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I don't own pokemon, and this isn't based on any real life persons. Any resemblance to any living, dead, or otherwise person is fictional and entirely made up by you, the reader. I don't make any profit from this story.

Warning: Hey, guys, this is an adult story. That means be 18+, and like a rated R movie, don't try and sneak in through the backdoor (if Yellow lets you in her backdoor, that's different, and you better make it enjoyable for her).

Chapter Warnings: Still no smut in this one, but it's short and full of humor, action, and pokemon battles. There's some waff, too.

Author's Notes: This is a short one I ended up writing to lead up to my 'real' chapter 2, which is now chapter 3: 'Fitting in'. This is really just Yellow and Pikachu growing closer as pokemon and trainer, and I think I wanted to build on what I wrote in 'Getting startered'. I'm flirting with the idea of the Pidgeotto joining her later, like it finds her later and helps her, and then allows itself to be captured by her then.

Second Warning: This is an adult story, so if you're underage, butt out and leave... but come back when you're older.

Pokemon ElectricYellow

Chapter 2: Get up and try

Or: Oh, noes!

            It was later in the day and the sun was shining brightly on her face. She was on her way to Viridian Forest, where they'd be able to battle many bug trainers and wild bug types to get stronger, though their real goal was to find a pokemon good against rock types to beat Brock in the Pewter City gym. Pikachu wouldn't be any good in the battle, as Brock used mainly rock/ground types, making Pikachu's electric attacks ineffective, and a ground move could possibly knock him out before he even got started.

            Yellow thought about her choices, knowing bug types were also weak against Brock's pokemon, as she searched for the mouse pokemon. He'd run off a few minutes ago, not saying anything to her except a quick, "Pika!", before he rushed into the wilderness. She tried to follow, but just like when he dunked her underwear in the river running outside of Route 1, she couldn't Cut through the dense foliage. "Pikachu, I'm warning you, if you don't get over here, I'm not giving you anymore food!" She yelled at the trees, but she knew she couldn't do that. She didn't think starving a pokemon gained its trust any faster than chaining it to a tree and leaving it for a week, and she also didn't want to be like Garret, neglecting her pokemon until she needed them.

            Having previously dealt with his temporary disappearances, she glanced at the cluster of trees to her left cautiously, wanting to lean on one to get in the shade, but decided against it. The last time she'd leaned on a tree to wait for him, she'd ended up getting stuck because a Wurmple had sprayed String Shot on the trunk to mark its territory, and she'd been glued to it for twenty minutes before Pikachu came back from his nap, well rested and eager to help her, although only after laughing at her.

            Hoping the half-buried rock next to the trees wasn't covered in anything sticky, the brunette walked over and sat on it, smoothing her orange skirt and straightening her yellow shirt so the pokeball image was in between her small C-cup breasts. Checking her fingernails, she saw a shadow move along the ground and she turned to the sky, spotting the Pidgey gliding on the warm updrafts to the forest. 'Pidgey are also a bad choice, as rock defeats flying type in no time flat.' She grimaced then, picturing a rock type's Rockslide literally flattening the tiny bird pokemon to the ground. So far, the only pokemon she could use at all and not get beaten by Brock immediately was Mankey, but she'd skipped her chance for one because of her ex and a storm of Spearow appearing.

            She rested her cheek in her hand and stared at the tree line in frustration. She tried to put the gym battle out of her mind, but it was just too boring waiting for the electric type to pop out whenever he felt like it. She started thinking of how to improvise a fishing line and using it in a small pond in the forest, so she could catch a water type, when she glanced to her left and noticed a wooden board nailed to one of the trees next to the rock, and she stood and walked to the sign, bending over slightly to read it, and chuckled. The official black letters etched into the wood stated "Route 2 --> Viridian Forest", but the purple letters spray painted beneath them referenced a popular movie. "It's a Trapinch!", was a line from 'Staryu Wars: These are not the Joys you're looking for', and it had become a popular phrase on the internet.

            She was still smiling when Pikachu hopped from the ferns at the base of the tree line, grinning and carrying a few Oran berries in his paws. One was already in his mouth with blue juices running down his chin, and he ran to her and held one up, mumbling as he chewed on his. "Is this for me, Pikachu?" He nodded, pushing his paw at her, and she took it and watched him finish the one he'd started on. He swallowed and moaned from the taste, his ears perking up with the slight rejuvenation the berry gave, and she took a bite from hers. She spit it out as soon as the juice hit her tongue, though. It tasted rotten and gritty, like someone had made an expired, sand-flavored juice, and she scraped her tongue with her fingernails, trying to get the taste out.

            "Gah! Oh, that's awful! I can't believe nature makes things like this. Why can't trees just grow pies?" She looked to the tittering at her feet and glared at the yellow mouse laughing at her, his chin still colored a faint blue and his finger pointing at her. She knew he could smell fairly well, so she suspected he gave her the bad berry on purpose, fully aware it was rotten.

            "Pikachu, did you know it tasted bad? Did you try to poison your trainer with horrible taste?" She remembered something she'd seen on a comedy show once, a sketch of a German Slowking interrogating a Krabby, and she copied it, picking up a thin stick to use as a fake riding crop. "Dis can go the easy way... or the hard way... which do you prefer?" She glared down at the electric type, slapping the stick in her palm menacingly, and pursed her lips tightly, as if it took her absolute focus to control her fury, and Pikachu laughed, still pointing at her. "You think dis is a joke? You think I'm here for your amusement?" She bent lower and let her stare penetrate his soul, but he laughed even harder. "Answer mine questions truthfully, und we won't be forced to hurt you!" She demanded, almost cracking up, as she gestured with her stick to the imaginary row of fellow Slowbro. "Answer me!" She yelled, starting to giggle, and watched Pikachu roll over, squishing a berry on his belly, and she fell on her back and giggled at the messy pokemon.

            A moment later, she clutched her belly, the muscles sore from laughing so hard, and sat up. When she saw the electric type with a still messy chin, as well as a newly messy stomach, with pieces of grass stuck to his fur, she burst out with a fresh laugh and forfeited standing up for the time being, instead just leaning forward and holding her stomach. Pikachu watched her, confused why she was still laughing, until she pointed at him and he saw the mural he had painted on his belly and the grass, and he broke down too, falling over and 'chu-chu-ka-chuing', scrabbling at the ground.

            Yellow eventually stopped laughing and looked to the Pikachu, his black eyes shining with almost-tears, and his grin wide and his voice happy, and she knew she never had to worry about him running off. She smiled and knew her confidence was because of their time in, and around, Viridian City. It was only a few hours ago when they encountered the flock of angry Spearow and had to run for their lives, but once he decided to throw his life on the line for hers, by jumping into the cloud of normal/flying types to Thunder Shock them, he'd made his decision to give their partnership a chance, and that made her proud to be his trainer, and friend. He'd also started talking to her, like she was doing with him, starting conversations about things that interested him, and even though she didn't understand the subjects unless he mimed them out, she still felt the emotions behind the words. She vowed right then to never let anything happen between them.

            Spitting the rest of the rotten berry out, she smirked at his questioning stare as he got to all fours, his mirth evaporated with one look at her serious face. "Pika?" He said, tilting his head and drooping one ear.

            "Hey, thanks for saving us in Viridian. I don't think I'd have been able to go another step. It was really brave." She reached out to fluff his fur, but he was quick and backed up. "Right, we're still testing the waters." He nodded and walked back to her, trusting her not to do that again. "Alright, how 'bout we test the tall grass while we're at it?" She gestured to the dirt path, and they could see the waving, green grass further out, still a couple minutes away. The electric type's red cheeks flickered with sparks, showing he was ready to battle, and he growled, balling his paws into fists. "Yeah, let's go!" She stood up, brushing the dirt from her clothes and legs, and started running. "I'll race ya', Pikachu!" She started to yell over her shoulder, but had to turn forward to watch him pass her in a heartbeat. 'I guess the pokedex was right about his speed being his best stat.'

            She met him, taking her time now, at the tall grass. The mouse pokemon was sitting on a hollow log, smiling and whistling, as he waited for her, and she smirked, seeing he still had a light blue tinge to his chin and belly, but she didn't tell him, spiting him for outracing her. "Right, because it was such a fair race." He grinned and she walked passed him into the grass, sighing when he ran passed her to be in front. The green grass wasn't as tall as it had been on Route 22, so she could see his lightning bolt-shaped tail bobbing with each step, and when he stood up on two legs to search for pokemon, she could see his ears twitching.

            Their steps were careful, as they didn't want to alert whatever was around to their presence, and it was slow moving. It paid off when the mouse pokemon parted a patch of grass and they saw six Pidgey in a clearing, pecking at the bare ground, their short, sharp beaks perfect for digging worms up from yesterday's rain. Yellow nearly snorted with laughter when Pikachu's tail rose higher and started swaying, giving him balance for when he moved, and she watched as his cheeks scattered silent sparks. She bent down and whispered in his ear, "Alright, you jump out and use Thunder Wave, so I can catch one while it's paralyzed." She noticed the minute shake of his head and frowned. 'He's not doing what I say, but at least he's battling for me.' She thought as she backed up a few paces, still crouching, and waited.

            He was ready a moment later, and he rushed from the grass at blinding speed. Yellow blinked and stood up, seeing the tiny bird pokemon flap their wings, sending Gusts at him to push him back, but he ducked his face low and held steady, his claws digging into the ground for traction. Five of them saw their chance and cawed, flapping into the air and flying towards Viridian City. The last Pidgey wasn't as lucky, as Pikachu rounded on it, his sparking cheeks an intimidating promise. The normal/flying type stood tall though, squaring its shoulders and spreading its wings, its fierce cries challenging him, and he rushed, using Quick Attack, and darted left and right to confuse it.

            Yellow saw the Pidgey's foot move back before Pikachu did, but her yell was too late to stop him. "Pikachu, look out for the Sand Attack!" The tiny bird's claw kicked dust at him, getting it in his eyes, and he shut them tight and shook his head in pain, stopping ten feet from his opponent. "Alright, that's fine, just use Thunder Wave and you can paralyze it from close range!" She called as she stepped from the grass towards them, getting ready to help him once he finished it off.

            He shook his head again and she groaned. "Come on, just do it! I don't have to catch it if you don't want me to!" He still refused, rubbing his eyes and rearing back for another Quick Attack, even though he was blinded and knew Thunder Wave was better. She knew he was going to miss as he darted in the general direction of the flying type, but it had flapped to the right at the last second and he missed by inches, his tail and its wing brushing briefly as he passed. She was going to cheer him on and give another order he might not obey, but she breathed through her teeth when he almost ran into a boulder, and then she sighed when he swerved at the last second and tumbled over a log, arms flailing to catch himself.

            She watched the Pidgey fly into the sky, heading after its pack with a mix of anger and frustration, though her feelings weren't for the tiny bird pokemon, but for the electric type rubbing his eyes. She glared at him, knowing it wasn't doing anything since he couldn't see, but it felt good. She didn't understand why he hadn't gone for an electric attack. It made sense against a flying type, but he'd made it more difficult by going with the normal Quick Attack. 'Maybe he likes the challenge?' She calmed down and pulled her water bottle from the side pouch of her backpack and walked over to him.

            He was still rubbing his reddened eyes, but stopped when he heard her approach. "Pikachu, don't get mad, but it flew away." He groaned and lost his battling stance, shoulders slumping and ears drooping. "Here, let me wash that sand out for you." He padded closer and she bent down and checked him out, taking the moment to scold him, too. "Why didn't you listen to me when I said to use, 'Thunder Wave'? Both times?" He stubbornly ignored her and she let it drop, knowing he wasn't going to respond out of pride.

            She opened the bottle and cupped her hand, pouring out a tiny bit, and rubbed his eyes, and dabbed at his blue chin while she was there. When she pulled away, his eyes were clear and he was clean again. She wet her hand and scrubbed his tummy, poking him once when it was back to being yellow. "There, now my pokemon's cute again." He smiled lightly at the poke, still bummed about the loss, and looked away, pouting at the 'cute' remark. She capped the bottle and put it back, looking towards the large panorama of green treetops, Viridian Forest, and guessed it was still about an hour away, and she stood up and starting walking that way, gesturing for him to follow her. "Come on, we'll have better luck in the forest."

            When they were still fifteen minutes from the gatehouse separating them from the forest, they stopped at a small stream to rest and have a snack. Yellow set her backpack on a stone, keeping it away from the muddy bank, and pulled her water bottle free and drank the last of it. As she bent down and plunged the plastic under the cold water, she thought she saw something at the bottom of the stream, glittering in the sunlight. She waited until the bottle started kicking water back out, and capped it and placed it behind her, and she leaned over and fished through the stream. Her hand was chilled in seconds, but she finally grasped something smooth, with a mechanism on it, and she pulled back, hoping it wasn't just a reflective piece of metal. She dried the half empty antidote on her shirt and grinned, holding it in the light.

            "Pika?" The mouse pokemon came over beside her, noticing the orange spray, and she showed it to him, before she grabbed the water bottle and stood up. "Pikachu! Pika!" He shouted, seeing a Rattata sniffing her backpack, and he ran towards it. It dodged, hopping backwards, where its feet stuck a little in the mud, and the electric type turned to it.

            "Pikachu, use Thunder Shock!" Yellow called reflexively, and he nodded, already letting his cheeks build up with power. As they sparked with electric light, he darted at the Rattata, apparently attempting a closer hit. It tried to get free of the mud, pulling its paws from the sunken holes, only to have them sink again when they came back down. Pikachu was too fast though, and collided with the purple mouse pokemon, barreling it over, and the sixteen year old stared in awe as he let loose the Thunder Shock, the bright energy enveloping the two and shocking the normal type. She covered her face with her arms, gasping, when the purple mouse pokemon was flung over her head, and she turned to see it land on the other side of the stream.

            She giggled when it hopped into the water to put out the sizzling of its whisker, but she hoped it was well as it skittered into the underbrush. She turned to the electric type and trotted over to him, stepping cautiously to not slip on the muddy bank, and approached him. He was on his side, one of his ears twitching, and she was about to pick him up to see if he was okay, when he rolled over so quick she had to lean back to make sure he didn't slap her with his tail. "Pika!" He exclaimed as he jumped into the air, but groaned when he landed, sinking deeper in the mud than the Rattata had.

            She chuckled as she bent down and freed him. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She carried him over to the stream and set him down, nodding absently at his refusal to get cold as she washed the mud from him. She thought about how after both fights he'd been in so far, she had to clean him off, and she was wondering if it was going to happen every time he battled, when a shake of the ferns caught her attention. Pikachu quieted his complaints and her fingers stopped moving, both staring at the foliage. A moment went by, but nothing happened. When she was starting to think whatever it was had left, a loud, "Caw!", erupted from deeper in the trees, and Pikachu stepped aside when a Rattata bolted from the ferns.

            Yellow watched its retreating form as it ran passed them and hid behind the stone her backpack was on, and then she smiled when it poked its head up a moment later to watch. Yellow's eyebrows shot up when she realized it was the same Rattata Pikachu had just shocked, its whisker still singed, and she turned to see what had scared it worse than Pikachu had.

            The Pidgeotto flapped out of the tree line, its fierce eyes rimmed with black markings intimidating both the mouse pokemon, and the sixteen year old grunted when Pikachu rushed to her side, clutching her shin with shaking paws. She looked down and saw his tail quivering, his fur bristled in fright, and his wide eyes watching every move of the bird pokemon. "Pikachu, it's just an evolution of Pidgey, like the one you fought earlier. Now, let's do this!" She bent down, dropping the water bottle and antidote, and picked up some cold rocks from the water, waiting to throw them when the pokemon got in range. She sighed in exasperation when the yellow mouse pokemon did the same thing, trying to search for smaller stones. "No, use your electricity! You're good against flying types!"

            He darted away from the stream with a blush, gaining cover in the shade of the trees, and watched the Pidgeotto circle around, hunting for the two mouse pokemon. Yellow threw one of the river rocks and it nearly clipped one of its wings, but it veered left to avoid it. Pikachu jumped out then, from a large tree branch in the shrubbery, and the brunette grinned when his cheeks lit up with that familiar, yellow light, and he growled, sending a Thunder Shock to the bird pokemon. From ten feet away, it was hard to dodge the thin, yellow bolt of electricity. It was hit, the shock coruscating through its body as it appeared to drop from the air, but it shook it off, cawing harshly and spreading its wings to break the paralytic hold, and swooped low, before rising high again.

            She groaned at the fight it still had left, but she straightened up and aimed her rock again, knowing it was at least weaker now. "Hey, over here, bird brain!" Her taunt caught its attention and it turned in her direction, going after the next best thing, since it didn't see where Pikachu had run. "Yeah, right over here, you dumb Pidgeotto!" She held up the rock for it to see, knowing it would veer again before she threw it, and, as if playing a game of Torchicken and losing, it slipped left when she feinted, and she let the stone fly. It clipped its right wing this time, making it flap extra hard, and she pumped her fist as it fell in slow circles, crying out in pain.

            Yellow went to the stream, where she left her water bottle and the used antidote, and grabbed them. Walking passed the fallen pokemon, she saw the Rattata had joined Pikachu in seeing what had happened to the pokemon, and she held her hand in front of the electric type when he growled and his cheeks lit up again. "No, Pikachu, it's down. I'm gonna get our potion for it." Both the mouse pokemon watched her curiously as she stepped over to the backpack, opened it, and traded the used antidote for the potion she got from the salesman on Route 1, and put her water bottle away. She hustled over to the downed normal/flying type, its fierce beak and sharp claws threatening to flay her if she got close, and she knelt near it, appearing calm.

            "Hi, Pidgeotto, sorry for calling you names, and for shocking you... and for throwing rocks at you. But we had to stop you from hurting us." She spoke softly to it and put a comfortable smile on her face, not showing her teeth, and slowly raised the potion in her hand. "This is a potion. It'll heal the damage we caused." She turned the spray nozzle, like she'd done with Brenda and Hong's potion, and squirted it once, showing the bird pokemon what it did. As the purple mist landed on it, it cooed and moaned. "Alright, I'm going to spray the whole thing, now." She held it up and squeezed the trigger, the mist spraying out continuously, and she watched as most of the electricity burns disappeared, and then she saw the wing she'd hit mend, the bones creaking and bending, and, with a click of the nozzle, the lighter-sized bottle was empty.

            Setting it aside, she looked at the Pidgeotto, gauging whether it was healed enough to leave alone, or if they needed to take it to the pokecenter, and she saw, by the vigorous flapping of its wings and the bright light in its intelligent eyes, that it was doing fine. She laughed when the Rattata darted into the thick foliage at the joyous cry the bird pokemon let out, thinking it was going to attack. Standing up with the empty bottle, she heard the Pidgeotto call, and she glanced down. It was smiling at her, the gratitude in its eyes clear, and she nodded and walked to her backpack. She put away the potion bottle and hefted the pack over her shoulders. "Come on, Pikachu, we've got to get going." She said as they walked away from the stream and towards Viridian Forest, certain the bird pokemon wouldn't trouble them anymore.

As the journey continues...

Author's Notes: What happens next? Will those nasty Team Rockets go blasting off? Will Pikachu dunk Yellow's clothes in the river? Will Yellow catch Pneumonia, the infectious pokemon? Well, luckily, with just one click, you too can start reading the next chapter. Yellow meets a blue haired nymphet and they fuck each other, Pikachu, and her Nidoran�Š. So, what will it take to put you in a brand new chapter? Seriously, just do it.

If you looked at this story for a completely natural reason (that no one should be ashamed of), then cool. But if you were reading and found you wanted to contribute to the plot, or you have an idea for a chapter with some OCs and the characters, then go ahead and hit me up in a PM. Or if you review, include the request.

coralsky: She's really helped out with the story, and I couldn't get back on track half the time without her kind words.

Zombyra: Thanks, man, for coming up with those awesome OCs, and for helping with the rename.

No Envy: Really, I want to thank you. Thanks to your anonymous review, I took your advice, and here's the fruits of my labors (well, what'd you expect, I'm not a majestical Bweest)

I said what I said and that's all that I'll say. Until next time, silverlining990
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