This is my first story, and I have no writing experience. The story will be published irregularly, as I am also a student. I hope you will support me and suggest ways to improve my stories.
Please overlook poor vocabulary and grammatical errors.
Stepping out of the lab, Purple scanned the front of the ranch, expecting to see Ash's hot mom waiting with that warm smile she always has. And she indeed was standing outside with a large crowd of supporters. Purple made sure not to get hard by looking at Ash's mom, as he was still in his pyjamas.
A knot of concern tightened in his chest. How was he going to deal with her? Moms notice everything, especially when something's off. What would she think if she picked up on the changes in him?
The possibilities played out in his mind like an endless reel of disasters. Would she think he was possessed by some ghost Pokémon? Maybe she'd think he was finally taking things seriously for once, or worse, that Pikachu's shock had connected Ash's last two brain cells.
The thought made him chuckle, but the humour quickly faded. If she got too suspicious, it could lead to a medical evaluation. What would that even look like here? Would I end up strapped to some machine in the professor's lab, all while I desperately tried to explain why her son wasn't acting like himself?
He shuddered at the thought, his mind spinning with worst-case scenarios.
"Pika."
Pikachu's voice snapped him out of his spiralling thoughts. Purple looked down to see the little yellow mouse staring up at him with an expression that clearly said, Get me out of here.
He hummed quietly to himself. Right, Ash only won Pikachu over because of the whole Spearow fiasco, he thought, considering for a split second whether he should try to recreate that scene. But that idea died the moment it formed.
No way am I doing that. What kind of butterfly effect would that bring? He sighed again, realising just how fragile this world felt. How much could he change? Would the universe try to stick to the plot no matter what he did? Or could he make things better—or worse?
Being a Naruto fan, he remembered the wise words of one of his favourite characters,
"In the Ninja World, those who break the rules are scum, that's true...but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum!"
In the Pokémon world, the Pokémon are similar to teammates, Purple thought. They are more than just machines or tools to win fights. As much as he had seen the Pokémon anime, he had seen that it was coordination and connection, feelings between the Pokémon and the trainer that led them to win battles. So, Pokémon were his teammates. And if he risks the lives of his teammates, he will be worse than scum. He would never risk the life of his own Pokémon even if it meant risking his own life.
Of course, he could be a harsh trainer, beat his Pokémon, use them like tools and machines and throw them away after getting better ones, but that would make him as heartless as Anbu ninja or as evil as Danzo. The Pokémon will hate him. They will show rage and, if given the opportunity, even attack him.
"Come on, Pikachu," he said, trying to break the tension. "Don't I get the benefit of the doubt for not shoving you in the Pokéball?"
Pikachu just stared at him blankly, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Pika Pi," he muttered, and although Purple didn't know exactly what he said, the tone made it sound like an insult.
He couldn't help but smirk. Even in this world, Pikachu wasn't taking him seriously—especially while he was still in his pyjamas.
Taking a deep breath, Purple placed Pikachu's Pokéball on the ground between them, a gesture of trust. "Look, I know you don't like the situation you were put into," he started, his voice betraying the nerves he was barely keeping in check. He clasped his hands behind his back, trying to hide their trembling. Why was this so hard? It's just a Pokémon, right? But… it was more than that.
Pikachu's eyes shifted to him; his attention was fully captured now.
"But I have a simple proposal." Purple tried to sound casual. "You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours."
Pikachu tilted his head, confused. He glanced at his paws, as if checking if something was on them. Purple almost laughed at the sight but managed to hold it in.
"What I mean is… help me catch another Pokémon, and when we reach Viridian City, I'll release you." Purple trailed off, gauging Pikachu's reaction. Pikachu looked genuinely surprised, his eyes widening as he squeaked, "Pika?" as if to ask why.
Pikachu didn't get it, did he? No one had ever bothered to ask him what he wanted. "I imagined myself in your position," Purple said softly. "Being told you have to travel with a stupid sixteen-year-old… I'd probably jump off the nearest cliff."
It was a stupid joke, but it seemed to work. Pikachu snorted, a small smile breaking through his initial reluctance. Purple's shoulders relaxed a fraction.
"So, deal?" Purple asked, holding out his hand, praying Pikachu wouldn't reject it. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure Pikachu could hear it. Everything felt surreal—here he was, negotiating with a Pokémon, and yet it felt more intense than any conversation he'd ever had.
Pikachu eyed him for a moment, as if weighing his options. Then, with a small, deliberate movement, he stretched out his paw and met Purple's hand.
"Pika."
A simple sound, but it felt like a promise. Relief washed over Purple, and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Delia called out, "Ash, is everything all right?". As Ash went to Delia, her expression softened as her gaze shifted to Pikachu, who was standing at Purple's side. Her whole face lit up like she was seeing the cutest thing in the world. "Well, aren't you a handsome boy?" she cooed, reaching out to pet him.
Purple opened his mouth to warn her, but it was too late. Pikachu was already bracing himself, his cheeks sparking lightly. But before he could let loose, Delia found the magic spot between his ears. Pikachu's eyes went wide, then half-lidded as he melted into her touch. Then she hugged Pikachu tightly.
"Chaa…" he murmured, looking like he was in heaven.
Purple blinked, completely dumbfounded. What the— How did she manage that? Pikachu practically roasted him earlier, but now he was a puddle of contentment in her hands.
That's not fair.
Wait, is he enjoying the hug or the boobs?
Seeing Ash jealous of Pikachu getting all the attention, Delia pulled Ash closer to hug him. Due to the height difference, Ash's face was pressed against Delia's right boob. It was so warm and soft and the smell.... It was like the blossoms of a rose. (something similar to what happened between Konohamaru and Tsunade, except for the fact that it was an accident, and, in this story, it is a hug) Delia did not realise anything. As she ended the hug, she saw that Ash was all red. She realised Ash was blushing. She felt something pushing against her thighs, but the push was too weak. She realised that Ash just got a boner. Her cheeks turned red from seeing the size. She thought that Ash had hit puberty, so he is hard or has he developed feelings for his mom. But then she shifted her attention to Pikachu to escape from this unexpected situation for now.
Purple got a boner, a big one. He put the bag he got from Professor Oak forward so that no one would notice it. He was very uncomfortable. He needed some excuse to get home...
He said, "Mom, I am hungry. Let's go home."
As Delia carried Pikachu and was playing with him on the way, when they reached home, Ash decided to go for a bath. As he started taking a bath, he realised Ash's tool was 8 inches long. Purple felt jealous. In his previous life, his tool was only 6.5 inches. And this boy, Ash, had 8 inches. Purple took a long time to lose the hardness, but he was confused, whether he should fantasise about his crush from a previous life or Ash's mom. He thought that in this world, Delia was his mom, so he should treat her like one and should not think anything sexual about her. But as he started stroking, his imagination betrayed him, and he only imagined Delia.
While Delia was packing clothes for Ash, she heard Ash moaning her name out, even though it was not loud enough due to the shower.
She soon turned red and remembered the size of his dick, which she felt. She realised that her underwear was getting wet. She suddenly left the room.
Purple came out of the bath completely refreshed and relaxed. The feeling of familiarity hit him hard as he made his way to Ash's room, but now it felt like it was his, too.
He stepped in, spotting the clothes laid out neatly on the bed—the exact outfit from the first three seasons. He changed quickly, pulling on the black shirt and blue vest, followed by the jeans, sneakers, and the red and white hat that felt too iconic for its good. The moment he put on the fingerless green gloves, he stared at himself in the mirror.
Jesus… I am turning into him.
He looked like Ash, down to the last detail. The sight was unsettling, like he was losing pieces of himself the longer he stayed here. With a deep breath, he grabbed the backpack and left his room.
As he left the room, he heard a light moaning sound from downstairs. Purple did not know what it was and started heading downstairs.
As he came down, he saw that Delia was doing something in a hurry, and her face was completely red. Purple did not want to think about what she was doing any further, at least not for now.
Delia had breakfast waiting. The smell of food hit him, but instead of feeling comforted, a pang of guilt gnawed at his stomach. She was smiling so warmly, so genuinely, like she was happy to see her son. But he wasn't her son. Not in the way she thought. I am not Ash. The thought was like a weight pressing on his chest. But what could he do? He didn't cause this. He didn't ask to be thrown into this world. He was just trying to survive. Trying to make the best of a completely insane situation.
Pikachu was already chowing down on some Pokémon food Delia had put out for him, looking completely content. Purple tried to get his attention. "Hey, Pikachu."
He didn't even look at V. Just kept eating, deliberately ignoring him.
Yeah… still a jerk.
He suddenly tore a packet of ketchup and gave it to Pikachu. Pikachu became cautious at first and then smelled ketchup, and then started licking it. Purple knew Pikachu loved ketchup.
"Eat up, you will need your strength before your journey," Delia encouraged, her voice full of warmth.
Purple nodded, forcing a weak smile as he started eating. He took small bites, chewing slowly, trying to
keep his mind from spiralling.
Out of the corner of his eye, Purple saw Delia watching him, her brows furrowing in confusion. He could tell she was noticing the change. Normally, Ash—he—would be stuffing his face like there was no tomorrow. But he was eating slowly, methodically.
She wasn't used to it. To him. And how could she be? Ash had been acting differently since the moment Purple woke up. He could see the questions in her eyes, the slight confusion she tried to hide behind that smile. Purple started stuffing his face in response, and the confusion melted into a warm smile on Delia's face.
As Ash completed the meal, he was finally ready to leave for his journey. Purple was feeling very excited and nervous at the same time. What would the world be like in the forest? How would he manage alone?
He decided to take a bunch of stuff with him for his journey, including water bottles, a fishing rod and a makeshift tent. And food and clothes. And a large quantity of ketchup. After a heartbreaking farewell with his mother, he left for Route 1.
Delia was a whirlwind of emotions—a blend of pride and profound worry that only a mother whose son had just left on a dangerous journey could understand. The tightness in her chest wouldn't ease; her mind replayed every possible danger her son could face.
"Don't worry, he will be alright. He is his father's son after all," she murmured to herself, trying to find solace in the reminder.
To distract herself, Delia turned on the television, hoping some idle show might soothe her nerves. However, the news only heightened her anxiety. The anchor began a segment that immediately
caught her attention and stoked her fears:
"Tragic news from Route 1 as a young trainer named Jimmy was found deceased early this morning, the victim of an aggressive Spearow flock.
Experts believe this flock has developed unusually strategic hunting tactics. Dr. Fiona Barkley, a Pokémon behaviourist, notes that the Spearows appear to use a single member to lure unsuspecting trainers or Pokémon into ambushes where the entire flock then attacks. Environmental biologist, Dr. Hank Jennings, suggests that recent habitat disruptions may have forced the Spearows to adopt more aggressive measures to defend their territory. This dangerous flock is known to be active across Routes 1, 25, and 3. The incidents have sparked outrage in several communities, with citizens demanding action from the Pokémon League."
As the report continued, Delia's hands began to sweat, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. She clasped her hands tightly together, her knuckles whitening as she whispered a prayer.
Oh, Mew, please keep my baby safe!