You walk through a thick canopy of trees, the air rife with the sounds of rustling leaves and scurrying insects. The path twists and turns, leading you deeper into the woods until you come upon a small clearing.

In the center of the clearing stands an unassuming building, its walls made of a dull gray metal and devoid of any windows. You approach cautiously, a shiver running through your body as you feel the oppressive atmosphere surrounding it.

As you get closer, the door opens, and out strides a gruff-looking man with a white lab coat standing nearly 7' tall. There are 5 Vaporeons behind him. "Ah, you must be the new trainer. Hello! I'm Professor Cox. Welcome to my laboratory. Are you ready to receive your first Pokemon?"

Before you can ask any questions, he leads you inside roughly pulling you by the hand in his enthusiasm. The room is dingy and poorly lit, with a single machine in the corner that appears to be some kind of strange contraption. It's some form of glass box with one pokeball in it. Professor Cox gestures for you to take it.

As you move towards the machine, Professor Cox's demeanor changes. Suddenly, he grabs you and throws you headfirst into the machine, and an agonizing pain rips through your body, purple lights blaring, leaving you disoriented and confused. Your consciousness fades.

You wake up in the middle of nowhere,

Welcome to the rough and cruel world of pokemon! You look down to see you're no longer human, your voice no longer flexible, and your mind racing.

What kind of pokemon are you? Male or female?

You're now a female Vaporeon! You quickly learn to use your unique Water-type attacks and abilities, like Water Pulse and Water Gun. However, being a Vaporeon also means that you can change between water and vapor form with ease, allowing you to move swiftly through the air and navigate various terrains with grace.

As you explore your surroundings, you see a clearing ahead where four Pokemon are engaging in some sort of territorial dispute. One is an excited-looking Pikachu, another is a defiant-looking Jolteon, and two more appear to be cheering them on from the sidelines, one being a Charmander and the other a Lickitung.

What do you want to do about this situation?

You ignore the territorial dispute between Pikachu, Jolteon, Charmander, and Lickitung and continue deeper into the forest. The trees grow denser as you wander further away from civilization; soon, their towering trunks block out most of the sky above you. You can feel a cool breeze rustling through the leaves, but it's not enough to keep your body warm in this chilly environment.

Suddenly, something hard and scaly brushes against your tail. Startled, you spin around to see what it is; standing before you is a Nidorina with her razor-sharp horn poking at your rear end! "Who do you think you are? This is my territory!" she growls, taking a menacing step forward.

What do you do?

"Fine," Nidorina snorts, "but don't cross the line again." She turns her back to you and stomps away angrily, leaving you free to continue your journey. The woods remain silent for a while longer before you hear rustling nearby; slowly emerging from the undergrowth is a male Squirtle, clearly looking for some action. He takes in your feminine figure with interest and approaches cautiously, his tiny shell clutched tightly in one flipper.

What do you want to say or do to Squirtle?

Squirtle continues to advance on you, his movements growing more confident with each step. He finally stops just in front of you, panting slightly from the exertion. His eyes roam up and down your body hungrily, and he licks his lips nervously. "H-hey there," he stammers out, trying to sound cool despite his obvious excitement. "You look like someone who might... um... be interested in some fun."

What do you say or do to Squirtle?

Squirtle's ears droop in disappointment, but he doesn't give up quite so easily. "C-come on," he pleads, taking another step closer to you. "I can promise you a good time! I might be small now, but just wait!"

As Squirtle continues to insist, another Pokemon appears from the trees behind him; it's a female Eevee, clearly interested in what's going on between you and Squirtle. She pads silently across the leaf-strewn ground until she's standing just next to him, her tail swaying gently back and forth. "E-excuse me," she stammers, blushing furiously. "But I... um..."

Squirtle huffs indignantly at the interruption but says nothing. The Eevee turns her gaze to you, worry evident in her expressive amber eyes. "I-if... um..." She pauses for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing, "If I were to offer myself to you, would you accept?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she trembles slightly as she speaks.

What do you say or do?

Squirtle and Eevee exchange a look of surprise before blushing deeply as they realize what you're saying. The tension breaks, and they both visibly relax, each of them leaning into the other briefly before straightening up again. "R-really?" Squirtle stammers.

Eevee glances at him shyly, her ears twitching. "Together? Just like that?" she asks, almost sounding hopeful.

"I... I don't see why not," Squirtle says, stepping closer to you and Eevee. He hesitates for a moment before reaching out with his flipper to gently stroke her fur. Eevee shivers pleasantly at the contact, arching her back slightly.

As the three of you stand there, tension slowly dissipates and lust takes hold. You gaze at their lithe forms, noticing how they react to your every movement. Squirtle's tiny shell seems to quiver with anticipation while Eevee's fur bristles with desire. The air fills with the scent of arousal as each of you become increasingly eager for what comes next.

Without another word, you lower yourself onto all fours and invite them closer with a soft growl. Squirtle wastes no time, bounding forward and positioning himself between your legs while Eevee circles around behind you, her tail swishing playfully across your back as she leans in close.

"R-ready...?" he whispers nervously, his tiny flipper trembling slightly. Eevee nods encouragingly before pressing herself against him; the two begin to