Imogen sat on her bed, she was trying to eat breakfast her servant had brought her. They were to have a busy day today meeting allies from another kingdom. However Imogen had no appetite and could barely keep the bread down.
“I don’t think I can manage this today. I feel so ill.” She said, putting her hand on her growing belly.
Question that’s been haunting me for a bit: In the Pokeworld… are there Pokefurries?
Like, how would you even fucking handle that in the Pokeworld?
“No mum, I can’t go off to become a pokemaster, I need to focus on levelling up to become a Gyrados…
“Look timmy, I accept you have this… belief you’re a pokemon, I just… I just have one question… why MAGICARP? Why couldn’t you be a Pikachu or something useful, like a Clefary? Hell even Jigglypuff would have been an improvement…”
“IT’S WHO I AM MUM!” *door slams*
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Or like a horrifying kink sort of thing…
Where roleplay involves one partner humouring the other in a S-and-PM (Slave & Pokemaster) sort of situation, and fake-battle…
“Oh no, I don’t think I want to be trapped in that pokeball, Pokemaster…”
“Then I’m afraid we’ll have to battle it out then, Pigeott…”
Imagine being their neighbours in a thin-walled uni dorms/unit setting… and hearing,
“Chansey used Pound! Chansey used Pound! Chansey used P-P-Poooooound!”
“It’s Super Effective!”
Or “L-Lickitung… use LICK!”
All fucking night long, like… imagine living next to that sort of kinky pokeshit; and having to avoid eye-contact with the person the next day, even though you share like five lectures with them or some shit… because you know exactly which pokemon they like to dress up as, and somehow, you never saw them as that particular one…
Maybe it’s a thing. Some people try to work out which poketypes people would go for.
The MVA of the uni footy team? Jynx.
The smartest girl in physics? Totally a Bulbasaur; she has a thing for whips, it’s written all over her too-sweet face.
On the other hand, that one nb hottie in Horticulture studies? Has to be the most Charmander person to ever charmander…
That shy dude from social work… you’re pretty sure he’s sweet on the streets but a Pokemaster in the sheets, if you know what’s being implied.
And you know (oh dear Gyrados do you KNOW) that the loudest genderqueer professor in school has a real flair for being a submissive Ghaster (although, they’re more like an Abra when it comes to exam time, and you’re trying to get their attention to ask a question)…
Not to mention the… the ‘Unown Orgy’ you will never admit you were once part of, because reasons. To be fair, they were pretty good at groupwork, and you have no idea how such an eclectic group of people came to be there, just that they were there to come whilst gibbering in their Unown language while you played along. You never talk about this. NEVER.
The hottest erotica of the year was the best-selling (poorly-written), “50 Shades of Pokeballs”
Where a dark and mysterious pokemaster treats his naiive (bordering on idiotic) Pokeslave (a young woman who thinks of herself as a Butterfree, although he demands she change to be whatever pokemon he desires while he abuses her) terribly. People secretly assume it is kinky. Chaos ensues.
It sends the secretive pokecommunity into uproar trying to stop people playing out the incorrect fantasies shown in the ‘novels’…
It’s probably a thing. But no one wants to talk about it.
Pokemums whisper about it to each other at PTA meetings, like it’s the naughtiest thing they’ve ever done in their POKELIVE. POKELAUGH. POKELOVE. lives, and have pokeears or wigs at home to ‘spice things up’.
Oh no. Now I’m never getting this horrifying idea out of my head.