Opening Note:

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains brief depictions of rape and murder against nameless characters, and attempted rape against an important character. This chapter does not contain smut.

Help! The World's Going Crazy and it's Turning Me On

"On three," said Bianca. "One, two…"

In unison, Bianca, Cheren, and I all shouted three as we crossed the invisible boundary separating our hometown of Nuvema from Route 1. With our new pokemon snug in their pokeballs and fresh from a friendly scrimmage which nearly obliterated my room, we were finally on our journey – the one we had dreamed about for as long as we've known each other. Despite the crisp morning air, my body burned with so much gusto that it felt like the blood simmering in my veins tickled me from within, and I couldn't help myself from bouncing up and down on my heels like I just caught a dire case of the sillies. Spontaneously, I hooked the necks of my two friends by the creases of my elbows – drawing them into a forced huddle.

"I can't believe it guys, this is actually happening! Am I dreaming? Somebody pinch me!"

"I am pinching you," said Cheren, his voice weak from the headlock while his fingers pinched and pulled at my arm.

"H-Hilda…breathing…hard…."

"Ah. Sorry about that!" Bianca and Cheren gasped for air as I released my hold and laughed at the sight of their red faces. "It didn't even feel like I was holding you all that hard – I guess I underestimated my own strength, huh?"

"Like you did an hour ago when you and your snivy turned a pokemon battle into a demolition zone?" said Cheren, straightening his posture and adjusting his glasses with a point of his finger.

"Whatever it takes to win. Her name is Lilith, by the way. You should address the pokemon who whooped your butt properly." I glanced at Bianca and motioned to her with my thumb. "Besides, it wasn't just me. She helped with the mess too."

"But I told your mom I was sorry, like, a thousand times! It was so sweet of her to offer to clean your room like that – my parents would have flipped." Bianca recuperated with a deep breath before beaming a wide grin at me. "This is super awesome though, isn't it? We had our first pokemon battle together and now the professor is going to teach us how to catch pokemon together, too!"

"I don't see why she insists though – it's not like it's rocket science," replied Cheren. "You weaken the pokemon and then you throw the ball at it. We don't need a pokemon professor to teach us that."

"You know how she is though – she was so excited about doing this whole initiation process by the book." Taking an invisible ball of air in hand, I demonstrated my fluid throwing motion. "Besides, I want to show off my amazing skills to the professor. I've been practicing my throwing motion for, like, months leading up to today. I can probably nail a pidgey fifty meters away if I wanted to: mid-flight."

"Sure, sure. And rhyhorns can fly," teased Bianca. "You just want to impress the professor 'cause you got the hots for her."

"Would you knock it off with that, already? I've never said that."

"You don't have too though," continued Bianca. "I can just tell by the way you stare at her with that dumb smile of yours."

"Or how your cheeks turn red whenever she hands you a compliment." A smirk crossed Cheren's face. "Kind of like how they look now."

I made to speak but the burn sparking my cheeks tingled down into my throat and stifled my voice. My embarrassment must have been palpable because Bianca and Cheren each laughed as the sensation continued to render me speechless.

"Jerks," I finally grumbled.

"Cheer up, Hilda. We're only teasing you." Bianca strolled over to me and playfully elbowed my side. "Call it payback for gloating in our faces after that pokebattle."

"That's right," said Cheren. "Besides, your bloated ego can afford to be notched down a few pegs."

"Don't even start with me. If anyone has an inflated ego, it's you, Mr. Know-It-All. You can already land a plane on your forehead; if you crammed anymore information into that thing, it'd grow big enough to handle a whole squadron."

"At least it's not filled with hot air – that's more than I can say about you."

"You're just bitter you can't research your way to victory. Your pokemon had the type advantage and Lilith still kicked her ass. You can talk all you want but I still beat you."

"You got lucky - I made an uncharacteristic error in our last battle. Try me again and I'll show you who's better."

"Well then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Cheren's eyes leered at mine as we both reached for our pokeballs, but before we could commence, Bianca stepped between us and grabbed our wrists.

"Wait! Stop it!"

Despite our fiery and narrowed stares, the power of Bianca's siren-like shout put a halt to the ensuing battle and drew our focus to hers.

"I swear! You guys turn into five-year-olds when you get all competitive like this. Now knock it off, okay? I'm your friend, not your babysitter. Professor Juniper's waiting for us, remember? You can have your stupid clash of egos after we're done seeing her."

My eyes bore into Cheren's a few moments longer before I eventually relaxed my shoulders and returned Lilith's pokeball to the pink bag strapped over my shoulder.

"Fine. You're right - we don't have time for this now. Besides, Cheren and I have plenty of opportunities to be at each other's throats later. Today's special, I shouldn't have gotten so confrontational." I extended my hand. "Truce?"

"Truce," repeated Cheren, taking my hand and giving it a single, firm shake. "We're still battling though, after we're done with the professor. Don't think that I'm letting you off the hook."

I smiled. "Looking forward to it. Now let's quit jabbering and get moving. I don't want Professor Juniper to get worried."

"Sounds like a plan," said Bianca as the three of us started walking further down Route 1, side by side. "And when you get there, you can confess your secret lesbian love for her before you leave on your big, special journey. It'll be so touching. I'll even help you work up the courage."

"Oh my gosh! Didn't I tell you to stop? And you better not mention it around her! Seriously, I think I'd die of embarrassment."

Bianca giggled. "No promises."

Following the professor's instructions, we cut into the nearby woods through a trail which eventually brought us to a small clearing dotted with tall patches of grass. Professor Juniper's bright white lab coat contrasted with the earthy colors of our surroundings and made her easy to spot, although she appeared to be busy inspecting something and didn't realize we had arrived. She lingered near one of the grassy patches, hunched over and on her knees.

"Professor?" I called.

With a slight jump of her shoulders, the professor twisted around before greeting us with a slight smile and a wave.

"There you are, my sparkling young pupils! Did you find this place alright?"

"Easily enough. What'cha lookin' at?"

Professor Juniper motioned us closer. "Come see for yourself."

As Bianca, Cheren, and I joined around the professor and stooped our knees to the grass, we saw that she had been studying a sleeping watchog.

"Oh wow, a watchog," cooed Bianca. "Are you going to catch it?"

"That was the plan. I was going to use it for our demonstration. When I spotted it, it had stood awake and alert - it even spit a few seeds at me while I tried to keep my distance. But something peculiar happened; only a couple of minutes before you all arrived, it suddenly tired and fell asleep – just like that."

"That is odd…." Cheren's fingers fiddled with one of the temples of his glasses before he spoke again. "Watchogs are notoriously vigilant - they wouldn't just fall asleep in the presence of a perceived threat."

"Right. It's strange behavior for most pokemon, watchogs especially. It doesn't appear to be ill or injured, though." The professor placed her hand on the exposed skin of my thigh. "What do you think, Hilda?"

Her gentle touch had my cheeks tingling but I quickly brushed off my embarrassment and cleared my throat as inconspicuously as I could. "Well, I don't really know. I was going to guess it was something it ate, but I can't think of anything that would just put it to sleep like that. And there weren't any other pokemon nearby that could have performed a sleeping move, right? Maybe it has that disorder where you fall asleep all the time-"

"Narcolepsy," interjected Cheren.

"Yeah, that's it. Can pokemon get that too?"

Juniper paused and appeared to silently consider my guess. "It's a possibility, for sure. There's not enough research done in that field to say one way or the other, but yes, there have been some cases that suggest pokemon can suffer from it. Nice deductive skills Hilda! If you weren't dead set on becoming a trainer, I would have loved to make you my apprentice. With a little more practice and study, you'd make a fine professor, someday."

My face must have turned beat red because I heard the muffles of Bianca snickering, and even though my attention was fixed on the professor, I could almost see the smug look Cheren's face surely wore. As much as I wanted to look away and bury my head in the earth, the professor's green eyes stunned me and all I could do was look back at her with what must have been the most awkward smile on my lips.

Before one of my friends could rescue me from the uncomfortable silence, a yellow glow suddenly coated the Watchog's body and captured everyone's attention.

"What's happening?" asked Bianca. "Is…is it evolving?"

"That can't be…," said the professor, her grip on my thigh tightening in response to the harshening light. "It's getting brighter."

My curiosity tried to keep my focus steadied upon the now brilliantly glowing watchog, but soon I was forced to bring my hands up to cover my eyes. A strange, steady ring started to tickle my ears and every time I attempted to peek through the cracks in my fingers, the wild light seared my eyes shut.

Finally the ringing stopped, and as I cautiously drew my lids open once more, I found that I was not blinded by the otherworldly radiance this time. The force of the light had distorted my vision, however, and my eyes ached like they had been glued to the world's brightest computer screen for days. It took a few a moments for the dull pain to pass and my clarity to return, but when it did, I gasped at what I discovered.

"What…what is that?" exclaimed Bianca, although judging by the bewildered expression twisting each of our faces, she might as well have been speaking for us all.

In place of the watchog now laid a naked something – woman-like but clearly not human. She had the same figure and form of a woman but fur covered her body and her face protruded to form a slight snout that, while bestial, did not detract from her strange attractiveness. Her long, white hair hung wildly, and furry, pointed ears protruded from underneath the untamed mess of locks. A tail almost as long as her body stuck out from underneath her, ending with two yellow stripes and a white tuft of jagged fur at its tip. But despite her animalistic features, what entranced me the most was the perfection of her figure – shapely yet taut and athletic, like the idealized bodies of gods and goddesses old sculptors used to chisel from stone – and as her body demanded my admiration, my eyes drank more and more of her form until I stumbled upon a thick, pink protrusion dangling between her legs. Although it didn't make any sense, I knew what it was, and its gradual, steady swell captivated my attention.

"This…." I hesitated, my eyes fixated on the heightening cock. "Is this the watchog?"

"It must be," murmured Professor Juniper.

Although none of us spoke of it, each of our attentions were trained on the pink shaft that continued to rise, until the silence lingered long enough for my surprise to fade as my eyes nervously averted from the phallus. It was hard, though. Even though I didn't want to keep gawking at it, it was as if an invisible force constantly tried pulling my focus back to it. I realized my panties were becoming wet and that my body had flushed with an uncomfortable, weakening warmth. Looking at the professor and my friends to try and distract myself, I observed that they were each hypnotized by the shaft with a similar attentiveness I had experienced, only they weren't able to tear their stares from it like I had. When I thought to describe the look in their eyes, I blushed.

Their eyes looked hungry.

"Guys? Is everyone okay?"

My words broke their trance and painted crimson on their cheeks as each of them nervously turned away. Even Cheren's ever poised demeanor was tainted by an implicating blush that made the others seem innocent in comparison.

"So what's happening," I stuttered. "Is this some kind of new evolution? I don't understand."

"It looks like that might be the case after all." Juniper braved to look at the watchog once again, inspecting it with a more quizzical gaze. "It has so many distinct features of the watchog – the pattern of its fur, the tail, the ears – but on the body of a woman. Or rather…." Juniper paused and swallowed audibly. "…a hermaphrodite."

"Yeah," mumbled Bianca as her eyes crept back to the now totally erect cock between the watchog's legs, but a quick glance notified her that she had earned my observation, causing her to frantically shift her eyes away and jump to her feet. "W-well what do we do now? We're not just going to leave her here, right? This has got to be some kind of important scientific discovery."

"I suppose we should try to catch it." Cheren's voice cracked as he spoke, his face still burning red and dampening with beads of sweat. "If something like this can even be caught. Is it even a pokemon, still?"

"I don't know," replied Juniper. "But I suppose it's best to try. Bianca's right, this is an important discovery - unprecedented, really."

"Wait," I stammered, shooting up from my spot on the floor. "Okay, this is totally embarrassing to say but I'm not the only one who feels…y'know, like…I mean…you guys feel it too, right?"

Though my question couldn't have been vaguer, the awkward looks and the silence that followed revealed to me that everyone was aware of what I alluded to. We were becoming aroused – all of us. It was so painfully obvious, even someone with my utter lack of sexual experience could tell what was happening. Though I retained my virginity, I knew what arousal felt like; I experienced it sometimes in the moments I spent volunteering at the professor's lab - stealing lingering glances at her curves and curbing lewd fantasies that would later resurface in my dreams. This arousal was stronger though, wilder, maybe even primal, and yet it overcame each of us so suddenly, it couldn't be natural.

"It's doing something to us - making us feel all…weird. Don't you guys think so, too?"

"Well," Juniper hesitated as she shuffled through the pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a pokeball. "You might be, right. But that's all the more reason to catch it so we can study just what is going on. It should be easy too, with it being asleep like this."

Still on her knees, Professor Juniper extended her arm and dropped the pokeball over the naked watchog. It worked. After making contact with the watchog's skin, the pokeball hopped up on its own and unhinged as it swallowed its target in red light. Dropping onto the empty spot on the floor where the watchog had been, it began to shake.

We all watched in raptness as the ball struggled to confine the watchog, but with a jolting noise it popped back open, unleashing a stream of light that soon shaped itself into the outline of its failed capture. It dropped harmlessly to the side and, in its wake, left the watchog standing on her feet – red and yellow eyes wide open and leering at the professor.

The sight of the watchog awake and alert stunned each of us and the intensity of her stare caused Professor Juniper to take a couple frightened steps back as she reached for another pokeball in her pocket.

"Professor! Watch out!"

As I shouted my warning, the watchog lunged at Professor Juniper, pinning her to the ground with a hard thud that jostled her neck. With a feral strength, she forced the professor's lab coat over her head and tore the white shirt she wore underneath into tatters.

Stunning horror possessed the professor's face as the watchog wrenched her bra straight off her chest, exposing her breasts which her assailant's furred fingers greedily dug into. I knew I needed to act fast but the display enraptured me to such a degree that I could only gawk as the watchog continued to molest the professor – her twitching cock grinding against the professor's thighs while she mauled her breasts. The lustful heat that had built within me from before now engulfed my entire body with a strengthened intensity and forced my breaths to grow damper and heavier. The initial fear that had surged through me waned in respect of the powerful lust; and now instead of wanting to save the professor, thoughts of abandoning my inhibitions and joining her invaded my mind. I desired to be the one getting ravaged - to be railed and fucked from behind until my body collapsed in exhaustion. And although the scene in front of me demanded my attention, from the corners of my eyes, I saw Bianca and Cheren in a similar state of inertia. It seemed like they, too, were possessed by the same immoral want.

The rip of the professor's skirt interrupted my trance and restored some of my sanity. I saw the watchog toss away the tattered article and aggressively pull down the professor's panties as she lined her shaft for penetration. The lust still beckoned me to submit, but reality set in and my better judgment squashed its pleas of submission.

"Lilith! Use vine whip!"

It happened so fast, I didn't even feel my hand reach into my bag. I palmed Lilith's pokeball and launched it at the watchog's head. It hit its target, bouncing off the side of her cheek and commanding her attention away from the professor and unto me. With a spray of light, the ball opened and conjured my pokemon, who immediately walloped the same cheek I had hit, only with a powerful vine strike that knocked the watchog off the professor's body.

I had been so consumed with saving the professor, it was only after the attack that I noticed something had changed: Lilith had transformed as well.

She had grown to about my height, with smooth green skin that covered her arms and the backside of her body – aside from a thin yellow strip which stretched from the center of her neck, down to her long, leaf shaped tail. She wore no clothes and openly bore her perky breasts, which were colored in a creamy yellow skin that enveloped the entirety of her two legs, as well as the front side of her upper body and face. Besides her tail and the two wispy yellow leaves that jutted from the sides of her neck like a makeshift collar, Lilith's features were mostly that of a human; although her eyes glimmered red and a pale green coated her long hair. And unlike the watchog, she didn't possess any 'extra' genitalia – only a vaginal slit.

"Lilith?" I exclaimed.

Her eyes glanced over to me as she nodded before quickly returning her attention to the watchog rising back to her feet. Vicious anger replaced the predatory desire that tainted her gaze from before, and the watchog glared so intently at Lilith that she neglected the naked body of the professor crawling to safety. She bent her knees and gnarled her teeth as she made to retaliate but Lilith remained undeterred – meeting her aggressor with a cool focus.

"Go Callu! Use water gun!"

"Blaze! Tackle attack!"

Cheren and Bianca each cast their pokeballs as the watchog initiated her assault, unleashing their pokemon and countering her in a joint effort. Callu and Blaze had also transformed – both into hermaphrodites – and the two pokemon joined Lilith's side in preparation for another attack.

The watchog snarled at the three pokemon but did not move from her place, keeping her eyes shifting from combatant to combatant until her attention returned to the professor, who had reached her lab coat and frantically dug through its pockets. Rushing away, the watchog dodged and endured a trifecta attack of water, grass, and fire as she readied to snatch the professor from off the ground and make an escape.

"Abigail! Swift attack – now!"

Revealing a pokeball from the confines of the lab coat, Juniper summoned her, now changed, minccino. The watchog advanced only steps away from where Abigail appeared, and she barely had enough time to raise her hands before being barreled to the ground. A cry pierced through the air as the watchog bit her sharp teeth into the side of Abigail's neck, but a dazzling blast of energy erupted from the minccino's resisting hands and pummeled against the underside of the watchog. With a pathetic mewl, the watchog weakened her jaw as Abigail pushed her off and returned to her feet – red blood intermingling with grey fur from the bite marks she received on her neck.

Prying another pokeball from her lab coat, Professor Juniper lobbed it at the downed watchog and, within a few audible wobbles, it made the familiar clicking noise of a successful capture.

With the threat of the watchog quelled, the bevy of changes that seemed to be twisting reality on its head began to settle in. Gradually my eyes lingered over the professor and her nakedness as thoughts of what could have happened crossed my mind, and then at Abigail. I never witnessed a pokemon bleed before today, but even though her body had drastically changed to resemble something closer to human, the sight was no less unsettling.

I noted Bianca break from her stupor, shaking her head slightly as she rushed over to Abigail.

"Are you okay? Hold on, I've got a potion in my bag." Bianca shuffled through her green satchel before pulling out a sleek looking spray bottle. "I've never seen it used on a wound like this, but it should work. Just hold still."

Abigail murmured as Bianca applied the spray, wincing slightly at the sting it caused. But after a thorough wiping from a toilette Bianca also extracted, the bleeding finally stopped.

"There, all better."

After brushing a curious finger over the former spot of the wound and feeling that she no longer bled, Abigail smiled at Bianca before scampering over to the professor. More than a full head shorter than her, Abigail wrapped Juniper in a tight hug and nuzzled her large ears against the professor's breasts. Juniper blushed as she received her pokemon's new body with a tinge of anxiety, but soon surrendered a faint smile and returned the embrace.

The moment between Juniper and Abigail must have inspired the rest of the pokemon, because they each returned to their respective owners, with Lilith setting her sights on me and stopping less than an arm's length away from where I stood. She smiled elusively and her eyes gazed into mine with something akin to expectation.

"Uh-um…." My mind searched for something good to say but it proved to be an impossible task. The situation still stupefied me and it didn't help that my suddenly attractive pokemon was naked and staring back at me within a hand's reach.

"You…you did good, Lilith. Ummm…" I bit my lip before tentatively raising my hand. "High five?"

Lilith stood statuesque for a couple moments as her gaze narrowed, before rolling her eyes and batting away my hand as she forced me into a hug, pressing her bare chest snugly against mine. I was too nervous to reciprocate and surrendered to gingerly patting her back. "Okay, that's enough for now, I think."

Rebelling against my weak protests, Lilith clung to me even tighter, and soon I felt two tendrils creep up the legs of my denim short-shorts. My eyes widened as I squirmed within the imprisoning embrace and soon I spotted my invaders – Lilith's vines which had slithered from hidden slits within the yellow leaf-like collars that frayed from the sides of her neck.

"Lilith, no," I hissed. "That's really enough, now. Stop it."

My cheeks burned like furnaces as Lilith continued to neglect my demands – her gaze simply turning up to meet mine as a smug smile formed on her lips. Her vines had now reached the outsides of my panties and they poked and wiggled around their fringes before snaking underneath to writhe against my reluctant wetness.

"Stop. Lilith, stop!"

Summoning my strength, I pushed Lilith away, sending her stumbling backwards until she landed with her butt on the floor. I felt everyone focus on me but my attention remained steady on Lilith as she met my stare with shocked eyes. Gradually her features softened and I thought I noticed her lip start to tremble before a flash of spite strained her face – making her huff and snap her neck away from me. A pang of remorse punched my stomach. It was stupid, demeaning even, Lilith had clearly overstepped my boundaries, but the sight of my angry pokemon made me feel guilty for spurning her advances.

"I don't mean to interrupt…." It was Cheren, and if the topsy-turviness of our situation hadn't rendered me an emotional mess, I probably would have burst out laughing at the display I witnessed. Trying his best to maintain his composure and failing miserably, a visibly flustered Cheren stood with his arms tightly crossed over his chest as his tepig, Blaze, latched her arms around his neck while smothering her impressive bust into his side. "But I think we should try to sort out what to do next, unless any of you have any insights into what the hell is happening."

"I haven't a clue," said Professor Juniper, who had redressed herself in her panties and lab coat – the only two articles of clothing that weren't shredded to bits. "Trying to theorize a plausible reason for this would be an impossible task. But one thing's certain: we should get out of the woods and seek safety. We won't know for sure until we collect more evidence, but I think it's prudent to believe, for now, that all pokemon have undergone this change. That watchog…if we encounter any more pokemon like that in the wild…." The professor averted her eyes. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I let anything happen to you three while you're supposed to be under my care."

"Yeah, well, at least these guys seem to be on our side," said Bianca, squealing and smacking away Callu's hand as she squeezed one of her breasts. "Even if they are a bit grabby."

After Bianca spoke, my eyes happened to wander to Abigail and I noted her freeze as her posture became perfectly still. Only her large ears moved, twitching as if tickled by an invisible feather.

"Abigail?" said Professor Juniper. "Do you hear anything?"

Panic struck over Abigail's face and she darted over to the nearest patch of tall grass - waving for us to follow. The concern crossing the other pokemons' features told me that they understood the message being conveyed, and before I could utter a word, Lilith had yanked me by my hand and whisked me over to join Abigail in the grass. The others followed suit and we all instinctively laid our bodies flat to the floor, until the brush hid all of us from sight.

We waited in silence, each of us completely still. It didn't seem like anything alarming was happening – there were no noises other than the chirping of birds and the occasional breeze whipping through the trees. I tried to lift my head up above the waist-high grass to peep at my surroundings, but Lilith's swift hand pressed against the back of my neck and forced me to remain still. Another eventless minute passed by, but eventually I heard the distant padding of footsteps and the cracks of branches, faint at first, but growing louder and louder until they surrounded the vicinity. It sounded like a stampede of bodies racing through the forest, stomping past us in the direction of the trail we had taken. Although I didn't dare look, I knew they were pokemon, and there must have been dozens, if not, hundreds of them. I feared that one would run over our brush and compromise our position; the relentless trample of feet seemed endless as I waited with anxiety nauseating my belly. But the stampede slowed into a trickle and then into silence again. Everyone waited in perfect stillness for another few minutes to pass before Abigail rose to her feet, signifying we were safe again.

"Those were all pokemon, weren't they? Changed ones..." I warily looked around the clearing. "It sounded like they were heading down the trail."

"You don't think…are they going to Nuvema?" asked Bianca.

"We can't think about that now," said the professor. "But we should start heading back, regardless. If Abigail was concerned enough to have us hide from them, then I think it's wise to assume they're dangerous. We need to try and seek safety – hopefully we'll find it at Nuvema."

"Me too…." Bianca lowered her eyes to the earth as the corners of her lips turned into a slight frown. Callu matched Bianca's troubled expression and started to rub her back in response, earning her oshawott a weak smile. "Thanks Callu."

"I think we're all worried, Bianca," said Cheren, as he took a step towards the trail. "But we don't have time to dwell, we need to get going."

"Cheren's right. The longer we're out here, the longer we're in danger." I walked next to Bianca and combined with Callu's comforts, gently squeezing her arm. "And I'm sure everyone at Nuvema is okay. Even if something did happen to them, they'll be able to defend themselves. We might be a small town, but we're tough!"

Bianca smiled at me but said nothing.

"Come now, everyone. Let's be purposeful." The professor and Abigail joined Cheren in walking towards the trail. "Abigail's ears will keep us safe."

A firm hand pushed against the small of my back, leading me away from Bianca's side. A turn of my head noted that it belonged to Lilith, and though she continued to look at me coolly from when I pushed her to the ground, the concern she demonstrated in keeping me safe coaxed a small smile to form on my lips.

"Okay Lilith. I'll get going now."

Danger laced the journey back to Nuvema. At Cheren's suggestion, we navigated our return through the forest; Cheren thought we would be too vulnerable walking out in the openness of Route 1 and we agreed. There were numerous hiding spots within the forest that we were forced to utilize, as Abigail's ears alerted us to encroaching pokemon on more than one occasion. But even her heightened sense of hearing couldn't keep us completely safe. Sometimes the warnings came too late and we had to fight.

A group of pidgeys assaulted us, as did a couple of lillipups, and a lone bidoof. They had all transformed: all naked, all hermaphrodites, and all possessing an eerie attractiveness. Even in the thick of battle, the fluctuating arousal that had persisted since our encounter with the watchog continued to corrupt my thoughts. I did not know how pheromones worked but my inappropriate, unyielding lust seemed to indicate that these new versions of pokemon exuded powerful and enchanting secretions. And by the concentrated, wanting stares I earned with every encounter, it also seemed like the target of their desires were humans and not others of their kind.

Lilith and the others handled our attackers with relative ease though, and fortunately none of the combatants proved too vicious. Professor Juniper had taught me that pokemon usually tempered their attacks with invisible layers of energy that safeguarded their blows and prevented fatalities – that's why pokemon like scythers rarely dismembered other pokemon, despite their razor sharp blades; and while our opponents assailed us with an unnerving desperation and aggression, their attacks did not draw blood like the watchog had done to Abigail.

"We're close." Bianca pointed to what looked to be the fringe of the forest. "I think I see houses past there, we're home!"

Before Bianca could dash off to the forest's rim, Abigail's hand quickly grabbed her arm and jolted her back.

"Hey!" protested Bianca, but Abigail's vigorously shaking head warned her not to proceed heedlessly. Bianca's lips twisted into an expression of hurt but ultimately submitted to Abigail's cautions, and, tentatively, we each approached the edge of the forest.

As we crept closer, I heard faint cries and screams echo from the direction of our hometown - intermingled with bestial howls and caws that shivered my bones. They grew clearer as we approached, and when we came near enough to the forest's edge to see past its obstructing trees, the sight before us almost brought me to my knees.

Countless transformed pokemon swarmed about, chasing frantic humans or ganging up on rebelling pokemon that were hopelessly protecting the town. Some of them were merely incapacitated but others died before our eyes, violently and rapidly dispatched so the assailants could return to pursuing the distraught owners of those they had just murdered. None of the people we spotted ran for very long, joining the throngs of others mounted and raped amidst the lifeless bodies of their unconscious and freshly killed companions. They assaulted the humans - some of which I recognized - with savagery and wicked desire, fighting and shoving at each other off as countless needy cocks engulfed their victims, brutalizing every hole and rubbing against any patch of skin they could deprave. Accentuating the horrifying scene, a black cloud of harpy-like flying pokemon twitched and convulsed above the town like vultures, sometimes swooping down to pluck off prey to join the midair orgy. And what rattled me most poignantly were the sounds our neighbors made. Their shouts and cries of duress gradually morphed the longer they were abused, until the air became infected with a symphony of twisted bliss.

Our once quaint town had descended into a perverse hell.

"Mom," I whispered. Ransacked with shock and terror, I couldn't muster any more words as the atrocity further entranced my unblinking stare.

"No!" Bianca shrieked. "Daddy! Mommy!" Tears welled from Bianca's eyes as she made to break for the town in a fit of hysteria. Callu quickly stopped her with a desperate bear hug from behind her back, but the way Bianca fought and struggled to tear herself away, she would have likely escaped had Abigail not joined to lend her strength.

"No!" she shouted again, as she surrendered to her knees in a fit of sobs.

I wanted to cry too, or run, or fight, or lose my sanity; my mom and all the parents of my friends were undoubtedly being submitted to the depravity we witnessed. Half the town's pokemon were likely killed, and, in the back of my head, the thought occurred that this was only the beginning. Whatever this change was seemed to affect a substantial amount, if not the entirety, of the pokemon species and I feared that other terrifying events just like this one were taking place all over Unova. Suddenly I felt my fists start to clench on their own as I turned to face the rest of the group.

"We need to save them!" I commanded. "Our friends and family are getting raped, pokemon are dying, and we're just standing here watching it all happen. This isn't right!"

Bianca glanced at me before she covered her eyes and continued to cry, and Cheren kept his lost eyes steadied at the ground before his feet. Dismay and panic encompassed the professor's face, but she was the only one with enough resolve to look me in the eye, though she struggled to formulate a reply.

"C'mon! What are we going to do, guys?!" I shouted again.

Professor Juniper moved her lips to speak, but before she could, Lilith approached me and took my hands in hers. The contempt she regarded me with from before had been replaced with a look of unshaken neutrality that starkly contrasted with the traumatized faces of the others, and she kept her gaze even with mine as she gently pulled me away from the rim of the forest.

"What?" Like a root in the earth, I stood my ground. "Are you trying to get me to leave?"

Lilith nodded and continued to try and guide me away.

"I'm not leaving them alone! You can't be serious - I'm not abandoning my town! I'm not abandoning my mom!"

"Hilda," stammered Juniper. "I'm sorry but she's right. If we try to fight we'll just meet the same fate as the rest. We'd be putting the lives of our pokemon at risk too." She walked to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder. "We have to run. It's the only choice that makes sense."

"But, professor…." My voice trembled as the repressed droplets finally started to trickle down my cheeks. "We can't…it's not right…."

I sniffed as the stream of tears quelled the flow of my words, until I couldn't open my mouth anymore without risking a sob. Lilith's gentle pull succeeded in uprooting my feet from the ground as I broke into a fit of hysterics. My eyes burned with too many tears for me to see, but I felt Lilith's arms cradle me in an embrace and my arms latched around her in response. I didn't know how long we stayed entwined together with my head crying against her shoulder, but the firm yank of someone tugging at my shirt eventually tore us away.

"We need to go!" commanded professor Juniper, dragging me further into the forest. "They've spotted us!"

My neck twisted around to look back at the town and I caught a ravenous group of poochyenas rushing in our direction. Part of me had lost the will to run but Lilith joined the professor in pulling me away and suddenly I felt my feet start to move on their own accord. My friends had already been summoned to action by their pokemon and were running away, but adrenaline must of have been flooding through me because soon I had passed them with Lilith matching my stride.

Now all that laid before me were the predatory wilds, which I raced through with empty determination.

End Note:

Yay! Now we've officially begun our adventure!

For the nuzlocke run this fic is based on, I decided to go with Snivy as my starter because they're awesome and the idea of Lilith evolving into a lamia with a plethora of naughty vines kind of sounds absolutely amazing.

Also, given that the pace in which I'm writing this is making playing the game REALLY sluggish, I've kind of just been grinding my pokemon in route 1 in my spare time. Maybe this will make them OP, but for those of you who have played Blaze Black, Lenora scares the hell out of me and I want to make sure my babies don't die from her double team of retaliating dickholes.

ANYWAY, thank you for reading!

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