Hello readers. His will be my very first fanfiction attempt, however I can assure you it will neither be my last nor be as bad as most of the steaming piles of shit that surface on this site.

Here's how this is going to go down: I am going to write whatever the hell I want. EVERY STORY I WILL WRITE WILL BE CENTERED AROUND A LEMON (EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENE). IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS, PLEASE LEAVE NOW. If you are not a lost little kid, however, and this is exactly what your are looking for, please subscribe or whatever the devil it is you people do on this site, and *PLEASE SHARE MY WORK WITH OTHERS*. The more people I know are reading my stories, the more stories I will publish.

On the topic of my stories: most of what I will write is going to be based on whatever comes to me, but you are more than welcome to request from me. In terms of requesting: I will only do these pairings: Male/Female, Female/Male/Female, and AS A RARE REQUEST Male/Female/Male (The guys will not have any sexual interaction) or Female/Female (I never have been a huge fan of this, but I do find it sexy...can't guarantee how good it would be, however). Just message/PM me your requests, along with where it is from (note: I prefer Pokemon (person/anthro)... Actually, no, I LOVE Pokemon {GARDEVOIR 3}, or SSBB or something along those lines. I also like Soul Eater, but I DO NOT WATCH MOST ANIMES).

Most of what I will write is going to be Femdom (with very soft or no kink), but again requests can change this. Also the vast majority will probably be Oneshots...

Anyway...I know you people came here to see some juicy, saucy sex, and this is probably killing your buzz, so I'll get on with it...

One last note: *RATE AND REVIEW!* the more positive reviews and ratings I get, the more people will read, and the more I will write! I promise I won't ramble on this much every time.

But without further ado, here is your feature presentation!

Lauren was always...different.

Ever since she was a little Ralts, she had always been a bit of a troublemaker; playing pranks on me, conspiring with my other Pokemon against me, even directly avoiding the return laser on her Pokeball, preferring to stay outside to annoy me in her cute little way.

This behavior was best exemplified when we were assaulted in the early goings of my journey by a group of Pidgey. Yes, Pidgey. I know it's cliche, but those little bastards are mean. It was just me and Lauren at that point, maybe twenty battles deep into our training. We were starting to get into a groove, all the poison and bug types in the forest proving to be no competition.

A few poison scares later, we were getting...cocky. A little bit of a swagger was in my walk, throwing out my chest and turning my ten year old chin up slightly at the time. She was walking and giving death glares from her tiny frame, Pokemon instinctively shying away from her gaze, causing us to turn to each other and giggle.

We could almost see the city at the end of the treeline, my fist pumping heroically as I scooped up my little Ralts and carried her over to a clearing. I set her Pokeball down and sat on the soft grass, reaching into my backpack and taking out the last of our supplies.

Bushes all around us rustled, only for Lauren to stick her tongue out at them, me rolling onto my back, holding my sides in laughter. I didn't even notice her taking all of the snacks for herself. By the time I had calmed myself, I looked up to see her cheeks stuffed to Bibarel-level with the last of our rations. My stomach growled... I went to grab at her Pokeball, only to have her take off into the forest, giggling madly.

Growling in amused irritation, I shook my head and pulled on my pack, taking off after her. Twigs and bushes moving were my only way to trace her tiny little body...well, also her maniacal laughter. Eventually that faded, however, and I slowed my pace. I turned in a small circle, looking into the greenery around me to try to find her, but...that didn't seem to be meant to be.

I sweat dropped, creeping through the trees and softly calling out her name. All of my confidence was gone, taken with the Psychic-type. That was about the time the first Pidgey hopped its way into my line of sight. I raised my eyebrows, calling out gently to it: "Hey there little guy, what are you doing out here all alOOOOONE?" The back half of the word went up in both volume and pitch as I noticed an entire flock of those feathered creatures pop up around the original. I swallowed and back pedaled, watching as the bird Pokemon pursued me...

"L-Lauren...?" I didn't take my eyes off of them, getting increasingly nervous the longer they followed me. Then I did the thing that I really shouldn't have: armed with only Lauren's Pokeball...I threw it. Directly at the lead Pidgey, who fell over dramatically as if I had cracked it over the head with a log.

There was silence and nothing moved, and then I noticed six pairs of eyes lift up to me. My own eyes widened, and I immediately sprinted off back behind me. Screaming bloody murder, I ran. My arms pumped, a flock of bloodthirsty birds following me, my untimely death, I was certain. This continued for a few minutes before, as if by some grand design, I tripped over some beaten-up Bug Pokemon, falling face-first.

I heaved a sigh and looked up, only to see a Kirlia. I knew then, I was certainly about to die, imagining a death with a lot of insanity and brain exploding.

Then I noticed the necklace with the "L" around the girl's neck. I whispered her name and stood bolt upright, hugging her. I received a brief hug back, but before I could congratulate her on her evolution, she pushed me aside, eyeing a familiar flock of Pidgey that had landed a few feet away.

She spoke to them, the entire conversation alien to me. All I know is Kirlia fell over laughing, and then I was being attacked by the group.

I blacked out in pain.

I woke up with scrapes and beak marks littering my skin, torn clothes, and my only Pokemon dragging me the last couple of feet to the Pokemon center. I hurt all over, but we had finally made it to the next city. I muttered an almost incoherent congrats, receiving a shake of the head from the recent evolvee, and then the relieving feeling of the air conditioning from the Pokemon Center...

A bag landed on my stomach, tearing me from my dream...flashback? Something. I was out at the time, but now I was awake. I recoiled in my fearful, sleep-drunk state. My fists rose to defend me, but quickly lowered when I saw we were in a Pokemon center.

"We". Me, and my entire six-Pokemon team. All staring at me. I recalled putting them all back in their-

I let them all out of their cooped up /prisons/ before I woke you up, you sick bastard. There was a joking tone to her voice, sounding in my head, beautiful as always. I looked up at the speaker, or thinker, if you will: Lauren, having been a Gardevoir for years by now. She had to be level one hundred, if you want to judge it like that.

The smirk on her face told me that she was kidding, but by this point I had already figured that kind of thing out. Are you just going to stare at me, or are we going to get going? I already let you sleep in until noon. Get out of bed, lazy. I groaned and rolled over. This merited a laugh from the crowd, minus Lauren, who crossed her arms under her bust and shook her head.

"Gardevoir, Gar Gar." She spoke in her native tongue aloud to the group, and returned them all. I assumed she had explained that they all needed to chill out for a little while longer.

I felt the bed move ever so slightly as she seated herself beside me on the bed. One of her long, elegant fingers traced up my bare back and to my hair, joined by more of her hand as she combed through the mop atop my head. Come on, Arty. We really need to get going...please? Her voice was gentle and coaxing, which secretly bothered me...I was never sure if I actually agreed with her or if she was just forcing me to do what she said.

My chest inflated as I drew in a breath, then rolled over to face her. She brushed some of her hair behind her ear that had fallen across her face, giving me a gentle smile. One finger trailed up under my chin before she 'spoke.' Better.

I examined the subtle beauty of her features when she closed her eyes in a typical anime-style smile, getting lost in thought, then fantasy, about her and me-

"Woah woah woah wait a minute." I sat up, placing my back against the headboard of the bed. In my abrupt motion, I had knocked off the belt that I kept all my poke balls on. Gardevoir's eyes had opened now, her puzzled expression looking remarkably similar to mine. I had actually just remembered what I had intended to ask her about.

"You remember when you were talking about Garchomp's nightmare when we fought that team of all Gengar?" A nod of affirmation. She didn't see where I was going with this. "And you said you had tapped her consciousness and given her a more mild dream until she woke up? Like a happy one?" Another nod. "Well...would that work with a person...?"

I found that my line of sight had shifted off over her shoulder blankly while I was theorizing, and I moved it back to her. She had the expression which I could best describe as a damn good poker face. It was entirely blank, devoid of any clues as to what she was thinking. My eyes narrowed.

A reply in my head after a disturbingly long pause. Hmmm... Well I suppose it could, Arty. Why, did you have a wittow Nightmayo? I could tell what she was saying even though she was turning all her 'R's into 'W's. My nose crinkled. She knew how to get to me. The corner of her lips curved upward in a slight smile, barely noticeable.

One of her hands came to rest on my knee. "No, I didn't, and don't patronize me." I brushed her hand away from my leg, only to find it there again half a second later. She was smiling full-on at this point. Why do you ask, Arty-Farty? I mentally cringed at the nickname. [Writer's note: Pronunciation of my name: "are-THEE-knee-us"]

Her head had tilted to the side slightly, and the familiar few strands of hair had fallen back over one of her eyes. There was already a glint there, and the half-covering gave her an even more mischievous look.

[Sorry, POV change: 3rd person semi-omniscient]

Arthenius was beginning to turn a shade of soft pink as he looked into her eyes. He wondered if she was baiting him, just pretending like she didn't know what he was talking about, or if she was actually at a loss for what the hell it was he was trying to say. She was always good at a poker face, partially because she always looked like she was getting into trouble and he had gotten used to that appearance...but her voice sounded almost giggly, like she was excited that she had gotten caught.

He crossed his arms over his chest, studying her for a few moments. If he was wrong about this, not only would be die of immediate embarrassment, but he would never hear the last of it. Plus, it might expose a thing or two about himself that he didn't yet want to float up to his conscious brain. He ground his teeth silently for a few moments.

A more childish side of his favorite Pokemon was exposed when she sat in front of him (not before giving his thigh a quick squeeze), cross-legged. She was actually bouncing up and down before him with excitement and a surplus of energy. Sto-ry time! Sto-ry time! The chant was present in his head, and he found himself staring at the bouncing of her chest, mesmerized by the illusion of her breasts looking as though they were /almost/ going to come out of her dress.

He managed to look back up before he got caught, but he had caught himself, silently scolding himself: "What the hell are you doing, that's /Lauren/, you sick bast-"

What about me? She had stopped bouncing, her head cocked to the side again quizzically. She had been listening to his thoughts... /WAIT. Had she been listening this whole time?! She would already know exactly what he was going to bring up!/

He watched her for a moment and decided mentally: "No, she doesn't know."

What don't I know? Damn. She wasn't giving it a rest. She leaned forward, now on her hands and knees, one hand on either side of his own knees. Arthenius had to use every ounce of self-control in his body not to stare down into the beautiful bust that was no doubt being presented to him. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nervously, then cleared his throat. Lauren was the one with her eyes narrowed now.

"Well...see, I've been having these dreams lately. And...you have been a, uh, frequent visitor in them... Well, in every one, actually." He stopped for a moment. If this was all a ruse and she knew, she wasn't letting him know. Her eyes seemed to be glowing with- ...no, her eyes were just glowing.

/She must be using a psychic pow-/ "HEY!" Arth raised both of his hands up to his head, as if trying to fight her off. He could feel tendrils of psychic energy toying with the fibers of his brain. She could easily just overpower him mentally and get the information she wanted, but she respectfully retreated to her own thoughts.

Sorry. Continue? She had an upbeat tone of 'voice' but a sour, pouty look on her face. Odd contrast.

He drew in a deep breath. His face had gotten increasingly warm. He had admittedly stolen glances down at her chest... Just briefly. There was nothing wrong with that, right? "And, I was wondering...if you had been the cause of this...?"

She crawled the last little bit of distance toward him, their bodies very slightly touching, their faces about an inch away. She studied him, scrutinizingly, as if he were some experiment she was collecting data on- which he very well may be.

/Does he know?/ Lauren questioned to herself, not allowing Arthenius to hear this. Arty's chest was rising and falling heavily, doing nothing but regulating his breathing so he didn't hyperventilate. Her lips moved in the formation of her name but no words (or names) came out, instead her thoughts in his head in English: And what kind of dreams would these be...Master? She really emphasized that last word, as if milking out every little bit of sexual tension she could from it. She smiled inside, but kept her almost huskily questioning gaze the same.

He couldn't take being this close to her any more. She was doing things to his body that he wasn't sure she should be causing on him... He executed a rolling maneuver with a little bit of exasperated flailing, managing to get out of the bed and fall onto the floor (face-first of course; this is an anime).

He stood bolt upright and looked over his shoulder at her as he opened his mouth to speak, not wanting her to see the raging ere- /ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME./

Lauren heard his thought and replied cheerily. Kidding you about what? And answer my question! A smug smile was present across her features, accentuating her natural beauty. She had laid down on the bed, on her stomach, legs in the air from the knee down, raising and lowering interchangeably. She was remarkably casual.

"Oh, um, nothing, I just have to...go to the bathroom..." He pointed with his index finger in the direction of the door, which was thankfully directly in front of him. He wouldn't have to turn and neither show her nor bump into anything with the kickstand that had raised itself up on his front half.

She nodded and smiled, and he swore she had lifted up her perfect, cute little butt just a tiny bit off of the bed for him to see the curves that hid under her dre- he shook the thoughts from his head, making his way into the bathroom. He locked it for good measure.

He sat down on side of the tub, holding his head in his hands. He had his boxers around his ankles, goin' o'natural. He was sweaty and hot in more ways than one. What the hell. She had always been beautiful to him, but now... He shook his head. Yet he couldn't shake a visualization of her nude in his head. He found his tongue almost lolling cartoonishly out of his mouth, then brushed the image away. But again it didn't budge.

After a few seconds he came to the realization that the image was garbed in the same mental feeling as when Lauren spoke to him... "Lauren?" As he called her name, the image became fleeting: one of his own thoughts. That means she had planted it there. But why? Was she just trying to get to him, mess with him, or was this something else...?

There was a hurried reply: Y-yes?! She even /sounded/ guilty of something in his head. Usually her voice would be drenched in the giggles, barely contained. Oh how he wished to hear her burst into laughter at this point, to tell him that she wasn't being serious...