CH:1 Moemon: Pansyria Adventure

WARNING: Moe lemons ahead! M character on both M and F!

First-time author making no excuses: HERE WE GO!

Idiot, idiot, IDIOT! I freaked, slapping myself mentally. You're going to be fucking late! I was running as fast as I could now, sprinting for Prof. Aspen's lab. I had about five minutes to get there. I hadn't even overslept! FUCK!

I rounded the last corner and began up the hill overlooking Zeu Town, stopping at the door. I gasped for breath, then as soon as I collected myself, I walked in. Professor Aspen was waiting, and greeted me with a smile.

"Ah, Ferris!" She said, looking up. "Glad you could make it."

"Sorry if I'm late. Thanks for letting me get a moemon." I laughed shyly, scratching the back of my head.

"It's nothing." She replied, giving me a grin. "Now," she began, walking toward a display table with three moeballs set up, "What do you say we let these moemon out?"

Without waiting for a response, she tossed all three of them up into the air. "Snivy! Torchic! Totodile! C'mon out!"

In three consecutive bursts of light, the moemon emerged. The Snivy was a girl a few inches shorter than me, with green hair, red eyes and green dress with a tan color on the front. The Torchic was also about that size, with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, pale gray eyes and a yellow shirt with a red miniskirt. The Totodile was a male with red, tousled hair and a denim jacket and jeans.

"Well," the Professor began, with the moemon now in a line, "take your pick."

It was a tough call. Snivy looked smart and fast, Torchic looked curious and fierce, and Totodile look ferocious and strong.

"Can I talk to them?" I asked.

"Certainly." Said Aspen, giving me a nod.

First up was Snivy. "Hello." I said good-naturedly. She yawned. "Hi. I'm the Snivy." She said, disinterested. I gave her a "Seriously?" look, but when she looked back blankly and contrary, I dropped it.

Next was the Torchic. "Hi!" She chirped, stark contrast to the previous glaring me in the eye. "I'm the Torchic."

"Hello." I managed, relieved that apathy was not my only option. It was then that I realized I hadn't anything else to say. I tried anyways.

"What moves do you know?" I tried, hoping for enough feedback to make a choice. Totodile was cool and all, but I didn't really want a water type. The Torchic made a thoughtful face. "Scratch and Leer for sure, and I'm only about a level off of learning Ember." I smiled.

"Aspen, I think I've made my choice." I said, walking toward her. Torchic looked like she was about to burst. Totodile looked defeated. Snivy shrugged. Stuck-up bitch…

She looked up. "Well?"

I looked back confidently. "I'll take Torchic."

"Great!" She began, grabbing the moeballs. "Return!" She said, watching the blue beams of light home in on their moeballs. Picking up Torchic's, she walked over to me. Handing me the ball, she checked a box on some nearby paperwork.

"Here," she said, handing me the moeball. "There is your first moemon: Torchic! As of now, you are officially a moemon trainer. As per league regulations, I want you to take a moedex and five moeballs. They're on my desk in the red backpack, which is yours to keep as well. What do you want to name your moemon?"

I pondered the thought for a moment. I remembered the story of something called a roc, a powerful bird… thing. "Roxy." I decided.

The professor gave me a quizzical look. "Wouldn't that name be better for a rock-type?"

"My moemon." I shrugged.

She gave me a look that can only be described as "…The fuck?", but entered it into the ball's memory anyways. "Well, you have twenty-four hours, starting now, to make the pact, and then you'll be on your way."

Pact, pact, pact. What was that again? I thought, sorting through all my memories. I'd heard about it, but I'd never had it explained. "Wait. What's a pact again?" I said, blushing at my noviceness.

"Well," Aspen said, arching an eyebrow. "You- all right, bugger this. You've got a day to fuck your moemon before it leaves you."

"What!" I asked, almost jumping back.

"Yep." She said, walking over to the two remaining moeballs. "Sex. Have it. Bye." And with that, I left, eyes wider than Roxy's legs soon would be.