Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 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
/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, and changed out of the
clothes that she had been wearing since the day before.  She originally
planned on changing into something more appropriate for adventuring, like
jeans and a t-shirt, but since it seemed like they wouldn't be leaving
Viridian until the next day, she decided to put on a different mini-skirt
instead of the jeans.  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 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.

   _________________________

   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 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.

   _________________________

   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.

   _________________________

   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.

   _________________________

   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.