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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.

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                Ashley frowned as she knelt down to inspect Flare’s wounds. The pidgey’s sharp talons had gotten him pretty bad, and blood was still running freely over his face as he licked at her hand. She hurriedly dug a towel out of her bag and tried to use it to apply pressure to his wounds, but his skin was simply too hot and she yelped as he accidentally singed the palm of her hand. She looked down at her rapidly reddening flesh in disbelief. If she had been able to touch him earlier then why…?

                “Hey, are you all right?”

                Ashley turned to see a young man of about twenty come running up to her through the grass. He was being followed by a large beedrill, which hovered protectively over his shoulder as its huge red eyes rolled back and forth as it scanned the grass for signs of danger. Flare hissed at the presence of the new pokemon, but the beedrill just ignored the smaller pokemon. Ashley shushed him before turning back to the new comer. He seemed fairly fit, but was dressed more for a day at the store than he was for a walk out in the grass.

                “Who are you?” she asked, trying to not make it look obvious as she looked for an escape route, just in case.

                “Name is Stephen,” he said, holding out his hand for her to shake. Me shrugged towards the beedrill and added, “And this is Morty. I’m with the PokeMart advertising section, Samples and Displays division. I’m out here because my boss thought this would be a good way to drum up new customers. I heard you scream, and wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

                “I-I’m not sure,” Ashley stammered. She knelt down next to Flare and was about to give him a hug when she remembered she couldn’t touch him. “We were attacked by a pidgey. I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

                “Yeah, those are some fairly nasty cuts,” Stephen murmured as he knelt down in front of Flare. He reached out towards Flare with one hand, only for Flare’s jaws to snap shut a bare inch away from his finger. Stephen yanked his hand back with surprising speed, holding both up defensively. “Easy big guy, I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to make sure that there wasn’t some major trauma.”

                “I think he might be too hot to touch,” Ashley explained. “I don’t know why, earlier it was fine for me to touch him, but now when I tried I got burned!”

                “Yeah, that’s fairly common,” Stephen answered with a nod as he began to reach for his pack. He pulled out two small plastic bottles. “He’s a fire type, and when they battle they ramp up their body’s internal temperature by quite a bit. Part of it is just the adrenaline rush, but if they can get hot enough then they can actually burn any opponent who comes into contact with them. But it takes a while for them to burn off the excess energy. Give him half an hour or so and he should be fine.”

                “What are those?” Ashley asked, motioning to the bottles. Stephen handed one to her as he sprayed Flare with the other one. Flare’s wounds healed almost immediately, stitching themselves together right in front of her eyes.

                “Post Offensive Treatments Including Organic Nutrients,” he explained. “More commonly known as potions. They’re a good way to heal either in the middle of combat or right after. Silph developed them back during the war when first aid supplies were getting tight, but now you can pick them up for cheap at just about any PokeMart. You can keep that one as a free sample.”

                “Thanks!” Ashley answered as she gave him a hug. “Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?”

                Stephen blushed and found his gaze drawn almost immediately to her cleavage. He could just imagine peeling away her top to reveal the rest of those magnificent looking breasts, teasing her nipples until she was screaming his name… He quickly shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose until his eyes started to water. “That’s quite all right,” he answered hastily, trying to ignore the stirring erection growing in his pants. “I was just doing my job.”

                “I know! You can join me for dinner tonight!” Ashley declared brightly. “I need to head up Viridian to pick up a package, but then I’m headed back home for dinner. You can come with me! It’s the least I can do for all the help you’ve been!”

                “Um, sure,” Stephen agreed. “So I guess I’ll see you later?”

                “Yup!” Ashley answered cheerfully, giving him a tight hug. Stephen’s erection went from ‘stirring’ to ‘raging’ at the feel of her breasts pressing against him. He started mentally counting down the pokemon in order. ‘Dragonite, Dragonair, Dratini…’

                “Bye, Stephen!” Ashley called back over her shoulder as she and Flare went darting off into the tall grass. “Can’t wait to see you again!”

                Stephen just waved back while muttering to himself, “I am so going to hell…”

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                Viridian was small, at least as far as most cities were concerned. It had none of the bustle of Celadon, or the tourist attractions of Fuchsia. To make matters worse, the local gym had closed due to the disappearance of the gym leader. Having lost the sole major source of income available to it, Viridian had fallen on hard times indeed. Ashley found this out the hard way as she wandered around the city, exploring the sights. She had been there before, of course, but that had always been under the eagle eyed supervision of her mother. Now she had the ability to go where she wanted to.

                Not, that it turned out, there were all that many places she wanted to go. The gym was quite clearly closed and shuttered, liberally defiled by the local graffiti artists. Here and there a window stood in shattered pieces, and the door had been blocked by a heavy slab of wood. She had wandered away in disgust after that, hoping that the rest of the city might hold more promise. Her hopes were dashed when she came to the path heading north towards the Viridian forest. An old man was passed out drunk in the middle of the road, a half empty bottle of vodka still clutched possessively against his chest. Another woman, possibly his daughter based on her age and looks, sat in a folding chair nearby. Her greasy shirt had been left half unbuttoned, exposing her sagging breasts to anyone unfortunate enough to glance her way, while a half smoked cigarette dangled unlit between her lips. When Ashley tried to tiptoe by the woman snarled, “What in the bloody hells do you want?” Ashley didn’t even bother to respond, merely turning around and high tailing it out of there as fast as she could without triggering the predatory instincts of anyone who might be watching.

                She eventually managed to find her way to the PokeMart. The man behind the counter was middle aged, and had clearly seen better days despite his best attempts to stretch an overfull shirt across his belly and cover up his bald spot with a semi-talented comb over. He was reading a magazine about the latest cars, and didn’t notice when she walked in. She approached the counter hesitantly, lightly tapping the tarnished silver bell meant to get his attention.

                “Hmmm?” he asked, looking up from his magazine and tilting it towards her at the same time. Ashley blushed furiously when she realized the car magazine was a beard for the real magazine he had been reading. A pink haired woman in what was left of a nurse’s uniform was spread eagled on a bed, her hands locked to the headboard by a pair of handcuffs. Kneeling between her legs, two fingers buried in the nurse’s cunt was another woman in a tight fitting miniskirt and little else. The shopkeeper realized what she was looking at and blurted, “Oh shit!” before stuffing both magazines under the counter. “Sorry about that, but you didn’t see anything, okay? So, what can I help you with?”

                “I’m here to pick up a package for Professor Oak?” Ashley replied nervously. The entire city was giving her the creeps. She just wanted to be gone. “He was supposed to have called ahead…”

                “You’re Ashley, right?” the man asked, turning around to sort through several packages behind the counter. He finally came out with a box about half a foot square and handed it to her. “Here you go, and say hi to the Professor for me.”

                “Thank you!” she said breathlessly, snatching the package out of the man’s hands and bolting for the door. She didn’t stop running until she had reached the city limits and had to release Flare from his pokeball. He looked at her in confusion as she stood there bent over, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe. He began to growl as he tried to figure out what was wrong, calming down only when she began to rub the top of his head.

                They headed back to Pallet, making sure to be more careful as they passed through the tall grass. They found Stephen perched on a wall near where they had left him. His beedrill had found a stop where the sun had baked the stones all day and was busy not doing anything but absorbing the latent heat from the rocks. He slid down when he caught site of them, shuffling towards them nervously. He gave Ashley a short wave before asking, “So, how did it go?”

                “Oh my gods, it was horrible!” she answered with a bone deep shudder of pure revulsion. She slipped her hand into his and began to walk faster. “Come on, I want to get this back to the Professor and be home before dark.”
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