A/N: This has been an idea of mine for quite a while…yes, quite some time. I am going to keep my notes as brief as possible (unless the information in question is imperative). Read Happy my Sapz!

"We're All A Little Twisted"

You are most likely reading this due to some unavoidable curiosity that spurred from nothing. A pure act of circumstance that most likely saved your life. There is something you should know before you go and get all flustered, it's me you should be afraid of. I am a monster. If your about to stop reading, I strongly urge you not to do so. This isn't some mediocre lab experiment gone wrong or a curse unknowingly bestowed by some higher being. I did this to myself and now I'm forced to live with it the rest of my life. I used to be human, now all I am is a husk of my former self. I think you deserve to know the past to understand why the present isn't a gift.

-Sometime In An Unknown Police Station-

"Officer Lewis, you have been dispatched to investigate suspicious activity in a nearby cabin." After hearing the familiar voice of my superior, I stood up from my desk and approached her. "What kind of activity?" I asked while adjusting my badge. "Locals say it is best comparable to 'cultist-like behavior paired with disturbing undertones of sacrificial gatherings.' Right up your alley, Officer. I expect you can handle something like this?" I gave her a brief nod, grabbed the notepad with the address, then went to my car. I hopped inside without a word and drove off. The sky itself seemed to be ripping, strange clouds and shadows shifted far above my head. The wind was quiet, non-existent in all ways aside from the light wave of air that passed over the leaves of the trees rippling them like an ocean. It was getting dark, the bright sun had just tucked itself away under the horizon and left its place to the fast approaching moon.

"Hell of a time to pay some crazies a visit," I mumbled to myself as I continued driving through the slowly chilling night air. The sound of my scanner was the only thing I heard the entire way, a mere whisper under the roar of my thoughts. "Why should I have to do this alone? What if they aren't very compliant?" I thought as I pulled into the rocky driveway of the cabin, the pebbles crunching underneath the massive weight of my car. I turned off the engine and got out. The cabin standing before me couldn't have been much larger than a small house. I could hear the sound of hushed voices coming from inside. I walked up to the door, the old paint of the railing chipping off and flaking onto my fingers as I ascended the creaky staircase. I stretched my arm out and knocked loudly on the door. The once hushed whispers were now frantic and brimming with panic. "My name is Officer Masters, I received a report that there was suspicious activity going on in the premise. Open the door and come out unarmed," I bellowed through the aged oak-wood door.

I waited a couple minutes before realizing they weren't going to open the door willingly. I took a step back and kicked the door in. I heard one of the rusted hinges snap before the door fell halfway down to lean on its remaining hinge. Pushing the door away and stepping past the splintered wood, I saw that nobody was in sight. I walked inside and felt a nearby chair seat, not even any of the furniture held the warmth of a living soul. I began to inspect the place, old knick-knacks hung from walls and perched atop shelves and tables. A fine blanket of dust covered most of the cabin, strangely enough, it even covered the floors. I turned my head to see I had left a trail of footprints in my wake, tiny particles drifted through the air above the disturbed dust. I walked back to where I had entered and sat down in the empty chair, a look of confusion and bewilderment on my face. (I have to clear this up preemptively in case someone wants to doubt me. Nobody owns this cabin, and therefore a warrant isn't needed to enter and search it.)

There were no backdoors, exits, or even large windows in this cabin…how had they managed to disappear without a single trace? My gaze shifted from the wall to a nearby rug, the bottom right corner of it was creased. I stood up and walked over to it. Gripping the folded corner of the stained cloth, I threw it to the side to reveal a hidden trap door. The outside of it looked like it was fairly new in comparison to the rest of the cabin, perhaps only twenty years old. It had two metal handles and I could feel a slight breeze coming from inside of it. I grabbed both handles respectively and pulled the double doors open. Below was a long staircase that seemed to go to the very center of the Earth, pitch-black as deep as I could see. I unstrapped the sidearm I had at my waist and plunged headfirst into the darkness.

Thankfully, it's standard for every officer to carry a flashlight with them so the descent was rather bright. The yellowish glow of my light seemed to fall for eternity into the massive staircase I was walking down. My footsteps fell heavy and projected a guttural echo throughout the 'stairwell.' After roughly a minute of walking I reached the bottom and looked around. There was a small room with a few lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling, I approached the nearest one and pulled the cord it had hanging loosely to its side. The room lit up and I could finally look around without darkness being a constant hindrance. Shelves lined the walls, brimming with different types of books that made no sense to me. Desks and tables were littered with data and notes that I could barely read let alone pronounce. I continued to sift through the numerous papers and records before spotting a hallway. "Not much left to do but go in there I guess," I said to myself as I stared into the dismal hall, "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

The hall itself was short compared to the stairs down here, spanning roughly fifteen feet in length and six feet side-to-side. At the end was a single door, light was visibly coming out through a crack beneath it. The closer I got, the more I could hear voices from behind it. Impossible to make out at first, but they slowly got louder until I understood what it was…chanting. It was some type of foreign language, not one I had ever heard before. I grasped the doorknob, it felt like electricity was passing through it, traveling all throughout my body and shaking me to the bone. I readied my weapon and slowly pushed the door open. I instantly spotted five figures in robes, their faces obscured by a thick shade under a hood. They were evenly spaced around a large disc in the center of the room, strange symbols and runes marked it. The room itself had a strange energy about it, like it was hallow, almost as if it contained everything and nothing at all in the same exact moment.

"My name is Officer Masters, what is all this?" I shouted at the strange figures. It was as if I was invisible, they brushed me off like I was nothing and continued their mysterious chant. "What is this?" I repeated, beginning to get irritated. They once again ignored me. I quickly approached one of them and put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. He immediately smacked it away and snapped his head to the side to face me while he continued to chant. He was screaming now, the chanting slowly began to get louder until it was nearly deafening. I soon realized I had collapsed onto my knees and had my hands cupped over my ears to keep from passing out. I managed to crack my eyes to open to see two of the figures pulling me into the center of the disk. After they put me down, they backed up into their original spots and continued chanting.

I couldn't breathe, it was like the chanting was cutting my airflow off, I threw one of my hands over my throat and began gasping futilely for air. I wanted to scream, scream for help, scream for them to stop, scream just so I knew I wasn't going to die some horrible death in this dark basement. My body started to tingle, it was like the feeling you get when your foot falls asleep, cold at first, but it soon turns into hot needles. The disk I was on began glowing a sickly purple. It began to shake and I was starting to spin wildly. My vision began to blur, that's when I passed out.

It felt like an eternity, a cold numbness had overtaken me and I was blind. Darkness had clouded my vision like a mist and refused to budge. My mind was empty but my body hurt, it felt like I had just traded haymakers with a professional boxer. My eyes were still closed, I could feel a slight breeze blowing across my face. I gently opened my eyes to see I was in a forest, dense treetops obscured the sunlight and only allowed it to filter in through certain spots high above my head. The air around me seemed to be warm and safe, I was still wondering how long it had to have been out for it to be daylight now. I slowly stumbled to my feet and saw that my uniform was missing, in its place was a very simple attire. I had a white shirt on with a red jacket over it, jeans that were snuggling but still rather comfortable, and a white pair of running shoes. I looked around for somewhere or someone that could give me a clue as to where I actually was, but I was all alone in this mysterious forest.

I did the only thing I could at that second. Walked. I started off towards what appeared to be a dirt path worn into ground by constant use. I began following it and decided I should walk, why be in a rush towards the unknown? The wind blew gently as I trekked, a slight sweetness in its wake, almost comparable to cherries. Each step I took along the path carved a painful reminder into my brain, I was lost with no supplies or knowledge of where I was. After a few minutes of walking, I spotted the silhouette of a person walking towards me, they seemed to be limping. I quickly jumped on the chance for some answers and raced towards them. I got a few feet away from where they were standing and stopped to speak, "Hi, can you tell me where I am," I saw that it was apparently a she, "Ma'am." I quickly added. She was a little shorter than myself and wore next to nothing, a pair of jean shorts hugged her waist and a tight white T-shirt with red trimming did nothing to hide her pink bra. The second I stopped talking she fell onto me with a groan of pain and passed out. I hooked my arms under hers to catch her and leaned he against my shoulder. What's wrong with her? I took a moment to inspect her appearance.Her skin was pecuilar, it looked orange with a reddish hue to it. Her hair…it was…alive almost. It looked like flames, each strand burning a differing color of red to yellow to orange respectively. She was warm, warmer than anyone I had ever felt before. Her breathing was heavy, each individual heave for air brought her breasts close to my face just for them to recede with each exhale. (A/N: Oh Yeah, lemons are back and are gonna be even better.)

I slowly shook her to try and wake her up, she stirred lazily until her eyes cracked open with a bit of forced effort. "W-who are you?" She asked slowly between breathes. "My name is Officer Masters, what happened to you?" She took a deep breath and replied, "My name is Alice, my tamer and I were attacked by a group of ferals…they killed him. Y-you don't look like an officer." Tamer? Ferals? What the hell are those things? "I'm not in uniform." I replied with a short chuckle. A small tear formed in the corner of her eye, but she quickly wiped it away. "I know of a town nearby, we can go there for the night." I nodded. "Are you in any shape to be walking?" I asked with a face of concern. "It isn't that far way, I've been in worse shape." I nodded again and pulled her to her feet.

We started to walk in the direction she had came from, the sun to our backs. She seemed to be alright for the most part, the only indication of any injuries at all was the slight limp she carried with her. The walk was rather awkward so I decided to start some banter. "So, where are you from?" I asked her while we continued on. "I was raised on a ranch, but someone caught my eye and I had no choice but to leave with him. What about you?" That was a story to tell. "I was born and raised in Pennsylvania, I grew up on a farm. I got into a lot of fights and eventually got my life back on track. Nothing worth saying I guess. By the way, are you going to return to where you got attacked to see if your friend is still there?" I heard her gasp a little and stifle a sob. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." I quickly apologized. She wiped he eyes and replied, "No, it's alright. What's done is done. I'm sure there wouldn't be much left of him to see anyways." Jesus.

We walked for what seemed like forever, the trees and bushes eventually thinning out until there were only a few in sight. I saw a large sign ahead of us that read "Pallet Town: The Residence to New Beginnings." I was still clueless to where we were so I simply dismissed the odd name. We continued along the path until we entered what appeared to be a small town by any other name. It was rather simple, white houses stood proudly above our heads, none much closer to one another than twenty feet. People walked and talked like any other town. There was a single building that stood much larger than all the others, it wasn't extravagant or flashy; just a bland grey with wide windows. I hoped that was the building we were going to. Thankfully, my hopes were in good faith as we approached the large doors of a place called "Prof. Stroke's Lab and Distribution Center," or at least that's what the giant sign on the roof said. Alice pushed the doors open and motioned for me to follow her inside. The inside almost made me cover my eyes for fear of going blind, large machines covered nearly every spare inch of the large room and flashed and beeped randomly. Large lights hung from the ceiling and emitted a barrage of white light that would catch any unsuspecting visitor off guard. I saw a man hunched over a large desk covered in papers and books, his hair greyed with age and a scowl of concentration twisting his wrinkled lips into a near frown. He must've heard us because the moment I saw him he threw his gaze towards us and mouthed what I can only assume was 'of all the times.'

Alice approached him as quickly as her wounded limb could take her and she began to talk to him. "Professor, Michael was killed." The man whom I could guess was Stroke deepened his frown at her words. Neither surprise nor sadness showed upon his face, only a calm collected stare that revealed his age and wisdom. "How?" He asked blankly, as if emotion itself was void from his very soul. "We were attacked by a group of ferals, he…he pushed me out of the way just in time for one of them to clamp their jaws around his throat." Alice was now on the brink of tears. "I see," he said solemnly, "who may this young fellow be?" He asked, pointing a long slender finger towards me. "My name is Lewis Masters." I said instantly as if it had become basic instinct at this point. "How is it that I have never seen you around Pallet before?" He asked, a small squint of curiosity on his stoic face. "I got lost and Alice helped me find my way here. Tell me, are we still in Oregon?" I heard a slight gasp from the professor before his expression tested into a more devilish grin.

"Oregon was lost long ago in the beginning of The Revenge War. How is it you find yourself with knowledge of a place that no longer exists? I had to study for years just to find out the name of that place." I was taken aback by this. Lost? How could it be lost, I was just there. "I-I live in Oregon, it can't be lost." He scowled once more, "Just as I thought…a plane-walker."

"A what?" I asked in utter awe. "A plane-walker," he repeated, "people who break the very boundaries of time and space itself. To put it simply, you traveled through dimensions." Jumping Jesus on a pink fucking pogo stick! Dimensions! "No. No, no, no…you're messing with me. This is some kind of joke." For the first time the entire time I had been there, he looked sad. "I'm afraid this no simple act of humor, as far as I can tell…you are trapped in this dimension indefinitely." I was tongue-tied. My words struggled to form, but came out as nothing more than unintelligible mumbles. "B-but that's impossible!" I finally choked out while shaking my head quickly. "Not in this dimension it isn't, the late Sukube did it, I'm sure his technology is still in your world from the beginning of the Revenge War. I'm sorry."

I walked over to a nearby chair and sat down, a huge weight forming on my shoulders that pulled my very soul to the ground. I just wanted to lay down and simply dismiss this entire ordeal as a simple nightmare. But I couldn't. Alice was still silent, she was just as sad as the Professor. She walked towards me and put a caring hand on my shoulder which I quickly pushed away. She flinched slightly at this gesture before reassuring me, "Everything's going to be alright, Lewis. We all have to lose something in order to know how much we loved it." I was upset, so I snapped at her. "You couldn't possibly know what it's like to lose everything you ever knew! The very things that make me who I am, just cast aside and lost forever. How could you possibly know what that feels like!?" We both went silent after that, the air around us suddenly turning to lead and pushing against us. "If only you knew." She said blankly, pain and regret in her voice. The world itself seemed to be against me, sadness and anguish brewed inside me like lava in a volcano…ready to burst.

I finally managed to calm myself enough to speak, "What do I do now, Doc?" The Professor had been in deep thought for some time, his face was like a sphinx, hard and un-moving. "The best course of action at the moment," he said slowly, his word calm and controlled, "would be for you to become a Tamer." That word again, what could it mean? "About that, since I'm new here and all…could you teach me the basics?" His face lit up, "Of, course! Follow me," he looked at Alice, "you too."

We followed him into a slightly smaller room with three empty pedestals in the center of it. He walked over to a nearby table and retrieved a small, red phone-like device. He brought it over and handed it to me. "That is a custom Pokedex that was supposed to go to Alice's Tamer, but seeing as how he can't be here to claim it…it would probably be best if you had it." I inspected the small device in my hands, it was red with silver edges and it had a strange looking sphere printed on the case. "What does it do?" I asked stupidly. "It's designed to capture and record data on all Pokegirls you encounter and catch. Luckily for you, it's nearly complete. Well, aside from legendaries that is. The device links to all legally purchased Pokeballs you have on your person and can even scan girls inside of other Pokeballs." I sat there looking dumbfounded for a good minute, "What?" The Professor mentally scolded himself. "I still have to teach you the basics of our world." He then went on to teach me the barebones of what I would need to know if I am going to survive in this strange place.

"You are in a world largely populated by creatures called Pokegirls. Pokegirls are powerful and alluring all at the same time. In the wild Pokegirls are normally feral, which means they lack basic human intelligence and show increased aggression towards all other creatures. In order for a Pokegirl to regain human intelligence, they must me tamed. Taming is the act of engaging in sexual activity to restore a Pokegirl's intelligence." (A/N: This information is quite expansive so I have chosen to leave most of it out. If you are new to the world of Pokegirls, please review the full list of terminology included at the bottom of the story.)

So now I have to become a Tamer and conquer all of the leagues? Be some type of Master? It's a little bit too much to take in at once. "So, I need a starter now," I said while looking him in the eyes. "Yes, I do believe I have a perfect arrangement to kill two birds with one stone." A smile spread across his face to show a true feeling of self-accomplishment. "You will take on the identity of Alice's previous Tamer, Michael. Then you will take Alice with you and begin your adventure. What you do after that is up to you." Seems simple enough, aside from the fact I have nearly no idea what to do. "You can stay in my taming room for the night. This may seem macabre, but you are lucky Michael's parents are gone or you may have some real problems passing as him."

With that, the Professor sent me upstairs to mull over the thoughts in my head. It was a small simple bedroom obviously meant to accommodate two people. There were two beds next to each other, it looked as if you could push them together for obvious reasons. Alice had come upstairs shortly after I had, a blank look of overwhelming emptiness on her face. I was already laying in one of the beds and was absent-mindedly scanning through my Dex. She walked up to me slowly and laid down in my bed with me. "Um, what are you doing?" I asked nervously. "You are my master, I'm only doing what comes naturally to me," She answered with a smile, her arms snaking around my torso and her face inching towards my own. I pushed her away lightly. "Cant you be natural in the other bed?" I asked with an uneasy glare. "Yeah," she said slowly, a hint of playfulness in her voice, "but that wouldn't be as fun." I threw her a piercing glance, "Why are you suddenly fine after your Tamer just…passed?" I tried to sugar-coat the last word, but only made it awkward.

"I don't really know," she said with an odd face, "I just kind of get over stuff really quickly. I guess it's a trait of fire-types…" I rubbed the bridge of my nose with my index finger and thumb in an attempt to relieve some of my pent up stress. Not everyone can be blessed like that. "I suppose if we're going to be with one another we should at least get to know each other a bit better. Wouldn't you agree?" She gave a curt nod in response. "Alright. Let's start with something simple, where were you born?" I saw fear flash in her eyes. "Can you ask something else?" I gave her a brief look of uncertainty before shrugging my shoulders. "Secrets serve nobody any good. The quicker we lose the pains of the past, the sooner wounds can heal. Scars only hurt because you trap the memory of how they happened deep inside you and it turns to poison. You understand?" She gave another small nod.

She took a deep breath and began to tell me about her life. "I-" she hesitated, "I am a threshold. I was born normally like any other girl, my mother was a Pokegirl and I got the 'bad luck' genes. I went through threshold and my father had no choice but to send me to the Professor to be some newbie's girl. I lied when I told you I was raised on a ranch, I'm sorry Master." Interesting. "First of all, drop the 'Master' thing. My name is Lewis." She looked confused at this. "Why? Don't you like it when I call you Master, Master?" Crap. "W-well, it's j-just not something I'm all that into. That's all." She must've known I was lying, the redness on my cheeks betraying me. "Sure thing…Master!" She giggled at this and I only shrunk lower into the abyss of my embarrassment. "Whatever," I said quickly, "I just don't want you to think you need to refer to me in that way." She giggled some more. "I know I don't 'need' to do it, Master. I want to. It's how all Pokegirls refer to their Tamers." She inched towards me in a playful manner, each scoot wiggling her curvaceous hips closer to my groin.

"I know that now. But I just don't think a person should have to feel that way just because it's the social norm." She looked sad after I said that, her eyes falling to the ground. "What's wrong?" I asked her in concern. "It's nothing," she replied dejectedly, "you're the first guy in a while to think of Pokegirls as people. Most would call us sub-human." I shot up and gave off what was best comparable to a growl of hatred. "Nonsense," I quickly stated, my hand moving to dismiss it, "I've known you for a day and I can already tell you're better than most-if not almost all-of the people I've had the great displeasure of rubbing elbows with. If anything, you're above humans, not below." It was her turn to be embarrassed. She turned her head away from my own in an attempt to hide her growing blush. "Really?" She asked in a way that seemed to convey a steadily increasing amount of lust. "Really," I reassured. I smiled warmly at her, I could feel her breathing start to deepen. She was getting horny and we both knew it.

"I wish I could say I've met good people in my lifetime, but it's hard to tell a Joker from a Jack when the cards are painted white. The only thing that matters then, is how the cards are dealt." She cocked he head to the side in confusion. "I mean that no matter how people look on the outside, anyone can harbor evil in their heart. I learned that from my years on the force…all two of them." She looked as though she had remembered something that had been in the back of her mind since we met. "How old are you anyways?" She asked with a smirk. "Twenty. I joined the force the second I turned eighteen. You?" She looked back down at the floor. "I'm nineteen tomorrow."

"Wow!" I said with honest excitement. "You simply must have some type of celebration! What do you want?" She looked at me in awe. "You want to give me a birthday present?" She asked, obvious surprise in her tone. "Not just a present, it can be anything you want," I replied matter-o-factly. "Anything?" She asked, a wolfish grin spreading across her face. Shit, I said too much. "Um, we'll talk about it tomorrow, good night," I said in an attempt to shut things down before they got heated (Excuse the pun…she is a Charmanda after all. Heh.)

I decided to find some middle ground and allowed her to sleep next to me, but we weren't taming tonight. Even so, that wouldn't stop he from trying. "Please," She said with lust in her voice, "just a quickie?" I shook my head. "Nope, maybe tomorrow. I'm tired." I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, her warmth was comforting and safe. Tomorrow I would begin my adventure. Before I finally drifted off into a restless sleep, I heard one last thing…

"Welcome to Kanto, Master."

A/N: Alright, I hope you liked the first chapter! To sum things up, Michael is Red in this story, or was I should say. Lewis Masters is now assuming the identity of Michael "Red." Lewis will begin his adventure in the next chapter! Yay to a B-day BJ, or is that in poor taste. Forgive my puns. I do apologize for the short chapter, but I won't invest my time into a story I don't know for sure people are going to like. Also, please tell me if you like the little analogies I throw in every once in a while (Like that Joker and Jack one.) It would really make me feel better about keeping them in the story, and if not, I'll just take them out. Below is a list of common terminology for Pokegirls.

Tamer: Somebody who travels a region, maintains a harem, and engages in battles with other Tamers.

Pokegirls: Creatures that populate the world and contain powers based on their given attributes.

Bloodgifts: Special powers and skills given to those who have a large amount of Pokegirl DNA in their genes.

Blood Curses: Similar to bloodgifts, except they always have negative affects.

Pokecenter: A place where medical treatment is issued to Pokegirls.

Threshold: When a human female undergoes a process in which she is irreversibly transformed into a Pokegirl. This happens because of Pokegirl genes manifesting themselves in unexpected ways.

Pretty much everything is identical to Pokémon. Tell me what you think! Read, Review, and stay Happy! *~*