Eden Fiction

Okay, I already had chapter two done today anyway, so here it is. I almost went to bed just now, lol.



I hope to have chapter three up soon; I\'ve already started and I\'m on a serious roll. Reviews are loved.



The .org site went down, so when I can access the current \'dex entries for the \'girls included in the story, I\'ll post them to the appropriate chapters.



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Eden Fiction

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Two - The New World [A Better Start]



The \'center looked like my house, almost. Instead of the red-roofed, white building I expected, it was pink with a baby blue roof. I blinked several times, just to make sure I wasn\'t high, or maybe I was still dizzy, or something. "Why is the pokecenter pink?" I asked.



"We just re-painted it!" Justice cried, squeezing my arm ("Again, OW!!"). "Doesn\'t it look nice now? It\'s so pretty."



"Yeah, okay," I muttered, managing to bite back a comment about how girly the color pink was. I remembered who exactly ran a Pokegirl Center, and guessed a NurseJoy must have either demanded the Center be pink, or she just liked the color way to much. Whatever.



We walked (no, Justice walked. I was dragged) into the \'center and she called, "Pinky! I\'ve got another patient for you!"



A chill ran up, down, then up my spine again. I didn\'t say anything, hoping beyond hope my intuition was wrong. For once. It\'s pretty good at being right.



"Can you take them to the waiting room, please? Thank you~" a pleasant voice responded. It sounded as if the person was in the room with us, but it was just me, Justice, and a few guys who were gawking at my breasts. I flipped them the bird as I was dragged out of the lobby.



Three doors down the hall, we stopped. I was easily hauled to my feet ("Ow, ow, ow!!") and told to go inside. I did so, not wanting to get hurt anymore. It looked like your usual waiting room on the inside, with not-so comfortable chairs and old-looking magazines. Your typical trip to the doctor\'s office. If I was still at home, I\'d swear I was just getting a check-up. Then I\'d run back to my Smart Four-Two and hightail it back home. I hated the doctor\'s. Always wanting to poke people with their needles and shit. Ugh.



I copped a squat and glanced over to the magazine pile a seat away from me. The one on top had a Milktit on the cover. "Ooh~ neat!" I said, and picked at up. The \'girl was holding her breasts up and milk was leaking out of her nipples. I found myself staring for a while, entranced. It was weird because I never stared at something and realized it while it was happening. I always blinked, shook my head, and went, "Oh! Heehee!" and looked all sheepish.



When I finally stopped gawking, I opened the mag and browsed a little. It had tips for lactating \'girls for tamings, milkings and the like. It was pretty interesting, and some of the articles were pretty funny (I even found this \'What Lactating Pokegirl are You?\' quiz and took it. I\'m a Milktit [no surprise]).



I reached in my pocket to grab some gum to chew, and I found something better. My iPod! Hooray! "Uwaaii~ OrangePod! I\'m so happy to see you!" I turned it on and all the way up, blaring the soothing sounds of the Klonoa 2 soundtrack into my brain. I was still reading the magazine, too. I found another quiz, a \'How Do You Like Your Tamings?"-type one, and took it. Turns out, I like boring old missionary. I found that funny, since I\'m still a virgin and wouldn\'t know how I liked it anyway.



I hadn\'t known over two hours had passed, but they did, and someone tapped me on the shoulder. I pulled an earphone out. "Yes?"



A NurseJoy smiled down at me, her uniform half-unbuttoned. "Hi, you\'re waiting to see a nurse, right?"



I nodded. "Yep. My arm hurts, so I wanna make sure everything\'s okay with it."



The pink-haired woman\'s smile widened. "All right, then. Follow me~"



I stood with a little difficulty. I had gotten stiff from sitting so long. I stretched lazily, and I felt someone staring at me. I glanced at the NurseJoy, who\'s eyes were trained on my tits. Seriously, are they that great? I chose not to say anything, and walked out of the room behind her. We walked past four more doors and came to a stop at the end of the hallway. The NurseJoy turned to the right down... another hallway? It didn\'t look like the last one was connected to anything. Oh, well. I followed about six paces behind. There were more nondescript doors down this hall, but we stopped at the fourth one on the left.



"If you\'ll come in here, I\'ll make sure everything\'s okay~" She opened the door for me.



I blinked, then my eye twitched. The Nurse\'s voice reminded me of the one I heard earlier. I wouldn\'t be surprised if this was the same one, either. "All... right." Before I could go in, however, instinct and gut feeling made me stop. There was some unknown gleam in the NurseJoy\'s eyes that made me nervous. "Uh... what all is gonna happen?"



"Well," she began, "I have to give you the mandatory shots, to make sure you\'re all inoculated and protected from any diseases that may make you sick. Then, I have to see which illnesses you already have immunities to, so I don\'t give you two shots for the same one, you know? After that, I\'ll run a basic physical, take your height, weight, give you a vision test, the basic Pre-Sukebe doctor stuff. We won\'t need a urine sample, though; you seem pretty sober to me!"



The mere mention of a scale depressed me. "Do you really need my weight?"



"Yes~! If you want to make sure you\'re a-okay in all aspects, we need your weight."



"Well, I know I weigh about two hundred," I muttered, embarrassed. "I\'m only five-three and a half, though."



The Nurse blinked at me. "Really? You don\'t look two hundred pounds." She smiled reassuringly.



I looked down at myself, and nearly screamed.



I didn\'t look two hundred pounds. In fact, I was pretty thin. And curvy. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt and tight black Capri pants just to beat the heat, but it seemed like I could be radiating it instead! My skin was pale, almost white, and my dark brown hair that fell to my shoulders was now jet black, slightly spiky, and two strands near the back ran down past my shoulders. I ran into the open door, looking around for a mirror. I found one just above a sink, and dashed to it. The face that stared at me couldn\'t have been mine. It was small and round, with full lips and bright red eyes that were full of surprise and wonder. I brought my left hand to my face again, but to poke and pinch at the corresponding cheek. "This is too weird."



While I was busy being astounded at myself, the NurseJoy had come in and closed the door. "Come on, silly girl. Sit on the bed, and we\'ll start your tests."



I did as I was told. The bed was in the middle of the room, looking plain and dull compared to the pink walls that enclosed it. It had white sheets on it, and they looked so clean and crisp you could bounce a quarter off them, and it would hit the ceiling before falling back to the bed. I noticed the bed didn\'t come up over my hip, but to the top of my thigh. I guess my transformation included a little height boost, too.



"Can you tell me your name?" I was asked.



I tried to remember it. It was so unique, I should be able to remember it. When I told my mind to look for \'NAME.exe,\' all that came up was Eden. "Eden... Bright."



"How old are you?"



Eighteen. "T-twenty... I think." Wait. What? I said eighteen!



"Do you know where you came from?"



Long Beach, California. Does that even exist anymore? "Somewhere in the Capital League. Uhm, on the west coast."



"Oh, really~ Is it hot, there?"



"You don\'t know the half," I said. "Just yesterday, it was almost one-ten!"



"A hundred ten degrees?" the Nurse prepared a few syringes that had different colored liquids in them. One of them was filled with an odd green-colored substance that made me feel sick just looking at it. She also grabbed a few empty ones. \'For blood tests,\' I guessed.



"Yeah. And today\'s the fourth of July," I continued. "My family and I were gonna shoot off some fireworks to celebrate the holiday."



The first syringe, one with light blue stuff in it, had a needle put on it, and was jabbed into the arm the hurt. I hissed. "Really? What holiday is it?" As she asked the question, she pushed the plunger-thing and the juice was umped into me. It tingled for a few seconds.



When the tingle faded, my arm didn\'t hurt anymore. "Independence Day."



"Ah~ Sounds like a lot of fun! Were you going to barbecue and stuff?"



"Yeah. We were gonna shoot off fireworks and everything. I like sparklers, so I was gonna light those for myself and my little cousins."



She picked up another syringe, this one had yellow liquid in it. "This is going to make your vision blurry for a few seconds, okay? It\'s best to just close your eyes. If you get dizzy, say something."



I just nodded. This one wasn\'t jabbed into me, so I felt slightly better, but as the liquid was injected into me, my vision blurred almost instantly. "Wha? Wha?" I moved the arm that wasn\'t previously hurting and waved it in front of my face. The blur was to the point where I couldn\'t really see anything. Things slowly slid back into focus, and I blinked several times; the first few in pain at the clarity of my vision and the last few in surprise. I was seeing better than I would with my glasses! "That\'s amazing!" I said, looking down at my hand only to notice the tiny, tiny lines going across it. "Wow..."



The third was the icky-green one. "This one is to regulate your metabolism. It\'s a... diet shot, so to speak. If you\'re going to be doing any heavy travelling or eating, it\'ll help keep you thin." It was rudely jabbed into my upper arm, and, of course, I hissed.



"Can\'t you warn me when you\'re gonna do that?" I complained, the spot around where the needle was starting to burn a little.



The NurseJoy simply sighed. "I\'ll be sure to next time. Oh~ My name is Pinky, by the way~"



If I could have face-palmed I would have, but this was more of the time for an implied face-palm. I had been so fucking stupid I didn\'t need a full one. "No offense with my next question..." I trailed off.



"Hmm~?" The icky-green tube was empty and she reached for one with light pink liquid in it.



"Are you some kind of sadist?"



Pinky looked offended. "Why no~! What made you ask that?"



I shrugged, feeling kind of sheepish. "It\'s the way you talk. Your voice has this kind of... \'I\'m-innocent-yet-I\'ll-kill-you-in-a-second\' quality to it. I looked at her for real. She kinda reminded me of Uzuki from The World Ends With You. She had the same hair style.



The offended expression faded into a smile. "I really only use that guise on boys, but I\'m not surprised you picked up on it. A lot of women do, to be honest." She slid the needle on the newest syringe into my "good" arm, my left one.



"Ah... It seems like that, too."



She giggled and I found myself smiling for some reason. "Anyway, this is the last one. Since we\'re done with this, are there any illnesses you have that you know of off-hand?"



I used my right hand to scratch my head. "Nope. I do have the sickle-cell trait, though."



Pinky blinked at me. "Wh-what...? Oh~ Sickle-cell has had a cure for about two hundred years, sweetie. I can even get rid of that nasty threat."



All of a sudden I couldn\'t breathe. I lost my mother to that damn disease and my world wasn\'t even close to finding a cure. "A-are you serious?" I asked breathlessly.



She simply nodded, pulling the needle out of my arm and backing away. "Yep. I take it you know someone who\'s had it before? It obviously runs in your family..."



"My mom," I answered her rephrased question. "She... she died when I was six to that very same disease."



A gasp was my answer, and arms were thrown around me. "That\'s so sad, Eden~! She didn\'t bother going to a center to get healed? What breed was she?"



I cracked my knuckles idlely and decided to tell the truth. "I\'m... My mother was human, and I\'m not from around here. I think I was pulled into this universe, or whatever. I know it sounds really funny, but I\'m from the year two thousand-nine, and my world isn\'t anywhere near finding a treatment for that, let alone a cure for it."



The NurseJoy stared at me for a few seconds... before smiling warmly. "I see. Life must have been hard for you without your mom around..." She started to pet my hair gently. "I\'ve always had my mother with me. She used to work here, but retired when she got too tired to deal with everything. She, and the city, left it to me. My mother is a kind, sweet, understanding soul, and although she hoped I would go off on some exotic adventure with a Tamer, I think she was somewhat disappointed when I told her I\'d take over for her."



I looked up at her, my expression kind of dark, and she kissed my forehead. "Well, my life wasn\'t hard... I still had my father. He got into a terrible accident on the way home from work one day when I was seven, and I thought my world was ending. While he was in the hospital, I threw tantrums and went suicidal... I wasn\'t over the death of my mom and now God had threatened to take my dad away from me? I was a devout Christain until that day, Pinky. But I couldn\'t believe in someone who could take people\'s loved ones away from them... by death or by whatever else." I brightened, smiling. "Luckily my daddy recovered and came home early the next year. I was so glad he was okay, I didn\'t know what to do with myself. My family says that\'s when I started to cheer up considerably, but it\'s been so long I didn\'t even realize how far down I\'d fallen."



"My Dad\'s a rich man." Pinky chuckled. "The only reason my mother worked was because she was a NurseJoy and she was needed. Dad takes very good care of us, but I think he wants me to leave on a journey, too. There are eight Joys to take over for me shold I decide to leave, but I haven\'t found anyone good enough yet."



"Wow, your Dad\'s rich? Mine drives a bus."



We stared at one another for a while, then started laughing.



"Let\'s continue," the NurseJoy said, pulling me off the bed. "I just need to run your physical and your done, unless you wanna take a Tamer\'s test."



I nodded. "I would like to take my test, if that\'s all right." I stretched again for the hell of it, and this time Pinky\'s eye bugged out.



"What cup size are you?"



"Oh, these bad girls?" I lifted my breasts up as if I wanted her to take a good look. "They\'re DDs, last time I checked. One of them\'s a borderline-E, though."



She crossed her arms and gave me a mock-pout. "Are you sure your mother wasn\'t a Boobcat, Venuswhore, or even a Milktit?"



I rolled my eyes playfully. "Puh-lease, if my world had Pokegirls in it, we\'d be much better off then we are."



"I bet," she replied, walking over to the counter closest to the bed and picking up a little device that resembled a DSLite, but only had one screen on the top-side of it. She held it up for me to see. "This is our measuring tape, scale, and diagnostic rolled into one. We like to call it the D-MAST~"



"D-MAST? Diagnostic-measuring tape scale?"



"You got it! You\'re pretty sharp~! All I have to do is scan you, and it\'ll tell me all of your info: weight, height, age, etc. It\'ll also tell me if you\'ve got any minor sicknesses, you know... a head cold, the flu, whatever." She pointed the D-MAST at me and it beeped after three seconds. Pinky looked at it for about a minute before going back to the counter she got the device from and writing stuff down on a previously unnoticed clipboard. I simply watched. When she was done, she turned and handed it to me. "See? It says here you\'re perfectly healthy. You\'re five foot-seven and you weigh about one hundred-sixty." She nodded to herself. "You wanted to take a Tamer\'s test, right?"



Before i could respond to her question, someone teleported in. She had light red skin, and yellow-ish antennae on her head. One of them rotated slowly, so I assumed from my previous knowledge that she was an Alaka-Wham, and was going to be my psychic evaluator. She was wearing a button-up that wasn\'t buttoned. At all. She was also wearing jeans that I had a feeling were painted on. You know those types of people that fill clothes so well you\'re like, "Geez, how\'d you get in that?!" Yeah. You must be Eden. The thought was pushed into my head. No, seriously, it felt as if it were pushed into my head like someone was pressing two fingers to my head and just pushed it in. Yes, I did push that thought into your head. You\'ll get used to telepathy, I promise. I am Lia, and as you guessed I will be your psychic evaluator when you are done with the test. I will also be your test proctor.



I smiled. "Oh, cool. I\'ve never met a real psychic before. Can you feel emotions, too?" Okay, I asked because I was honestly curious.



That earned me a smile. A little, yes. I wasn\'t born like this; I evolved from an A-Bra. She looked to Pinky, who had this \'if-you\'re-gonna-take-her-now-do-it\' face. If you\'ll come with me, Eden, we can start your test now. I would like to inform you that it will be graded when you are finished, and any question you get wrong, as long as you passed, you are allowed to re-answer. If you do indeed fail, you can take the test again tomorrow. All you will have to do is spend the night and... think at me in the morning when you are ready. Understand?



I nodded. "Yep. I\'m ready to try it the first time," I turned to Pinky, who blinked at me again. "Wish me luck?"



She kissed me. Not the forehead kiss from earlier, it was a full-on kiss. I\'d never, ever been kissed before, so it felt kind of weird. Lia chuckled at us (well, probably at me). "Good luck."



I lost half of my gung-ho nerve. "Th-thanks..." I was picked up telekinetically and floated out of the door behind Lia. I could already tell my journey would be an interesting one.