Devon Corporation, Hoenn — Executive Boardroom
The towering spires of Devon Corporation's Rustboro HQ loomed over the glittering skyline like a cathedral of industry. In the uppermost executive floor—deep within the glass-and-gold sanctum known as the Nova Room—the board of directors had convened for an emergency meeting.
The windows dimmed as holographic screens floated above the black marble table. Power suits flanked each seat, their wearers steeled with decades of experience, political clout, and polished ruthlessness.
President Joseph Stone stood at the head, arms crossed, staring at a financial projection that looked more like a warzone.
"The 3.7 trillion PokéDollar spike in registered outbound assets is real," the CFO confirmed. "Confirmed transfers from prize accounts, emergency funds, and three separate asset portfolios across Kanto, Johto, and Sinnoh."
"Caused by one trainer?" asked a woman in a steel-blue blazer.
"Yes, ma'am. His profile tags him as Jaxon Ryder Mercer. Registered in Fenshaw, certified under Bronze League ranking…"
Stone's eye twitched.
One of the other executives leaned forward. "Should we revoke his prize rights? Push back on the public perception?"
"Absolutely not," Stone snapped. "He won fair and square. If we pull back now, it'll trigger legal inquiries and media storms. We ride this out."
"Sir, with respect—he bought a full aerial armada, hired a combat-rated chef team, and now owns a tree that can rewrite quantum physics. How the hell is that even possible? Do you know many people who fail, bound to a tree like that? It's in the millions, and there are only a few people on the planet who are connected to a Soul Tree connected to him. Elite Four and up, and that's only half of them. "
Stone sighed and opened a new tab. "Get marketing on this. Make him the poster boy of our Elite Future Champions campaign. Call it… I don't know. Jaxon Protocol." He rubbed his face. "And someone notify the Hoenn treasury department. They're going to see… fluctuations."
--- Jaxon Ryder Mercer: Pokémon Battles (Waifu Team) ----
The hum of tires rolled over a sun-baked stretch of blacktop outside Fenshaw. A sleek, jet-black off-road truck tore down Route 9, its heavy-duty 12-wheel treads and repulsor lift hum marking it as something far beyond civilian regulation. The engine purred like a Luxray's growl—powerful, untamed, and ready to lunge.
It was a beast of a machine—fully armored, terrain adaptive, battle rated. Its matte finish shimmered with smart-paint logos: Rotom-head decals, Elite Registry holograms, and a glowing silver crest declaring its owner's sheer gall.
Hooked behind it was a reinforced travel trailer the size of a mid-tier house. Sleek, chrome-trimmed, and bristling with antennae, it shimmered faintly under the afternoon sun like a mobile lab-slash-villa hybrid. Inside, the comforts bordered on obscene: velvet sofas, sleep pods, massage chairs, digital fireplaces, gourmet kitchen, battle sim modules, and of course—a dedicated Pokémon nursery.
Jaxon Ryder Mercer leaned back behind the wheel like he was cruising to a beach party, sunglasses angled low, chewing on a thin sprig of bitterroot like it made him wiser. He wore a loose T-shirt under an open tactical jacket, one leg slung casually over the seat.
The map drone beside him chirped out navigation updates in a cheery voice. "Estimated arrival at Route 10's outer ridge in 12 hours, 45 minutes. No major obstacles detected. Road temperature is currently—"
"Quiet mode," Jaxon said, tapping its dome.
The drone beeped and fell silent.
"Peace," Jaxon muttered. "Finally."
The sun dipped low, casting golden rays across the terrain. His fingers drummed the steering wheel as he drove into the horizon like a man who didn't have a single clue what the hell he was doing—but was determined to do it in style.
In the back, behind sealed cabin doors and soundproof luxury…
--- Jaxon Ryder Mercer: Pokémon Battles (Waifu Team) ----
Elise's POV — The Pokémon Lounge Area
Elise hovered near a sun-drenched plush bench. Her pale cerulean body shimmered under the warm artificial lights, her dainty arms tucked close. She squinted upward.
Something buzzed in her skull.
[Welcome to the Trainer Harem System!]
[Initiating Primary Trainer Sync...]
Name: Jaxon Ryder Mercer
Age: 18
Money: 301 million PokéDollars
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180 lbs
Trainer Rank: Bronze (Novice)
Aura Classification: Normal Affinity, Fire Affinity, Water Affinity, Grass Affinity, Electric Affinity, Ice Affinity, Fighting Affinity, Poison Affinity, Ground Affinity, Flying Affinity, Psychic Affinity, Bug Affinity, Rock Affinity, Ghost Affinity, Dragon Affinity, Dark Affinity, Steel Affinity, Fairy Affinity, Stellar Affinity.
Aura Size: Huge
Mental Fortitude: 1
Prowess: 1
Aura: 1
Pokémon Trainer: 1
Charm: 1
[System Objective: In order to elevate your Trainer's abilities, power, and fortune, you must increase the emotional and romantic favorability of high-value female targets. When a woman's favorability reaches 100%, your Trainer will receive a massive attribute boost and a reward payout of 100 billion PokéDollars. All affection must be earned through action, personality, and presence. Bribery, manipulation, or coercion will fail. Let your Trainer's natural charisma shine! You are a witness, guide, and emotional support unit. Good luck.]
[High-Level Women Detected!]
Name: Marceline Gato
Age: 24
Beauty: 10/10
Favorability: 17%
Note: "Resists all flirtation. Secretly intrigued. Hates him. Will probably murder him."
Name: Bonnie Hikifune
Age: 23
Beauty: 10/10
Favorability: 90%
Note: "Soft spot for idiots. Sees him as a lovable disaster. Would absolutely spoon him without asking."
[ALERT: Bonnie Hikifune has reached 90% favorability. Leveling host attributes by one.]
[WARNING: Stat Feedback in 2 minutes. Recommend: get on a bed.]
Elise blinked slowly. "...What in the actual name of Mew?" She remembered this sight. E.D.I always looked like this before playing those human shows and movies.
No response. The interface began to fade, but the blue symbols danced around her eyes a moment longer, imprinting the data into memory.
She turned toward her teammates, the glow still flickering around her pupils.
"Girls... I think our trainer is broken."
A black, rock-like Pokémon with a conical body floated nearby. Her smooth mineral skin shimmered with ethereal flecks of glittering dust. Embedded crystals glowed faintly, catching the ambient light with soft gleams. A fluffy collar surrounded her small head. She had bright blue eyes, a light blue gemstone on her crown, and delicate diamond-shaped ears adorned with ruby topaz earrings—accessories Jaxon had inexplicably insisted on adding himself.
For reasons he doesn't understand, but after all Wonder Trades and the regular random Trades, the urge to accessorize his Pokémon was strong.
Seraphine's eyes sparkled.
Pokémon: Carbink (♀) Name: Seraphine Nature: Calm (+Sp. Def, -Attack) Ability: Clear Body Type: Rock / Fairy
Level: 27 Moveset: Reflect, Moonblast, Power Gem, Stealth Rock, Safeguard, Trick Room, Calm Mind, Ancient Power, Light Screen, Flail, Stone Edge, Toxic, Rest, Explosion, Rock Polish, Flash, Dazzling Gleam, Sleep Talk, Rock Slide, Gyro Ball, Safeguard, Earth power, Magic Coat, Magnet Rise, Wonder Room, Snore, Psychic, Facade, Double Team, Stored Power, Telekinesis, Stomping Tantrum, Hail, Sunny Day, Hidden Power (Grass), Sandstrom, Subsitute, Body Press, Charm, Rain Dance, Body Slam, Rock Blast, Flash Cannon, Spikes, Iron Head, Heavy Slam, Hyper Beam, Tera Blast, Endeavor, Giga Impact, Amnesia, Gravity, Boton Pass, Scorching Sands, Misty Explosion,
Is she any good at any of these moves? The answer is a big fat no.
As a Carbink, she was ancient. Very ancient. She remembered a time when humans built homes from logs, not concrete. Over a thousand years ago, she had been caught by a jeweler and passed through the generations of the Mon Luce family—from mother to daughter, never in battle, only as a companion, a jewel detector, and an ever-listening ear.
She learned much. Little good. Some… not very lot not.
"This voice is telling us that our master needs mates!" Seraphine chirped excitedly. "Just like when Lord Antonio took Lady Elegar behind the bathhouse drapery! He breed her so hard that day. Lady Mercy didn't know a thing. I miss her..."
The Carbink had fond memories of Mercy Mon Luce, the wife of the Mon Luce family. Mercy Mon Luce is a very temperamental, snobby, arrogant, selfish, and classist person. A grade bitch to her core and was responsible for the lives of many maids ruined to extend a bloodline she married into.
Not like she had a choice in the manner. She is also a freak with very tastes that can't be put through an editor program.
Her husband was even worse.
Elise nearly dropped her spoon. "Really?!"
"Think of all the babies!" Seraphine beamed.
Elise clutched her tiny face. "What makes you say that?! Did that noble house teach you human mating?"
The Ralts knew that mating was important to humans. The wonderful book with females only wearing two clothing said so.
Jaxon had only been in this world for about a month, and he was already buying Pokéboy magazines and corrupting his Ralts.
Anyone who bet against that outcome had just lost money.
Seraphine's tale was not the tale of virtue. The Mon Luce males were… monsters. Manipulative, greedy, lustful beyond reason. Antonio—vain, cruel, narcissistic—once bragged about claiming noblewomen with only a smile and the hint of wealth. He twisted right and wrong with elaborate excuses, convincing himself every crime was justified.
And Seraphine? She watched. She remembered. She learned. And somehow, she came out with a treasure trove of scandalous wisdom—and a weird belief that everything was just part of courtship rituals.
Thankfully, Antonio's son Anthony had a conscience. A genetic anomaly, he exposed his family's secrets, freed the Pokémon in their care, and disbanded their cruel estate. That's how Seraphine ended up on the market again, and how, through a string of bizarre trade guild lotteries… she ended up in Jaxon's team.
Elise needs to study this. If her human has mates, then he will get even happier.
The Ralts line, as well as most Fairy-type Pokémon, minorly feeds off positive emotions.
Jaxon is already a chilled, happy person—but if he gains a mate... He will give even more positive emotions.
A petite, shadowy figure leaned against the travel trailer's wide panoramic window, her violet eyes half-lidded with amusement. Morgana the Gothita—shiny, of course—was a walking contrast of elegance and mischief. Her sleek indigo skin shimmered with a soft gloss, offset by pale lavender bows tied neatly around her neck and head. A choker made of black silk, adorned with a glinting purple gemstone, dangled a small silver bell that softly chimed with each dramatic tilt of her head.
"Doesn't Master already have mates? I know the pink-haired human wants to mate," Morgana said in a voice that was far too casual for the bomb she'd just dropped.
Elise spun around, greeting her younger sister. "Master does have her and Marceline. But I don't think she likes Master that much."
"Why not?" Morgana tilted her head innocently, her small lips curled into a smirk. "We all smelled it. Humans give off such strong mating signals when they're emotionally repressed. And that Bonnie girl? She reeks of a bitch in heat. Like a canine Pokémon."
"I… you—what even is that sentence?!"
Morgana twirled on her stubby feet, humming a dark, melodic tune. "It's obvious. That smile, the way she looks at him… And that Gato woman? Oh, she's angry—but underneath that rage is heat."
Elise's eyes went wide. "You can't possibly tell that just from looks—!"
"I can tell a lot of things." Morgana folded her arms. "I was raised in a black-curtained manor by two former Elite-ranked breeders. They trained me in combat and romantic diagnostics."
Born into the care of two ex-Elite trainers turned breeders, Morgana had been one rising stars of their shadow estate. They weren't cruel—just cold, clinical, obsessive. Obsessive about posture, grace, typing, breeding compatibility, and battle IQ. Every word spoken in that mansion echoed with the weight of expectation.
Morgana was taught to understand more than most young Pokémon. Human scent profiles, emotional tells, pheromones, and voice inflections—it was part of the training curriculum. She could analyze a nervous twitch faster than most Alakazam could predict a punch.
She wasn't the strongest, heck, she wasn't even stronger than Seraphine. But she was a manipulator, a tactician. And now? She had a new home.
One with a trainer who somehow bought her from a specialty breeder lot because, in his words, "She looked like a moody princess who listens to sad music." Jaxon didn't even know what he'd bought. She liked that.
The food was better. She also liked that.
"That's… that's not even a real phrase!"
"You're not a real phrase."
Elise gave a glare.
Pokémon: Gothita (♀) Name; Morgana Nature: Quiet (+Sp. Atk, -Speed) Ability: Competitive Type: Psychic/Dark Level: 16 Moveset: Psybeam, Fake Tears, Tickle, Confusion, Charm, Future Sight, Flatter, Double Slap, Dark Pulse, Thunder Wave, Nasty Plot, Miracle Eye, Thunderbolt, Energy Ball, Shadow Ball, Attract, Calm Mind,
From the quiet corner of the trailer—curled on a cushion surrounded by lavender-scented mist—floated a shiny Hatenna.
She was beautiful in an understated, ethereal way. Her colors shimmered like soft moonlight through clouds—pale violet hues accented with silver streaks across her fringe. A delicate headband of silver and pearl circled her head, placed lovingly by Jaxon the moment she arrived.
Her name was Soraka, and she radiated an aura of calm.
The moment the system interface bloomed into view, Soraka did not flinch or panic. She simply opened her eyes and stared at the glowing glyphs as if they were stars written in a language only she could read.
Elise watched nervously, but Soraka only offered a slow, knowing smile.
"The cosmos stirs," she whispered, her voice airy and serene. "And with it… desire. Odd, for one so chaotic."
Elise tilted her head. "You understood that?"
Soraka didn't answer directly. She rarely did. She seemed to exist on a plane just slightly above the others—always watching, always sensing.
Born to a research breeder studying emotional wavelengths in Galar's Silent Valley, Soraka had been raised among psychic and fairy-types tasked with calming disturbed Pokémon and humans alike. But the trainer who raised her vanished one day—taken by what locals called a dimensional echo. Her final command had been: "Guide others… so they do not fall."
That was her mission now. To heal. To guide. To speak softly—even when the world raged.
"Our master is… incomplete," she said to Seraphine. "But the path ahead glows bright."
Seraphine blinked. "So you're saying he needs babies, too?"
Soraka gave no reply, though her faint smile never faltered.
Pokémon: Hatenna (♀) Name: Soraka Nature: Calm (+Sp. Def, -Attack)Ability: Healer Type: Psychic Level: 16 Moveset: Confusion, Heal Pulse, Aromatherapy, Life Dew, Disarming Voice, Psybeam, Calm Mind, Magical Leaf.
Nestled against a warm patch of the travel trailer's artificial garden lighting, a small shiny Petilil lay curled like a forest sprite basking in filtered sun. Her leaves shimmered in soft lavender hues instead of green, and her flower bulb was a soft, ghostly pink.
She was named Lillia, and everything about her embodied dreamy innocence.
When the system flickered before her eyes, she blinked slowly, ears twitching beneath her leafy crown.
"A dream spirit… singing of mates," she murmured in a voice barely above a breath. "Oh. Is it spring again?"
Lillia was strange even by Petilil standards—raised in the heart of a private orchard run by monks who worshipped Celebi. She had been tasked with tending to sacred trees and soothing the spirits of ghost Pokémon who wandered into their temple groves. She spoke of memories she had no way of knowing, and sometimes predicted things before they happened.
Despite her gentleness, her roots were buried deep in myth.
Elise side-eyed her. "You're not surprised?"
Lillia tilted her head. "Should I be? Mates come in dreams all the time. Maybe Master is dreaming too."
Pokémon: Petilil (♀) Name: Lillia Nature: Gentle (+Sp. Def, -Defense) Ability: Own Tempo Type: Grass Level: 14 Moveset: Absorb, Sleep Powder, Leech Seed, Magical Leaf, Charm, Helping Hand, Healing Wish, Aromatherapy
Meanwhile, curled in the softest, most luxurious pillow nest that Jaxon had custom-built with reinforced stitching—presumably to withstand the sheer power of smug—sat a shiny Buneary.
Her fur was a rich cream shot through with streaks of rose gold, and her eyes glimmered like a sly vixen's. Tiny gold bangles sparkled on each ear, and she had a tiny, red ribbon tied at the base of her ear-fluff.
This was Aurora.
And she knew exactly what the system meant.
"So… Master needs charm points to unlock his potential?" Aurora cooed with a wink. "Oh darlings, I was born for this."
Aurora had been raised in the Pokémon equivalent of a luxury spa in Kalos—groomed daily, adored by tourists, taught by Delcatty matrons and Lopunny dancers how to pout and pose like royalty. She'd won over six different breeder showcase ribbons without ever entering a real battle.
Until one day, her handler tried to breed her to a Snorlax named Serge.
She escaped before the first picnic was even unpacked.
Aurora traded herself into the Trade Guild that very night and ended up with Jaxon the next morning. Whether it was fate, instinct, or sheer feminine luck, she didn't care.
She had a mission now. Help her new trainer become irresistible—and have a little fun doing it.
Pokémon: Buneary (♀) Name: Aurora Nature: Sassy (+Sp. Def, -Speed)Ability: Limber Type: Normal Level: 18 Moveset: Quick Attack, Charm, Baby-Doll Eyes, Attract, Return, Encore, Sweet Kiss.
A glint of firelight flickered under the lounge table where a dainty, snowy-furred Vulpix lay sprawled on a velvet cushion, one paw elegantly crossed over the other. Her shimmering silver coat—thanks to her Shiny status—seemed almost ethereal, catching the ambient glow of the trailer's mood lighting like polished moonstone. A deep red scarf, tied into a refined bow, rested around her neck, courtesy of Jaxon's uncontrollable urge to accessorize everything with a pulse.
She yawned delicately and licked her paw, completely ignoring the chaos unfolding among the rest of the team. Her name was Ahri.
"Elise," Ahri purred, her voice soft and calculating, "you're stressing too much. Master doesn't need our help… He's already managed to wrap two humans around his finger without trying. Just imagine if he put effort into it."
"Huh?" Elise muttered.
Ahri stretched, her nine tails—nine because of course she had a rare birth mutation—flicking gently. "Maybe. But I do enjoy watching you squirm. Besides…" Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "He's got good hands. You ever notice that? Like… strong, calloused. The kind you can trust."
Seraphine let out a delighted gasp. "Ooooh~ spicy!"
Morgana's eyes narrowed. "Traitor."
Ahri only winked. "Survival of the prettiest."
Pokémon: Vulpix (♀) Name: Ahri Nature: Modest (+Sp. Atk, -Attack) Ability: Drought Type: Fire/Psychic Level: 17 Moveset: Ember, Will-O-Wisp, Hex, Baby-Doll Eyes, Roar, Confuse Ray, Extrasensory, Flame Charge
Tucked neatly by the fridge compartment, a pale, glacial-furred fox rested quietly on a cooling pad designed for Ice-types. Her crystal-blue eyes were alert but unreadable, a silent contrast to her fiery Kantonian counterpart lounging nearby. Unlike Ahri, this Vulpix—named Rapi—was cold, elegant, and impossible to fluster.
Her snowy coat shimmered like powdered diamonds, and a black ribbon (the only accessory she'd allow Jaxon to place) was tied tight and minimalistic around her left ear. It was a subtle but unspoken symbol of her personal code: minimalism, restraint, and loyalty.
Elise offered her a glance. "Rapi, you're awfully quiet."
"I speak when I have something to contribute," she replied coolly, never shifting her gaze from the trailer's softly humming temperature regulator.
Morgana rolled her eyes. "Of course you do. Probably counting how many times he breathes in a minute."
"I am monitoring our Trainer's vital signs for combat viability," Rapi said without hesitation. "He is inefficient. Wasteful. Overloaded with resources and lacking discipline."
"Translation: You think he's cute," Ahri teased from the lounge. "Admit it. You sleep near his shoe pile for warmth."
Rapi blinked once. "Only because it's closer to the ventilation duct."
"Sure it is," Morgana and Elise chimed together.
Pokémon: Vulpix [Alolan] (♀) Name: Rapi Nature: Calm (+Sp. Def, -Attack) Ability: Snow Warning Type: Ice Level: 16 Moveset: Powder Snow, Icy Wind, Baby-Doll Eyes, Aurora Veil, Confuse Ray, Ice Shard, Weather Ball, Hail