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Pokemon: Lewd Ruby	By : C0yot372I Category: Pokemon > General Views: 29542 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon: Omega Ruby, the Pokemon franchise, and/or Nintendo. This is a fan based work, and no profit is being made from this.

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Merry sat in her room, scared at what she had just found out. She was pregnant, and in all likelihood, the offspring inside of her was Jinx’s, simply because she hadn’t been with any other individual sexually. The young girl stood up and walked over to the mirror mounted to her closet door. Taking her shirt off, the young teen looked at herself. She didn’t look any different, but perhaps that was only because she was just starting along in her development.
“Meredith, come downstairs, quick!”
Merry jolted out of her inner monologue of pity and worry when she heard the urgent tone of her mother’s voice. Putting her shirt back on, she quickly ran down the steps to the living room, where she saw her mother sitting on the couch, watching the T.V.
“Hurry, your father’s on T.V.!” Amanda said, ushering her over. Merry sat down on the couch, just as the report began finishing up.
“And that’s it folks! Our new Petalburg Pokémon League Gym Leader, Norman Walker! This is Ryan Dillinger, reporting for Hoenn News Network! Back to you Janet!”
Merry sighed as her mother let out a groan. “I’m sorry honey,” Amanda said, holding her daughter in a hug. “I thought you’d like to see your dad on T.V.”
“It’s okay Mom, really,” Merry said, smiling half-heartedly up at the comforting woman. “I’m sure I’ll get to hear all about it from Dad when he gets home tonight.” Amanda smiled sadly at her daughter, before perking up suddenly.
“Meredith, did you know that Professor Birch lives here in Littleroot, right next door to us?” she asked. Merry looked at her mother uncertainly.
“Yeah, why?” the teen asked slowly. Amanda giggled.
“Well, from what your father has said about him, Professor Birch has a son about your age. Why don’t you go over and say hello?” she asked. Merry looked around the house, still littered with a few unopened boxes.
“You sure?” Merry inquired. “I mean, don’t you need some help with some of these boxes?”
“Sweetie, you can’t stay holed up in this house forever,” her mother said, pushing her off the sofa. “You need to make new friends young lady. And, as head of the house, you are not coming back in until after you go over there and say hello!”
Merry huffed. “Alright, I’ll go!” she said, throwing her hands up in the air. “If only because I like my room so much!”
“That’s the spirit!” Amanda said jokingly, patting her daughter on the shoulder. “Now go have fun making friends!”
Merry nodded as she exited the house and closed the door. “Fun… yeah….” She muttered to herself as she turned to look at where the Birch residence was. It was of a similar style to her new home; two story house, light colored brick with white washed window panels. And, as if the professor knew just how funny his name was, there was a birch tree planted in the front yard, right next to the driveway.
It took less than a minute, and in that minute, Merry went through at least a dozen scenarios of things that could go wrong when she knocked on the door. She took a step back, and it took a few moments before she heard someone moving behind the door.
The door opened, and Merry had to look up at the woman in front of her, suddenly shy. Granted, Merry was about five foot three, but this woman towered over her easily, giving her an eye level view of breasts that struggled to stay in the confines of her shirt, a lack of bra quite evident. “Umm, hello,” Merry said weakly, tearing her eyes away from the woman’s boobs.
“Hello!” the woman said, beaming; apparently, she didn’t notice the quick stare of her boobs, or she was just used to it. “Who are you?”
“Umm, I’m Meredith, I just moved in next door to you about four days ago,” Merry said, pointing at her house. Mrs. Birch looked at the house, and then back at Merry.
“Four days ago? Huh… wait, are you by any chance related to Norman Walker?” she asked. Merry nodded, embarrassed. “Well then, welcome to Littleroot!” she exclaimed, smiling deeply. “Come on in! I’m Mrs. Birch!”
“Hello Mrs. Birch,” Merry stated as she stepped into the house, looking around. It struck her as odd that the walls were decorated in lab reports and the occasional painting, while the kitchen was kept almost hilariously spotless. “Umm, my mom said you and the Professor have a son?”
“Oh, Brendon? Yes, he’s about your age I think,” Mrs. Birch said, looking at her as she stepped into the kitchen, grabbing some food from her fridge. “He might be up in his room I think, it’s the second door on the left, can’t miss it!”
“Thank you Mrs. Birch!” Merry said before going up the stairs. She reached the top, and then quickly found Brendon’s room, helpfully guided by the poster of a stylized Indigo Plateau logo posted on the door.
Stopping, Merry knocked on the door. “Hello?” she asked politely, listening for any kind of response. Hearing none, she opened the door and peeked in. Much like the kitchen, it was organized… up until the desk. That was covered in a mass of papers and books, with a computer whose sides were covered in sticky notes. “O-kay,” Merry said as she walked in, concerned. “Talk about messy….” Looking closer at the desk, she noticed a Pokeball sitting on the top of it. Merry reached out to touch it, only to hear a low rumble from behind her.
Turning slowly in place, Merry’s eyes widened as she saw the Lucario laying down on the floor, it’s red eyes locking her in place with its gaze. Merry was speechless as the lean Pokémon slowly stood up, not once breaking eye contact with her. It was almost upon her when the door fully opened.
“Hey Jules, I’m- hey, what are you doing in my room?!” cried out the teenager in the doorway, startling both Pokémon and human into looking. The gangly teenage boy looked at Merry intently. “Seriously, what are you doing?”
“Umm, I, err, well, I….” Merry stammered, breaking into a cold sweat. “IcamebytosayhiandyourmomletmeinandIwasinheretoseeifyouwerehereandIsawthePokeballandtheLucariowasabouttoattackwhenyouwalkedin!” Merry said in a rush, hoping that he caught at least some it.
The boy looked at her, and then at the Lucario. “Oh, well, Jules is really a bog softie,” he said, pointing a thumb at the Pokémon in question. “And the Pokeball is empty.”
“Oh,” was all Merry could say as she slumped in relief. “Well, umm, I’m Meredith. Or Merry, if you prefer, most people end up calling me that anyway,” she added, throwing her hand out. The boy took it and shook it, chuckling.
“Brendon,” he told her. “I don’t have any nicknames.” Merry smiled awkwardly. “So, when did you get here?” Brendon asked.
“Four days ago,” Merry answered, eying the Lucario as it backed off from the two of them. “We just moved in from Johto.”
“Oh cool!” Brendon said, sitting on his bed. “What was it like there?” Merry shrugged.
“It was good, I guess,” she admitted. “I was born in Kalos, but I was raised over in Johto, so, it’s more home than Kalos.”
Brendon nodded. “I see,” he said, rolling his shoulders. “I’ve been here in Hoenn my whole life, so, I don’t have any cool stories of travels abroad.” Merry giggled.
“Eh, well, you’re not missing much in the way of Johto,” she told him. “Mom was a Pokeathelete, and Dad just got selected for the gym in Petalburg.” Brendon looked at her, dumbstruck.
“Wait, your dad is Norman Walker? THE Norman Walker?” he asked, amazed. Merry nodded, grunting in confirmation. “Wow! That’s so cool! So, do you have any cool Pokémon, I mean, he’s a gym leader, you’ve got to have at least one cool-“
“I… I don’t actually have one,” Merry admitted, rubbing her arm nervously, looking away. “I honestly don’t have much interest in battling, or sports, or well, anything really. I’m just trying to adjust to having to live in a new region right now.”
“Oh, um, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“ Brendon began to say before something beeped. Surprised, he pulled out… an PDA from his pocket and looked at it. “Oh. Hey, Merry, I’m needed at the lab,” he told her, getting up. “I help Dad with some of his research sometimes. Maybe you can come over, hang out for a bit?” he asked, curious.
Merry nodded. “Sure, I’d like that,” she said, nodding. Brendon smiled.
“Great, uhh, see you later then?” he asked, poking his head back around the door as he tried to leave without being rude or anymore awkward.
“Sure thing,” Merry told him, chuckling at his antics. Blushing, Brendon turned and left, leaving her alone with Jules.
Merry closed her eyes and sighed, and was about to leave when she heard the floorboards creak. An instant later, she was on Brendon’s bed, Jules’ clawed paw pinning her firmly to the mattress as he stared at her. Merry could hear Brendon say a muffled goodbye to his mother before the door closed. Looking up at the Pokémon, Merry saw his eyes narrow at her as he lowered his head to sniff at her, deeply inhaling her scent.
What is with this Pokémon? Thought Merry as the Lucario moved his nose from her neck down to her breasts. It came as a surprise that the jackal-like creature nudged her left breast, testing it almost as Merry let out a gasp. Jules growled deep in his throat as his advanced even lower, now hovering close to that spot between her legs. Merry inhaled a quick gasp of breath as the Lucario snorted, inhaling her scent, and most likely Jinx’s as well.
Merry was starting to become uncomfortable. While she liked sex, the way that Jules was looking at her as he stood up was giving her chills, and not in a good way. Merry could feel the claws hook into her shirt, ready to tear it and her bra off if given the choice if she didn’t do something. Merry felt like screaming at this point as she moved to get her garments off in an effort to save them, Jules lifting his paw to let her do so. A crazy idea then popped up in her head.
Seeing as Jules seemed intoxicated with her scent, she quickly took her shirt off… only to shove it into his face, surprising him. The Lucario skidded back a foot or two, but it was enough for Merry to take her shirt back and dash for the door; reaching it, she took a right towards the stairs, struggling to get her shirt back on before Brendon’s mother saw her.
Getting her shirt mostly on, Merry descended the stairs, looking at Mrs. Birch making something on her stove. “Sorry to leave so soon Mrs. Birch,” Merry said, trying to calm down her heart rate. “I just remembered that I had to help my Mom with something for when Dad gets home tonight.” Mrs. Birch looked at her, surprised.
“Oh, okay Meredith,” she replied, stirring something. “I’ll see you again soon!” she added, nodding her head in good bye. Merry chuckled nervously.
“Yeah, I’ll see you soon as well ma’am,” Merry said before exiting the house as quickly as she could. Once the door was closed, she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Apparently, her near rape experience had taken a lot more out of her than she thought.
She was just heading back to her house she noticed a little girl standing close to the edge of the town, where the trees grew much thicker and the road became a little more than a bare pathway large enough to even accommodate a car. “Hey, get away from there!” Merry said loudly, rushing to the girl. “You those Pokémon out there are wild!”
The little whirled around to face her, and Merry got a good look at the kid’s fearfully wide eyes. “I know, but I hear screams!” she said, trying not to cry as she pointed to the path in front of her. Merry looked up and strained her ears, and sure enough, she could just make out someone’s cries for help.
“Go get an officer, now!” Merry cried out. “I’m going to see what’s going on!” Without waiting for the girl to respond, the teen charged into the underbrush, plowing through bushes and tree limbs, following the source of the shouting. Bursting into a clearing, Merry skidded to a stop as she saw a male scientist getting chased by a rather pissed Poochyena.
The man managed to see her, and pointed to a bag on the ground, just as he tripped and fell to the ground. “In my bag! HELP!!!”
Merry dashed over to the bag and shoved her inside of it. She felt something round and smooth, and not even bothering to check it, Merry pulled it out and threw it, hitting the button as it left her hand. The red and white Pokeball flew high in the air as it popped open, releasing a stream of converted energy that near instantly solidified into a small, green Pokémon. “Pound that thing into submission!” Merry commanded, pointing at the Poochyena, her voice determined, which surprised her.
The Pokémon, which looked very much like a green, malformed Charmander, began attacking the Poochyena, whose only warning it was being attacked was a claw in the face. Yelping, the Poochyena jumped back in pain, giving the other Pokémon an opening to continue with a strike to the chin. Now badly beaten, the Poochyena whimpered as it ran off, leaving the humans and other Pokémon alone.
“Thank goodness you came by when you did!” the man said, snapping Merry’s attention back to him. “I just set my down for just a moment when that Poochyena jumped me. Gah, I should have brought Jules with me at the very least,” he added, more to himself than to Merry, who paled.
“You’re Professor Birch?!” she asked shocked. The man looked at her, startled.
“Well, yes,” he said, confused. “Why?”
Merry sighed. “We’re neighbors,” she said dejectedly, thinking about how this seemingly normal man had a rapist hidden in his Lucario.
Birch looked at her, bewildered for just a moment before laughing. “Oh, so you’re Meredith! Norman spoke to me about you almost the entire time he wasn’t hashing out details with the League over here!” he cried out, grabbing Merry by the shoulder. Merry flinched slightly at the touch.
“Really? Um, what exactly did he say about me?” she asked, hesitantly.
“That you would be an excellent trainer, had you shown interest in getting a Pokémon,” Birch said, oblivious to Merry’s discomfort. “Why, he even told me you had potential to defeat the Pokémon League!”
“Hehe, yeah….”
Birch smiled. “But don’t worry about that now. We just need to head back and let everyone know that I haven’t been torn to shreds yet,” he told her, making fun of his not-so-funny predicament a few minutes ago. Merry, against her better judgment and reasoning, chuckled at the horrible attempt at humor.
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Merry had never had the opportunity to be in a laboratory before, and her first impression of Professor Birch’s was that it was even messier that what she had seen in his house. All the same, the young teen stood in front of Birch’s desk as the man was talking to the authorities on the phone. “Yes, I’m fine! No, no, it was all my dumb fault, I got cocky and didn’t bring Jules with me. Look, no need to file a report, there was nothing damaged or broken. Yes, except for my dignity. Okay, I’ll be down there tomorrow to give you my full report. Thank you, goodbye.” Birch hung up the phone and let out a deep breath. “I hate writing reports for the Rangers.”
Merry could only look at him in sullen consternation. The Rangers, while serving as wildlife rescuers and nature preservation agents, where also responsible for searching for missing people out in the wild. Unfortunately, most of the time, they weren’t successful. “Well, at least you still have your health, right?” she asked timidly. Birch chuckled.
“Well, I suppose you’ve got me there,” he told her, scratching the back of his head. “Anyway Meredith, I have a proposition for you.”
Merry was confused, and it showed. “Yes sir?”
“Well, my son, Brendon, well, you know how he helps me with research, correct?” the older man asked her. Merry nodded. “Well, I know that he’d like to go out and explore the rest of Hoenn on his own, but he feels that with me here, that he’s limited to just the Littleroot and Oldale area. I would like to ask you if you can help him help me with our research into Pokémon behavior.”
“But I don’t have a Pokémon!” Merry said, backing up slightly. “Or even a Pokedex!”
Birch smiled gently at her as he pulled out a thin red device from his desk. “Those can be easily fixed,” he said. “This is one of the Pokedexes that the League gives me to assist with my research. It’s yours, if you want it, on one condition.” Merry looked at him fearfully, images of his Lucario flowing through her head in rapid succession-
“I want you to take that Treeko you used to save me with today and raise him,” Birch said.
“Huh?”
Birch chuckled. “Treeko is the Grass-Type starter Pokémon for Hoenn,” he explained. “They typically live in trees, but what with most of their evolved forms being in breeding programs in captivity, and wild populations very hard to find, well, they’ve begun taking a liking to solid ground as well.” He held out the Pokeball that Merry instinctively knew contained the Pokémon.
Merry took it, and released the Pokémon inside. After the flash of light faded, Merry looked down at the Treeko. “Umm, hi,” she said, kneeling down to his level.
“Ree?” the Treeko asked her, tilting his head to the side. Merry gulped nervously.
“Would like to come with me? Be my Pokémon partner?” she asked the Treeko, trembling. The Treeko looked at her, then at Birch, and then with a bark that surprised the living daylights out of Merry, jumped onto her and climbed up her arm, settling on her shoulder. “I’ll take that as a yes then!” Merry said, giggling at the Wood Gecko’s antics. “Hey, where is Brendon anyway?” she asked Birch.
The scientist furrowed his brow in thought. “Hmm… if I remember right, I think my note to him said to investigate Pokémon habits up at Route 103,” he said. “It’s just north of Oldale, can’t miss it. And since it’s… only twelve, you should be able to get there by two, and be home by five roughly,” he added. “And take Treeko with you!”
“Sir, I’m not the one who left their Pokémon in a bag ten feet away from them,” Merry commented as she and her Treeko went to leave the lab.
It was only after they had left the lab that Birch recovered from the comment. “…Norman never commented about her wit….”
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Birch was right about the trip taking two hours. Between having to find her footing in shoes not designed for the great outdoors, to evading and battling wild Pokémon, Merry and Treeko were both mildly tired by the time they reached Oldale. Merry chuckled at the sight of the red roof to her left; apparently, some things were just universal. Like red roofs on Pokémon Centers.
Walking inside, Merry quickly brought Treeko over to the Nurse Joy, and in less than ten minutes, Treeko was back on his feet, chirping away. “Okay, let’s go find Brendon,” Merry said as Treeko settled back on her shoulder. It was unusual that now of all times she had a Pokémon.
When she was younger, Merry, like all other children, wanted a Pokémon at the age of ten. However, due to financial problems at the time, and the… accident that occurred in New Bark, she wasn’t able to. And since then, her interest in training Pokémon had lessened. Until now.
Walking onto Route 103, she quickly saw a mop of white in the corner of her vision. Silently, Merry crept up to it, curious. It came a surprise to find out that it was Brendon wearing a white hat as he sat down, writing notes in a journal, muttering to himself.
“Okay, after a kill, Poochyena begin displaying the first signs of the heightened pack mentality that Mightyena are well known for, with the strongest Poochyena often claiming the choice parts of the kill,” he said, writing his thoughts down. Merry could only stand back, amazed at how the other teen sounded. “After the Alpha Poochyena has had its fill, the kill is then devoured by the rest of the pack, if applicable; in cases of large packs, this often means that the weakest members are left with either bones, or nothing at all.”
“Sounds harsh.”
Brendon jumped up, his notebook falling to the ground. “HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE- Merry? How did you get here?” he asked, confused before noticing the Treeko. “Whoa, you got Treeko! Wait, how…?”
“I saved your dad’s life, and well, he gave me Treeko here,” Merry said, stroking the eye ridges of her Pokémon, who began purring scratchily. Brendon whistled in appreciation.
“Whoa,” he commented, picking up his belongings. “So, if you have a Pokémon… then, does that mean you’re up for a battle?” he asked. Merry sighed.
“Well, seeing as everything on the way here was trying to kill us, sure, why not?” she replied, shrugging with her unoccupied shoulder. Brendon grinned as he pulled out his own Pokeball and held it out.
“Ready?” he asked. Merry glanced at her Treeko, who was now down on the ground, staring at the Pokeball in Brendon’s hand.
“Yeah,” she said, trying not to be nervous. Brendon nodded as he cocked his arm back.
“Okay, Torrent, come on out!” he shouted, throwing the ball high in the air. At the top of its arc, the orb split open, releasing the Pokémon within it. Merry braced herself for whatever would come out… which was a tiny, orange feather hatchling.
“You sent out… a chicken?” Merry asked, incredulous. Brendon grimaced.
“Hey, Torrent is a Torchic, which means, she’s an awesome fire breathing chicken!” he told her. “Now Torrent, scratch that Treeko!”
“Shit! Treeko, dodge and counter!” Merry commanded, getting out of the way of the brawl. Her Pokémon obeyed, barely dodging the strike in time and scratching the Torchic in the back of her head. Crying out in pain, the tiny chicken got away from the gecko and looked at her master.
“Torrent, get up close and use ember!” Brendon commanded. Merry’s eyes widened; she didn’t need to be related to a Gym Leader to know how this might turn out.
“Treeko, get away from her!”
“Tree!” Treeko cried out, dodging the small fireball that Torrent had tried to use at point blank range.
“Okay, growl and pound!” Merry commanded, her mind going in overdrive. It was over after that. Torrent simply couldn’t keep up as the Wood Gecko avoided attack after attack, hitting her and lowering her defenses until she fell to the ground, exhausted. “Okay, Treeko, come back!” Merry ordered, stopping the fight.
Her Treeko looked at her and chirped, coming back to her as Brendon recalled Torrent. “Okay, I was not expecting that,” he said, chuckling to himself in disbelief. “Then again, your dad had to have given you some pointers, right?”
Merry shifted uncomfortably. “Umm, not really,” she admitted. “I stopped being interested in Pokémon training about five years ago.”
“Really? That’s weird,” Brendon said as he put his Pokeball away in his bag. Merry shrugged.
“Look, there was an incident in Johto, and well, it shook us all up then,” she said simply. “It happened, and well, I lived with it.”
Silence reigned between the two of them for a couple of minutes as they began walking home. “So, what are you going to do now?” Brendon asked as they passed the town limits. Merry looked up at the sky, thinking about her current condition.
“I might just go out and travel, do the whole Pokémon League thing on the side,” she answered finally. “Besides, it’ll make my birthday a whole lot cooler if I can finally go off and travel.”
Brendon nodded. “Cool. Maybe we can meet up sometimes, you know, have some friendly battles just to test each other?” he asked. Merry nodded.
“Sure. I’d like that,” she said as they reached the other end of Oldale and began their actual trip home through the wilds.
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And thus ends the second chapter. Hopefully you all liked it, but on that note, I do have a few things I will say early in my defense.
One, unlike a lot of travel stories, Merry will not be a total slut, screwing everyone with a dick or not, as evidenced by Jules. Rape, and molestation, is a very horrible thing, and I personally do not condone those actions, or the people who do them. As for why a Lucario of all Pokémon is acting like this, I will explain eventually. However, she will develop a good relationship with her captured (MALE!) Pokemon.
Second, I will have people act like people, and when I can, I will describe Pokémon as whatever closest animal they might be in real life, like Treeko. Which by the way, geckos do have a sort of bark. And it is LOUD for their size. Just FYI.
And as always, reviews and comments are welcome, so long as they are constructive, so a little bad with some good written in if you please
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