My Naughty Florges: Blooming

Author’s note: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and this is only a fanwork.
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"Remember that using a stone to evolve a pokemon will prevent it from learning any more new moves that it could have learned from keeping it at its pre-evolution."

The words from my teacher echoed in my head as I lay pinned down by the vines formed from my Florges.  In vain I have struggled and cried for mercy as she giggled at my pleas, constantly bouncing upon my lower half to no end.  Each collision with her hips impaled my dick into her impossibly tight entrance, creating an even larger pool of sweat and sex; yet she continued to giggle at the same pace of her rhythm. It looked like she was enjoying herself very much, though I could not tell whether she was enjoying my humiliation more than any act of copulation.  I would have tried to look away from what was happening to me, but her eyes gave me the same sultry look from the first time she evolved, burrowing into my very being and incapacitating my will to turn away.

The black diamonds that covered her chest are peeled back to reveal two bouncing breast and (what I presume) one erect bulb on each globe that appeared ready to be suckled by any passerby.  She took note of my gaze, smiled, and loosened the grip of her vines enough for her to pull my face into her chest, my mouth latching directly onto her left nipple by instinct.  I suckled hard on it, having the unique flavor of her spread into my mouth.  Its flavor was almost indescribable, like how the scent of a flower has an incomprehensible scent, only being described by its name.  And yet, no fluid escaped, no matter how much I pull into my mouth.  Instead, I was rewarded with more of her scent of her giggles, convincing her to resume her pace of grinding.  As much as I fear what I saw, my body continued to betray my thoughts, as I grunted and groped her lithe body in synch with her giggling.

Her face lowered down to mine until it hovered mere millimeters apart from me.  From here, I could feel her hot breath on my face, each pant giving off that same, sweet scent.  She pressed her body onto mine, her nipples poking and prodding my chest.  Our lips collided again and again, with her dominating me for each one.  Her tongue invaded my taste and planted an even stronger scent into my body.  I can feel it, my will to struggle leaving from each whiff of the scent.  Could it be that she was using another move on me? Was she planning on making me comfortable or is she just tired of my struggling?  Even if we were close friends, I still could not understand her reasoning for this.  Still, I felt quite shocked that she still had more moves than I knew of, even after she evolved.

She stopped kissing me for a moment and placed her forehead on mine.  As I noticed my concentration weaning, my world being surrounded by flowers.  I looked around, and noticed that the bouquet surrounding the Florges’ head was closing, and I was about to be enveloped in them, seeing no one else but her and the flowers.  They were lively little things, tickling my face with each forced thrust, almost as if they were kissing me along with her.  It was not long before the scent overwhelmed my reasoning and in haste, I sped up my rhythm of thrusts, almost overpowering her until the flowers withdrew their grip, releasing my head with a “THUD” onto the ground, and my mental state slowly coming back to me.

Suddenly, her giggling changed into outright laughter, as she suddenly picked up her own pace of our (one-sided, mind you) fucking. I felt her walls tightening around my dick with great intensity, and knew that the inevitable was rising again.  As I await for my eventual need to release, my thoughts began to ponder about how it came to this. Why has she changed so greatly from the sweet and mischievous Floette that I once had? Where had my innocent pokemon picked up these techniques of sex?  Why was I unable to see any signs of change? Just......why?
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1 year ago...

I was waiting on an order of bottled limonades from the local cafe to share with my parents.  As a shy individual, I was not very good with communicating with anyone outside of my family.  In fact, it almost took me a good two minutes to even get my order out to the waiter, which would have easily irritated the line if there was any behind me.  Thankfully, there did not seem to be much business around Santalune City, as the lines around the food and drink court were almost nonexistent.  Perhaps it was because everyone had headed home for the evening.  In any case, here I was, listening to the sound of splashing and clanging in the kitchen.

While I was waiting for the drinks to be poured, I took a look at some of the flowers that the store had decorated with over the summer.  Although some of the flowers were easily fakes compared to the real ones, it did help bring a bit of life to the town that many trainers forget after they get their first badge. After doing a quick look around, I yawned out loud, feeling the tranquility of the city affecting me. "Guess the day is almost over, eh?" I said nonchalantly.

When I finished with my stretch, one of the flowers appeared right before my face.

I yelped and fell backwards on the floor, tumbling in complete shock. For a moment, I thought I fell asleep waiting for the order, as moving flowers was something that only ever happened in the Johto region. After a few moments of falling on my ass, I heard a small giggle coming from above my head.

"Tehetehetehetehe."

What I saw was a green/white, small arrow-shaped figure holding an orange flower, very similar to the ones around the cafe. Its eyes were a simple shade of black that reflected the light from a nearby street lamp.  The mouth was partially covered by one of its hands, while the other was maintaining the flower.  As I reoriented myself from the tumble, I realized that the flower was being held by the pokemon, the same pokemon that had snuck up on me while I was waiting for my drink, and the same pokemon that was laughing at my misfortune.

Just when I was about to say something, it realized that I was staring at it and fled back into one of the bushes at the café like an out-of-bounds ball.  I took several steps away from the encounter, knowing that I have nothing to defend myself should it decide to attack me. As I was prepared to flee for my life, the waiter came out of the door, holding a bag of bottles.

"Monsieur, your limonades are ready."

Through the chaos, I have almost forgotten about my order of limonades.  As I looked back at the bushes, an idea popped into my head that could coax the pokemon out of hiding while at the same time, not have to deal with another surprise attack.  It would still be risky, but it might just work

"I would ah... like an extra limonade if you guys are still open."

Although I spoke a bit too quiet that time, the waiter nodded and quickly poured another drink to add to the bag.  I paid for the order and included a small tip for the waiter as thanks.  I took a bottle from the bag and slowly approached the bush in which the pokemon had hid in.  After a few moments of rustling, an eye pops out of the bush, watching my every move.  Although I flinched for a bit upon its gaze, I continued my path towards it until I was practically inches away from its eye.  I never was this physically close to anyone before, yet here I am, staring at a pokemon with only a bag of drinks as my defense.  I could feel my heart starting to pound quickly from the tension in the air as I opened up the bag of drinks.  I showed the bottle to the eye and in a rather shaky voice, talked to it.

"Would you uh...like to drink one with me?"

The pokemon's curiosity piqued at the drink, and came out of the bush.  It looked at me, and then at the drink.  The staring contest felt as though it lasted for an eternity in my mind, but it has only been a few minutes.  It was just me, the pokemon, and the drink, locked into a mental battle of choice.

Finally, the pokemon decided to give in to the pressure and approached the drink with caution, each sway tick tocking like the arms on a clock.  After a few moments, it took the bottle out of my hand and started drinking from it. It was quite weird seeing the pokemon drink, as the bottle was almost two times the size of its body and it never put away the flower while handling the bottle.  At first, it appeared that it enjoyed the drink very much, as sips turned into gulps.  When it finished however, the tongue of the pokemon was stuck out, with it trying to "fan" away the taste of the drink.  I put two and two together, and chuckled at its reaction.

"Hehe...you never had a soda before? Don't worry, it’s only bubbles, it'll do no harm."

It seemed like now I was the one chuckling at the misfortune of the pokemon.  Eventually, it stopped fanning, and gave me quite a harsh stare.  For a moment, I thought I screwed up good and got it mad at me, but it too fell into laughter.

This went for about a good minute before I noticed that the light started to give way into darkness.

"Ah darn. I have to get home before my folks start to worry. Sorry, I gotta go."

"Flooo..."

The pokemon looks quite disappointed with my choice and gave me one of those don't-leave-me-alone looks you would get from a lonely child, a very common trick done by the young, one that I should be prepared mentally to ignore and move on.

…

However, only the coldest of hearts could ignore such a plea from a pokemon.

"Don't worry too much about it. Why don't we meet here again tomorrow?"

The pokemon's eyes beam at the opportunity, and happily nodded its head at my proposal.  Before I walked away, it said one last word to me.

"Floette."

I was confused for a moment, but then I realized that it just introduced itself to me.  Floette, huh?  The name had an interesting sound to it, something like a mixture of flow and baguette, except without the bread.  While the name rung around in my head, I realized that the Floette was waiting for me to introduce myself to it.  After all, it would be awkward to hang around a friend and not know each other's name, right?

"Oh right...I'm Michael.  I'll see you tomorrow then.”

I parted ways with the pokemon and made my way home.  Upon arrival, my dad and mom were waiting for me at the front door.  Their face held a wide, almost shit-eating grin when they have noticed that I came back.  I recognized that face expression anywhere; it usually meant that they have surprise for me.

"Oh my word! It looks like our son has finally come out of his shell. It's his first time arriving home late! This must mean that he has found a friend of his own! Or maybe he found himself a girlfriend?”

…Either that or create the worst assumptions that any teen has to deal with, especially the stereotypical ones.  I slapped my hand across my forehead in shame at this accusation, placed the drinks on the floor and sighed.

“Seriously, a girlfriend? Is that the best thing you guys had in mind?”

My dad pondered the thought for a moment, and replied, “Hmm…perhaps your right. I might be looking too far ahead into the future.” He examined my face, and his grin grew even wider. “But it does look like you have made a friend!”

I just stood there, my poker face suddenly challenged by the truth that my parents have somehow discovered.  Still I kept calm, careful not to let them get the best of me, and said back, “What makes you say that?”

“Hey now, watch that tone mister,” dad waved a finger at me.  I guess I couldn’t hide my irritation from him after all.

My mom then pointed toward my head and said, “Oh, you don’t have to be shy about it, son.  Even if you may have a problem opening to people, it’s quite obvious to us when you somehow make a friend.  Call it a parent’s intuition.”

Dad then intervened, “that, and you have a flower on your head.”

Flower on my head?

“Flower…?”  I looked at the tip of my forehead, only to notice a familiar pair of eyes come into my vision. “Flooooooo!”

One blink, scream, and roll later I found myself on the floor once again in surprise.  After a few seconds of falling on my ass and letting the shock sink in, I realized that the Floette I met back at the café not only followed me, but managed to jump scare me once again.  The familiar giggle from the pokemon was now accompanied by my parents, who were quite amused by its antics.  All I could do was just stare at it in confusion.  Why had the pokemon followed me to my home? Was it that lonely?

“So much for not wanting to be a trainer, eh?” My mom commented.

“W-w-what?! Of course I still don’t want to be a trainer! There has to be other things in life than just traveling the world, doing whatever the professor says!”  I got up, no longer caring about my irritation.  “Why would I want to go out and risk getting pokemon hurt through battles, only to capture and stow them back inside some old computer for whoever knows how long?  There’s no way I would put them in such a fate, and I don’t think this one wants to be put through either!”

Actually, now that I thought of it, I’ve heard of some very interesting stories from the past, from Red’s journey and disappearance into Mount Silver to Black and White’s quest to stop Team Plasma.  However, all of them were under the orders of some professor, meaning that they too were controlled, even if they have achieved such success on the side.

My parents shook their head, wagging their fingers at me, almost as if in pity. “Tch Tch Tch. You’ve been listening to that N fellow for too long, Michael.  That’s not what pokemon believe at all,” they said in sync.  “Just look at her!” Dad pointed out.

Her? How did my dad know that the pokemon was female? Even though my knowledge of pokemon wasslim, I at least knew that it was not possible to know the gender of most pokemon from just seeing it. Unless…

“Dad, did you jus-”

“I’m stopping you right there and say that this species is females only.  It doesn’t take a genius to know that.”

“I didn’t know it was female only.” My mom said, giving dad her signature pouting look.

Before I could join in on her accusation, the Floette hovered right beside me and gave a small hug to my face.  We just stood there, watching my parents accuse each other of being a pervert, even when they’re married to each other.  Under normal circumstances I would have tried to shoo away whoever touched me.  However, seeing such a small pokemon content with being around me brought a smile to my lips too.  It was almost cute, if I say so myself.

As we watched the fight in front of us, more questions began forming into my mind, the strongest one being, ‘Why am I allowing someone that I barely know touch me?  Wasn’t I always picky when it came to friends?’  Memories of my elementary days flooded my mind, where I remembered the last friend I made before the big move.  It took me almost a year of chatting with my friend before I actually decided to acknowledge that we were buddies to other people.  Even then, it was not long before my parents and I moved here in the quiet outskirts of Santalune City and unfortunately lost all contact with him.  I thought I would never befriend someone again.  But here I was, allowing a pokemon that I met only once to hug my face without struggle.  Could this be one of the effects of having pokemon around you?

My thoughts were cut short when I noticed my parents staring at me with eyes of awe.  My mom then squealed like a school girl in love and covers her checks with her hands.

“Oh my gooosh! They’re so cute! It’s almost like they were meant to be together!”

Rather than being embarrassed at my mom’s antics, I instead felt my face losing its color. When my mom doesn’t act her own age, it was quite obvious she has a plan. The pokemon noticed my moody face and tiled her head in confusion.  Oh if only she knew.

“You’re quite right, dear.  It is quite obvious that you two share a bond…that even we parents…cannot comprehend!” My dad said, clutching his chest, exaggerated tears falling from his eyes.  “Therefore, we have no choice but to come to this.  Michael, you are going to become a trainer and have fun with your new friend!”

…Somehow, I am not very surprised that this was what my mom was squeeeing about from before.  A pokemon followed me home, and that gave them the incentive to think I want to become a trainer.

“You see, we even have a trainer card for you.  We’ve been waiting to give this to you for almost six years now…”

 “Just imagine, our son, out in the world, going through unknown places, fame! Glory! All his! While we just sit back and say ‘That’s our son!”

They chatted and bubbled amongst each other as I came up with the usual defense strategy that protected me from trainer hood for six years.

“You guys, you do know that I have no plan on doing those journeys into the unknown, just to achieve some goal that will never help me in the future, right?”  Honestly, it felt as though this kind of thing was just a repeating script at this point, with the director making us re-do everything from the start.

“Oh, of course we understand! We would never do something so irrational like throwing you out into the wilderness!” I nodded in agreement, at least happy to know tha- “…Unless you are educated, of course,” My dad said.

…Huh?

Almost as if mocking me, my dad’s face shifted into a smirk. “I’m saying that we won’t send you out without proper education about the basics.  Therefore, your mom and I decided that we’re sending you to the Pokemon Trainer School to learn all about pokemon until you can go on your own! Isn’t that wonderful?”

My parents then conversed amongst themselves about stuff like supplies, tools, lessons, new school cafes at Luminose….eventually I stopped paying attention.  While I would object to such situation, the Floette near my face only looked at me and smiled.  I don’t know why, but there was something about that simple smile that made forget about fighting back the decision and I only stood there, spaced out.  I guess now I had no choice but to become a trainer…

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Several Months later...

A small group of students and teachers were riding on Skiddos and Gogoats, traveling from the L'ecole Cafe in Luminose City to Camphrier Town, where the new Pokemon Trainer School was relocated.  This was because of a deal that the principal has made with the owner of Parfum Palace, in which the owner traded his old Shabboneau Castle to the principal in exchange for having a cafe where "the heroes of Kalos have first entered," or some crap like that.  I was not too familiar with the details, but both sides were quite happy to make the exchange.

The traveling herd of grass types was quite a sight to see in Luminose; it almost looked like a parade, with the Gogoats carrying the teachers and principal being followed by the students riding on the peppy Skiddo all over the street.  It would look like a typical herd, except for one Gogoat that is in the middle of the group of young pokemon, holding the only teenage student in the group: me.

I remember it being quite the odd sight, a 17 year old person accompanied by his parents on the way to a small café filled with young student trainers, asking to be enrolled in a school for newcomer trainers.  I was practically the local gentle giant of the class, if a bit shy.  With the Floette, the only ‘friend’ at my side, it already felt like the world was challenging me, telling me that it was not too late to back out.  Still, I kept on, unfortunately following my parent’s wishes as I ended up learning quite a bit more about my pokemon in general; typing matchups, status aliments, pokeballs, all that kind of stuff was essential for battling.

Speaking of pokemon, I also figured out quite a bit about the Floette I befriended.  From what I learned, she was a pure fairy type, a relatively new type that was rediscovered years ago, often with an emphasis on attacking from a range.  Strong against dragons, fighting and ark type and weak against poison and steel types, we won some battles and lost to others, just as a typical student goes through.  Thankfully I don’t have to worry about paying for losses since these were just for practice.  Through our time together, the Floette…no, my Floette, developed some interesting moves, consisting of Magical Leaf, Wish, Grassy Terrain, and Fairy Wind.  It did not seem impressive at first, but the moves got us quite far.

It also turned out that she was much more of a prankster than when I first thought at our first encounter.  Honestly, I should have expected her to be like that from the start.  From showering petals on my head upon entering a room to doing her normal jump scares on me where I least expect them, she loved to use jokes on me and the people around her.  The kids absolutely love the pranks, and while I do admit that I don’t like getting pranked, can’t help but to laugh at my misery, too.  One of the kindergarten students seemed to be aware that I was the biggest target for her pranks and told me something…interesting.

“Hey Michael, I thinks yur Floette might has a crush on yew.”  My head snapped at his direction and a look of complete dumbfoundment was sported on my face.  Completely caught in surprise by something so far-fetched, all I could do was look at him, trying to comprehend what he’s talking about.  He continued to speak, his lisp-like accent making it difficult to understand.  “Y’know how a boy woul’ prank a giwr or a giwr woul’ prank a boy when dey likes each otter? I thinks yur phokemawn is doin’ the shame ting.”

I thought about what the kid said, but then denied to him and me that such a thing couldn’t happen.  That would be far too cliché, even for Floette, to do.  At that time, I was quite certain that love doesn’t blossom that quickly, and it would take years to develop such a thing.  I’ve heard of tales of a pokemon falling in love with a human in the past and even vice versa, but for it to happen today?  Impossible.

Anyway, after traveling through a route filled with flowers and one Gogoat accidently trampling over a Bunnelby, we arrived at Camphrier Town, which seemed more like a village than the usual town structure.  All the buildings but the Pokemon Center were made of stone, almost as if it were carved to stay there for life.  A flute, along with a harmonica, can be heard playing from one of the rooftops, its tone spreading throughout the town.  We got off the pokemon and walked towards the largest building in the town, Shabbou Castle.

Although the castle wasn’t as tall as some of the buildings in Luminose City, they weren’t lying about the castle portion of the name.  The building was surrounded by a moat accompanied with a stereotypical drawbridge.  It, too, looked as though it were carved from the same stone the buildings were.  For some odd reason, the building looked much older than everything else in the town, most likely because all the vegetation around the area was nowhere to be found.  This place must have been abandoned, as it was covered head to toe in cobweb, dust, and dried up plants.  It was no wonder why the previous owner was happy to be rid of the property.  The commotion behind me seemed to confirm that everyone else thought of the same thing except for the principal, who was pretty happy with the outcome.

At this point, people were calling their pokemon out to introduce them to our new school building.  There were a couple of mixed reactions, with some liking the almost haunted appearance of the school while others clinging on to one another from its appearance.  Some pokemon just outright jumped into the moat, more interested in the water than in the actual building.  Looking down at the wonder, I questioned whether it was just as dirty as the building.

I decided to follow the crowd, took out the Nest Ball in my pocket, pushed the white button, and threw it into the air.  The ball popped into a blast of green and white light, and my Floette appeared in front of me, holding her signature orange flower in her hands.  She greeted me with her usual smile as I point to the castle.

“Well, looks like this will be our new school building from here on. What do you think?”

Floette took a look at the castle, and for once, saw a different face from her usual happiness.  It was that of pure horror.  It almost appeared as her face became even whiter than normal.  Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were blankly staring at the old building, almost like a thousand yard stare described in the wars.  Concerned, I rubbed her head with my finger and said, “Floette, you ok? You’re kind of spacing out.”  That seemed to bring her back to reality.  She looked at me and then back at the castle.  Perhaps she was afraid of the castle too?

She screamed. “ FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Instantly, she charged towards the depressing building and headed towards the wall.  She started emitting an unusual power from her flower, which appeared to sprinkle downward onto the dirt like pollen in the air.  Thoroughly confused about my pokemon’s behavior, I watched in awe.  Never before have I seen her in such a frantic manner, not even after our first battle.

“Ah, she must have seen it then.”

I jumped a bit in surprise and turned my head to one of the teachers, who specialized in teaching about the pokedex information.  He had a small, pitiful smile on his face as he watched Floette frantic about.

“See what?  I don’t see anything other than this old building.”

The teacher patted my head, making me take a quick step back.  Old habits die hard, after all.  A quick chuckle from him later he explained what had happened.

“Floettes in general have the ability to create large gardens, and are able to see where flowers have once grown in the past.  Though this building was very old, it too had an amazing garden in its time.  The Flabebe evolution line believes that it is their duty to vegetate as much land as possible, including recreating areas that were wiped out.”

The principal noticed the small talk we were having and declared out loud, “Hmm, your Floette has given me the perfect idea. Everyone, our first assignment is to clean up our new school! The one that helps out the most will not only get a high grade, but will also be the first to accompany me to the Parfum Palace!”

All the kids gasped and ran into the castle to get that ‘award.’  With only their hands and their pokemon to aid them, they began working on cleaning the castle.  It was almost like one of those scenes where everyone was working on a montage for a project to get to the completion scene.  Throughout the day, they were scattered all over the place, cleaning the floor, the tables, the wall, and somehow the upper parts of the building from the outside.  How the hell are they hanging onto the wall without any support, not even from their pokemon!?

As for me, I stayed outside for a few more minutes, watching my Floette trying her hardest to revive the missing garden.  She seemed to be working quite hard, but I can tell that she’s tiring herself out, if her panting wasn’t obvious enough.  The color of her flower was also becoming lighter with every swing and cast.

Rather than figure out what would happen if the flower lost all of its color, I decided to help her out by planting some berries that I had collected through the route we traveled.  Dig up a hole, drop a berry in, and repeat; that was all I could do.  I may not be a gardener, but I think I did a pretty good job if I said so myself.  This continued on until evening, when she finally noticed that someone was helping her planting new life into the dirt, me.  She looked at me in surprise at what I was doing, my hand and clothes covered from speckles of dirt.

“I don’t know much about plants, but if what the teacher said is true, and that you can see gardens that once existed, it only makes sense to help you out right?  Plus it looked like no one else wanted to help you out…”

Floette looked at me for a few moments, and her eyes became teary.  For a moment, I thought I may have done something wrong, but then her lips curved into a smile at the right moment, relieving me of that panic.  What I did not expect, however, was a sudden tackle to the ground, with my Floette’s face buried into my cheek.  For such a small pokemon, Floette was pretty powerful, being able to push me to the ground and what not.

“Ettu! Ettu!” she cried out.

“H-hey now, take it easy!”  I flustered out laughing as she nuzzled my cheek.

I was left comforting my pokemon, who was crying tears of joy over a simple act of kindness, when a certain glint on the floor caught my eye.

I stood up and walked towards the small flicker of light, with my Floette hanging close onto my face.  The glint became more defined until I got close enough to see that it was a shiny rock.  It appeared light green in color, and had a model of what appeared to be a yellow flower within it, something like that of a toothpaste marble with that orange/white strip painted inside it.  It reflected so much light up close that it almost radiated with each passing second, mimicking a glow effect.  I picked up the stone to get a closer look at it.  Even the stone felt warm to the touch, and yet had an unusually smooth touch to it.  Was it made of glass, or just chipped from another rock?

I’ve seen this stone before, but couldn’t put my finger on what it was.  I shrugged; guess I’ve should’ve paid more attention in class so that I didn’t had to rattle my head into trying to remember what it was.  I showed the stone to Floette and asked about the rock.

“Hey Floette, you think you know what this thing is?”

Although I didn’t expect a worded response, I at least thought we had a mutual confusion as to what this stone is.  She too, looks at the stone in confusion, and puts her hand out to touch the stone.

“Wait, don’t let her touch that stone!”

I turned my head to see one of the teachers frantically running towards us.  “That thing is an evolution stone! If you use it now, your Floette wo-”

However, it was already too late as her hand had already touched the stone.  Her body became enveloped into a white light, as I began to see an evolution happen right before my eyes.  My eyes opened wide as I saw Floette’s hand and body phase into the stone.  It was such a pretty light too.  That is, until the stone decided to explode in my face, shoving me and the teacher to the wall.  I crashed on my back, where I thanked the heavens since it was more sturdy after falling on it so many times after my first encounter with Floette .  The teacher, however, was not so lucky, as he landed on his head, knocked out cold before he could finish his explanation.  Bummer.

I groaned in pain and looked up at the thick smoke that covered the area where my Floette once was.  Concerned, I called out to her, hoping that she’ll reply to my voice.  What I heard instead scared the ever loving crap out of me.

“FLORGES?! Flor?”

I felt myself falling back onto the floor, and when the smoke came up, I saw what almost appeared to be a human woman, whose legs reminded like that of a mermaid…with an extra leaf growing on the left and right side of the end rather than fins.  Her head had the same round shape, but her eyelashes covered almost half of her eyes.  Her arms appeared almost as long as mine and her hand now has detailed fingers aside from mitten-like ovals from before.  Additionally, she no longer had her signature orange flower in her hand, but had a bouquet of orange flowers growing around her; from a distance, once could accidently mistake her as a walking wreath.  Her body was significantly larger than before, her height almost matching that of my body.  It also took a shape slightly resembling a Wepear berry, with the width increasing from her chest downward (that apparently grew a diamond-like bra, don’t know how that happened) to her uh…hips, shrinking back to her mermaid-like tail.

I found myself struck with shock and awe at what I saw.  My pokemon had just evolved right in front of me.  Apparently she also called out ‘Florges’ too.  Perhaps that was her new name was as well?  “An accidental evolution, huh…”

My pokemon seemed to have been examining herself as well, taking a better look at her own body.  Her face was filled with happiness, amazed at the transformation she went through, exploring and groping every part of her new body.  It was there that I realized that she really could put off a human-like appearance; she even had two black diamonds on her chest, mimicking a bra at that!

I shook my head.  ‘No Michael, it’s rude to stare,’ I told myself as she repeated her new name in awe.

I got up, approached her and asked, “Well Floett-err…Florges, what do you think of your new form? How do you feel?”

Florges turned around to my voice and looked at me for a moment.  And then it happened.  She looked directly into my eyes, her eyelids lowered and her mouth ever so slowly curling into a cool smile.  She slowly approached me to get a closer look at my reaction.  As I continued to stare into her eyes, a feeling of nervousness began to twang inside of me, something that I haven’t felt in ages.  I found myself approaching her as well, almost as if I was in a hypnotic trance.  It felt as though someone from far away was deciding whether I should be accepted or rejected from one of those special programs, and I barely meet the minimum requirements.  It felt like her stare had me bound in chains, locking me from moving away from my impending doom.

Our eyes remain locked in this tension-filled atmosphere for a while until she lowered her head, bumping my nose with her bouquet of flowers around her head.  I looked in confusion as she brushed her flowers against me until she cupped her hand on some of them and pulled them to my nose.  Perhaps she wanted me to smell them?  While I was never a fan of burying my face into oddball objects, I complied and sniffed a portion of her bouquet, taking in their scent.

Warm. Sweet.  Refreshing.  So many things could be described from the scent that was entering my nostrils.  It almost felt nostalgic, but there’s just no way I could completely described it.  Nothing that I know of could give off such an amazing scent, not even the berries from the city, nor the perfume/cologne from the back home.  “Amazing…” was all that I could say about it.  My Florges giggled at my wonderment in response, cupping her mouth in the process.  That giggle.  At first, I thought it was cute when it was being done when she was a Floette, but there was something about it now that had a somewhat mature sound to it, almost…tempting?  Regardless of what it was it made me shudder uncomfortably.

“Hello? Is anyone there? We heard an explosion outside!”

The children and teachers have finally noticed the explosion outside and stopped their heavy cleaning session to check on it.  The teachers gathered around the knocked out professor and took him inside for some rest, while the majority of the children noticed my evolved Floette and surrounded me and her in astonishment.  There was much chatter amongst them, but I never paid attention to it.  I was more concerned with that stare she gave me and the change in her giggle.  While I was pondering, my Florges came over and hugged me, this time her arms reach across my body for a full on hug.  I jumped in surprise, having my thoughts cut out like that, but I eventually returned the hug to her.  So much had just happened in such little time, and I believed that was enough thinking for today.

I should’ve thought twice for what was to come soon after.