>>50648070Instantly, I can feel her body temperature begin to rise, along with the air around her. There's steam rising from her body, now, and it's a bit too hot to handle. I carefully remove the disk; her feathers stop glowing, and the temperature of the air around me quickly cools down.
Next, I take the pink disk and insert it into the slot. Unlike last time, I can't see any obvious changes; she's still standing there, unfazed, instead with glowing pink feathers. The air does feel a bit thicker, though, along with a hint of sweetness, but besides that, there's nothing much at all.
I head back to my desk to take notes, but the speaker crackles to life again. "Sir. Please read the provided instructions clearly," the voice sighs, "Please start with the reproductive compatibility test before completion of the evaluatory portion of the experiment."
I read the technical paper over again, this time a bit more thoroughly; it's starting to make more sense—and it's also making me nervous. There are detailed—very detailed—anatomical diagrams of this thing's reproductive system, and the whole thing is laid out like a flow chart. It's pretty clear that I'm going to be doing a lot more than just recording my findings on a piece of paper, here. It's all written very clinically, detailing everything I'm expected to do with this thing, and I'm not sure I like what I'm reading.
I have a wife and kids, I didn't sign up to fuck a Pokemon, what is wrong with the administration running this place?
As I stand up to get help, I can feel the syrupy-sweet sensation in the air getting stronger by the second; my heart is racing, and my hands are getting clammy. Looking over to the Pokemon—who's still waiting patiently for me to continue—I can see that she's staring at me intently. Her eyes are wide open, her pupils are dilated, and I can feel my inhibitions slowly melting away like a sugar cube in a warm cup of coffee
