Drop Your Pants, Ash Ketchum
Ash Ketchum woke up feeling totally normal, until the door creaked open and his mom slipped into the room wearing nothing but a smile.
She climbed into bed beside him, warm and soft, and with gentle, cheerful certainty took his virginity while whispering, “This is how every Ketchum boy officially becomes a man~”
Still half-asleep, mind spinning in total confusion, Ash somehow managed to dress and stumble his way to Professor Oak’s lab.
The professor just chuckled and gestured to the three starter Pokémon waiting on the table.
“Time to choose your partner, Ash. Drop your pants and let them inspect you properly. They’ll only follow a trainer they like.”
Ash barely made it to Route 1 before Misty came, face red with fury…
“You destroyed my favorite vibrating cycle!” she shouted. “Until you replace it, you’re screwing me every single day, no negotiation!”
Officer Jenny rolled up on her motorcycle,
“Routine ID check, kid.” She leaned over the handlebars, smirk sharp. “Not that Pokédex. I need to see your lower ID. Pants. Down.”
Every Nurse Joy at every Pokémon Center greeted him with the exact same sultry grin:
“Pokémon need healing? Then heal your Nurse Joy first, right here on the counter.”
By the time the sun started dipping low, Ash stood in the middle of the route, pants literally around his ankles…
He threw his hands up and screamed at the sky:
WHY DOES EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD WANT TO SEE MY DICK?!
IS THIS WHAT BEING A POKÉMON MASTER MEANS NOW?!
