Iris's New Perspective (Private with Emerald)
 

Iris's bed was a touch too soft. She didn't like the room that the adoption center had placed her in, nor the attitude of the overly helpful nurses. A former champion at 22 being treated like a toddler. And, as far as she was concerned, it could only get worse. She was being adopted today, by some prissy fairy-type and a Dragonite. A Dragonite that could almost definitely break all of her bones. So could the fairy type. It wasn't a tantalizing prospect, though the Dragonite was the only one who signed. Who knows, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe the Dragonite would be reasonable. All she could do was wallow in uncertainty, lying in her bed, as footsteps came ever closer.

Soon, the door opened up, and two Pokémon were standing on the other side. One of which was the caretaker that was watching over her for a while before her adoption, and the other being…a Dragonite. Seems they finally showed up to get her. The Pokémon, a Zoroark, didn’t even get to get a single word in before the Dragonite came over to Iris and scooped her up, excited to see her. “Oh, aren’t you just the cutest thing! And I’m just the luckiest Pokémon too for having you as a baby now!”

"C-Could you please put me down?" The former champion asked, struggling and squirming, "I-I'm not a baby... I can still use the toilet just fine, and... well... whatever you plan to do with me, I'm not gonna like it!"

Iris didn't want to hurt her, or try to escape, more make it clear that she wasn't going to like what happened. She'd been living on her own in the woods for too long evading capture, and had grown rather malnourished as a result. "Incapable of taking care of self" she read on her file when she was alone in the Alakazam Doctor's office.

And now she was getting a mommy to match it.

“Oh, I read up all about you, my wittle Iwis! Don’t you worry about a single thing anymore, Mommy Bertha’s gonna take such good care of you!” The affection in the Dragonite’s voice was infectious with how happy she seemed. She gave Iris a big hug, squishing her against her chest as she did so. With how excited she was, Iris could’ve sworn that she was the more juvenile out of the two.

“Uh, M-Miss Bertha, w-we n-need you to sign the paperwork f-first and f-foremost…” the Zoroark stumbled on her words as she watched the two. While Iris might not have known it, her new mommy was both a respected caretaker before the takeover, and one of the best leaders during it all. No wonder the Zoroark seemed so scared and timid.

“Oh, of course. I just wanted to say hewwo to my new bundle of joy! Can you say “Hello Mommy”, Iris?” She cooed as she started to walk with the Zoroark, letting Iris finally out of her room for a while.

"Can you nooooooot?" Iris shrilly whined, perturbed by the very idea of calling a massive dragon-type her 'mommy', "What will all of my friends say... I don't want to see them being treated like this!"

Iris looked down at her crotch, beneath her rather simple dress. There was no bulge to be seen, owing to the perfectly ordinary panties underneath. Another thing she hoped didn't change. By the time the Dragonite was done, it felt like hours of painstaking anticipation had gone by, and Bertha's attention returned to her...

As Iris sat there and waited, she could hear the Zoroark and Dragonite making some small talk. And by small talk, it seemed more like the Dragonite gushing over both her new baby girl and how busy her significant other one has been as of lately. To Iris, she didn’t even know what was going to happen to her, aside from more than likely ending up as a dragon’s baby.

“And that’ll d-do it, Mo-I mean, M-Miss Bertha…” the Zoroark stumbled out with her words, nodding as she saw Bertha finish up the paper. Did the Zoroark almost call Bertha “mom”? What was that about? But it didn’t matter as the Dragonite was already giving Iris some lovey dovey smooches and kisses on the head and a nice cuddly hug. “Oh, you are just so cute mommy could eat you up!”

"Honestly, I'd rather that over whatever you have planned," Iris giggled at her own little joke, "At least that's quick."

Iris wasn't exactly in the best place, right now. The soft, smooth, silicon-y scales on the Dragonite were atypical, but likely a result of pokemon genetic engineering to enhance... childcare. Ugh. She did not want to think about that.

"Sooooooo," Iris gulped, hoping for a good answer for the question she prepared to ask, "Am I at least allowed to keep my panties?"

Surprisingly, Bertha giggled too. “Oh, such a funny little baby! My wittle Iwis knows how to make Mommy laugh!” The Dragonite was clearly enamored with her little baby girl, and was intent on doing her best to care for her. Luckily, she was perfectly suited for childcare, regardless of whether they be Pokémon or Human.

“Keep them? What do you mean? Do you think I’m going to throw them away or something?” The Dragonite cuddled up to Iris a bit, giggling as she did so.

"Whew, that's a relief!" Iris said, giggling again, "For a moment there, I thought you were going to stick me in diapers!"

“Oh, I’m certainly going to do that, dearie! Unless you’re able to prove to me you’re about as capable as a toddler, dear.” Bertha said while cuddling Iris a bit more, the Zoroark just awkwardly sat there. The Dragonite gave Iris another smooch before smiling at her. “Do you have any belongings you want to bring with you, sweetie?”