Hokemon Fire Red 00

Disclaimer:

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This is smut, so I don't have to tell you that some of the behavior here is problematic when imitated in real life, neither do I have to tell you that all the 'facts' mentioned in the story are a load of baloney, but I will anyways coz some of y'all stupid. There are some things in this story that a lot of people may not like, so reader discretion is advised. All characters are above the age of 18 and if you have a problem with some of the fetishes in the categories, please avoid reading this. Thank you.

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PROLOGUE

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-opening music plays-

-title card flashes-

-press start-

[PROFESSOR COKE]: Hello There! Glad to meet you! Welcome to the world of HOKéMON! My name is COKE, people affectionately refer to me as the Hokémon Professor. This world is inhabited far and wide by creatures called HOKéMON. For some people, HOKéMON are pets with benefits. Others use them for breeding battles. As for myself, I fuck... I mean study HOKéMON as a profession.

Let me guide you through some of the various types of texts you'll encounter throughout this game:

{LOCATION} - This will tell you the name of the city, region or building that the protagonists are in.

{location description} - These are to be treated as a picture described using words. The player can use this to visualize where they are or skip these lines of text based on their preferences.

-non-player and in-game actions- This will appear whenever there's a wild Hokemon in the area, when you pause the game etc.

[character dialogue]: - This indicates who's talking.

(character action) - This indicates the actions or facial expressions of the character talking.

Your very own HOKéMON legend is about to unfold! A world of wet dreams and misadventures with HOKéMON awaits! Let's a-go!

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For the past two days, Ray's mom spared no effort in making sure that all the preparations for her son's journey were underway.

She was a buxom 5'5 woman in her 40s with wide hips, a relatively slim waist and slightly big arms. She didn't have a belly but her slight love handles gently spilled over her panty line. Her thicc thighs and shapely calves held up her generously proportioned glutes adorned with faint traces of cellulite. Apart from that and a few barely noticeable wrinkles on her face, her skin was unblemished and radiant. She wore a grey apron over a low-cut yellow sundress, her hair tied in a messy bun. She had thin lips, hazel eyes and a rounded nose on an oval shaped face.

She bought him a new bagpack from the store, packed a few ready-made meals for him, she used the lab she worked at to dehydrate and packet some of it. She had already washed and ironed all of his clothes, underwear and socks. She polished his shoes. She bought him "slim-fit" condoms from the store. She knew that the regular ones didn't fit him from when she tried putting it on him while giving him the birds and the bees talk. He got annoyed, embarrassed, angsty, a little confused and pushed her out of the room shortly after; he didn't talk to her for an entire day. With everything pertaining to her darling boy's journey taken care of, she had time to do the household chores she had put off.

{LAUNDRY ROOM}

{The room has a tall white washer aligned to a wall. Next to it is a cabinet and above it is a floating shelf on which detergent and other laundry realted stuff are kept. In front of the wall opposite to this is an ironing board and a laundry basket. The wall adjacent to it has a window with shut curtains. The wall opposite to that has the entrance and switches}

Ray's mom set down the empty laundry basket and opened the washer's door, an experimental one that could both wash and dry clothes in the amount of time it takes for a regular washing machine to just wash. She invented it back when she went to high school to get the attention of a guest lecturer.

She took the clothes out of the drum and carefully tried to move them all to the empty laundry basket. Cooking with Cockney aired their last episode the night before but she couldn't watch it then because of how busy she was; there was no way she'd miss the rerun that morning.

[RAY'S MOM]: I guess I'll just fold these as I watch the show, I wonder who Rachel slept with to pay for her step-grandpa's crayon inhaling addiction... wait... could it be...

Due to her momentary distraction, a pair of Red's yellow Dickachu undies fell on the ground.

[RAY'S MOM]: How careless of me (shook her head in disapproval and bent down to pick it up)

Just then, she noticed something under the washer. Her eyes grew wide.

[RAY'S MOM]: Red's whorizard plushie! So that's where it was! How did it even get here?

She pivoted the washer just a little so that she could reach behind the washer more easily and get the plushie out of there.

She dusted it off and put it on top of the washer. She cracked a warm smile and held one hand to her heart, her eyes almost teary. It reminded her of her darling boy on the day she first saw him.

-flashback-

It was a rainy evening in the lab. A baby holding on to a little whorizard plushie in a picnic basket, wrapped in a red blanket was discovered on the doorsteps of the lab in Bullet Town.

His cries almost went unheard due to the loudness of the thunder storm.

Fortunately for the child, one of the scientists there, a woman who was obsessed with HOKéMON, happened to open the door and brought him in.

Everyone in the lab stopped what they were doing and in a flurry of panic, drew from their limited knowledge of baby care to try and stops the baby from crying.

After a chaotic few minutes of running around, synthesizing diapers using their advanced 3D printers, changing the baby's current diapers and feeding the child some milk, a small conference was held around a table in the chemicals lab.

The subject of what will happen of this child and who is to raise it was debated for nearly 2 hours in hushed tones, lest the baby wake up. The meeting ended when a rather surprising conclusion was made. A young woman stepped up and decided to raise the baby as her child.

She had been obsessed with HOKéMON all her life, from infancy to adulthood. Naturally, she grew up to be an introvert who didn't get to live her life much in the traditional sense.

While all her friends went on dates, picnics, became HOKéMON trainers etc., she had been studying tirelessly to become one of the most brilliant minds in the HOKéMON world.

She managed to gain a lot of prestige and accolades as a scientist, but after a point of time, whenever she saw a baby or family somewhere, she felt a tinge of longing in her heart.

So when the opportunity presented itself, she dedicated her life to raise this child like a true mother would.

There would be a lot of sleepless nights henceforth where he cried endlessly, even after she pacified him and went back to bed.

There were days filled with changing diapers, finding the right food to feed him and then the arduous act of trying to get him to eat the food.

But that isn't to say, it was all work and no joy. In quiet moments like when he was asleep or when he was playing with toys or when he crawled on the floor, she smiled with yearning eyes, thinking that it was all worth it.

As he grew a little older, she started teaching him how to read and write.

It was a struggle at first. The boy didn't seem to have that natural affinity towards reading and writing that she did when she was a kid.

She kept buying him new toys since always broke them easily.

He always made the ugliest looking drawings for his mother in return which she accepted and treated like they were masterpieces.

He also made them on birthdays, festivals and everytime his mother looked tired or sad.

He became a bit more rebellious once he got older, as most young boys often do.

His affection for his mother didn't dwindle by any means, yet there was an outward show of defiance and casual indifference towards parents which kids, or rather teenagers his age, found 'cool'.

That behavior of his stopped soon however when one day, an argument he had with his mother about something rather trivial drove him out of the house.

His worried mom looked for him everywhere, tears rolling down her eyes uncontrollably. When she found the boy close to the jungle, she hugged him tightly and broke down crying.

He could never forget his mother's pain-filled expression from that day and decided to never do anything that would hurt her.

Ever since, they had made it a ritual to go to the local cafe to get ice cream on Thursdays.

One day, the ritual suddenly stopped and he started hanging out with friends instead.

As a mother, she knew that she had to be happy for him. She knew that it was a good thing that her son had so many lovely friends, but a part of her wished she could spend more time with him.

After all, she dedicated nearly half her life to him.

-present day-

She let out a long sigh. After she was done reminiscing, she picked up his Dickachu undies and put them back in the basket, a bittersweet smile on her face.

The soft rays of the morning sun shone through the white curtains in the Laundry room. Ray's mom looked at the clock, it was almost time. She decided to go check on Ray to see if he was ready for his big day. A part of her wanted him to forget something so that she could spend just that much more time with him.

{RAY's ROOM}

{There's a giant red carpet in the center of his room where his TV and video game console is, to the left of the TV is a bed aligned with the wall. Behind the bed is his study table with an old white PC on top of it. The desk is cluttered with stationary, books and papers. To the right of the study table is his bookshelf and on the top right corner are the stairs leading down to the first floor. The walls of the room are decorated with posters of popular breeders, rare HOKéMON and video games. In one corner is the bathroom}

For as long as he could remember, Red wanted to be the best HOKéMON breeder that no one ever was. To catch them was his real test, to train them was his cause. He wanted to travel across the land; searching far and wide. His dream was to stand on the world's greatest stage with the trophy of Best HOKéMON breeder in his hands. And that was a dream he still hadn't woken up from even after getting 8 hours of sleep.

[RAY]: (kisses his pillow) I owe it all... Professor Coke... Mom...

He mumbled in his sleep. The softness of his blanket caressing his bare skin coupled with the slight cold made him reluctant to leave his bed.

"Ray! Ray! Ray!" he could hear the audience scream his name in his dream.

[RAY's MOM]: Ray! Ray! Ray! Wake up! Today's your big day! (switches tone from sweet and motherly to demonic) WAKE UP!

His mom's voice thundered from the room's entrance.

[RAY]: (groans) Moooom! It's waay too early! (gets up and rubs his eyes)

[RAY'S MOM]: You'll be late for your big day! Don't you wanna be the very best that no one ever was?

[RAY]: My big day? (his eyes snapped open) My big day! (that woke him up) Oh shi-

[RAY'S MOM]: language!

[RAY]: Sorry Mom

[RAY'S MOM]: And here I thought I wouldn't get a chance to say goodbye if he left too early! Seriously, what am I gonna do with this boy? (Rolls her eyes and mutters to herself as she walks back downstairs to take a shower)

The day was finally here! The day that would later be remembered as one of the most important days in the history of this quaint town! Our protagonist, Ray of Bullet town had finally turned 20! Which meant only one thing! He was finally old enough to be a HOKéMON breeder!

This enchanting world was filled with magical creatures called HOKéMON. They were everywhere! Each having unique elemental or superb abilities. The humans of this world had figured out a way to domesticate these fascinating creatures and get them to help humanity make significant advances in architecture, engineering, scientific research, medicine, etc.

What they were most popular for however were breeding battles. The people of this world needed the best of the best. In order to accomplish that, they had to breed the best of thr best. Initially, people used to train HOKéMON for televised battles.

After that barbaric tradition was abolished in the recent years, big media and all the players that benefited from these battles found an alternative way to keep their machinery running. It was called 'Breeding Battle'.

HOKéMON were significantly less fertile than humans, so in order to keep their population alive and by extension, the planet's ecosystem alive, humans needed to breed them.

To breed them, they had to be kept in an "enclosure" (that looked like an arena but technically wasn't) and had to do a "mating ritual" (that looked like a battle but technically wasn't) before they had sex. Their intercourse was "supervised" by breeders.

These "breeding sessions" could be televised because it was technically a "scientific program" that enhanced our knowledge of HOkéMON reproduction. Thus, the companies that ran these battles basically did the same thing again, with sex included as an added bonus. These were super successful and made more money than the battles ever did. They became so popular that everyone and their uncle wanted to become a breeder!

Ray leapt out of his bed and ran to the bathroom to freshen up. He quickly stripped and ran into the shower in a cartoonish way. He stopped abruptly when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and decided to check himself out first.

His slim body revealed a faint trace of muscle and abs. He flexed his biceps, only to be disappointed. Not that one needed to be ripped to breed HOKéMON anyways. He looked at his cock in the mirror, it was two inches long and quite thin when flaccid and could grow to four and a half inches when fully erect, still rather thin, making it look a little longer than it actually was. He attempted to spin his cock like a helicopter but it only went up and down like a switch. He let out a disappointed sigh.

Despite what it looked like, despite what he looked like, Ray wasn't someone who obsessed about the way he looked. He wouldn't have worried about it if it wasn't for what happened on that day. The incident that shaped his teenage years.

-flashback-

It happened one month after his 18th birthday.

Professor Coke's grandaughter Gerri didn't seem to like Ray very much.

In the beginning, he assumed that her coldness towards him was a due to her popularity and to a certain extent, that was true.

She was one of the most good looking girls in school. She was strong, good at sports and had good grades too.

People treated her like a queen and she didn't seem to mind much. She had her very own clique that she tolerated being around, but it was almost impossible to befriend her. Everyone who had tried failed miserably and got hurt in the process.

Ray was almost the complete opposite of her. He was warm, kind and approachable. What he lacked in strength and intelligence, he more than made up for in spirit. He easily made a lot of friends.

He never understood why Gerri didn't want to be his friend, or anyone's friend for that matter, but he was determined to make her his friend too.

He even asked her grandpa and his mentor, Professor Coke for advice.

All of a sudden, she wasn't just cold to him, she tried to actively belittle and hurt him.

She tripped him in public and told him to watch where he's going, she went extra hard on him during PE, hitting him hard with baseballs, dodgeballs, making him run her errands and belittling him when he did something wrong.

One day, at judo, an activity that Ray was pretty good at, things got super competitive between them. A crowd had slowly gathered to watch their competition.

In the end, she beat up red pretty badly then extended her hand to help him up.

He is eyes glowed with happiness.

He thought he was finally able to break through to her. He grabbed it and was about to get up when she suddenly let go of it. Ray fell on his back.

He tried to get up but before he could, she slammed her foot on his chest and pinned him to the ground. She gave him a warning in front of everyone. Stay away or I'll hurt you like you've never been hurt before.

Being the naive and optimistic boy he was, Ray saw this as a sign of her extending her hand of friendship in an indirect way, so he just smiled and didn't heed her warning. This only annoyed her further.

One day, she barged into the men's restroom and cornered Ray, his back against the wall.

She stood almost a head taller than him, looking down at him with a menacing glare.

One of the girls in her clique was busy making a video on camera.

Gerri punched his face. He tried to fight back, but was no match for her. She had always been stronger than him and he knew it.

All his punches were aimed at her face and all of them missed their mark. She kneed his gut, grabbed him by his hair, looked into his eyes.

She smiled with sadistic pleasure, as if she enjoyed hurting people weaker than her.

You're dead today! were her only words to him.

That scared Ray. For the first time, he feared for his life.

He still tried fighting back, so she grabbed his neck and slammed him against the door.

He rolled out of the restroom and crashed against a wall, his head hit the wall with an audible smack.

Ray was doubled over holding his head.

She kicked him when he was down, all the girls did.

Gerri was enjoying it. He wasn't loud and obnoxious this time.

The only sounds that escaped his lips now were screams. But her torture had only just begun.

A small crowd had slowly formed around them. The girl recording him was starting to feel bad for him now.

Her initial fervor was suddenly replaced by guilt, but she didn't dare defy Gerri.

Each of the other two girls held one of his arms while Gerri slowly took off his pants.

Due to her soft fingers slowly caressing his inner thighs in the process, Ray was hard.

That drew a laugh from the girls. They made fun of his cock, mocking its smaller size and girth by making demeaning remarks and stroking it as if it was a tiny little hamster.

It was his first time being touched like this by a girl, so he came quickly, almost instantly with a leg trembling orgasm, shooting ropes of cum everywhere and fell on his knees.

Some of it had even gotten on the camera.

But Gerri wasn't done with him yet.

She wanted to steal his virginity.

She had overhead him talking to a group of people that he wanted to save himself for the woman he loved.

He was lying on the ground, panting heavily. Tormented by sensations of pain and pleasure. She straddled him. Her hands choking him.

The soft skin on her thicc thighs brushing against his caused his little one to stand firm once more. Ray winced. She then slowly rubbed her pussy against his it, a bead of pre-cum had already leaked out. His cock was red and ready to spurt once again.

She was just about to put it in cowgirl style when the teacher stopped her. Ray ended up ejaculating on his homeroom teacher's skirt which only added to his humiliation.

Ray was crying during the whole ordeal.

Embarrassed, ashamed, afraid and utterly helpless. He didn't go to school for a whole month after that.

His mother had some choice words for the school's management and Gerri's guardian after the incident.

People began to look at Gerri as if she was a monster. She went from famous to infamous.

Ray had become a shell of his former self after the incident.