Title: Red's Moemon Adventure Part 003
Part: Chapter 003
Author: Moe Overload
Keywords: mf, ff, teen, first, tentacles, tease
Summary: Three teens set out an adventure catch every Pokemon, but all of the Pokemon are cute girls.


Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, I'm not making a profit off of this. Besides, these are moemon, not Pokemon. The characters belong to Game Freak and Nintendo, the story belongs to me. If you run a collection on asstr.org (or are mirrored on asstr.org), feel free to post a copy of this on your collection, but do send me a courtesy email at moemon.overload@gmail.com. If you want a copy of this on your site, but you don't meet the above criteria, send me an email, and I'll most likely grant you permission.


Author's Note: If you would like a visual of the moemon, take a look here, warning 5MB http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Moe_Overload/The%20Characters.jpg Note, the previous picture is only a guide, I have added some variety to their appearances.

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The three teens and their moemon headed downstairs to see the League Representative and get their moegears unlocked for battling. They hoped that he wasn't on break. He wasn't, for two reasons. First, the office didn't open until 10, and it was still a quarter till. Secondly, the name on the office door read, Moesha Cole. The rep was a she, not a he.

For the next couple of minutes the three teens sat on a bench across the hall from the closed office and discussed their course of action. They soon concluded that there wasn't much choice; they would backtrack to route 01, capture a rattata and a pidgey from the hordes that lived there and then go west and see what sort of moemon lived on route 22. After that, they figured, they would be done with everything in the vicinity of Viridian, sans the gym that Red and Leaf were in no condition to challenge, and could head north through Viridian Forest to reach Pewter City, home of the easiest gym to challenge. While the teens were discussing serious business, Uma, Leaf's bulbasaur, and Brooke, Daisy's squirtle, were discussing their first sexual experience. Or more accurately, the events leading up to it, since the actual sex was cut short by Leaf panicking when she noticed Uma pass out, and Daisy having a full-blown anxiety attack, despite knowing that her squirtle was supposed to pass out ahead of time.

To Daisy's relief, the moemon's conversation didn't involve Brooke loudly complaining again about the fact that her first time was cut short. However, to Brooke's dismay, it did involve Uma trying, and succeeding, to grab Brooke's dress with her tentacles again and showing the squirtle's panties to the world, or in this case to herself and Kenna, as no one else was in that particular hallway, and the three teens were distracted. Kenna, Red's charmander, sat next too him, not engaging in either conversation. Her abused pussy no longer hurt; it was now more like a dull ache. She was holding the front of her body suit together, where she ripped it from collar to breast while trying to undress earlier. She only noticed after the fact that the body suit had a zipper extending about the same distance as the rip, just on the back side.

With their plans settled, the three teens discussed what strategies Red and Leaf should employ to defeat Brock, the leader of the Pewter city gym. This discussion was interrupted by a heavyset black woman coming down the hallway.

"Three trainers, this early in the morning? Lordee!" She bellowed. "Well come on in." She opened the door to her office and led the trio in, the moemon following their master/misstress. "Are you all together?"

"Yeah," Leaf replied. Red and Daisy just nodded.

"Well good. That means I can do this faster. Pull up that chair," she instructed Red, "and you can all take a seat at the desk. Now, let me see those moegears."

Moesha took Leaf's moegear first, and Red placed his moegear next to Daisy's when he finished moving the chair.

"Let's see, Name: Leaf Holden. Changed since you got it? Good. Age: 16. Oh, you kids just got out of school yesterday. Right. That explains it. Three people showing up here in one day is a lot you know, but three people at once. I had no idea what was going on at first." Moesha laughed, secretly hoping this wouldn't mean even more work for her. "Reason for trainer's license: personal fulfillment and amateur battling."

"Actually, I want to change that." Leaf chimed in. "I decided I want to do the League Challenge."

"Honey, no one reads that. Just leave it like it is. Now let's see that moemon of yours."

Still unconvinced, Leaf helped Uma up onto the desk.

"So, what exactly are you?" Moesha asked.

"I'm Uma. How are you?" the bulbasaur exclaimed, holding out her right tentacle expecting a handshake.

"I asked what, not who. Species, not name." Moesha growled.

"She's a bulbasaur," Leaf answered.

Brooke came out from behind Daisy's chair to to whisper, "She's scary," into Daisy's ear.

"Starter species: Bulbasaur. Condition: No injuries. OK, let's put it in a moeball, and finish you up... What now?"

"They don't have a moeball." Daisy mumbled.

"What!? None of you have a moeball. How'd you get these then?"

"We got them in apricorns." Red answered. Seeing the look on Moesha's face, he quickly added, "But we bought some moeballs, we just haven't transferred them over."

"Then hurry up and transfer them." an exasperated Moesha said.

The trio quickly captured their moemon in moeballs, hoping to keep the angry Moesha at bay.

Moesha took the moeball from Leaf and, while she was plugging Leaf's moeball into her computer next to the moegear, she lectured the teens, "Don't go around using those apricorns of yours. They don't register the moemon to you, so someone could steal them from you by using a moeball. They're more trouble than they're worth, you should throw them away as soon you leave here. OK? OK." With Leaf's moeball and moegear plugged into the computer, she pushed one button on the keyboard. She unplugged the two devices, handed them back to Leaf, and plugged in the next moegear.

"Hmm, Name: Daisy Oak. No changes? Good. Age: 15. What? Reason, reason, reason. Ah! Research on moemon species for the University. You're only fifteen and you're already playing bureaucracies against each other? You go girl. Your dad must have a lot of connections right?"

"Grandpa, actually." Daisy meekly corrected.

"OK, grandpa. Wait. You don't mean Professor Samuel Oak, do you?"

Daisy nodded, hoping that this wouldn't bring out Moesha's angry side again.
"Your grandpa's quite famous, a genius they call him. He's pretty much a household name when it comes to moemon. Ever since he became famous, people have had high expectations for his family. Unfortunately, they say he managed to scare every single reporter out of Pallet town."

"That's true." Red confirmed. "I don't remember all the details, but my mom told me stories about that. I think I was about seven when a bunch of reporters showed up in Pallet Town and started trying to get interviews with Prof. Oak. He told them he was too busy and to leave him alone. They wouldn't take no for answer and they started harassing him, his grad students and most of the residents of Pallet Town to get any scrap of information they could. Eventually Prof. Oak got tired of that and he got his grad students and post docs, including my dad, to catch some rattattas. Then, he told the reporters that they had five minutes to leave Pallet Town. Of course they didn't listen to him, so they sent out the rattatas and and had them bite the ankles of every reporter in Pallet Town. They left in a hurry after that and they haven't been back since."

"That's quite the story. Completely believable through, reporters acting like jackals. I always say, stick it to the man. Stick it to the man, but don't take my job. Ha! Now let's see that moemon of yours."

Daisy released Brooke onto the desk and before Brooke could say anything to make Moesha angry, Daisy said, "She's a squirtle."

"Starter species: Squirtle." Moesha said while typing the information into the computer. She took a quick glance at the moemon. "Condition: No injuries. Put it back in the moeball."

Daisy pointed the moeball's emitter at Brooke and, in a flash of light, the moemon disappeared into the ball, and she handed it over to Moesha.

As Moesha was plugging the moeball into the computer, she continued her one way chat with Daisy, "Researching moemon species, huh? I'm sure you'd love to see the League's data on that, but they don't like sharing it with anyone, so you're on your own. Sorry."

She handed Daisy back her moegear and moeball, and took the last moegear on the desk, Red's. "Your turn mister. Name: Red Martenson. Age: 16. Reason for License: League Challenge. Let's see that moemon, boy."

Red released Kenna onto the desk, and taking a cue from Daisy, quickly said, "She's a charmander." before Kenna could say anything to get the rep angry again.

"Starter species: Charmander." Moesha said as she typed the information into the computer. She glanced over the charmander and noticed the rip in her bodysuit. "How'd that happen?" she asked pointing to the rip.

"She ripped it while she was getting undressed." Red answered truthfully.

"Uh-huh." Moesha said, not believing him. "You know, I'll give you credit for originality, that's the first time I've ever heard that excuse, but it's also the lamest one I've ever heard. I laugh whenever some scrawny teenager comes in and tries to explain battle damage with 'Rough sex,' but you're a big guy, I would have believed you. Whatever. Put it back in the ball, and let me see it." Mumbling, she added, "Condition: No damage."

Red recalled Kenna and handed the moeball over. Moesha quickly plugged it in, hit a key, and handed the moegear and moeball back to Red. "That's it," she exclaimed. "Your moegears are fully activated. Stay safe and good luck," she told the teens while leading them out of her office.

"Thanks," they replied in unison, and headed down the hallway, eager to to begin their journey for real this time.

Moesha watched them go. Once they were out of sight, she figured doing all that work earned her a two hour break. So, she put up a sign, 'Back at 12:20,' locked the door, and went to the break room.
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Packs on backs, moemon in moeballs, Red, Leaf, and Daisy were ready to leave the Moemon Center only to be interrupted by the nurse at the front desk.

"Keys!" she screeched.

"We're going to be back." Leaf replied for the group.

The nurse stared at them, thinking this was the stupidest thing she had ever heard. There's nothing of interest in Viridian, and everyone, except these three idiots she corrected herself, knows that.

"We're going to catch a few moemon first." Red hopefully added.

The nurse corrected herself yet again. Intentionally going out to catch the weak moemon near Viridian was an even stupider premise. "Whatever, just makes sure you bring back the keys or else you'll get fined." She sighed, and went back to work.

Outside, the teens headed south, back towards route 01.

Red asked Daisy, "Do we really need to catch a pidgey and a rattata? I'm sure your grandpa has a bunch of them."

"He does," Daisy cheerfully answered, "but this is my project, not his. I'm not collecting every moemon except those that grandpa already has; I'm collecting every moemon. And since you two have so kindly agreed to help me, we're going to do this right. Buuuu~t," Daisy playfully dragged out the word. "If you want, I can scan Kenna into the moedex, while Leaf trains with Uma and catches a moemon."

"Sounds good." Red agreed.

"Hey, don't I get a say in this?" Leaf interrupted.

"Nope." Daisy replied, sticking out her tongue. "Come back in half an hour. The moedex will be done scanning, then you and Red can switch. OK?"

"Fine, see you two in half an hour." Leaf left her friends near the north end of Route 01 and headed farther south, before veering off into the tall grass.

"Come on. Let Kenna out." Daisy prodded.

"Right." Red pulled out the moeball with Kenna, and released her. "Kenna, Daisy's going to scan you with the moegear. Is that alright?"

Kenna blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the outside light. "Sure," she finally mumbled.

With permission granted, Daisy took the ball hanging off of the moedex, and pressed it against Kenna. In a flash of light Kenna disappeared into the ball. Daisy pressed a few buttons, double-checked that the moedex was scanning the charmander and said, "Let's sit down."

Taking a seat in the shade of nearby tree, Daisy asked Red, "Did anyone ever tell you why my grandpa chased all of the reporters out of Pallet Town?"

"I assumed he just got tired of them harassing everybody."

"No. When my dad disappeared, and my mom ran off to find him, Grandpa hired Mrs. Matsumoto to be my nanny and tutor. That day she radioed him, that she would be fifteen minutes late."

"Oh no," Red whispered.

"Grandpa told her not worry, and told me that she would be there in a few minutes and to wait for her." Suddenly Daisy started laughing, making her words harder to understand. "I h-had no ide-idea what he was thinking l-leaving a six year old girl b-by herself at home." Daisy took a few moments to stop laughing before continuing, "A few minutes later I heard someone pounding on the door. I ran over to an upstairs window and saw a bunch of people that I had never seen before standing in front of the house. And someone was still pounding on the door. I was so scared." Daisy stopped for a few more moments to regain her composure, then continued, "I later found out that when my nanny saw the crowd in front of our house, she ran to the nearest house that had a radio, your house. She told your parents what was going on and asked to use the radio to call Grandpa. Well, your parents let her of course, but your dad ran back to my house, snuck in through the back without any of the reporters noticing and brought me back to your house."

"I... wow... no, no one ever told me that."

An awkward silence descended on the two teens. Suddenly Daisy waved at someone. Red looked in the direction that Daisy was waving and noticed Leaf heading back up Route 01 waving back to Daisy. Red swept his arm up, and brought it down again; his variation of waving which he (and only he) believed made him look cooler.

When Leaf got to a comfortable talking distance, Daisy said, "It's only been ten minutes. We're not done yet."

"I know." Leaf replied, "but Uma's pretty banged up, I'm heading to the Moecenter to heal her up.

"Did you catch a moemon yet?" Daisy asked.

"No, one hit from Uma doesn't weaken them enough for me to catch, and two hits knocks them out. I'm training Uma until one hit from her weakens wild moemon enough for me to catch them."

"Good luck with that." Red added.

"Thanks. See you soon." Leaf waved to Red and Daisy, Red and Daisy waved back.

Leaf briskly walked to the Moemon Center. The nurse at the front desk gave Leaf the evil eye, and Leaf, quite annoyed at the fact that said nurse was painful on the eyes, ears, mind, and sanity, enthusiastically gave one right back. She continued past the front desk, and found the moemon clinic with relative ease. Behind the counter stood a familiar face. Leaf had seen the tall redhead while in town plenty of times. The nurse appeared to be in her mid to late twenties. Her porcelain skin blended in uncannily with the white nurse's uniform. She was so slender that Leaf wanted to describe her as petite, despite the fact that the nurse was a little bit taller than her own above-average height.

"Welcome to our Moemon Clinic!" she cheered, interrupting Leaf's admiration of her. "We heal your moemon back to perfect health. Do you need me to heal your moemon?"

"Y-yes," stammered Leaf.

"First time?" The nurse asked. Getting a nod from Leaf, she continued, "Just give me your moemon, and I'll start healing her up."

Leaf handed over the ball with Uma to the nurse with an anxious grin on her face.

"Don't worry. It'll only take fifteen minutes or so to heal her up, you'll get used to having to hand her over pretty quickly."

As the redheaded nurse headed into the back area with Leaf's moeball, Leaf breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that the nurse misinterpreted her anxiety. "Small talk, Leaf. Figure out some small talk," Leaf whispered to herself.

When the nurse returned, not a minute later, Leaf said, "I didn't catch your name..."

"Oh sorry! I didn't introduce myself. My name's Rachel Bliss, I'm in charge of healing moemon if you haven't noticed."

"I'm Leaf Holden. I'm a brand new moemon trainer, if you haven't noticed." They laughed at their mutual use of the same bad joke. "What made you want to be a nurse?" Leaf asked.

"When the moemon appeared, I thought they were the most adorable things ever. I decided that I was going to work with them when I grew up. Childhood dreams die hard. When I heard about the possibility of working as a nurse, I decided I was going to do it, and I haven't regretted it. Plus, it's a great job."

"You never considered being a trainer?"

"Only for a little bit. I think..." Rachel stopped herself before she stuck her foot in her mouth. "I don't think I could actually go through with making a pact with a moemon."

"Oh." Leaf replied, understanding the subtext in Rachel's statement.

"What about you? What made you want to be a trainer?" Rachel asked Leaf.

"Simple, I want to get out of here."

"Here?"

"Viridian, this place is the dumps."

"Really? I think Viridian is the prettiest place in all of Kanto. The city is quiet and surrounded by nature, crime's virtually non-existent, although, there is an annoying lack of eligible bachelors. That's not enough to get me to want to leave. I promise you, you'll miss this place once you leave."

"Maybe I will, but I need to experience more of the world than just this city or I'll go mad."

"I see that you also have the other teenage itch."

"Huh?"

"The need to get out and see and the world."

"And what's the first itch?"

"I'm sure you're well aware of that itch."

Leaf racked her mind trying to figure out what Rachel meant by that statement. Once she figured it out, Leaf let out an ebmarressed, "Oh."

Fortunately, the awkward silence was interrupted by a beeping from the back. Rachel left and returned moments later carrying Leaf's moeball. "She's all healed up. I hope to see you again... err... not that I want your moemon to get hurt or anything."

The two shared another awkward laugh, said goodbye, and Leaf left the clinic. To Leaf's great joy, the front desk was empty and she exited the moemon center without being accosted by that hag of a nurse.

Back on Route 01 Leaf spotted Red and Daisy sitting in the same place that she saw them fifteen minutes earlier.

Daisy also spotted Leaf and shouted, "Just a few more minutes!"

"OK!" Leaf shouted back, chuckling when she noticed that Red was rubbing one of his ears. She wondered if he was just playing or serious, but either way she found it funny.

Leaf chose a different spot than last time, entered the tall grass and released Uma. "Ah. I feel much better." The bulbasuar proclaimed.

"Good," Leaf told her. "Because now it's game time."

As if to punctuate her words, a wild rattata stumbled upon Leaf and Uma. The rattata wore a knee-length, purple and beige dress with matching purple knee high socks and brown shoes. Sticking out from the moemon's purple hair was a pair of large animal-like ears. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and in stark contrast to the rest of her hair, the rattata's bangs were a pure white.

While Leaf was examining the wild moemon, Uma got into a fighting stance. "Tackle!" Leaf ordered.

Uma charged forward, and ran into the rattata. The collision brought Uma to a stop, unharmed, while the wild rattata fell backwards. The rattata picked herself up. Her hair was disheveled, and the back of her dress was stained with grass and mud with a few tears revealing bits of bare skin underneath. She charged at Uma, but it wasn't as strong as Uma's tackle. Uma merely fell on her butt, but the much more fragile material of her sweater dress meant that instead of causing small rips, like on the rattata's dress, most of the material covering Uma's butt was ripped off, leaving only a few yarns covering Uma's pink panties.

Leaf took a glace at Uma's exposed panties. An idea popped into her head, but she put it aside and instead ordered Uma to tackle again. Uma made contact with the wild rattata again, but this time, the rattata began to glow and then disappeared in a shower of yellow sparkles.

"I think I grew stronger!" Uma exclaimed.

"That's great!" Leaf exclaimed, while palming Uma's exposed pink cotton panties.

Uma pressed her butt harder against Leaf's hand and said, "I also learned a new move."

"Oh?"

"Yup. Leech Seed."

"I think that's going to be pretty useful." Leaf gave Uma a light smack and the butt and proclaimed, let's get moving we have to catch ourselves another moemon."

"OK!"

The two continued until they 
saw a brown and tan figure in the grass.

"Uma, tackle that pidgey!" Leaf commanded.

Uma dashed forward and crashed into the pidgey that was quite oblivious to their presence. The pidgey tumbled head over heels, the band holding one of her three bunches of brown hair snapped and the poofy shoulder of her brown and tan dress tore allowing the entire left sleeve of her dress to fall off. The wild pidgey eventually landed face down, dress flipped up exposing the top half of her pantyhose, was now covered in numerous small rips and tears.

Running to where the two moemon were, Leaf yelled, "Quick! While she's down use leech seed!"

Uma turned around, the center of her bulb-like hair bun opened up a tiny bit and launched a seed.

The wild pidgey had gotten up and right when she turned to face Uma, she was hit by the seed in the stomach. The small seed didn't faze the wild pidgey and her tackle caught Uma by surprise.

Uma fell forward and slid through the dirt and grass for a short moment. When she picked herself up, the front of her sweater dress looked only slightly more intact than the back. The many holes in the fabric exposed lots of skin including her entire right breast and the upper part of her left breast, including the nipple. Because she tried to catch herself, her hands were covered in small cuts and abrasions.

While Uma was getting up, the seed that she launched at the wild pidgey sprouted four tendrils which spread out a little bit, dissolving any clothing that they came into contact with. As the tendrils grew, they sucked a little bit of energy from the pidgey, which Uma absorbed. With that energy, Uma's hands healed, and a few tendrils of yarn began trying to regrow the dress over Uma's exposed bum.

Feeling energized Uma shouted, "She's gonna pay for that!"

"No! Use growl."

Rather than tackle the pidgey and finish her off, Uma followed Leaf's order and growled at the pidgey. Uma's growl intimidated the pidgey and when she tried tackling Uma, a short moment of hesitation almost allowed Uma to sidestep the blow. However, Uma wasn't quick enough, and a strand of her sweater dress that was separating two of the larger holes on the front of her dress got caught in the pidgey's right shoulder strap and tore away, exposing most of Uma's midriff and the front of the waistband of her panties.

Again the leech seed's tendrils grew, sucking energy from the pidgey. While the tendrils had started growing in an X shape, they now started going for particular targets. The two lower tendrils looped back along the pidgey's waist to her sides, and the tendrils growing up, adjusted their path and almost reached the pidgey's small breasts.

With the energy taken from the pidgey, Uma's dress continued to fix parts of itself. A few more tendrils of yarn added themselves to the effort of covering Uma's butt, while others worked to close other gaps on the front of the dress.

"Keep using growl."

Uma growled and Leaf wondered whether the ripped clothes made Uma look more or less intimidating. Not changing its pattern, the pidgey charged at Uma again. Although she was even more intimidated than last time, the pidgey made contact, but an involuntary urge to stay away from the bulbasaur made her hesitate right before hitting Uma, and the resulting impact was barely enough to force Uma to stagger backwards.

By now, the leech seed's upper tendrils had reached the pidgey's small breasts and wrapped around the outside of each mammary and met up above her breasts. When the fabric of the pidgey's dress was dissolved there, the entire front of the dress, from stomach to breasts, fell to the ground. The lower tendrils, on the other hand, had almost reached the back of the pidgey's waist. The lower half of the dress was now only held in place by a small strip of fabric at the back and the top of the pidgey's pantyhose was visible again.

"Just a little longer Uma. Use growl again."

Uma growled, and the wild pidgey charged again. However, running put too much strain on the small stretch of fabric holding the bottom half of the dress up. Her dress tore and the lower part of the dress slid down the pidgey's legs. She tripped over the remains of her dress and faceplanted before even reaching Uma.

The leech seed continued growing. The upper tendrils were now aiming for the pidgey's arms, but they had also sprouted much smaller tendrils which were now assaulting the pidgey's bite sized breasts. The lower tendrils traveled down the pidgey's butt cheeks, on either side of her crack, met up at the crotch and started wrapping themselves around the pidgey's legs.

The repair to Uma's dress was proceeding nicely thanks to the energy that the leech seed was sapping from the pidgey. Her butt was now covered in a grid of yarn. Although it didn't do anything about the visibility of her panties, it at least reduced the chance of Uma's dress falling off.

"Keep up the growls."

Uma growled at the pidgey as she was trying to pick herself up. However, the pidgey soon realized that she didn't have the strength to break the leech seed's grip on her upper thighs and could only get herself up into a kneeling position. From that position, the back of the pidgey's hose and panties fell off because they weren't connected to anything, and with nothing supporting them, the front of the pidgey's hose and panties fell forward. This left the pidgey completely exposed to Leaf's gaze.

Figuring that the pidgey was weak enough, Leaf threw one of her four remaining moeballs at the pidgey. The pidgey was engulfed in a blue light and sucked into the moeball. The ball shook three times as the pidgey tried to escape her new home, but to no avail. 

Leaf picked up the moeball, and hugged Uma. "We did it. We caught a moemon for the first time. Now let's go to Daisy and get you scanned."

"You're squeezing me too hard."

"Oh, sorry."

"Can I go back in the ball?"

"Why?"

"I... I don't want anyone to see me like this." Uma mumbled.

"What? Celebrating our first capture?"

"No. With all my torn clothes."

"You should stand tall and proud at your achievement, not hide in a moeball." Leaf licked the thumb and index finger of each hand and rolled each of Uma's nipples through holes in the sweater dress, "These should stand tall and proud also."

Rather than complain, Uma gave in to the pleasure that Leaf was giving her.

"OK, now let's go find Daisy." Leaf ordered.

They left the tall grass and headed north toward Viridian. Uma was looking around frantically, trying to make sure that no one would see her in her current state, but they didn't run into anyone. They found Daisy in the same spot as earlier, but Red wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Where's Red?" Leaf asked.

"He left to train Kenna and catch a moemon. Oh, he told me to tell you to tell him whether you caught a pidgey or a rattata, so he can catch the other one."

After taking a few moments to parse Daisy's sentence, Leaf used the moegear to call Red and tell him that she caught a pidgey. 

"Uma's kinda beat up." Daisy mentioned.

"Not really," Leaf replied. "Her dress just gets torn very easily. She's embarrassed, but I enjoyed the walk over here."

"Hey!" Uma pouted. "You lied to me."

"No I didn't. I just said that you shouldn't hide in the moeball. Although, I guess I did forget to mention that the only reason was because I think you look incredibly cute with with your panties visible."

A wave of embarrassment interrupted Uma's anger, and Leaf took advantage of the opening to get Uma into a reverse hug. Rather than holding her at the waist though, Leaf groped Uma's breasts. Uma was flustered from Leaf's actions, but she enjoyed the attention and even got a thrill out of putting on a show for Daisy. She didn't even complain when Leaf stopped rubbing and started drawing circles with her finger around Uma's right nipple, and stretching the hole over her left breast to do the same to the other nipple. By this point the two girls were starting to get wet, and Uma, with a moemon's physiology, had already thoroughly soaked her panties.

Although she was enjoying the show almost as much as Leaf and Uma were enjoying putting it on, Daisy decided to interrupt them because she was afraid that she would start masturbating in front of them. "I think I should start scanning Uma."

"Awwww." Uma whined.

"No, she's right. We can finish tonight." Leaf kissed Uma's right ear. "I promise."

"Okaaay." She said, hoping to make it clear how big of a favor she was doing the world.

"Then scoot." Leaf ordered, and gave a light smack on Uma's butt. The moemon's panties were so soaked though, that Leaf's fingers picked up some of Uma's moisture. 

Daisy said, "Let's get started," and pressed the dongle against the bulbasaur, and Uma disappeared in a flash of light. Daisy started up the scan, and announced, "And now we wait."

"Did you get a chance to battle yet?" Leaf asked Daisy.

"No, not yet."

"Really? You were so eager to break the rules and battle earlier."

"That was more for the thrill of breaking a rule. Besides, I was scanning Kenna."

"But, doesn't the moedex do that automatically? You could have gotten a few battles done while scanning."

"I... yeah. I didn't think that through all the way."

"That's OK. We can go now, if you're up to it."

"Sure."

"Great. Get Brooke, and let's go beat up some wild moemon."

Daisy put the moedex away, and pulled out the moeball containing Brooke. "You know, you make moemon battles sound so much worse than they are when you say it like that." She let her squirtle out of the moeball, and after giving her a moment to get herself oriented, Daisy said, "Are you ready to go kick some butts?"

"Yup." Brooke replied.

Daisy took Brooke's hand and ordered, "Then let's go."

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Another tackle from Brooke caused the pidgey to disappear in a shower of yellow sparkles.

"Great job," Daisy congratulated the slightly beat up squirtle. "Do you feel up for another battle?"

"Sure!" Brooke answered.

"With a battle under your belt, the next one should be easier." Leaf commented.

"If knowing what moves my moemon can use doesn't make the next battle easier, then I don't know what will." Although the sarcasm was a bit more pointed than Daisy intended, a smile told Leaf that she was joking.

Brooke turned back to Daisy and Leaf to tell them that next battle could be harder if the next moemon that she faced was stronger, but before she could say anything, a purple streak emerged from the grass and collided with Brooke. Intertwined, the blue and purple forms of Brooke and the wild rattata that blindsided her tumbled through the grass.

Although she was completely caught off guard, the shell that she wore on her back protected Brooke from the brunt of the blow. Before the two moemon came to a stop, Daisy had already started shouting orders, "Quick, get up and tackle the rattata!"

Brooke picked herself up, but she didn't fully regain her balance before trying to tackle the wild rattata. Her tackle suffered as a result and the rattata didn't take much damage. As Brooke was moving back to give herself some space, the rattata spun around in a complete circle and hit Brooke in the face with her purple ponytail. 

"Keep using tackle!" Daisy ordered.

This time, with enough distance to get a running start and not off balance, Brooke hit the rattata squarely and sent her sprawling. The rattata's dress proved sturdy and survived intact, minus some stains, but the rattata herself wasn't as lucky. She hit her head hard and the hairband that had the large animal-like ears snapped and fell to the ground. Her right thigh had hit a sharp rock and a large gash opened up, spewing blood down her leg. Ignoring the pain, the wild rattata picked herself up, noticed that she was missing one of her shoes, kicked the other off, and charged at Brooke.

Brooke braced for the incoming impact, but a purple hair got on her face. In the moment it took Brooke to shake the hair off, the wild rattata hit Brooke squarely in the chest. Again Brooke was hit by a tackle that she wasn't prepared for, but this time, her shell didn't protect her. Brooke was sent flying by the surprisingly strong tackle. She landed on her shell, which shattered, driving fragments into the squirtle's back.

"Brooke!" Daisy shouted worriedly.

Brooke picked herself up, the tattered shreds of the back of her tan dress were soaked in blood. The stain was quickly spreading further down her dress to the mostly intact skirt portion. A bump was growing where Brooke's head snapped back after impact and hit the hard ground. Brooke didn't notice that her shoes were gone somewhere. She charged at the rattata that had hurt her this badly, following Daisy's last order, she barely registered the pain from fragments of her shell cutting deeply into her bare feet. Brooke's tackle was weak, but it was enough. The wild rattata disappeared in a shower of yellow sparkles. Brooke felt proud for a fraction of a second, but then the pain that she had been ignoring finally registered. She collapsed on the ground, chanting, "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow..."

Leaf and Daisy stood stunned at the sudden burst of violence. Daisy snapped out of it when she heard Brooke crying, and ran over to her moemon.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get better." Daisy told Brooke. Then she pulled out Brooke's moeball, and recalled her. Brooke disappeared in a flash of blue light. Wiping a tear, Daisy ran as fast as she could to the moecenter, to get Brooke healed.
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Chapter 3 end. Title: Red's Moemon Adventure Part 002
Part: Chapter 002
Author: Moe Overload
Keywords: mf, ff, teen, first, tentacles, reader orgasm denial
Summary: Three teens set out an adventure catch every Pokemon, but all of the Pokemon are cute girls.


Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, I'm not making a profit off of this. Besides, these are moemon, not Pokemon. The characters belong to Game Freak and Nintendo, the story belongs to me. If you run a collection on asstr.org (or are mirrored on asstr.org), feel free to post a copy of this on your collection, but do send me a courtesy email at moemon.overload@gmail.com. If you want a copy of this on your site, but you don't meet the above criteria, send me an email, and I'll most likely grant you permission.


Author's Note: If you would like a visual of the moemon, take a look here, warning 5MB http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Moe_Overload/The%20Characters.jpg Note, the previous picture is only a guide, I have added some variety to their appearances.

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Red's alarm went off at six. His enthusiasm was enough that he didn't bother hitting the snooze button, but it wasn't enough to get rid of the morning grogginess. He showered and put on some clothes. Downstairs he was met with a familiar sight. Like most mornings, his mother was up before him, and making breakfast. It was only two years ago that he learned enough about the world to realize just how special that was.

Red's mother, Delia, was the youngest daughter of a rather well off couple. They had made their money off of Pallet Town's tourism. The amount of tourists was never so large that it destroyed Pallet Town's beauty, but its pristine shoreline was the result of two highly organized clean up events held every year. One to clean the natural debris from a year of Nature taking her course, and another to clean up human debris from three months of human vacationing. You could say that they lived off of the land, but not quite as literally as Delia currently did.

Red's father, Thorvald, was an aspiring young research assistant working under Professor Samuel Oak, a not particularly well known marine biologist. Cinnabar Island was the hotspot for marine biology research, but Professor Oak did not have the clout to get space on Cinnabar. So he built a lab a short boat ride away in the seaside village of Pallet Town. It was there that Thorvald and Delia met. The two eventually got married, but not before Thorvald went through an examination from hell from his future father-in-law.

Delia was seven months pregnant with Red when a great cataclysm occurred. The sudden disappearance and presumed death of 90% of the world's population was blamed on a relativistic meteor impact in Antarctica. Supposedly the meteor was too small and moving too fast to be detected. It was quickly dubbed third impact, much to the dismay of everyone familiar with meteor impacts on Earth, a reference to the collision that created the moon and the K-T extinction impact as first and second impacts respectively. The sudden appearance of moemon coinciding with this cataclysm brought the percentage of people believing this explanation down to zero, with countless conspiracy theories popping up to try to explain this mystery. Nonetheless, the various governments on Earth stubbornly stuck to this explanation even as they were collapsing. With the drastically reduced population and enormous damage to infrastructure, it became physically impossible for any sort of central government to effectively rule. Countries with a federalist form of government adapted easily by having the lower levels of government take over what was normally done by the federal government, exercising at last the sovereignty that they supposedly had. Unitary governments, fared much worse when the central government was dissolved. Although there were local authorities, the importance of the national government made them ill prepared for independent operation.

Prof. Oak, like a vast majority of the marine biologists at Cinnabar, as well as a wide variety of scientists from various other fields, switched careers to xenobiology to study the newly appeared moemon. In the ensuing years, Oak made a name for himself as a moemon researcher, and he established a close working relation with many of the researchers on Cinnabar Island including Blaine Katsura and Dr. Fuji. Thorvald was occasionally tasked with gofering between Oak's Pallet based lab and Blaine's lab inside of the behemoth research complex lovingly nicknamed "Moemon Mansion." Unfortunately for Thorvald, there was an accident in the Moemon Mansion while he was over there. The explosion killed all of the researchers that were in the building. The only people that survived were the ones who, through sheer fortune, were not in the vicinity of the building.

Shortly after the accident, Delia found herself the recipient of hush money, and she decided that it would be smarter to just accept it and not question her husband's death too deeply. Between being the sole inheritor of her deceased parents' modest savings, the hush money, and a frugal lifestyle that Delia and Thorvald had gotten used to, Delia was able to raise Red without the financial pressures that single motherhood usually entailed. She was a constant presence in her son's life, and made sure that she instilled in Red the same old-fashioned values that her parents taught her, and most importantly made sure that he grew up well.

Not being inside of a metropolitan area, Delia couldn't receive a Basic Living Stipend with which to buy food from the Fuchsia farms. Instead, she converted much of the land that she owned into a modest farm, which provided her and Red with all of the fresh vegetables that they needed, and a few fruit trees from before third impact provided them with fresh fruit. Delia also traded the surplus fruits and vegetables for food that she couldn't grow, like grains and dairy. But most importantly, she traded with old man Sloan for the fish that he caught.

Red wasn't surprised that his mother was making breakfast for him, it was normal, even though he realized how lucky he was. He was surprised by what she was making for breakfast. She was making pancakes, which was rather uncommon, but Red knew that among other things, his mother traded her vegetables for flour and butter, and they had pancakes a few times a year. What really caught his attention was that she was also making scrambled eggs. That meant that his mother must have gone to Viridian the day before and bought them. Eggs weren't as prohibitively expensive as meat, but Red knew that it was a luxury that his mom shouldn't have splurged on.

"Mom?" he questioned, "You bought eggs?"

"I figured it was a special occasion, with you going out on your own. It won't kill me to buy you something special. Besides, you're going to need the energy. You're going to be on your feet all day, and I can't have you running out of energy. Now eat up." Red's mom put the plate of scrambled eggs and pancakes in front of Red, and took a plate with vegetables and a pancake for herself.

"Thanks mom." After a quiet breakfast with his mother, Red gathered up his stuff. "Alright, I'm heading out."

Delia went over to her son and hugged him. "Stay safe and be sure to take care of yourself. Try to stay in a group, and no funny business."

"Mom, that's part of the job description."

"With the girls." Delia said in an exasperated voice. "As for the monsters, the less I think about it, the happier I'll be."

They exchanged goodbyes, and Red went to Prof. Oak's house. Oak and the two girls were eating breakfast. Oak asked if Red would like some, but Red declined. When Leaf and Daisy finished eating, Daisy double checked that she had everything she needed for their adventure, and Oak took the trio to his lab. He led them to a table where he had three fruits, the size of large apples, that none of the teens recognized.

"These are hollowed out apricorns. Inside are the three moemon that I captured. This was, oh, 11 years ago. Silph Co. hadn't produced their moeball yet, so I captured these the same way Stephanie Harrington caught a moemon for the first time, with a hollowed out apricorn. Of course, she managed to do so on accident, whereas I used her knowledge to capture these moemon on purpose. Unlike all of the pidgey and rattata that live near here, no one has seen another one of these moemon. These three girls got me to where I am today, the undisputed moemon expert, and even my knowledge of moemon is sorely lacking. I want you to take these three moemon and capture every kind of moemon that you run into. A complete collection will help moemon research enormously. To help you keep track of your collection, I made this device. I call it a moedex. It can interface with a moemon, and it will download data about the moemon directly from the moemon, and send it back to me. Of course, you need to have made a pact with a moemon for this to work, just catching one isn't enough. I'll need you to get data on these three as well."

Leaf inquired, "Wait, so you didn't make a pact with these three?"

"Oh no, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't get rid of the thought that these were human girls, not moemon."

"But don't moeballs break after a week if they're holding a moemon that hasn't made a pact with a trainer?"

"Yes, but that's only true for moeballs, apparently that's a design limitation in the moeballs not something naturally occurring. I've had these three for 11 years and they haven't broken out yet. I let them out every once in a while and put them back in, but they never break out by themselves." Oak opened the three apricorns, "Now pick which one you want."

In a flash of light, three moemon, each the size of a pubescent human girl, emerged from the apricorns. Standing barefoot, the first one wore a long-sleeved green sweater dress that reached down to her knees. The dress had dark green blotches on it, and another one of those dark green blotches was on her forehead, extending down to the bridge of her nose. Her light green hair was pulled back in a bun that looked very much like a bulb and two long pigtails extended down from that bun. With a mischievous grin she said, "I'm a bulbasaur."

The second girl wore a white body suit with an orange jacket over it, which was open in front. The sleeves of the jacket were rolled up, exposing the bare skin of her forearms. She had on a pair of orange fingerless gloves and her orange thigh-high boots had little claw decorations where her toes would be. Her red hair was pulled back in a braid, and tied off with a hair clip that looked like a tongue of flame. With a fierce look in her eyes she said, "I'm a charmander."

The last girl wore a tan dress with blue slippers. Her blue hair was cut in a simple style and framed her round face perfectly. High on her back, she wore a backpack that looked like a shell with a blue tail coming out from the bottom. That "tail" was actually the end of a very long ponytail that ran under the girl's backpack, and emerged from the bottom. In an enthusiastic voice she said, "Hi, I'm a squirtle!" blushing when she realized that her voice squeaked on "hi."

Red and Leaf shouted almost instantly, "Charmander!" "Bulbasaur!" The two moemon looked at the two humans that called them, but didn't move towards them.

The unclaimed squirtle walked up to Daisy and said, "I guess that means I pick you, or maybe you pick me? I guess its the same thing."

Daisy stroked the squirtle's blue hair, "I think the two of us are going to get along very well. Can I call you Brooke?"

"What?"

"Your name, can I call you Brooke?"

The squirtle looked at Daisy with wide, sparkling eyes, "Y-you're giving me a name?" Daisy nodded. "I was in that fruit for so long I didn't think anyone would give me a name!" In the blink of an eye, Brooke went from being two feet away from Daisy to giving her a powerful hug, the top of Brooke's head rubbing against the bottom of Daisy's underwhelming breasts, "Oh thank you, thank you!"

Daisy hugged the blue-haired girl back, oblivious to the fact that they were the center of attention. The charmander mumbled something about Brooke not being able to control her emotions. The bulbasaur, meanwhile, got another mischievous grin on her face. Using one of her long pigtails like a tentacle, she lifted the hem of Brooke's dress up to the bottom of Brooke's backpack, revealing Brooke's baby blue cotton panties to everyone present.

Feeling a slight chill in her nether regions, Brooke realized that she was flashing everyone in the room. She let go of Daisy, which, in turn, prompted Daisy to let go of Brooke. She spun around, grabbing the bottom of her dress from the bulbasaur's pigtail tentacles. However, this maneuver made Brooke lose her balance and she fell down, with her legs apart. Again, she was flashing her audience, but the angles were such that only Leaf and the bulbasaur could see up her dress. Brooke quickly blocked off the view of her panties, her face completely red from embarrassment.

Leaf walked over to the bulbasaur that was cracking up. "Do you want to be my partner?"

"I might as well. What name will you give me?"

"Hmm, how about Uma?"

"Uma? Uma. Ooooooma. I like it, it's very fun to say!"

"Great, Uma it is. I'm sure the two of us will have lot's of fun together, and if you're nice to me, I'll show you some interesting things that you can do with those hair... tentacle... things of yours."

"Yay!"

Red walked up to the charmander, "Do you want to join me?"

"Why?"

"Why? Because I want to challenge the Elite Four of the Moemon League, and I need moemon in order to do that."

"No, why did you pick me?"

"Because you looked the strongest of the three."

The charmander puffed out her flat chest, "I guess you're not as dumb as you look. You can identify strong moemon just by looking at them. So what are you going to call me?"

"I-I don't know. Give me a few minutes to think."

Oak spoke up, "While you're thinking about a name, let me explain how to use the moedex." He picked up the moedex. It was about the size of his hand, and fairly thin, with a baseball sized ball attached to it by a cable. "You can open the moedex up if you want to use it to check data on a moemon you've already captured. Most likely though, you'll be using the moedex to record data on a moemon. All you need to do is take a moemon that you've already captured and made a pact with and put it in this device that looks like a moeball. Then the moedex directly interfaces with the moemon and downloads data from them. Then," he said, pulling out a cable, "You can use this to connect the moedex to the moegear. This way you're able to send the data back to me over the moegear's phone connection. Also, you need to be very careful with this. The Moemon League doesn't like authorizing things that can interface with the moegear, something about protecting the proprietary nature of their device. Anyway, I managed to convince them to allow this, but be careful with it, we don't want it falling in the wrong hands." Prof. Oak handed the moedex to Daisy. "Even though this is Daisy's project, I hope the two of you will help. This is a great undertaking in moemon history, but I'm confident that the three of you can pull this off.

"You need to activate the moegears for battling. I don't know why they make such a big fuss about this, but you'll need to head to the nearest moemon center and ask for the league representative, they'll help you through the process, unless they're on break, then you'll have to come back the next week." Oak gave another hearty chuckle. Noticing that his teenaged audience didn't laugh, he tried to explain the joke, "It's a government office, they're obligated to make your... Ah never mind, it wasn't that good of a joke either. Like I was saying, go talk to the League rep at the Viridian moecenter to activate your moegears for battling. You'll probably need some spare moeballs, I doubt the league will let you keep those three moemon in their apricorns; you'll need to transfer them to moeballs that are compatible with the moegear. Oh and don't forget to... uhm..." Oak stammered, "make a pact with the moemon before you see the rep. I think that's everything here, get going you three."

"Wait!" yelled the charmander. Pouting, she continued, "You still haven't given me a name."

"Oh right," Red replied, "How about Rouge?" the charmander tried to twist her face in disgust and terror, the end result looking humorous rather than disgusted or terrified, and caused Red to crack up. "I'm ki..." a chuckle interrupted his sentence. "...kidding. How does Kenna sound?"

"That's a much more... acceptable name, but I will have my revenge for this."

"Since you like the name," said Red, "I guess we actually are done here. Let's go to Viridian."

"Hey," Leaf interjected, "Who made you the leader?"

"I'm Red. Red's always the leader. What would you have said to do?"

"Go to Viridian, of course." Leaf replied.

"Wow, I'm a great leader, even when my followers are arguing with me they agree with me."

"That's not what I meant!"

Shaking his head, Oak said, "Just like a married couple."

Upon hearing this, Red and Leaf stopped, realizing that their argument did in fact sound like a lover's squabble.

"Get going!"

"Alright, bye Prof. Oak."
"Bye, thanks for the moemon"
"Bye Grandpa!"

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The three teens headed north, up the safe path of route 01. Conversation was sparse this early in the morning. After a particularly long stretch of silence, Daisy said, "I've been thinking. We have moemon, so why are we sticking to the safe path?"

Red replied, "Weren't you listening to your grandpa? League rules say we can't battle until we get our moegears activated."

"But how will anyone know? Our moemon are stored inside of a fruit, not a moeball. It can't interface with the moegear, because it's a fruit, not a machine."

Leaf jumped into the conversation, "What if your moemon gets hurt, the rep will notice if Brooke has taken any damage."

"Rough sex?" Daisy offered. "Fine, I'll wait until we get the moegear activated."

The rest of the journey passed in relative quiet. Once they reached Viridian City, Leaf first stopped by her house, changed out of the clothes that she had been wearing since the day before and put on something more appropriate for adventuring, jeans and a t-shirt. Leaf grabbed her travel backpack, but she ran into her parents as she was leaving.

Fifteen minutes later, Leaf left her house, backpack in tow.

Red asked, "What took so long?"

"My parents were waiting for me as I was leaving."

"Oh-oh."

"We actually had a nice discussion."

"No way," said Red, incredulous at the news.

"Way. We talked about... stuff. Probably normal stuff, except normal isn't really normal for us. You know?" Red and Daisy nodded, mumbling something in the affirmative. "They told me to be safe, keep out of trouble, they even wished me luck. I thought they hated the idea of me doing this, but they really want me to succeed."

While Leaf was discussing the pleasant change in her relationship with her parents, the three teens headed towards the MoeMart, to buy some moeballs. Inside the MoeMart, were shelves of various healing and ability boosting items for moemon. Red's mom and Leaf's parents didn't give them too much spending money since any decent trainer could make enough money competing at the publicity events at various gyms. The moeballs were behind a counter manned by a slightly overweight 20-something year old male. The teens had to show their Moegears to prove that they were over sixteen and trainers. In his cursory glance at their moegears, he failed to realize that Daisy was in fact under sixteen.

Red and Leaf each bought 5 moeballs like they had originally planned, spending 1000 each. Including the ball that should have come with their starter moemon, they would have been able to catch a League regulation team of 6 moemon. They didn't bother taking into account the possibility of a moemon breaking out of a moeball during capture, figuring that they could just buy spares later, if they needed to. Unfortunately their plan was shot because their starter moemon didn't come in regulation moeballs, they came in a fruit, so they would have to transfer their starters to a regulation moeball. Also, Daisy's project meant that although they could still save up their moeballs and only catch the moemon they wanted to keep on their teams, it was both more practical and polite to help her with her project.

Daisy surprised her companions, and the clerk, when she bought 15 moeballs, spending 3,000. In his best attempt at a seductive tone, which sounded more like a condescending sneer, the clerk said, "Fifteen? I think we have a little minx here if she needs 15 moemon to satisfy her." Handing over the moeballs, he leaned in closer and continued, "Or maybe they're all missing the right equipment, and you realized that need a /real/ man to satisfy you. I get off at 3, what do you say I give you a hands on demonstration?"

Hearing this conversation, Leaf stormed back up to the counter, grabbed the plastic bag full of Daisy's moeballs in her left hand, grabbed Daisy by the elbow with her right, and dragged the stunned girl out of the store. "Ignore that creep. We have more important things to do than worry about him. To the Moemon Center!" Rather than releasing Daisy's arm, she dropped her hand to meet Daisy's, and the two walked hand in hand to the Moemon center like the schoolgirls that Leaf no longer was, and technically Daisy never was. Walking with them, Red realized that he was falling behind on the race for Daisy's heart.

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Inside the Moemon Center, Red asked the nurse at the front desk for three rooms. Again, all three teens presented their moegears, but unlike the clerk, this nurse noticed the discrepancy in Daisy's date of birth. They spent the next ten minutes unsuccessfully trying to convince the nurse that Daisy had simply gotten a special exemption from the League. When the nurse finally gave up expecting Daisy to come clean she called the League registry office to prove that Daisy had a falsified moegear. To the nurse's dismay, she learned that Daisy's moegear was in fact legitimate, and handed the teens three keys to rooms in the center. Annoyed with their disruption of her personal fiefdom, she didn't bother pointing out which direction the rooms were in, and instead went back to the paperwork that consumed most of her time. Eventually, the teens found their rooms on the second floor, not particularly close to each other. They agreed to meet back in the second floor common area when they had finished their business.

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Red entered his room. Though, to call it a room was an insult to utility closets around the world. The room had a single bed, which Red was convinced the center paid extra to make as uncomfortable as possible, a desk and a chair. "I'm sure a prison cell is larger this. Then again, this is 'free,' not much I can do about it." He released Kenna from her apricorn. "Are you ready?"

Kenna's dark blue eyes scanned the cramped room, "We're going to do it here?"

"Not much of a choice, unless you feel like doing it outside."

"Outside would be much better than in here."

"Sorry, someone might see us outside. Now get those clothes off."

Kenna started getting undressed. She did so neither quickly nor sexily. It would be more accurate to describe her stripping as leisurely or even indifferent. When she was down to just the white body suit and her flame shaped hair clip, she looked up at Red, "What are you waiting for?"

While Kenna was struggling to remove her stretchy body suit, Red stripped naked in record time. In fact, the charmander was now on the floor in a vain attempt to wiggle her arms out of the fabric's elastic embrace.

Red started toward his struggling moemon. "Let me help you with that."

"No!" the girl responded.

Surprised at the refusal, he ordered, "Come here."

"You're not my master yet!" As she yelled this, she pulled too hard and tore her suit from the collar to in between her small breasts. The tear made it easier for Kenna to slip her arms out and slip the body suit off. The body suit quickly joined its compatriots on a pile on the floor.

Master and moemon looked at each other. Neither had any previous experience to compare their partners with, so they just looked. Trying to avoid a negative reaction, Red phrased his next command as a question, "To the bed?"

Frustrated with her earlier wardrobe malfunction, Kenna didn't complain about Red's politely worded command. Instead, she stepped to the bed and plopped down on it. She lay straight as a board, with her legs together and hands at her side. The slight flare of her hips was lost in her rigid pose. Even her exposed breasts were reduced from small to nearly non-existent due to gravity, and her nipples didn't even harden after being exposed to the warm air.

Had she known the saying, Kenna would probably have been thinking of England, but she was in Japan, and had never heard of that saying. Furthermore, she wasn't even human, despite the fact that she looked indistinguishable from a girl showing a preview of puberty's handiwork.

The waves of sheer disinterest emanating from the charmander were powerful enough to make their presence known even to someone in a sensory deprivation tank, which is to say that this sixteen year old male guessed that going straight to the fucking might be a bit of bad idea.

Not having the internet readily available at home was not enough to deter this teenaged male from seeking out pornography. It was harder to find and available only in smaller quantities, but still infinitely easier than trying to get anything more than an accidental peek at her panties out of Leaf, or anything at all from Daisy. The stories that Red read in the magazines weren't as explicit, let alone extreme, as something one might find on the internet, but they provided the teen with a basic guide that he hoped would help him during his and his moemon's first time.

Red joined the charmander on the small bed. He kept his weight on his knees and right arm. He went straight for Kenna's nipples; his mouth attacking her left nipple, and his left hand rubbing her right nipple and squashed breast. His tongue playing with with Kenna's nipple and areola, Red didn't notice any reaction on Kenna's part, so he switched nipples. The thin layer of Red's saliva on Kenna's nipple started to evaporate once it was exposed. The sudden bit of cold hardened her nipple and broke her concentration, allowing a moan to break through Kenna's self-control.

Realizing that he could harden the charmander's nipples with a little cold, Red moved his mouth away from Kenna's now wet right nipple, and gently blew on it. The deliberate effort put into this nipple made it harden stiffer and faster than the first one. Red went back to the first nipple to balance them out, and remembering something he read in a magazine, he lightly bit Kenna's nipple.

"OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!! Stop that!" She cried out in pain.

Red had made the novice mistake of confusing what a light bite means to a nipple (or any other sexual organ), and what a light bite means to everything else. Kenna brought her hands up and tried to push Red away from her, but right before her hands reached Red, she brought them even higher and clapped her hands instead of grabbing Red's head. Much as she tried to deny it, Red was her master, and the compulsion moemon had against harming their master had kicked in.

Fortunately for Kenna and her budding mammaries, her yelp was enough to convince Red to keep moving lower. He first explored Kenna's hairless slit with his fingers. He found that despite his amateur attempts, she was already wet and he tried sticking his finger into the charmander's vagina. He wasn't even up to the first knuckle when he ran into Kenna's hymen. Figuring that Kenna was already wet enough, he pulled her back and lined the two of them up. Red placed his cock near Kenna's vagina, thrust, and missed. He tried again, and missed again. On the third time, he used his hand to guide his way in. This time he succeeded and the head of his cock rested inside of the moemon's tight passage. With a thrust of his hips, Red broke through Kenna's fleshy barrier and plunged his cock all the way to Kenna's cervix.

Again Kenna cried out in pain, but this time the pain was tempered with a little bit of pleasure. After a moment, Kenna stopped feeling the pain, not because it stopped, but because her brain was too busy rewiring itself to notice, let alone react to, the stimulus she was receiving from her vagina.

Red assumed the silence was permission for him to continue and he began gently rocking his hips back and forth. In long slow strokes, he repeatedly pulled back until just the head of his cock was still inside of Kenna, and back in until he gently bumped against the moemon's cervix. He could only fit half of his cock in the girl's fleshy sheath, but he luxuriated in the feeling nonetheless. Red noticed that his erection was larger than normal, in both length and girth, and wondered in how many other ways real sex was better than masturbation. So he did the only logical thing, he thrust faster and harder. At higher speeds, bumping up against Kenna's cervix was no longer a nice feeling, so Red tried to make his strokes shorter and closer to the start, rather than the end of the charmander's tunnel. Unfortunately, as anybody who is or was a teenaged male can attest, that shift can spell disaster. And disaster it did spell as Red's cock slipped out of Kenna's vagina. It took a few moment of futile humping for Red's brain to notice the sudden lack of pleasure coming from his cock, and for the sex haze to clear from his mind.

Not knowing that Kenna was unconscious, Red tried to make his accident look intentional by leaning forward to suck on the girl's nipples while he lined up his cock again. After a few warm-up strokes, Red began thrusting harder into Kenna's tight pussy. What little of Red's brain wasn't enjoying the amazing feelings that he was experiencing was focused on not letting the earlier accident happen again. This time, he managed not to slip out despite the increased enthusiasm in his fucking, but only at the cost of a few painful bumps against the moemon's cervix. Luckily for Kenna, she was still unconscious and didn't feel anything.

Red's increased pace soon brought him to the most intense orgasm of his life and he thrust hard as he sprayed the entrance to Kenna's womb with his spunk before rolling off of the girl. Feeling proud of losing his virginity and overwhelmed by the power of his orgasm, Red managed to ignore the feeling that he was forgetting something and dozed off.

Red napped for about as long as he had fucked, so about five minutes, before he was awakened by movement and noises from his moemon. Kenna started moaning. To Red's inexperienced ears, it sounded like she was building up to an orgasm, but soon she stopped and opened her eyes.

Kenna looked down at her abused vagina and saw the pink liquid of her blood mixed with Red's semen. Curiosity got the better of her, and the moemon slipped a finger down to her vagina, scooped a little bit of the concoction flowing out of her, and brought it to her mouth. The strong taste of iron immediately made her regret her curiosity, but her pride kept her from spitting it out, so she instead quickly swallowed the unpleasant liquid.

Red was ready for another round, but he knew now was probably not the best time to push his luck. Red tried cuddling with Kenna on the uncomfortable bed, but she was still as uninterested as ever. Instead, Red was mentally reliving the experience and trying store the memory so he could always remember his first time.

Kenna, on the other hand, was busy trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Her pussy ached from entrance to cervix, and the last thing she remembered before waking up was Red breaking through her hymen. The rest of her experience was a complete blank; she couldn't remember anything about it. And despite that, a small part of her was saying that the pact was made.

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Meanwhile, in Leaf's room.

Leaf was sitting on the side of her bed, Uma straddling her lap. Leaf was hugging the bulbasaur with one arm, the other holding the back of the moemon's head. The bulbasaur had reciprocated in kind, hugging Leaf with two arms, and wrapping her hair tentacles around the back of Leaf's head, and joining up at the back of her own head, just above Leaf's hand. Joined at the lips, the fully clothed girl and moemon were making out.

Leaf started to run out of air, and so released her grasp on the back of Uma's head and tried to lean back. Unfortunately, she was held quite firmly by Uma's hair tentacles. Fortunately, it only took a little bit of squirming for Uma to realize what was happening and release her grasp on the back of Leaf's head. Green tentacles slipped free of brown hair, and Leaf took a deep breath.

An apologetic look from Uma aborted Leaf's urge to chastise the moemon. Instead she examined one of the receding tentacles and exclaimed, "That's not hair!"

Confused, Uma replied, "Of course not. It's a tentacle, silly."

"But..." Leaf stammered, grasping for words. "They're braided, and connected to that bun on your head." She reach out to see if the bulbasaur's bulb-like bun was in fact made of hair. It was.

Still not understanding her mistress's shock, Uma confidently stated, "It's a perfectly normal place to have a pair of tentacles... I think." With much less confidence she continued, "I never actually met another moemon with tentacles on her head, but that's probably just because I was cooped up in that lab with the other two for so long." With unjustified confidence she concluded, "I'm sure every bulbasaur is just like me and has tentacles on her head."

Leaf rubbed the bulbasaur's shoulder and tried to reassure her. "I wasn't saying it was bad, I was just surprised, that's all. Besides we have more important things to worry about than why your tentacles look like braided hair. Like, why I'm not naked yet, or more importantly, why you're not naked yet."

Without letting Uma respond, Leaf gently pushed Uma off of her lap, and, in a swift motion, removed the bulbasaur's sweater dress. Leaf's gaze traveled down the moemon: from her head full of green hair (with a pair of tentacles in the back), to her budding breasts, to the pink cotton panties covering her virgin pussy, down her thin legs, to her bare feet, and back up again. After absorbing this picture, Leaf quickly undressed. She noticed that while she was undressing, her moemon had slipped out of her panties.

Leaf, now naked, grabbed the equally naked Uma, and jumped into bed. She was lying down on her back, with her moemon on top of her. Leaf started kissing Uma again, but rather than simply holding the moemon like last time, her hands started exploring the bare skin of her moemon. 

By this point, her mother's romance novels were no longer helping Leaf. From the beginning of the encounter, some of the specifics were off, seeing as neither partner was a 6' 3" Italian supermodel, but now the books were quite useless due to a distinct lack of any members from the "has a penis" demographic being present. Luckily for Leaf, she had plenty of experience playing with herself and discovering her own erogenous zones, so she made the mostly correct assumption that the bulbasaur had the same zones.

She couldn't get to her hands to the moemon's nearly flat chest, so instead, Leaf stroked Uma's side with one hand, and grabbed her tight butt with the other. Leaf quickly concluded that there wasn't enough butt to be worth grabbing, and reached a little farther to explore Uma's pussy. She was surprised to find it so wet so quickly, but assumed that it was useful, necessary even, for when moemon had sex with men. Leaf couldn't imagine that any man would be patient enough to let their partner get lubricated before plowing right in.

Leaf broke the kiss and tasted the juices covering her fingers. The moemon's juices tasted a little more earthy than Leaf remembered her own juices tasted like, but she concluded that she liked the taste. Feeling a little mischievous, Leaf kissed Uma again, the taste of the moemon still strong on her lips. Leaf didn't know what sort of reaction to expect from the bulbasaur, and was only slightly disappointed to get none whatsoever.

Figuring they might as well get started on the main course, Leaf commanded, "Turn around and eat me out."

A confused Uma replied, "Why do you want me to eat you? We're supposed to be having sex. Besides, moemon can't hurt their trainers."

"No silly," Leaf chuckled, "Eat me out, not eat me. It means that I want you to lick my pussy."

Theatrically exaggerating the motion, Uma looked behind her and then around the room, tentacles accidentally hitting Leaf in the face. "But I don't see a cat anywhere," she said, before erupting into a fit of giggles.

"Why you little..." Leaf interrupted her own feigned indignation by slapping one of Uma's butt cheeks with each of her hands. Uma's terminating giggles were replaced with full-on laughter. "Fine, I guess I'll show you how it's done. Turn around."

Uma figured that letting Leaf get to the pact-making was going to be more interesting than a little more mischief, so she complied with Leaf's order. She situated herself into a sixty-nine position, but the height difference prevented both of them from getting to the other's pussy at the same time, ruining the primary purpose of the position.

Leaf didn't mind. She assumed that this problem would crop up when she first saw the bulbasaur, and had it confirmed when they were making out just minutes earlier. Plus, she already found out that she liked the taste, and figured she might as well give first, rather than receive first as she had originally hoped.

Leaf examined the pussy before her. It looked similar to how she remembered her own looked like in the mirror when she explored her own privates. Admittedly, it was upside-down and much closer, not to mention hairless, but everything was where it was supposed to be.

Figuring that there was no time like the present, Leaf dove in. She started with a long lick from the bottom, or more accurately, top, of the moemon's cleft up. She elicited a moan out of Uma when her tongue rubbed Uma's clit, but she kept going, licking up all the way to the bulbasaur's perineum. Not particularly interested in rimming the moemon, Leaf ended the long lick there. She was surprised by how much of the moemon's nectar she had picked up. Having more than just what she could pick up with one finger, Leaf got a better taste of Uma's juices. She revised her description of the taste. Earthy was a bad term, but Leaf couldn't describe the taste in words.

A little fidgeting from Uma prompted Leaf to stop pretending to be a connoisseur of fine moemon lubricant, and get back to the oral sexing. After a few more long licks like the first one, Leaf changed her pattern. She sped up, and focused only near the entrance to the Uma's vagina; her attempts at licking up all the discharge at the source were futile. With Uma holding a low, constant moan, Leaf went back to long strokes, finally giving some attention to Uma's stiff nubbin again. This time, as Leaf passed her tongue over Uma's vagina, she felt her tongue slip into the tight channel. Exploration quickly revealed that the moemon's hymen prevented Leaf's tongue from going in more than a tiny bit. Leaf decided to save breaking the bulbasaur's hymen for a better occasion. She applied a little more pressure with her tongue, testing the integrity of the thin membrane.

Uma's moans, slowly tapered off, and Leaf took this as a sign to get back to giving her moemon some oral pleasure. After a minute of pleasuring her moemon, Leaf noticed that Uma was suspiciously quiet. Leaf stopped her ministrations for a moment and tried to figure out why Uma was quiet. "Uma?" With no response from the bulbasaur, she shook the moemon and raised her voice, "Uma?"

With still no response, Leaf started to worry. She rolled the bulbasaur off of her stomach and moved to examine her. She immediately found Uma's eyes to be glazed over and unfocused. A jolt of fear coursed through Leaf's veins. Dozens of ideas of how this happened ran through her mind, each possibility more improbable than the previous. "Calm down Leaf," she said to herself, pacing in the small room. "She's still breathing, she just fainted. This is a moemon center, they'll know for sure what's wrong with her. I just need to bring her downstairs and let a nurse examine her and make her get better."

Unable to find fault with her own reasoning, Leaf went back to the bed and picked up Uma. The feel of Uma's skin rubbing against her own reminded Leaf that the two of them were still naked. As bad as this situation was, it was not 'run naked in the halls while carrying another naked girl in your arms' bad. Leaf figured she could spend the minute or two to get herself dressed and at least slip Uma's dress back on.

A minute or two soon became three or four. Leaf had dried herself and Uma off with the sheets, and dressed herself. She was struggling to put Uma's dress on when she felt the moemon stir. "Uma! are you OK?" Leaf shouted.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

"What happened?"

Uma was still as oblivious as someone that had just awoken out of a deep slumber. A few moments later she finally responded, "Why are you dressed?"

"You passed out, I was going to take you to see the nurse."

"Oh right... the pact..."

"What? No. Don't worry about that now. How do you feel?"

"No... I mean... I passed out... pact done... Also... head hurts."

"Shhhh, lie down. You'll feel better in a little bit."

Leaf sat on the edge of the bed. She rubbed Uma's head, hoping to make her feel better.

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Meanwhile, in Daisy's room.

"They say when I break this, you're going to black out for a little while. Are you ready?" Daisy asked her moemon.

"I guess so," replied Brooke.

Daisy knelt on the floor. Her panties were down near her knees; one hand devoted to rubbing herself under her dress. Brooke was completely naked and lying on her back on the bed with her feet planted wide on the floor. Brooke's surprisingly soaked pussy was on display for Daisy's gaze. Daisy couldn't resist the temptation and leaned in to taste the juices flowing from Brooke's undersized and over-lubricated pussy. The squirtle's nectar was light, with no real taste standing out.

Figuring that she had wasted enough time, Daisy brought her other hand and in a swift motion broke through Brooke's hymen with her fingers. As expected, the moemon passed out while her brain was rewiring itself to recognize Daisy as her mistress. Daisy found herself incredibly turned on by what had just happened. It wasn't the fact that she and Brooke had just shared their first time with each other that got her excited, but the fact that she now essentially owned the girl-like creature lying naked in front of her. Sexual thoughts coursed through the fifteen year old girl, and she bowed to their will, increasing the pressure and frequency of the hand rubbing her pussy.

After a few minutes, which somehow managed to simultaneously feel like a few seconds and a few hours, a stray thought managed to make it through Daisy's sexual haze. /Is Brooke alright?/ This thought quickly multiplied, and gnawed at Daisy's mind. /What if I messed up? What if there's something more that I needed to do? What if the bleeding won't stop on its own? Maybe Brooke needs medical attention. Maybe I'm killing my own moemon unknowingly. Maybe there is a reason why trainers have to be at least 16. Maybe they knew these things before they tried making a pact with a moemon./ Daisy could feel her pulse quickening and her stomach tightening. /What will I do if something happens to Brooke? I haven't even started my adventure, and it's going to end here because I killed my moemon./

"Stop. Stop. Stop!" She yelled at herself. "There is nothing wrong here. The packet said that this happens. Moemon black out when you first make a pact with them. It even said not to worry. It laughed that all the trainers that don't read the packet freak out when their moemon blacks out. It would have said something if I needed to do something special. Brooke will wake up soon, so stop panicking."

/But she's bleeding.../ The voice in Daisy's head countered.

"Of course she's bleeding. Girls bleed their first time. Everyone knows that. All those stories said so. Those books about puberty said so. Even Grandpa said so." Daisy chuckled remembering that particularly awkward conversation, funny in retrospect, but uncomfortably awkward at the time. "I know bleeding only lasts a little while."

/How do you know? You never tried./

"I'm saving myself for someone special."

/They don't like you that way. They think you're a freak./

"Both of them kissed me! How obvious can they get!"

/They're just messing with you./

"No they're not. They like me."

/Maybe as a friend. They were too eager to leave you behind. They don't love you. You're ruining their adventure. It was supposed to be a date for them./

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!"

/It's true./

"2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, 37, 41, 43, 47, 53, 59, 61, 67."

"What are you counting, mistress?"

Daisy jumped in surprise, gasping for air.

"I-I'm sorry for startling you." Brooke apologized.

Catching her breath, Daisy replied. "Don't worry. I didn't notice that you woke up. I was just listing the prime numbers. It helps pass the time. Let's get you dressed"

"Awwwwww. But I thought we were going to have sex."

"I know, but I don't feel up to it right now. Later, OK?"

"Alright," Brooke reluctantly agreed.

While the squirtle was getting dressed, Daisy grabbed some tissues from her pack and wiped her slit before slipping her panties back up and straightening her dress.

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Daisy and Brooke were sitting on a couch in the second floor common area.

"Come on. That was lame. Our first time should be better than that. Let's have real sex this time." Brooke whined.

"No." Daisy replied emotionlessly.

"They aren't here yet, we have plenty of time. Puh-leeeeeaze."

"No. They'll be here soon." As if to punctuate Daisy's brusque words, Leaf emerged from the hallway, carrying her bulbasaur in her arms. "See, there's Leaf and..." Daisy struggled to remember the bulbasaur's name.

"Oooooma. Her name's Uma." Brooke happily pointed out.

"Right, Leaf and Uma."

"Really, I'm fine," Uma said while squirming in Leaf's arms.

Leaf was already struggling to carry the moemon, and the added squirming forced her to put Uma down. "You've already said that," Leaf told her moemon. "But that can't be normal. We should at least ask Daisy, maybe she knows something about that."

"Ask me what?" Daisy asked.

"When I was ea- uh, making a pact with Uma, she blacked out and I..."

Daisy silently interrupted Leaf by raising her index finger on one hand. She dug through her pack and pulled out an unruly mess of papers. Leaf and the two moemon watched silently as Daisy flipped through the papers, eventually pulling out a familiar looking, if highly abused, packet. Without uttering a word, Daisy passed the packet to Leaf, her fingers pointing at a paragraph under the section titled "Your Moemon's First Time."

Leaf read the indicated paragraph, her face growing redder as the information packet that she was supposed to have read mocked her. "Oh," she said when she finished the paragraph, and handed the packet back to Daisy, who shoved it unceremoniously back into her pack.

"'Oh' what?" the curious bulbasaur asked.

"You were right, that was normal."

"See. I told you so," bragged Uma with her arms crossed, and her tentacles on her hips.

While Leaf laughed at Uma's ridiculous posture, not knowing if she was serious or not, Daisy finally spoke up, "Do you think Red read that?"

"No way." Leaf replied. "We filled out the application together. We raced through it. I even think we threw our copies of that packet away." 

"You think he's going to panic?" Asked Daisy.

"Oh Definitely," replied Leaf.

They passed the next couple of minutes with small talk. Leaf had Uma show off her tentacles to Daisy, and Daisy discovered that Uma loved having the spot where her tentacles connected to her head rubbed. Brooke was about to complain about being ignored when Red walked into the common area with Kenna waddling behind him.

"He doesn't look like he's panicking," whispered Leaf.

Leaf, Daisy, Uma, and Brooke, were all staring at Red. Red looked back at the two girls and their moemon. Kenna was still trying to catch up to Red at her slow waddle. "What?" Red asked, finally breaking the silence.

"How was it?" Leaf asked.

"Great." Red replied warily. "What's with this interrogation?"

"No blackouts to report?" Leaf continued.

"If you're trying to guilt-trip me into feeling bad for taking an after-sex nap, it's not working. You're just confusing me."

Daisy tried to clear the confusion, "Did- um, Kenna- did Kenna black out?"

"She had an after-sex nap, also."

"She didn't black out after you broke her hymen?" Daisy continued interrogating.

"Nooo." Red replied, wondering what the girls were trying to get at.

"Yes," interrupted Kenna.

"Or yes, and I just didn't notice," Red corrected. "Now why do you want to know?"

"Because we wanted to see you panic," Leaf explained.

"Oh, I guess that means you panicked?" Red asked Leaf.

"Yes! Do you know how scary it is to suddenly have your moemon go completely unresponsive?" She replied.

Figuring it was best to not answer that question, Red asked Daisy, "What about you?"

"Oh no, I was expecting it. They wrote about it in that packet that you threw away."

"You don't have Leaf's excuse, but you didn't have sex with me." Brooke complained again.

Daisy blushed from the sudden change to a personal topic. "I- I wasn't in the mood." She lied. "Next time. OK?"

"Fine." Brooke pouted.

Red and Leaf both misinterpreted this exchange in the same way. To Red's pleasure, and Leaf's displeasure, they assumed that Daisy wasn't interested in sex with girls, not that she had an anxiety attack while Brooke was unconscious.

Seeing that the conversation was about to veer off into awkward territory, Red tried to get a reaction out of Leaf, "Pacts are made, so let's go activate our moegears."

Deciding not to take the bait, Leaf instead replied with sarcasm, "If you say so, oh brave and fearless leader."

Clutching his stomach, Red exclaimed, "Sarcasm! My only weakness!"

Laughing, the three teens and their moemon made the arduous trek downstairs to see the league rep and hoped that he wasn't on break.

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Chapter 2 end.  If you enjoyed this story, found an error, or wish to contact me for some other reason, send me an email to moemon.overload@gmail.com I'd like to thank my editor Siroco for his help in improving this story. The only promise that I can give about this story is that the releases will be slow and irregular.