A/N: I'm not quitting writing Naruto related stuff, if that's what anyone's afraid of. I just figured that I'd make a go of Pokemon since I'm a big fan of the games, as much of a casual grind player as I am. And this is TECHNICALLY a reboot since the first version was lost when I lost my flashdrive. I've acquired my old 2 gb one so I'm using that, but no one here cares about my lost technology. So I hope you enjoy this re-telling of Emerald in Lemon format.

Sleeping in the back of a moving truck is more comfortable than one might think. It's dark, generally peaceful, and the boxes make for a good bed. Until, of course, you're rudely awakened when the truck stops. I hit the truck floor with a loud thud and a curse as the back was opened to let in the blinding sunlight. I tried to block it out as a miffed looking Vigoroth grunted at me. Sighing, I leapt out of the truck and took in my surroundings. They were pathetic.

"Hey mom, I know you said we were moving some where quieter, but this is a bit much." There were about 5 houses total, a small shop, and a two-story building that was host to a Pokemon lab that my dad mentioned. My mom walked out, just missing a Vigoroth that was carrying several boxes.

"Well honey, Petalburg didn't have any free places, so we moved as close as we could." She had that smile that mothers get when they expect their children to be happy. I hate her enthusiasm sometimes.

"But here of all places? I mean, maybe Oldale town... no scratch that, they're more desolate than this place." Mom sighed.

"You know Brendan, this town has a Pokelab. You just might get a pokemon. Then you can go on one of those adventures." I perked up. That's right, this place did have a Pokelab that might give out a pokemon. That is something I could get into. I turned to say something but saw a Vigoroth take the last box from the truck. I knew that box since I marked it with a drawing of a Pokeball. I ran over and grabbed the box.

"I'll just take this for you. No need for you to work any harder than you should." I chuckled sheepishly as the Vigoroth stood stoically for a second before he released the box and walked back to the truck as I damn near lost my grip on the heavy box. With a quick heave, I brought it up to my chest and made my way into the house. I had to take this box myself, or else I'd risk its contents being discovered. And while I was decently smooth about it all, seeing the stairs made me realize that I could've asked the Vigoroth to put the box in my room. But then that would've looked suspicious. Oh dear Arceus this is a dilemma.

Regardless of previous plans and their flaws, I made my painstaking way up the stairs while huffing and puffing due to the weight of the box. When I finally made it to my room, I let the box down with a large exhale. I knelt down and opened the box to reveal what had weighed it down so: Magazines, DVD's, and VHS tapes. A nice little collection of smut that had been gathering over the years through some shady and, dare I say, clever ways. I looked around my room. The Vigoroth had set up most of it, the TV, the bed, the drawers. They even took my computer out of the box, though they didn't plug it in. I decided against watching a video simply due to the fact that it'd take me far too long to set either up. So I settled for the top magazine in the box.

The cover had a picture of three various hair coloured bombshells. The three sisters from Cerulean City. Apparently, they left the gym to go do water ballet. However, that didn't pull in as much money as people like to think. So they supplemented their funds by doing this. And they weren't bad, but their younger sister who now runs the gym is, according to various sources, more attractive. And she had a shred of self-respect, but that's not the point. I flipped through the magazine some, and remembered why I bought this issue: These girls were incredible. I spent a bit sifting through, getting ready to break in the new room when I heard that dreaded knock on my bedroom door.

"Brendan, are you in there?" Aw shit it's mom. I quickly dropped the magazine in the box, closed it, and had it in my closet in record time. I'd had practice, let's leave it at that. I quickly went over and opened the door just as my mother was about to.

"Hey mom, what's up?" Just be cool. Not non-chalant, but cool. My mother stared at me for a second before she answered.

"I just wanted to get you downstairs, your father is on the television." I made my way past her and down the stairs to find the TV was set up. The news was on and the reporter was saying

"And that was Norman from Petalburg gym. Thanks for watching." Damn.

"Oh I guess you just missed him." I turned to see my mother just making it to the front room. Of course she got to see more of him. Lovely. Mom made her way to the kitchen before saying "Oh I want you to go introduce yourself to the neighbors if you don't mind." I do mind. I don't generally like other people. However, as I walked out, my mother harped at me. "Take a shower before you go out Brendan, that truck made you smell."

"Alright." I grumbled. I hate it when she does that. 'Oh Brendan, go do something in public.' Then 'No Brendan! You have to do this this and that! Blah blah blah!' I turned my self around and went back upstairs to find the bathroom. Once I did, I stripped and showered, making sure to wash my hair since if I didn't, I'd get harped at. And getting harped at is annoying.

Once I finished my shower, I made my way to my room where I found a set of clothes I bought in preparation of a journey through the Hoenn. I put them and looked at myself in the mirror. And orange and black shirt, fingerless orange gloves with black and green wristbands, black pants with black short legs that went to just above the knee, old shoes with black socks, and a green over the shoulder bag that went over my right shoulder. Not bad if I do say so myself. However, it wasn't complete. I grabbed the green head hand I got and slipped it over my white hair and then the outfit was complete.

A lot of people thought I dyed my hair, but it's natural. Doctors called it a birth defect. I call it a conversation starter. One time I made people think it was a hat by dying some of the lower parts brown. I regretted it when people tried to take off the "hat" and wound up pulling my hair. It sucked. However, I pushed on and here I am. In a one-ponyta town.

I walked downstairs to see mom watching her soaps. Of course, she harps at me and then ignores me. Probably due to the fact that I did what she asked, but that's a mere theory at this point. I sighed and exited the house with a less than enthusiastic gait. It was sunny out, some clouds, and a breeze. This is actually my favourite kind of day. I walked over to the neighbors hours and inspected the mailbox which had Birch written on it in nice calligraphy. Someone likes their name. I went up and knocked on the door and it was answered by a pretty looking woman with a smile on her face.

"Can I help you?" She was a bit shorter than me, and had brown hair. She wore a sun dress due to the weather.

"Um, yeah. I'm Brendan from next door. We just moved in and I came to introduce myself." Under strict penalty of death. The woman's eyes lit up with recognition.

"Oh yes, you're Norman's son. Come in. We have a daughter about your age and she's been waiting to meet you." Two things: first of all, a good looking mother asking me into her home? I like where that's going. And second, a daughter my age? Hell yes.

"Thank you." I turned on my good boy charm. Best to keep her placated while I made a move on her daughter should she be worth it. The woman made her way to the kitchen while a blue-haired boy sat on the couch watching TV.

"Max, introduce yourself to your new neighbor." The kid turned to me as if finally realizing that another presence walked this house.

"Hey." And he turned back to the TV. The mother sighed.

"I'm sorry. Our daughter will be upstairs if you want to meet her." I waited for a second for her to laugh and call her daughter down. There was no laugh. No chuckle or giggle. Not even a slight disruption in her breathing. So I took what I could and made my slow way up the stairs, expecting her to say she was kidding and that she would never allow a boy my age who's horny as hell most of the time near her daughter in an unsupervised space. And yet, that didn't happen. By the time I was at the top of the stairs, I was out of earshot.

I made my way down the hall, noting that this place was a mirror image of my house. Based on that observation, I made a guess as to which room would be the daughter's. I opened the room to see my room, but more girlish. And a lone pokeball in the middle of the rug. Odd. I went over and knelt down, looking around to make sure no one was watching, when I reached for it.

"Who are you?" I stopped and turned to see….. Holy Arceus. This girl was incredible. She had brown hair, blue eyes, and orange and white top that went just below the waist with a black collar, white gloves with black fingers, green and black wristbands (not unlike my own), orange and white shoes with tight black biker shorts. She could probably overload my testosterone levels, and currently was.

"Um." Was all I could manage. I stood up awkwardly as the girl went and picked up the pokeball. I got a nice view as she did so. She then went to her computer and I spurted out "Brendan, your next door neighbor." The girl gave me a blank look before working on something. You idiot! "Derr, I'm your next door neighbor" the hell is that? I scorned myself. I have terrible luck with women, and situations like that make me aware of it. However, the girl chuckled.

"Well put. I'm May if that helps." It did, slightly. However, I had quite an attractive female in my presence and that tended to set me on edge.

"Well, I guess it does." That's right, make it smooth, dipshit. May chuckled.

"Mind of I ask why you were trying to take my empty pokeball?"I inhaled to answer….. and I came up with nothing. Time to go for the innocent happened-upon story.

"Well I was searching for your room and I saw that pokeball lay there so I-"

"Bull shit." I stared at May. What was she implying? Still at her computer, she elaborated. "When you 'happened upon' my room, you saw the opportunity to get a pokeball and maybe a pair or two of my underwear. However, I've entered the room and you're most likely figuring out which way to get me in the sack as opposed to merely acquiring some panties. But the chances of me sleeping with someone I just met and who probably wanks to his box of mags, dvds, and vhs tapes are slim to none." She turned her head to look at me. "Well, am I right?" I had no answer. But I had to defend myself.

"Well, first things first, I never intended to raid your panty drawer." Yet. "And I was merely curious about the pokeball." Alright we covered the bases.

"You're not disproving the box." Shit. How could I forget that thing? It's huge.

"Well, some people say it's healthy for a man to do that within the confines of his room." Alright, alright, not bad Brendan. Just keep it smooth from here and it might not be the worst turn out. May smiled, turned off her PC, walked over to me, and proceeded to grip my jewels in a vice grip.

"Well, we'll see how healthy it is now, won't we?" And she started playing with me a bit. I was frozen with sheer shock. Hell, it was an almost out-of-body experience.

"Wh-what the hell are you doing?" This was a whole new ball park. And it was weird. May simply smiled as she did her thing, which I swear I had no power to stop.

"Well, we've got to see just how healthy you really are. I mean, you can't enter uncharted waters without a bit of recon." …yeah.

"That's great and all but um." By this point the mast of the ship was full and ready to go sail into the metaphorical waters. "Wouldn't the waters be, um, you?" May let out a sigh/giggle before letting go of my crotch and leaving a tent she pitched in my pants. She walked seductively over to here drawer while muttering a couple things. She went sifting through before pulling something out. I leaned around to look, the only amount I could move, and saw a dildo she was examining.

"So, uh, what's the point of that?" May turned to look and smiled a bit more.

"Well, you're actually of decent size so I'm going to have to upgrade. I don't want to get torn up down there." Then she shut the drawer, putting the self-pleasure device in question in her bag, and walked over to m, pressing me against the wall.

"But that's what you men like to do, isn't it? Throw an innocent woman down, tear her clothes off, and ravish her while she screams your name in both pleasure and pain at the feeling of losing all that she considers sacred." That was probably one of the more elaborate ways of putting it.

"Um, well, I've yet to do, uh, that." I laughed sheepishly as May was looking like she wanted to strap me up and start riding me like a Rapidash. However, she pulled away and giggled.

"Well then, I guess you'll have to learn. But not from me." She grabbed her bag and went to the door. She looked back and said "I've got places to be so I'll see you in a bit. Nice meeting you." She sounded fucking normal. I hate it when girls do that. I stared down at the tent down below.

"You know, camping season's over." Nothing happened. I spied her drawer and remembered her mentioning something about panty raids. An evil grin on my face, I walked over and opened the drawer to find a nice little treasure trove. Well, one or two pairs will do until she wants them back. I quickly grabbed the two pairs and left the room.

"Alright mom, I'll be careful." I heard May's voice as I descended the stairs. May was facing her mother, who was facing the kitchen sink. I passed May as her mother asked

"How did your meeting with Brendan go?" May was about to answer as I did what was something brave for a beta male such as myself: I gave her ass a nice squeeze. She had a deep intake of breath at the surprise as I continued to ride the brave wave and whisper in her ear

"You're not the only one who can play grab-ass you know." Letting go and turning to leave, I answered her mother. "It went good, May was really helpful in telling me what's what." May's mother nodded as May looked at me. The courage that as with me just a moment ago had now left me for dead so I opened the door and booked it out of there. The sun still high in the sky, I went to go hide in the route just outside of town when I saw a young girl standing at the entrance. I stopped beside her and she looked at me.

"I heard someone scream earlier. Could you go check out what happened for me? I'm scared." I smiled.

"Alright, I'll go." I stepped forward and looked around. It wasn't even dark due to shadows. Then I heard it. The scream.

"Help! It's Attacking me!"

A/N: Well, there you go. I said it would be a lemony adventure. Key word: adventure. Not Brendan fucking a girl at every turn (Though there will be intercourse, don't worry). Now I know people are going to harp at me "Hey, he has a hat not white hair!" etc. In my mine he does indeed have white hair. If it's SUCH a big issue for you, then go to google and find a suitable pokemon lemon story or pokemon pornography site. Now I plan for this to have, GASP, a plot. An actual adventure based on my playthroughs of the game with a couple extras added in. Aside from that, I hope you guys enjoy this. I'm sure I'll provide some decent fap/schlick time for someone (Probably at a later point). Anyway, have fun.