do it."

"Alright!" The boy, along with his Oshawott cheered. "This'll be our first..." The boy trailed off as he caught sight of the Snivy on Michael's head, the Oshawott doing the same. After a moment, the boy's eyes shrunk in fear. "W-where did you get that Snivy?"

"From Professor Juniper yesterday?" Michael explained, confused by the boy's behavior. "She was the only starter left. Why?"

"L-look man, forget about the battle, okay? We'll just be on our way." The boy stuttered. The Oshawott looked worried for its trainer.

"Wait, what does Snivy have to so with anything?" Michael asked, extremely confused.

"L-look, just forget this happened, alright. Here, j-just take my money!" He said, throwing a few PokeDollars on the ground and running in the opposite direction. After a moment, the Oshawott realized its trainer had left it behind.

"OSHA!!" Oshawott yelled, running after its trainer, leaving Michael and Snivy alone.

"...The fuck just happened?"

"Snivy~"

XXX That night. XXX

Michael stretched, his back aching from the task of trying to put a damn tent together. Today had been rough. After the strange encounter with that boy, Michael had encountered a Purrloin and tried to catch it, not knowing at that moment that this specific Purrloin just so happened to know thunder wave. Not only did he fail to catch the damn Purrloin, he also had a paralyzed Snivy on his hands. Luckily, Michael had a spare cheri berry on him. However, to add insult to injury, while he was treating Snivy, the very same Purrloin snuck back and stole some of his food. Damn dark types. Michael sighed and looked at the grass type, who was sitting nearby, giving him a strange look.

"You could have helped you know."

"Sni~" She purred. Michael sighed again.

"Let's just get some sleep." Michael said, shuffling into the tent, Snivy following with a glint in her eye.

XXX A few hours later. XXX

Michael awoke slowly, the world coming back to him. Strange, it was still dark outside, and he hadn't heard any noises. What had woken him up? The answer then came to him in the form of a strange scent. Kind of minty, and very pleasant. Michael groggily reached toward the electric lantern next to him, and flicked it on. There, on his chest, was Snivy, fully awake and giving him a look that was full of what Michael could only describe as lust.

...Wait...Lust?

"Snivy?" Michael asked, his body not fully awake yet.

"Sni~" The pokemon purred, crawling closer to his face, looking him in the eye. "Snivy~" It was then Snivy did something Michael wouldn't have expected in a million years. She planted her small mouth against Michael's lips. The shock of this action woke him up completely, his eyes wide. His pokemon... His pokemon was kissing him! Right on the lips! Was this what Professor Juniper meant by "clingy"!? Was that boy the same one they had encountered earlier the very same boy that Juniper had mentioned!? What did Snivy try to do to that boy!?

Said snake was starting to get worried by Michael's lack of response. She slowly pulled her mouth away from his, and looked at him again. He was in a complete state of shock, staring with wide eyes.

"Snivy?" The pokemon asked her trainer. He did not respond. "Sni, Snivy, Sni!" Again, he did not respond. Snivy was starting to feel that this was not a very good idea. With a look of defeat, she started to make her way out of the tent.

Michael had never really been good with the girls back home. The only date he ever had didn't really go that well. For a pokemon... HIS pokemon, to like him that way... Was this meant to be? He'd heard of pokephilia, and it was not exactly legal. But... Nobody had to know... Right? Wait, where was Snivy going!? Making up his mind, Michael reached over and grabbed the grass type just as she started to figure out how the zipper on the tent flap worked. He pulled her over to him, eliciting a surprised squeak, and planted his mouth against hers. The pokemon was surprised at the sudden action, but quickly got over it in favor of kissing her new trainer. She reached her small hands up and rested them on the sides of his face. Michael pressed his tongue against the snake's smaller mouth, and Snivy responded in kind, opening her mouth to let his larger tongue in, as well as slipping her own smaller, thinner, forked tongue into his own mouth. The two tongues wrestled, Michael's tongue easily dominating the Snivy's as the two engaged in a passionet make out session. As Michael engaged in the illustrious, and illegal, act, the pleasant smell that had woken him up grew stronger, and just the simple act of inhaling it caused the boy's pants to tighten. Eventually, the two were forced to part for air, a single string of saliva connecting their panting mouths.

"Snivy~" The Pokemon's voice was full of lust. The small creature stood on her tiny legs, turning around and bending over. Michael was presented with something he had never seen before in his young life. There, between Snivy's legs, was a small slit, dripping wet with her liquids. Above it was a smaller hole. Michael had never known that pokemon had genitalia, then again, they had to go to the bathroom somehow. Michael concluded that a Pokemon's genitals only showed when the pokemon was either going to the bathroom or, in Snivy's case, when they were aroused.

And she was pretty damn aroused.

"Snivy~" She purred lustfully. Michael gulped, the only kind of sexual encounter he ever had was when he had discovered masturbation. Luckily, Snivy seemed to pick up on this. She extended a vine from the back of her neck, coiled it around his wrist, and then pulled his hand over to the soaked hole. "Sni~" She then curled the vine around his index finger, and pulled said finger closer to her hole. "Snivy, Sni~" She used her vine to press his finger against the small hole. After a moment, Michael realized she wanted the finger inside of the hole. He pushed, causing the tip to slip in. Snivy fidgeted, retreacting her vine with a smile and a nod. Michael pushed harder, the small hole trying to resist his invading finger. Slowly, but surely, his finger started to slip in, her juices providing ample lubrication. Snivy made a noise that sounded a lot like a moan. Michael was pretty sure it was. He pushed his finger deeper, feeling her slightly cool walls surrounding his digit. Soon enough, he had hilted his finger inside of her, her juices flowing out freely, and the pleasant smell growing even stronger. Michael realized the smell was coming from Snivy's hole.

"Sniiiiivy~" The small pokemon moaned. She looked him in the eyes, and started rocking her body back and forth. Michael picked up on this and started pumping his finger in and out of her tiny hole. Snivy moaned loudly, her small hands gripping his waistband. She began to rock back and forth in time with his thrusts, her juices dripping onto his shirt, creating a large stain. He could feel her hole starting to tighten around his finger, and he was sure the smaller pokemon was about to reach her peak. Suddenly, Snivy pulled herself off his finger, panting. Michael was confused by this action. After a moment, Snivy moved her pussy closer to Michael's face, and planted her dripping hole against his mouth. Understanding a little bit, Michael bagan to lick her small hole, causing the snake's back to arch as she let out a lustful squeal, grinding her pussy against his tongue. Her juices had a minty taste to it. That, combined with the minty smell she was giving off, caused his cock to harden painfully.

"Snivy~" The small pokemon moaned lustfully, feeling her orgasm coming on fast. "Sni, SNIIIIIVY!" The small pokemon screamed as her orgasm overcame her. Her minty juices flooded Michael's mouth, and the trainer swallowed, savoring the taste. With how loud Snivy was being, he was glad there was no one else camping nearby.

At least, he hoped there wasn't.

Snivy's orgasm came to an end, and the snake fell limp on his chest.

"Sni~" The snake purred. When she had regained some strength she dragged herself over to the bulge in Michael's pants. She started to fumble with the zipper. She seemed to have a lot of trouble with those. Michael reached over to help, only for her to smack his hand away with a vine. Eventually, she managed to pull the zipper down. Reaching her tiny hands into Michael's fly, she fumbled around for a moment, eventually managing to pull his rock hard cock through, putting it on full display. "Snivy~" The grass type purred, before dragging her thin tongue across the organ. Michael shuddered as Snivy intensifies her licking. Finally, she slipped the head into her small mouth, and Michael's head fell back in pleasure as Snivy started sucking. Michael moaned and the small snake sucked hard. This was way better then masturbation. Eventually, Michael began to feel a rising pleasure. He shut his eyes tight, waiting for release...

...Why did she stop?

Michael opened his eyes, wanting see what was wrong.

"What he saw was Snivy looking him dead in the eye, her soaking pussy positioned directly of his dick. Michael's eyes widened. From what he saw, his dick was a lot bigger then Snivy's hole.

"S-Snivy, I don't think it's gonna fit!" Sure, Michael wanted this more than anything, to shove his cock into her tight little hole, but he didn't want to hurt her! Snivy gave a him a sharp glare that pretty much said 'I'll make it fit!'. With that glare, she started pressing herself down on his cock forcefully. To Michael's surprise, her tiny hole, though resisting, began to reluctantly part. The head of his cock began to slip into the hole, and Snivy began to pant as the hard cock began to penetrate her. When she reached the base of his head however, she put to much force in her pushing. Before he knew it, Michael was completely hilted inside the small pokemon.

So much for going slow.

"SNIVYYY!" The grass snake screamed as her entire body was wracked with indescribable pain. Tears flooded from her eyes as she buried her head in his shirt. Michael panicked, and reached over to pull her off of him. Snivy however, slapped his hands away with her vines. God, this pokemon was stubbern. Minutes passed, and Snivy's pained sobs began to subside. Soon, she gently started lifiting her pelvis up, before softly polling it back down. The small pokemon softly moaned, her pain being replaced with pleasure. Michael moaned as well, as Snivy's movements began to intensify. Eventually, she was riding him hard, moaning her name out loud. Michael reached over, grabbed her small body, and started to pump her up and down on his cock, both trainer and pokemon moaning loudly. Michael felt Snivy's walls starting to contract, signaling her oncoming orgasm. Michael was close as well and the contractions were doing nothing to stop that. Michael removed his hands, allowing Snivy to do her own thing. He took the Pokemon's small hands in his own. The smaller pokemon rode his cock harder and harder, the pair's moans intensifying, their release so close.

"VYYY!!!" Snivy screamed, planting herself down completely, letting her orgasm wash over her. Her pussy cunvusling, spraying her juices and soaking Michael's pants. This threw him over the edge. He exploded, coating Snivy's insides in thick, white, hot goo. Snivy pumped herself on his cock a few more times, finally collapsing in exhaustion, her trainer letting his head fall to the pillow as he was hit high the same feeling of exhaustion. Snivy used her vine to switch the lantern off, plunging them into darkness once more. Neither having the energy to fix themselves. Michael felt a smile come to his face.

"You know something Snivy?"

"Sni?" The tired pokemon's voice came to him.

"I'm glad you were the only starter left."

"Snivy~" The pokemon purred, curling up to him and letting sleep wash over her, Michael doing the same, already anticipating what tomorrow would turn out like.