The Trainer's Journey | By : reddragon Category: Pokemon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 9060 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or Pocket Monsters. I do not intend nor stand to make money off this story. Any similarity between characters and the living, dead, or otherwise is coincidence. |
Professor Oak knocked gently on the door. “Ashley?” He heard a dull thump and a squeal, followed by the snapping sound of a pokeball closing. There was another thump followed by a muttered curse before Ashley cracked the door open, looking extremely flush.
“Yes, Professor?” she asked as nonchalantly as possible. Oak had to struggle to keep a straight face. The room behind her positively reeked of smoke and sex, and he could see where part of a couch was still smoldering. Maybe giving them three hours had been a bit too much. To make it worse, she still had a bit of semen clinging to the corner of her mouth.
“Um, well, yes,” he answered, clearing his throat as an excuse to get control of himself. He would absolutely not allow himself to laugh. At best it would just embarrass her; at worst it would be a crushing blow to her self image. Instead he closed his eyes and held up a hangar loaded with clothes. “I thought you might like to know that my assistant has returned with your clothes.”
“Oh, thank you Professor!” Ashley squealed with delight. She threw the door open wide enough for everyone in the room to get a good look at her nubile body, but she failed to appreciate this as she wrapped Oak in a generous hug. His body was just beginning to realize he was be embraced by an entirely too naked teenager when she let go and snatched the clothes away, disappearing back into the waiting room. The door slammed closed behind her, leaving the rest of the lab to stare in shock.
Oak turned around, straightening his coat as he tried to look as dignified as possible. His aides looked at him, then at the door, and back to him, their faces a testament of pure awe and amazement. One by one they began to clap slowly, He glared at them for a minute, entirely unamused by their rection. Yet there was little more he could add other than, “Yes. Well. Back to work, all of you.”
Ashley reappeared a moment later, tugging at the clothes she had been given. They had given her a teal blue tank top and a red skirt to wear, but she wasn’t sure they had gotten the sizes quite right. The tank top was small enough to be skin tight, and she had been forced to leave her bra off purely for the sake of comfort. It had been designed with a wide U scoop in the front, and it was so revealing that she was worried about moving too quickly, lest her tits fall out for the world to view. The skirt was just as bad. It was a pretty shade of maroon, but it barely made it half way down her thigh before it just…ended. And of course they had forgotten to pick her up any fresh underwear, so she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. It was odd feeling so exposed while so clothed as well. The only comfort she had was the weight of Flare’s pokeball resting against her hip. She began to stroke it unconsciously, feeling slightly more relaxed as she reminded herself of his presence.
“Ah, Ashley, there you !” Oak greeted her as she stepped out of the room. He waved her over to the desk he was working at and handed her a piece of paper. “I just got word that a package I’ve been waiting for has arrived at the Viridian City pokemart. The only problem is that their usual delivery boy is currently out sick.”
“Not a problem, Professor,” she agreed, taking the paper from him. “Is there anything else I need to know or bring with me?”
“No, that invoice should be all you need,” he answered. “I am going to phone ahead and let them know that you are on your way.”
Ashley nodded and headed for the door. The aides were strangely quiet as she passed, but it didn’t occur to her that they were staring at her. She was nearly skipping by the time she reached the door, and then she was gone, leaving them all to sigh in disappointment.
Outside the sun was high and bright, and for a moment Ashley just stood in the doorway enjoying the feel of the warm rays on her skin. Humming cheerfully to herself she headed for the road up to Viridian City. It wasn’t too far from Pallet Town, maybe an hour’s walk or so if she didn’t push herself, and why would she? There was plenty of time for her to get to Viridian, pick up the Professor’s package, maybe look around a little for herself, and still be back home in time for dinner.
The road north was really more of a dirt path. It had been tamped down sometime in the past half year, but there hadn’t been much of a push to repave it since the war. They were too far out in the county for the rebuilding effort to have reached so far, and had to rely instead on what little car traffic they got to keep the road in any sort of shape. That was fine with Ashley; her family didn’t own a car, so she had long since gotten used to walking everywhere she went. A bike might have been nice, but with the price of metal being so high it was one luxury she was just going to have to do with out.
Her walk was fairly easy going until about halfway down the road. Apparently no one had been by in a while, and the grass had started to grow back over it. She fingered the pokeball at her hip nervously as she considered what to do. Everyone knew wild pokemon lived in the tall grass, and they tended to be rather aggressive about protecting their territory. It wasn’t uncommon for travelers to arrive in town bleeding and with broken bones from when they had gotten attack, and at least once a year or so a body would be found amidst the tall grass, covered in bite marks where the wild pokemon had been eating it.
She thumbed the button on the pokeball as she ordered, “Flare, come on out!” There was a snapp and hiss as a beam of red light stabbed into the ground, leaving Flare standing there when it vanished. He sniffed the air for a minute, then growled as he stared into the grass.
“I know,” she said, patting him on the head. “But we have to go in there if we’re going to get to Viridian. Do you think you can be my brave and strong protector?” He rubbed against her leg and purred, a deep rumbling sound in the back of his throat that reminded her of a running engine. She smiled at him and scratched under his chin. “Good boy.”
They pressed on, moving cautiously through the field. Every so often they would hear the grass next to them begin to rustle and they would freeze in place, waiting for whatever it was to pass them by. After more than an hour they had only gone about a hundred yards, and she still couldn’t see the far side. Suddenly, Flare stopped and growled, the flame on his tail growing hotter by the moment. Something in the grass was moving quickly, and from the way the sounds were growing louder it was headed right for them!
A small bird, about a foot across, leapt out of the grass, hissing madly as it launched towards Flare’s face. He roared in challenge and leapt to meet the attack, his roar turning to a scream as its talons carved bloody tracks across his snout. It tumbled backwards as he swiped at it with his claws, narrowly avoiding his blows.
Flare stepped back a step and dropped low, breathing heavy as he tried to make himself as small a target as possible. The pidgey, on the other hand, began to beat its wings against the dirt, shrieking loudly as it tried to appear as intimidating as possible. It tried to leer at him in a menacing way, but he just ignored it. What was supposed to be so terrifying about a two pound ball of feathers? He growled, low in his throat, causing the pidgey to dance back a step, suddenly uncertain of itself.
Gathering up its courage, it charged his face again, but this time he was ready for it. Flare rolled low as the bird went by, raking its belly with his hind claw as it went past. The pidgey shrieked again, this time in pain, and it landed heavily in the dirt behind him. Flare whirled around, unwilling to leave his back exposed to an enemy, and roared again. The pidgey hissed back, and the two began to slowly circle.
Ashley stood frozen as she watched the carnage unfold. She had seen the pokebattles on TV, of course. The yearly challenge at the top of the Indio Plateau was always the single biggest sporting even of the year. And there were always the smaller leagues and tournaments that went on around it. But that was mere play acting compared to what she was seeing now, the difference between a boxing match and a barroom brawl. Both pokemon were bleeding freely, Flare’s skin steaming as his blood evaporated from the high temperatures his fire was putting out while the pidgey’s chest feathers were slowly changing from dirty what to dark red.
Flare suddenly lunged forward, his claws flashing in front of him as he drove his opponent back and away from his master. The pidgey tried to get out of the way, but it was too small and the blood loss was already beginning to take its toll. An unlucky leap to the left let Flare smash its wing, and it screamed in agony as the hollow bones snapped under his blow. It leapt into the air, crying piteously as it tried to escape, but with only one good wing all it managed to do was corkscrew crazily before crashing hard into the earth. It lay there moaning as Flare advanced steadily. Grabbing it in both claws he sank his teeth into its neck and twisted, ripping out its throat. He let the dead bird drop to the ground and roared his victory, startling several other nearby pidgeys into the air. They flew away as fast they could, calling their warnings to any other pokemon that could hear.
Flare looked down at the dead bird, considering it for a moment before deciding he really wasn’t that hungry, after all. He paused just long enough to lick the blood off his claws and belly before turning around and heading back to Ashley. She stared at him as he approached, then glanced at the mangled bird’s corpse. Flare looked up at her expectantly, and she looked him the eyes. Something inside of her twisted, something she didn’t even know was there. She realized she had to make a decision, but she didn’t even know what the question was. So she did the only thing that felt right at that moment.
Reaching down, she patted him on the head and said, “Good boy.”
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