Prelude (slight R18+)

Arther Grett - also known as Ben Tennyson - surveyed his surroundings with one vibrant green eye and one gray-blue eye. His brown hair was softly rustled by the gentle breeze in the air. He had an unusually lean, healthy physique possessing clear muscle definition one would not expect from a ten-year-old boy. However, his robust physique was largely hidden under, a white, short-sleeve shirt with a black stripe down the middle and baggy, brown cargo pants held up by a black belt.

Adorning Arthur's right wrist was an odd 'watch' known as the 'Omnitrix'. It resembled a large wristwatch with a thick, black wristband, white tubes running along its surface, a gray face plate that had white rivets, green buttons just below that, and a green hourglass icon on its face.

Floating just off the ground behind Arthur was the angelic being that radiated light he took to calling Aelita. Resembling a young, possibly preteen girl, she had an unusually developed figure, pink hair styled into two long twin-tails, and a massive pair of pure white wings that radiated light. She wore a sleeveless pink top that hugged her large bust with a diamond shaped hole in the front and a frilly white collar. The incredibly short pleated, black and pink miniskirt she had on left her pink panties easily exposed. Her arms up to her biceps and her legs up to her plump thighs were covered by long, pure white gloves and stockings with no shoes.

Arthur found himself standing just inside a wooden fence - a sign on the other side reading 'Welcome to Pallet Town'. Behind him, he saw gentle hills and a beaten path partially covered by overgrown grass, and in front of him was a wide field. In the distance to either side, he could see what seemed to be a forest. Ahead, he could see winding dirt trails and wide, open, grassy fields. In the distance, he could see houses and buildings.

"Oh, hello, you must be Ben Tennyson, it's good to meet you, young man," called a kind, older man.

Still adjusting to the change in scenery, Arthur took a moment to notice the older man approaching him with a smile on his slightly wrinkled face. He had a head of short gray hair, brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin. He wore a white lab-coat over a gray polo shirt, burgundy slacks, and brown loafers.

Arthur smiled at the man. "That's me."

The man nodded before proceeding to introduce himself, "Well, I know we already talked over the videophone, but I'll introduce myself again anyway. I am Pokémon Professor Samual Oak. It is a pleasure to be meeting you."

"Likewise, Professor," Arthur said before his face suddenly scrunched up in confusion.

"Is something the matter?"

"Huh? Oh, no! I just thought of something. Don't worry about it."

"Hmm, alright then. Well, as you know, I will be sponsoring your Pokémon Journey starting tomorrow. There are some thing's I'll have to go over with you before then. In the meantime, please follow me. I'll show you where you'll be staying for the night."

The man turned and began to lead the way.

Arthur quickly followed but whispered under his breath to the angel following him, "Hey, if we're located near Japan, shouldn't he be speaking Japanese of something?"

Completely unnoticed by the professor, Aelita responded evenly in her melodious but robotically flat voice, "You may not be aware, but 'Samual Oak' was the name used in the English release of the Pokémon franchise. His name was different in the original Japanese. Since you used his English name, the Notebook took the liberty of using the American version. Ergo, the people here will conveniently speak English."

Arthur nodded in understanding. Having realized the potential language barrier, he appreciated the happy accident. "Still…"

Arthur dug in his pocket and pulled out a pen. He then raised his hand and a notebook appeared. Its multicolored surface seemed to be moving - the colors shifting like a lava-lamp -, and the only consistent part of it was the slightly shimmering word across the top in capital letters: "REALITY".

"Let's try and iron out some of the details," Arthur thought. "I can only change something once per plot point, but I wonder how much wiggle room it gives me on something like time."

Somewhat sloppily, Arthur proceeded to balance the Notebook against his arm as he wrote:

The summer road trip of Ben and his family ends August 18th, 2000 - a week before school begins to give time to adjust and unwind.

The Kanto Pokémon League season begins September 1st.

The period from August 18th to August 31st consists of Ben convincing his family to let him be a Pokémon Trainer and making the necessary arrangements with school, Samual Oak, the Kanto Pokémon League, the government, etc.

To become a Pokémon Trainer, Ben was required to study intensively to ensure he understood what all it entailed such as what would be expected of him, related laws, etc. followed by a quiz he passed easily.

Professor Oak would then send a Pokéball via mail with a Pokémon who knew Teleport to transport Ben to Pallet Town and then Teleport themself back to his lab

The Pokémon video game franchise across the globe is a plot by the government to slowly introduce actual Pokémon to the world.

Arthur watched as the words written on the paper vanished as they were absorbed into the Notebook's bindings. A pulse was then released as the words were applied to and changed reality.

Nodding to himself, Arthur was pleased to have ironed out the details covering the period between the end of his summer vacation and now. He then added:

Due to a lack of contact, the behavior and customs of foreigners is unknown to the people of Pokémon Regions who try to be accommodating.

The food in the various Pokémon Regions is highly nutritious - causing people to be very healthy and mature quickly.

Pokémon Trainers are considered emancipated, legal adults in Pokémon Regions even if they are otherwise underage.

I speak and understand all languages.

Again nodding at his changes, Arthur felt particularly pleased. He could only change one thing per plot point, but by being careful with his wording as to what was the recognized target, he found it was possible to repeatedly change something. He felt pleased in his ability to do this.

Slipping the pen into the Notebook and closing it, Arthur felt that was good enough for now. However, when he redirected bus attention to his surroundings, he realized Professor Oak had been speaking to him. He quickly focused on what the man was saying to try and follow along.

"-ant an opportunity this is. It's important that you take this seriously. As your sponsor, you will be expected to assist me in my research. However, we can discuss this more tomorrow. Right now, I want to make sure you understand what'll be happening." Professor Oak then turned to the boy trailing behind him to be sure he was paying attention.

Feeling self-conscious, Arthur argued, "I passed the test didn't I…"

Nodding, Oak stopped walking and said, "Yes, you did, but there is no harm in making sure. There's a difference between putting words on a paper and what a person actually knows. I respect your grandfather, and if he vouches for you, that is good enough for me. However, as your sponsor, I am responsible for you. And, there are quite a few people who are a bit more antsy about the first foreign Pokémon Trainer than I am and don't have as much faith in Max's word. So, do forgive me for wanting to be clear."

"Yes, sir," Arthur responded slightly chastised.

Seeing that his message had gotten through, Professor Oak nodded and resumed walking with Arthur following behind. "Now, it is tradition in Kanto for children your age to become Pokémon Trainers. Typically, this involves receiving their first Pokémon and setting out on a Pokémon Journey. What exactly this entails varies by the individual in terms of both content and duration. In fact, I believe there are some who consider a single day - basically an overnight camping trip - to be worthy of constituting a Journey."

"However, your standard Pokémon Journey would consist of a six-to-twelve-month adventure across the Kanto Region. Past that, some will continue to be professional Pokémon Trainers. Others and those who have shorter Journeys are typically those who are not interested in training as a profession. They typically release their Pokémon and go into some other profession or keep them as companions if able."

"Though not everyone goes on a Pokémon Journey, most do. Civilians are not allowed to officially own Pokémon. It is only by embarking on a Journey, they receive a license to do just that, but it is limited and you won't typically see someone with more than one-to-six Pokémon in their care. Though, there are means for businesses to receive a special license to employ Pokémon in excess of this.

"Professional Pokémon Trainers, on the other hand, differ. Due to being called on in times of crisis or disaster, they receive special permission go travel, capture, and train Pokémon. This includes being able to purchase items related to this, and there typically is no limit to the number you can capture beyond what the Trainer can care for."

"You, however, are a different case. Because I am your sponsor, a portion of my research funds will be used to fund your Journey, and in exchange, you are to help me with my research. But as I said, I will explain more on this tomorrow.

"The point I want to make clear with you now is that being a Pokémon Trainer is not like owning some pet like in America. Pokémon are far more intelligent and dangerous than anything you've encountered before."

Arthur coughed to cover up a laugh that slipped out. Clearing his throat, he thought, "I may have skipped over the Ben 10 part of this story, but even just following canon, Ben will have dealt with anything Pokémon could throw at him…Maybe not legendries…"

Sparing a glance behind him but otherwise seeming not to notice Arthur's behavior, Professor Oak continued, "As a Pokémon Trainer, you will be venturing out into the wilderness and encounter all manner of Pokémon both friendly and not. If you aren't careful, you could lose your very life."

"Is this really something ten-year-old kids should be doing," Arthur interjected.

Professor Oak chuckled somewhat tersely. "Yes, well, I did say not everyone tries to be a Pokémon Trainer, and most don't pursue it as a profession. However, things are far safer now than in the past. With roads, modern medicine, etc. The standard is for new Trainers to travel the Region to gain experience. If they want to continue, they typically return home and train more before heading out in earnest."

Arthur thought of Ash Ketchum's Pokémon Journey as seen in the anime and what he knew of the manga and questioned the 'safety' in this.

Professor Oak then sighed, "I just want to be sure you understand. It's been on the decline, but there are still cases of young people losing their life after setting out on their Pokémon Journey. I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into and will take it seriously soto make sure I don't lose my friend's grandson. Pokémon are unlike anything you've seen."

"I think I know exactly what they are," Arthur thought as he decided to pull the Notebook back out.

"Looks like we're here," Professor Oak declared happily.

Notebook open and pen at the ready, Arthur jumped slightly at the sudden exclamation.

Looking around, Arthur found they were in a neighborhood…or at least he thought so. Though there were houses, they each had a sizable area around them quartered off by white, picket fences and there was a considerable distance between each house with dirt roads branching all throughout the area.

"I guess this is what it's like to live in rural areas," Arthur considered. He then raised his head at the house they were standing in front of.

Compared to the nearest house one could see, this one seemed somewhat larger. It was two stories tall but counted four windows back instead of the two or three of other houses. The bottom of the house was noticeably made of brick which others seemed to lack and the greenish-yellow walls seemed to be of higher quality. The roof was a reddish-brown like other houses but seemed to be made from something other than just regular shingles.

The house's uniquely cobblestone walkway was decorated in flowers, and the surrounding yard - while more ordinary - had a few noticeable fruit-barring trees, berry-growing bushes, and a small garden over to the side.

"Ben," Professor Oak called.

Arthur snapped his attention back to the professor and realized he had been lost in admiring the house.

"Are you going to come in?"

"Y-Yeah," Arthur quickly replied as he hurried to the door. "Sorry, got a little distracted."

Professor Oak smiled in good-natured. "It's fine. I suppose I should take your admiration as a compliment. This is my house where I live with my granddaughter. It's also where you'll be spending the night before setting out on your Journey tomorrow."

The man sighed, "I'll ask again. Are you sure you know what you're getting into?"

"Professor," Arthur quickly interjected to stop the older man. He then paused as he quickly thought about the phrasing of his words. He then said, "Professor, you have nothing to worry about. I know how serious this is, and I know what I'm doing."

Suddenly feeling much more assured, Professor Oak smiled and nodded. "Alright then, why don't we head inside and you can take a look at the place."

As the professor opened the door, Arthur redirected his attention to the open Notebook in his hands.

Pokémon are living masses of energy born from Arceus's power and shaped by the thoughts of surrounding organisms - explaining their otherwise impossible biology and powers.

Closing the Notebook, Arthur quickly followed Professor Oak inside.

Upon walking in, the main hallway's walls carried framed pictures of Professor Oak throughout his life as well as other people assumed to be his family.

Spotting the living room, Arthur saw a television, coffee table, a couch, and a chair. However, the room also consisted of wall-to-wall bookshelves containing countless books and papers of unknown content. He then noticed a small trophy case to the side of the room containing a gold trophy and a small case containing two rows of four small badges. He quickly recognized the badges as being Pokémon Gym Badges and assumed the trophy as going to the winner of the Pokémon League.

"Daisy, I'm back and I've brought our guest," Professor Oak called out.

"Grandpa," responded a young girl's voice.

Opposite the living room and a little further down the hallway was the kitchen. From it stepped out a young girl roughly fifteen-years-old. Cute but plain-looking, she had brown eyes and long brown hair that reached the middle of her back. She had on a yellow, short-sleeve top and long, green skirt.

"Daisy, come over and meet the young boy I told you about," Professor Oak instructed. "He'll be staying the night with us."

Daisy walked up and Professor Oak rested a hand on her shoulder as he introduced, "This is the grandson of my friend from America - Ben Tennyson. And Ben, this is my granddaughter, Daisy Oak."

"It's nice to meet you," Daisy greeted.

"Likewise," Arthur smiled cheerfully.

However, internally, Arthur thought, "Now to begin my three-part plan. Part one, fulfill every kids dream and become a Pokémon Trainer. Part two, train myself so I don't freeze up when action happens. Part three, 'Gotta fuck 'em all'. I've already changed Professor Oak, so…"

"Professor, I thank you for showing me around so far, but shouldn't you be getting back to your lab. I'm sure Daisy can show me around if I need anything."

Professor Oak grew thoughtful, "I suppose you're right. Do you mind looking after our guest, Daisy?"

Daisy shook her head. "No, Grandpa. I'll be fine."

Nodding at her reply, Professor Oak said, "Alright then." He then patted her on the shoulder and started to leave. "I guess I'll be going then. Ben, though it may be brief, try to make yourself at home. And Daisy, try to help Ben feel welcome."

"Okay grandpa."

Offering another nod, Professor Oak proceeded to leave the house.

"Now," Daisy began - getting Arthur's attention -, "I know you didn't have much of a trip, but are you hungry? Is there anything you would like to eat?" She then retreated back into the kitchen.

"Let's see," Daisy began thoughtfully, "I don't know much about American food, but I can see abou-EEP!!"

Daisy suddenly yelled as something slammed into her back. She then froze a she felt that something grab onto her breasts. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a head of brown hair clinging to her. "B-Ben!? What are you doing?"

Arthur raised his head to look into her brown eyes with his green and gray-blue ones. He innocently said, "I just wanted to thank you for agreeing to let me stay here with you. Even if it is only for one day."

"I-I see. Well, you're welcome. So, if you would- !!" Daisy stopped talking as Arthur began to feel around, knead, and massage her modest chest. "Ben…" she wanted to stop him but did not want to be too harsh; he was only a child and just trying to thank her. "Ben, you should stop this."

"Why," Arthur asked innocently but not stopping his hands. "I'm just giving you a massage. And, it feels good, right? My mom said it's important to show gratitude and she loves it when I massage her." He then looked confused and hesitant - though still did not stop his hands. "The Professor said to make myself at home…Am I doing something wrong?"

Daisy wanted to say yes but hesitated. "Grandpa did say to make him feel welcome. Does he really do this with his mother? Is that something they due in America?"

Arthur's hands began to slow and retract when Daisy suddenly said, "I…I suppose it's okay…It's just a massage after all. But just this one okay."

Arthur gave a joyful grin to the blushing girl as he resumed his actions. However, as she looked away, his smile turned more smug. His happiness was genuine but it was born from his being pleased at successfully bullshitting his way through things.

"'Everyone believes me' and 'accommodate foreigners' for the win. In hindsight, I should have changed Daisy to make this easier, but whatever. And, since she's going along with it…"

Arthur proceeded to quickly lower his hands and slip them into Daisy's shirt. The girl squeaked in shock as she felt his hands slide under her white bra and begin directly massaging her breasts.

"Is something wrong," Arthur asked.

Daisy placed her hands on the table to support herself. After a moment, she responded, "N-No…Everything's fine…"

Continuing to escalate, Arthur began grinding against Daisy's rear.

Feeling Arthur's erect member poking and rubbing against her, Daisy froze. "B-Ben, what are you d-doing?"

Feigning innocence, Arthur replied, "I felt funny. Daisy, do you think we could do something…more?"

"M-More!?" Daisy panicked. She did not think this was a good idea and wanted to stop. However, she also did not want to be rude or harsh.

Seeing her hesitance, Arthur readied some line to try to gain sympathy by claiming he was in pain and wanted her help. However, before anything could be said, knocking was heard at the door.