Pokegirl Yellow

Simkin LaVay stood upon a tall platform, multiple spotlights trained upon his form, with the flashing lights of cameras and confetti raining around him. Surrounding him were his Harem of powerful PokeGirls: the three legendary 'girls Moltits, Articunt, and Zapdass; his uniquely colored Whorizard; a beautiful Sexslash; and a tall Polilust. Fanfare plays in the background as he gives a speech to the congregated masses about his Championship in the Indigo Fighting League. As he wraps up his speech, his Harem lean in for a massive kiss...

Simkin sat up in bed, his chest covered in sweat. 'Always the same,' he thought to himself, swearing under his breath. 'Why can't I ever finish the damn dream?' Realizing that further sleep wasn't in the cards, he got up to get dressed.

Simkin LaVay, 20, had completed and passed his Tamer's exam barely a week ago, and today was the day he got his first PokeGirl. Excitement and anticipation coursed through his veins as he slipped on his clothes, carefully picked out yesterday for the big event. Well, big event to him and his mother. Sliding on his black combat boots, he looked around his room for what might be the last time in a long while. Eyes coming upon an old children's book given to him by his mother when he first showed interest in Taming, his mind journeyed back to that long ago age.

“Mommy,” a young Simkin said, pulling on his mother's, a matured Mousewife, apron. “What is Taming?” Mrs. LaVay smiled at her son, knowing that it was time for him to learn about the world around them. Well, learn what a boy his age should know, she silently reminded herself with a slight blush.

“Well, son, Taming is simply the act of getting a PokeGirl to follow you, and to perform as you want her in battle,” she said, walking over to a bookcase in the living room of their modest house. Pulling down a book she had saved for just this occasion, she walked back over to him and said, “Here, Simmy. This should tell you what you need to know.”

Simkin took the book, and obvious look of distaste on his face. “Aww, I don't like reading,” he pouted. Indeed, though he was an excellent reader for his age, he much preferred oral stories or action to reading something in a book.

His mom just chuckled. “Don't worry, my little one. It's not so bad, and there's even some pictures of PokeGirls in there!” She knew the promise of pictures would get him, and as she watched, a small smiled played on his lips.

“Well.... Okay, Mommy!” he exclaimed, hugging the book tight to his chest as if someone had threatened to steal it away from him. “I'll read it real soon, 'kay?”

Coming back to the real world, a much older Simkin picked up the book and flipped through it, though he had long ago memorized the entire 20-page book. Giving it a hug reminiscent of his younger self, he set it back down and picked up his backpack, making sure that it was packed and ready to go. Adding in a couple last-minute items, a shirt and a change of socks, he grabbed his Special Edition Indigo League Battle Tournament Official Hat he won in a contest and headed downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, he found his mother already hard at work fixing a large breakfast, her way of sending him off.

“Good-morning, Mom,” he said, coming up behind her and giving her a big hug.

“Good-morning, sweetie,” she replied, leaning back and rubbing her head against his. “Are you all ready to head off to get your first PokeGirl?” she added, eying his backpack and demeanor. She knew it was time for him to go, though that fact didn't make it any easier for her.

“Yeah, I'm all ready to head out. I got all the things I need, now I just need to get to the Center to get her.” Simkin walked over to the table and sat down, drinking a glass of water that was placed in front of him. “Are you going to be okay without me here?” he asked her, worried about how she would handle being alone for the first time in twenty years.

“Oh pish,” she snorted, waving a large cooking spoon menacingly at him. “Don't you worry about your mother. I'll be fine. Who knows, I might even get a date now and then while you're gone.” She winked playfully at him, turning back to the stove to finish up his breakfast. “Oh, after breakfast, you need to stop by Prof. Cypress's lab. He wants to speak with you about getting your first 'girl.”

“Okay,” he said, wondering what the sometimes absent-minded professor had for him. He liked hanging around the lab, though he couldn't stand the professor's bully of a grandson. “I just hope that Grady isn't there. I can't stand that boy.”

“Oh be nice,” Mrs. LaVay said, bringing over two large plates of Chickenlittle eggs and KhangAssCunt meat. “You know he can't help it, what with his father being the drunk he is. Well,” she added in a soothing tone of voice, sitting down at the table with him, “what kind of PokeGirl were you thinking of choosing for your starter?”

“Well, I was thinking of a nice Charamanda. Or maybe a Squirtitty if their out.” His mom nodded, trying to think of any advice she could give him now that she hadn't already said. “I think that I'll stick with the Charamanda, though. She just seems like a fun 'girl to have around.”

“Well, don't become too headset on one. You don't want to be disappointed if they're out,” she told him.

“I know, Mom, don't worry.” He stood up, finishing off the last of his meal. “Well, I better get going, I don't want to be late.” His mom stood up with him, coming over to give him a tight hug.

“Be careful out there, alright?” she said worriedly. “I don't want anything happening to you.”

“Don't worry, I'll be fine,” Simkin reassured her, tickling the back of her large ears. “And...I love you, Mom.”

She smiled and said, “I love you too, little one,” before turning him around and patting him on his rear as though he was still a child that she wanted out of the house. “Now go before their all out of PokeGirls and you have to wait a year.”

He smiled back at her and left, knowing that to say anything else would just make it harder on them.