Greetings, one and all—I am King-of-Seven-Hearts, but you may refer to me as Hart. The inspiration to this story comes from a fan-made game known as Pokémorphs. As you might be able to infer from the title, this will have explicit sexual content, even more than the game itself. For those interested, there'll be a link to the forum where you can download the most recent version of the game in the endnote.
Now, it should be noted that I, of course, own nothing. The concept of Pokémon belongs to Nintendo while the game Pokémorphs and its story belong to the team known as Dark Impulses. This is basically me filling out what I believe to be a lack of extended sex scenes. I will do my best to avoid slipping into PWP, especially since I'm following the story of an existing game, but at the same time ask that readers kindly give leniency considering that this is my first story.
Also, to those that didn't read the summary, or don't know what "DLDR" means:
This is going to have sex scenes, it will feature human on Pokémorph (semi-humanized Pokémon of the largely female variety in this case), and there is a strong chance that it will discomfort a good portion of non-perverse individuals, unlike myself for writing this. Don't Like; Don't Read.
On that note, if you're below eighteen years old, you shouldn't be reading this in the first place, but it's not like I can exactly stop you. Don't blame me if it winds up influencing you or getting you in trouble, though, since you were warned.
A few things I changed:
1. A few lines here and there to give it my own spin and, in my opinion, make the conversation flow more naturally. Also omitting any lines that break the fourth wall.
2. Lifted the age of the protagonist since a ten-year-old in the situations he gets into in the game is kinda creepy.
3. Similar to the first, a few events will be tweaked to make it appear more like an adaptation of sorts—like a hentai anime instead of an eroge.
Constructive criticism is welcome, positive reviews are appreciated, negative reviews will be considered, and flames will be ignored.
Without further ado, let us begin.
Chapter 1: The New Kid
In the sleepy village of Pallet Town, a rare day of excitement had come. Today, new Pokémon Trainers would begin their journeys out into the world with their starters. Families woke up early along with their children to see them off. Even the grandson of Professor Oak was leaving, a large crowd gathering to see off the popular neo-Trainer.
However, one teen in the town didn't really care one way or the other for the excitement. In a recently sold house that contained the relatively new addition to Pallet Town's small community, the Woods family. In the second floor bedroom, an auburn haired teen lay in his bed with a freshly unfolded paper held in his hands.
The boy was sixteen years of age, wearing a blue vest over a white T-shirt with red trim on the sleeves. Gray, mid-calf length jeans covered his legs with white socks possessing a black trim over his feet, and a blue headband with a Poké Ball emblem over his forehead kept his somewhat long hair out of his green eyes, the fringe pulled back to be slightly higher by the accessory.
Reading the paper again, he sighed, having woken up just recently since he wasn't all that eager to go out. His father had dragged him everywhere among the various regions, inhabited and uninhabited, the two of them never staying in one place for long. While it had made for some interesting experiences, it also meant that he never got to make any friends. He had stopped trying after the first few times he'd been forced to leave them behind.
The letter in his hand was surprising since he hadn't considered the prospect anyway, but it was also about a week old and he'd long since memorized its contents.
"Dear Bay,
"While I'm sure that you were looking forward to receiving a Pokémon to start a journey of your own, I'm afraid that with how recent and unforeseen your arrival was that I simply do not have a Pokémon ready for you at this time. Don't fret, though! There's always next year, and I'm sure that you'll be an excellent Trainer!
"Warm regards,
"Professor Samuel Oak"
Even if he had a Pokémon, I probably wouldn't be able to go on a journey anyway, Bay thought. We've been here about two weeks, so dad's probably looking to go somewhere else already.
As if summoned by his thoughts, his father's voice rang up from downstairs, "Bay! Get up and come downstairs, you lazybones."
Sighing slightly and thinking that it was time to talk about moving plans, the teen got out of bed while leaving Oak's letter on his desk. Heading downstairs, he was surprised at the smell of waffles, considering how legendarily bad of a cook his dad was.
When he saw the brunet man in archaeologist clothes at the toaster with a plate of instant waffles that he was dousing with syrup, it made sense. He paused to let out a single chuckle, At least he didn't set the place on fire trying to use the stove again.
"Ah, there you are!" his father smiled while gesturing to one of the two chairs at the dining table with his head. "Have a seat for some breakfast."
Bay did so, and the archaeologist set down the plate saying, "Now, Bay, I know that it's hard being the new-"
"Dad, I know the lecture already," the teen reminded while beginning to cut into the heated pastries.
His father sighed as he left back to the kitchenette, "Just go make some friends, okay?"
"Why bother?" Bay asked in honest curiosity. While the elder Woods set about making a sandwich for his own breakfast, his son asked, "Dad, have you ever considered settling down?"
The man let out a slightly bittersweet chuckle, "You know, your mother asked me that once, the day before she left."
"Ah, I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean to-"
Coming back while wrapping his meal in watertight cling wrap, Bay's father smiled reassuringly, "It's not your fault, son. In any case, this time we are staying. So I want you to go out there and make some friends today."
The teen shook his head, "Well, everybody my age has been gone on Pokémon journeys for years, which I can't do bec-"
"Then go talk to Delia," the archaeologist interrupted. "Thank her for the cake she brought us last night."
Bay turned away, suddenly unwilling to look his father in the eye, "And invite her back again? You two were shaking the whole house until eleven, you know."
"Don't start that with me, son," the man dismissed while returning to the kitchenette to prepare a few more sandwiches for later storage.
Standing up, Bay walked over to his shoes near the entrance and slipped the white and red footwear on, "All right, I'll go outside."
PLYPLY
After finding Delia and thanking her for the cake as his father had asked, Bay heard that she was looking for Ash. Apparently the younger boy had disappeared from his room earlier that morning. The brunet reassured her that Ash was probably just on his way to Professor Oak's for a Pokémon to start his journey with. He later confirmed it with Professor Oak's granddaughter Daisy and told her that she'd seen Delia's son running to the lab.
Daisy, huh? he mused while leaving the two to talk. She appeared to be only one or two years younger than him. Maybe I can start a real relationship in this town if we're actually staying here, if at least to have this be a home we repeatedly come back to.
Being dragged around all his life, Bay had learned to appreciate the short, but intense comforts of the body, having casual sex with more than a few girls in varying locations since he was fourteen. He made sure that they knew he would likely be leaving at any point, and hoped that there were no hard feelings. His mother's hair and eyes lending him a somewhat exotic look compared to the norm along with his wiry-muscled form from constant travel and hiking with his father meant that he rarely had trouble charming a girl that was already looking for a purely physical relationship, but he'd never had a dating relationship with a girl.
Hm, probably shouldn't get my hopes up, he decided while making his way up the hill to Professor Oak's lab. Anyway, dad said I should make friends, but if we leave, the young kids could take it hard. I'll see if I can make friends with Professor Oak; at least a guy like him probably won't take it personally if I have to go again.
As Bay stepped through the automatic doors to the lab, he spotted Ash with a Pikachu standing in front of him, the younger black-haired boy saying something in the rear of the lab before he headed out. He passed the elder boy by without a greeting in his excitement to get going.
"Well, guess that's the last Pokémon Trainer gone now," Bay commented while heading to Professor Oak past his two aides. He stood in his lab coat with a red button-down shirt and khaki pants.
The aged man smiled, "Ah, Bay! Yes, Ash was the last one to arrive. I had to give him an untrained Pokémon, unfortunately, but he didn't seem to mind. We'll see how he does with it."
"Right," Bay nodded. "So, I was wondering if there was anything I can do to help around here. It could pass the time at least."
Oak nodded and turned back to the various consoles, "Why, yes. I believe that I can find some things for you to do around here. You can start by-" He paused at one of the monitors, "Oh my. We seem to have an unexpected guest in the refuge."
"What do you mean?" the teen asked, approaching slightly closer.
"I set up a silent alarm in case anything broke in," the professor explained while scratching his graying blond hair. "I don't know how long it's been going off… Bay, could you search the preserve for me? It could be either a wild Pokémon or thieves, so be careful."
Bay blinked in surprise, "Why have me do it? I've never handled a wild Pokémon before. What about your assistants?"
"We just help organize the professor's data," one of the aides replied. "We're even less qualified to handle trouble than a strong-looking boy like you."
The teenager just leveled a blank look at the two men before shrugging, "Fair enough, I guess. Just hope it's not anything too dangerous for me to chase off myself."
"Thank you, Bay," Professor Oak said with an incline of his head. "Just head out the back door there, and the preserve will be on your right. I have my research to attend to, so just come back once you find out what it is."
Nodding, Bay walked over to the regular wooden door and opened it before stepping out and closing it behind him. Turning towards the preserve, he wandered around, looking at the lush grass and healthy trees for any signs of something that didn't belong.
The teen spotted something black and quickly hid behind a tree as he took a closer look, seeing a man and a woman in thick black cloaks possessing a red R emblazoned on the left side of the chest and back. Masks covered both their faces save for their eyes. Oddly enough, the woman had her cleavage exposed by her cloak, catching Bay's attention for a moment before he shook his head clear and focused on what they were saying, straining his ears to hear them.
"All right, I think this is it," the woman said in a low tone.
The man grumbled, "All I'm saying is that this is the first year I won't be able to watch the Pokémon Challenge."
"Sure you can," the woman chuckled. "This year, we'll have front row seats."
"Seriously?" he asked in a surprised and hopeful tone.
Bay quickly hid behind the tree again as the woman checked around to make sure they were still undetected.
"Try to contain your excitement and help me look for this Eevee," she hissed.
"What makes you think we'll find an Eevee here anyway? Don't they live at-"
"Why do you think?" the woman interrupted. "That old fool is offering us fifty dollars to catch it for him."
Looking around distastefully, the man said, "We came all the way to the sticks to work for peanuts?"
"We're not doing it for the old man, idiot," his companion dismissed. "Dr. Spettro will pay a damn sight more for an Eevee than that old fart. We'll finally get some respect, and more money than even you know what to do with."
"Why would anyone pay that much for one Pokémon?" the male thief asked skeptically.
The woman glanced at him, "It's not just a Pokémon, idiot. Eevee can evolve like nothing else, and it's a female, which means breeding stock. She's perfect for the doctor's research. We'll finally get the respect we deserve. Nobody will ever call us rookies again."
"Can we at least watch the new Trainers starting off?" the man asked. "We are in Pallet, and it's four of them. That has to be some kind of rec-"
He was interrupted by a punch to the gut that doubled him over.
"Focus. We have to grab the Eevee and get back to Viridian," the woman stated. "Split up, if you find her, hold her until I catch up. She won't offer any trouble once we dose her with the virus."
Bay gulped once he heard their footsteps recede, "Looks like trouble. I don't know who they are, but anybody looking to infect a Pokémon with a virus can't be good news." The teen took a pair of thick fingerless gloves out of a cargo pocket in his pants and put them on securing them tightly before popping his knuckles by tightening his hands into fists, "Looks like it's up to me to stop them."
His father had trained him in basic self-defense for his protection since he wouldn't always be there to save him with his Pokémon. The style helped his skills while the lifestyle gave him athleticism and endurance. It had gotten him out of a few scrapes with small Pokémon and other people. The black gloves were mainly to protect him from hurting his hands, the Poké Ball emblems on the back being a point of preference.
Checking to see that the way was clear, Bay slipped from his hiding place and snuck towards the back of the preserve to avoid being detected and hopefully find the Eevee before the crooks. Luckily, after a few minutes of looking around, he spotted the Pokémon curled up asleep without a care in the world.
Quickly moving beside it, he whispered, "Wake up."
Once the Evolution Pokémon did so, she noticed him and immediately darted a few feet away, shaking as she faced him.
"Listen," he urged, "you need to get out of here. Bad people are after you."
"A-ha!" a female voice said from his left, causing him to look and spot the masked woman from earlier. "I knew we'd find her here!"
"Out of the way, pipsqueak," the man ordered from the other side.
Bay stood over the Eevee protectively, "Don't you touch her!"
Looking around, Eevee panicked and ran away while squealing in terror.
"Wait, don't run away!" Bay called, but the masked man had already given chase, his longer stride already catching up.
The woman, meanwhile, stepped in front of him, being a little taller than him, "You're cute, kid, so I'll let you go. This time." She began to follow her companion, "But if you know what's good for you, you'll stay out of Team Rocket's way."
But Bay only hesitated briefly before chasing after the two thieves, finding them surrounding Eevee while the man held her down.
The woman spoke, "Forget the rope, all we need to do is-"
"You're not doing anything!" Bay shouted while charging to slug the male bandit in the face while his hands were occupied. It caused the man to lurch away while unintentionally releasing his grip, giving Bay time to scoop her up and put her behind him after getting some distance from the crooks. He noticed that the Pokémon was injured with a few bruises now.
"Gah! Shit, that stings, you runt!" the man cursed while rubbing the side of his face.
The woman stepped forward warningly, "Stay out of this kid, we won't hurt that Eevee… much."
"Like I'm supposed to believe you," he retorted while taking up a fighting stance. "You're not doing anything to this Eevee."
"…Ee?" the Pokémon behind him quietly muttered in surprise.
The man charged forward, "Just try and stop us, pip-"
*THMP!*
"-squeeeeeak!" he finished in a pained whine before going into a fetal position on his side as Bay withdrew his leg from between the crook's legs. From the ground, he wheezed, "Sis, why didn't you back me up…?"
"Because you charged forward by yourself before I was ready, dumdum," the female bandit replied wryly before looking at Bay, who seemed just as ready to fight her. She chuckled while crossing her arms under her breasts to squeeze them together and emphasize her cleavage, "You wouldn't hit a lady, would you? I can make it worth your while if you hand over that Eevee."
Bay frowned harder and threw a rock from the ground at her head in response, "Yeah, right!" While she was preoccupied with dodging, the teen surged forward and quickly landed three punches to the crook's face, sending the woman toppling to the ground.
With both the criminals down, Bay scooped Eevee up again and whispered, "Come on, Professor Oak can patch you up." He then ran off to the lab in order to have her healed and so he could report the two intruders.
PLYPLY
Soon after the auburn-haired teen left, the woman got up rubbing her jaw, "Damn, that kid can really hit hard." She looked around, having been out of it for a few moments, "And he got away with the Eevee. Perfect… Dr. Spettro will have our heads for this."
She turned to her still whimpering brother and nudged him with her foot, "Damien, get up already."
"Guh…" he groaned while standing up, still nursing his crotch. "That fucking kid! I'm gonna-"
"Get over it, drama queen," the woman interrupted. Then she gained a thoughtful look, "I have gotta get that kid's name. He knows how to have fun, and he's cute."
"He kicked me in the nuts!" Damien protested.
"Like I said, he knows how to have fun. Now shut up before I join in on the game."
The man glared at her before sighing as he waddled over to lean against a tree to recuperate, "Fantastic. I lose an Eevee and my sister on the same day."
"Nobody's lost yet," his sister replied. "We just need to track down that boy. And then I'll… persuade him to let her go."
Damien rolled his eyes, "Great. Good plan."
PLYPLY
After taking Eevee to Professor Oak, who tended to her minor injuries while hearing what Bay had to say about the events, the aged researcher remained silent for a time.
"This is most disturbing," he eventually said. "You're certain they were going to disable her with some kind of virus?"
"Yes, professor," Bay replied. "I can't believe that somebody would get a Pokémon sick on purpose."
Oak seemed to be thinking out loud, "This is very serious. If that virus fell into the wrong hands…"
"You know what they were talking about, sir?"
He shook his head while walking to his desk, "Not exactly; just a hunch. Most viruses take time to infect the host, but I've heard rumors of a strange and virulent disease that works very quickly. It has disabled Pokémon in entire towns. Viridian City Gym is closed because of it.
"If humans can control it…" The professor sighed, "It would explain a great deal."
"…Can't we stop them?" Bay asked. "I left the two of them right over-"
"The bandits that attacked you will be long gone by now, Bay. But they're not the real threat," Professor Oak explained. "Whoever can control something like this must have the backing of a powerful organization. Bay, I need you to investigate the matter further."
"Me?" the teen asked in surprise. "But why?"
Oak turned to him, "Because you're the only one I can send. And you have Eevee to protect you."
"Um, but she's not exactly my-"
"She'll come to obey you in time, Bay," he added. "She already seems attached to you from your saving her. You should start training her posthaste. Go to the Silph Co. lab in Viridian City. I have friends researching rare diseases there. Ask Dr. Magnus about a Pokémorph Virus."
Bay frowned in thought before asking, "Shouldn't we warn the other trainers?"
"An excellent idea, Bay," Professor Oak nodded. "Hopefully you can catch Ash while you're in Viridian."
The teen sighed before regarding his new companion, "Well, I guess I should name you?" After thinking for a moment, he said, "How's Yvette?"
"Vee," the small Pokémon nodded.
"All right, Yvette and I won't let you down, professor," Bay reassured. Then he turned to Yvette, "First things first, we should go ahead and pick up some supplies and my backpack at home."
A quick trip across Pallet Town saw Bay back home where he found his father already missing. The concise but caring note on the counter explained his absence by saying that he was called to some ruins in the northwest.
"Big surprise," the teen said with an eye roll. "I wonder if he'll even be done before I get back. What do you think, Yvette?"
When he looked to the Eevee, she just tilted her head in a sort of shrug while replying, "Vee-ee."
"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't know either," Bay granted.
With that done, he headed upstairs and grabbed his backpack, which always had a few days' worth of food and survival tools, along with an emergency Potion that he kept in his room, his wallet and a bag of Pokémon food from his dad's stores. The archaeologist probably wouldn't mind just one bag missing.
When he stepped outside, an old man stopped him as he headed to Route 1.
"It's dangerous to travel the roads alone," he warned. He then offered a wooden sword, "Here, take this."
Bay blinked and looked at the blunt weapon in his hands, deciding that it could have some sort of use, even if he was more accustomed to using his fists, "Thanks, sir."
After hooking it to one of the loops in his backpack by the cross-guard, the teen set out north of Pallet Town, taking a breath as he looked around the view that all new Trainers saw, even if it was just for a quick trip.
"Route 1," he noted while Yvette looked up at him. "Not much to see compared to other places I've been, but I guess it's good for the start of a new Trainer's journey."
"Vee!" the Eevee added from his heels.
Bay looked down and said, "Oh, right. Can you battle?"
Yvette nodded and ran into a nearby patch of tall grass, scaring away a Pidgey before there were sounds of scuffling. She came back out with an unconscious Rattata dragged by the tail in her mouth.
The auburn-haired boy nodded, "All right, you made your point. Let's get going to Viridian."
Following the winding path north to avoid running into too many wild Pokémon, Bay and Yvette arrived at the bridge, only to find it missing several planks as an empty frame stood over the river.
"Sorry, kid!" a worker with a Machoke called from the other side. "The road's closed 'til I can get this here bridge fixed. That storm did a number on it, ya know. Should only take a coupla hours with me 'n my buddy working on it."
"All right," Bay sighed. "Guess I'll wait back at Pallet Town for now."
Taking a shortcut through a long stretch of tall grass, Bay used the wooden sword to discourage any Rattata or Spearow from attacking while the duo made their way through. But when they were almost at the end and halfway to Pallet Town, Yvette perked up and sniffed the air.
"Ee?" She then took off, calling for Bay, "Vee, Vee!"
The tentative Trainer followed her at a light jog, "What is it, Yvette?"
She led him to a small cave obscured by a pair of bushes with an entrance that he had to crawl through to pass. When he was inside, the light from outside just barely illuminating it, he saw Yvette standing near a badly burnt Spearow.
"Vee!" the Eevee urgently squeaked. "Vee-ee-vee!"
"A Spearow?" He noticed it shaking in its weakened state and said, "Give it some space, Yvette, you're scaring it."
Recognizing severe electric burns from the frazzled feathers in conjunction with the burns, the teen took a knee next to it, speaking in a low, calm tone, "What happened? You look like you hit the bad side of a Raichu."
"…earow…" it muttered weakly.
Bay shook his head, "We're lucky we got here when we did, Yvette. It looks like this Spearow wouldn't have survived the night." He took off his backpack and set it nearby in the limited space of the small cave and took out his Potion and bandages, "I've never healed a Pokémon before. Hopefully it'll be as easy as patching myself up."
After demonstrating to Spearow that the Potion was safe by spraying a bit on his bare wrist, Bay sprayed the Tiny Bird Pokémon with the medicine and smoothed out its feathers to make it more comfortable before wrapping the worst of the burns on the front of its chest with the wrappings.
Spearow was standing a bit straighter, and the teen nodded, "You're looking better already, Spearow. Now all you need is a good rest."
The bird regarded him for a moment before nodding, "…Spear." It then squatted down and lowered its head to sleep as Bay and Yvette turned to leave.
Once outside, the youth commented, "I think that Spearow must've been in some kind of hard battle. It was a good thing you smelled it out, and quite clever, Yvette."
"Vee!" the small Pokémon beamed proudly.
"And you seem to have a good handle on battling already, but Professor Oak said that I should try training you." He looked around, noting the tall grass surrounding them before glancing at his watch to confirm that it was late in the afternoon. "We'll go ahead and give it two hours for the bridge to be done. Half an hour battling, an hour to go back home to have a snack, then spend another half hour trying to train your nose to find me. If we get separated, I'll want to know that you can find me."
Yvette nodded, "Ee."
PLYPLY
As Yvette sniffed around, she followed the scent trail of her current Trainer and moved further west up the middle portion of Route 1 before looking up and spotting him hidden among the branches of a tree, watching her.
"Vee!" she called.
The auburn-haired teen dropped to the ground, landing in a crouch, "All right, seems like you've got the hang of finding me if you tracked me all the way over here."
During their training session, Yvette had gotten injured by a Spearow's lucky hit with its claws. Bay had driven it off after that, punching it hard enough to make it flee, but the Eevee had refused to get in a Poké Ball to rest up.
He then explained the purpose of a Poké Ball, that it prevented other people from catching her since she was still a wild Pokémon. The teen managed to convince her to get inside long enough to confirm the capture before immediately letting her out again to bandage her scratches and take a break to give her a chance to heal naturally. Pokémon had an enhanced healing factor, so she was ready to begin the scent training shortly afterward.
Back in the present time, Bay checked his watch and noted the time before saying, "Well, let's go check if the bridge is fixed now." The sun was already beginning to set in the west, and he would prefer to get to the city before it was dark, even if he was used to camping.
After crossing the now repaired bridge, Bay and Yvette continued up the path, driving off any Pokémon that crossed their path to arrive at Viridian quickly.
But their arrival was marked by a troubling sight. The atmosphere in Viridian City was tense and a massive hot air balloon shaped like a Meowth head was parked on top of the giant Pokémon Center.
As he moved closer, he saw the two bandits from earlier rush by from further in town, the man holding something under his arm.
Once he recognized them, he frowned, "What are they doing here? Come on, Yvette, we have to follow them."
"Vee!"
Giving chase, he spotted them running into a side entrance of the Pokémon Center where the balloon was parked.
They're going to get away! he mentally cursed. I have to hurry!
Once he was through the door, he saw a flash of a scene in the main lobby. Two people he didn't recognize with three Pokémon, a Meowth, Koffing and Ekans, and a young boy with black hair pedaling a wrecked bike as a charge of electricity went into his Pikachu from the light on the front.
Wait, isn't that A-
"Piii-kaaaa-CHU!"
A flash of powerful electricity went off, and it was the last thing Bay saw before he went unconscious as it spread to him, an explosion thundering in the background as everything went black.
And then he died. The end… As if anybody would believe such a short, anticlimactic game or story existed. In any case, this seemed as good a stopping point as any for the first chapter, but don't worry, since I figured it would be too cruel to leave it at this. So the second chapter is already posted.
As promised, the link to the game (add ".com" and "/", in that order, after "legendofkrystal"; remove the spaces): legendofkrystal forum/ viewtopic. php? t=4782& cache=1
Also, the first lemon is going to be in the next chapter, so you may look forward to that.
Signing out,
King-of-Seven-Hearts