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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: Guys, again, this stuff is for adults. Please read, only if you're considered an adult in your country/region. It doesn't really matter, because you're already here, but you shouldn't say I didn't warn you.

Chapter Warnings: Alright, no real smut in this one, but there's plenty of pokemon battles, action, drama, maybe some romance, and some new characters.

Author Notes: Hey, guys, I'm sorry about taking the time on the update, but I've had life intervene. I'll be a little later on these updates, because I'm taking a break from fanfic to focus on job finding. I'll still be writing, but not as much.

Carlos isn't based on any green or blue characters, but his last name is Verde, which means 'green' in Spanish, and that's my little allusion to those games.

Second Warning: Look out, kids, this is for adults, and it may melt your childhood innocence away.

Pokemon ElectricYellow

Chapter 8: Amarillo y Verde

Or: Pikachu's saur attitude

            It was the middle of the day and the hot afternoon sun was filtering in through the canopy, casting spots of sunlight on the grass, leaves, and ferns, and leaving other areas in gloomy darkness. Every steady breath Yellow took had her eyes threatening to close, as if the forest was a living thing willing her into a deep slumber. It was the glaring sunlight shining in her eyes on-and-off and the thick humidity pressing down on her, that made her tired and her mind sluggish, but she walked on, her bored, yet aware gaze of determination trying vainly to drill a hole through everything she saw.

            It had already been a few days since she entered Viridian Forest and every thing about it, apart from the delightful, inconsistent company, was making the sixteen year old mutter under her breath, as she carried her tree branch and continued on to Pewter City. It had steadily been getting hotter and more humid over the day, making her thirstier than normal. The empty water bottle in her hand was testament to that. She put the bottle away in the side pouch of her backpack, wondering where the nearest stream was, as she felt the Bug Bites on her sweat slick arms and legs. She couldn't believe she'd thought she wouldn't need the bug spray at the Viridian City Pokemart. In addition to keeping mosquitoes away, it would've acted like repel on all the bug types she was encountering, like the orangy-brown one crawling on the path in front of her.

            The Weedle saw Yellow and faced her, its small, black eyes staring her down. It was a foot tall, with a segmented body and many small pink dots for feet, and it had one stinger on its tail and a larger one on its head. She rolled her eyes as it jumped at her, trying its best to use Poison Sting. She blocked it with a swing of her branch and stepped aside to avoid its tail stinger, as it flew passed her to the ground. It leapt again and she gripped the stick on both ends and brought it up horizontally, hitting the pokemon's midsection and flipping it higher into the air. She heard Pikachu gasp softly, as they watched the pokemon sailing end over end, wiggling in the air like a long dildo, into the shrubbery on the side of the path. She sighed and glared at the yellow pokemon behind her, before walking past the bushes, just in case the bug/poison type had friends close by.

            Pikachu was the real reason the brunette's day was going horribly, and why she had to fight all these stupid bugs. She had woken up to a peaceful morning. The sun had just risen, peeking through the spaces in the thick foliage and hinting at the heat it would give later, and the flying types were singing a calming tune through the forest. She had dreamt about being used for someone else's desires all night, and she reached down passed her shirt and skirt to between her legs, to find her pussy was wet from her dream.

            As she slowly rubbed her labia, she remembered she'd been with Oliver and Andrea, before falling asleep. She noticed as soon as she rolled over, that the blanket was entirely too roomy; the two bug trainers were gone, and, after a closer inspection, she realized they had taken their blanket and laid her back down on hers. There was a small campfire ten feet away from her, long cold already and looking damp, and her backpack was next to a tree, where Andrea had left it. When Yellow stood up, yawning and stretching, she didn't see Pikachu, but then remembered Andrea had put him in his pokeball and put it in Yellow's backpack.

            She straightened her shirt, getting the pokeball image in between her breasts, and walked over to the pack and opened it to look for the pokeball, but the first thing she found was a piece of paper. She unfolded it to read the neat handwriting she guessed to be the demanding woman's she'd met yesterday.

   Dear Yellow,

            Sorry we couldn't wake up with you, but we were actually trying to wake up early to go catch this bug pokemon we heard about, Ledyba. They're supposed to be up early in the morning and back in hiding by day, so we had to. We're going to be going back to our home in Fuchsia City after this. If you're ever there, check us out. Good luck on your pokemon journey! We know you and Pikachu will do great!

            P.S. I left you a copy of yesterday's... events, on your Pokedex. I hope it'll cum in handy as much as it will with us. The boys and I want to do this again.

Oliver, Andrea, Chase, and Crush

            'Damn, they had to leave too.' Yellow was tired of her new friends always leaving first thing in the morning, but she couldn't do anything about it at the moment. She folded the paper and put it in the backpack's small outside pocket, with the note from Sammy, and pulled out the Pokedex, which she'd found under where the paper had been. Cringing at any of the ways it could aggravate her this time, she flipped the screen open to watch some of the scene they had filmed yesterday, so she could finish what she started on the blanket.

            "Hello, Yellow! Hey, that rhymes!" The electronic voice yelled, as if she couldn't hear it being annoying when it was just talking. She stared into emptiness, as it started singing a moronic song consisting of only those two words. "Hello, Yellow... Yellow, hello..."

            "Okay, shut up! I mean, er... Pokedex, tell me how to navigate your menus."

            "Well, if you had read the instruction manual, you would know. It's pretty simple. You press the screen and move your finger." It told her in a slow, technical voice, like it thought she had a hard time understanding things.

            "Okay... great... I don't know how I would've figured that out all by myself." She mumbled.

            "No thanks required, ma'am. I'm here to help you on your way to becoming the pokemon champion." Hearing that reminded Yellow of Pikachu and she put the device down to find his pokeball. It was in the backpack and she pulled it out, cradling it carefully and wondering if he could feel her apology through the metal and circuitry.

            "Okay, time to face you, Pikachu." She muttered sadly to herself, but the electronic encyclopedia heard her and read aloud a list of businesses with 'Pikachu' in them.

            "Ten results for 'Pikachu': Perry Pikachu's, where parents take their kids and pay for a chance to win tickets for cheap prizes while they eat pizza. Salon Pikachu; everyone loves the Perky Pikachu ponytails, shaped like a Pikachu tail. Pikachus 'n' boots, we have everything you need for feet!" Yellow shut the screen with a, 'Snap!', and put it deep in her backpack, underneath her spare clothes. Then, she bent down and folded her blanket. She put that away, burying the device in its new cloth grave, and sighed, enjoying the quiet. She realized she still hadn't seen what was on the video Andrea had filmed, but she wasn't horny enough to deal with the Pokedex.

            Instead, she glanced at the white and red orb in her hand and pressed the summon button. The mouse pokemon zipped out in a white light and he immediately started growling and his cheeks spat sparks,, as he looked in every direction for a target. "Pikachu, I'm so sorry for what Andrea did." The brunette got down to her knees and stared at him, but once he knew she was the only one there, he looked away from her, his arms folded and his nose pointed up, like he was sniffing for something. "Pikachu, I'm sorry. Can't you forgive me?" The very subtle shake of his head meant, 'No', and he ran to a tree and climbed it, disappearing into the leaves above. She thought she lost him, but he came back down gnawing on a berry.

            "Are you at least going to stay with me?" She bent down again, accidentally flashing her pussy at him, and tried to look sad. She succeeded easily, but that didn't stop him from shrugging. 'I need to earn his trust again.' she concluded, and was happily willing to. "Okay, Pikachu, I love you..." She got to her feet and grabbed her backpack, making sure her skirt was situated right, and headed out from their clearing, with the yellow pokemon trailing behind as he finished his berry, licking his little paws clean of the blue juices.

            They soon came to a pair of Caterpie, although they weren't nearly as powerful as Pikachu. Yellow turned to him, forgetting his new, spiteful attitude, and called for him to fight. The electric type just bent and grabbed a twig, breaking it into pieces, and used a sliver to pick the berry seeds from his teeth. "Pikachu! What are you doing? You're supposed to fight for me." She stamped her feet, as if he could be tamed more easily that way, and she almost whined, realizing that when Pikachu said he wasn't happy with her, it also meant he wasn't going to protect her.

            "What do I do?" She asked, trying to remember if she was allowed to run from a battle, and Pikachu looked at her seriously for several long moments. The mouse pokemon finally looked to the Caterpie and then back at his sixteen year old trainer. She silently begged for his help, the promise in her eyes of a more lengthy groveling planned for a later time, but she groaned and stamped her feet again when he simply shrugged, as if to say, 'Nothing can be done. Those are Caterpie.'

            She turned around, just as one of the Caterpie climbed onto her shoe, and she kicked her foot, flinging it into the other one, making them roll. She was turning to run, when they both used String Shot, and dual lines of white silk sprayed at her legs, instantly incasing them in the quickly hardening substance. She tried to take a step, but fell over, landing on her front with a huff of breath and getting strands of her long, brunette hair in her face.

            "Pikachu, why aren't you helping me?! They're going to eat me!" She screamed, dramatizing what was going to be a nibbling at worst. She kept her eyes on the worm pokemon the entire time, and when one of them pushed off the ground to Tackle her, she rolled left, till she was in the underbrush.

            In there, she pulled herself free of the string, using a sharp stone to cut the silk, and stood up. She ripped a branch from the tree next to her and stormed back to the battle. The Caterpie were staring at her without a clue of what to do, when she charged and attacked them halfheartedly. Like when she and Cody fought the Beedrill swarm, she was trying not to hurt them, while she drove them away, yelling and aiming her blows near them, and it was working. Each pokemon spat a white spray of string in fear, as they fled in opposite directions, and Yellow giggled, watching the Caterpie leave trails leading into the bushes.

            She turned back to Pikachu and raised her fearsome branch. "See, I don't need you, or your little shocks." He returned her triumphant gaze with an apathetic one that said, 'If you really wanted to impress me, their heads would be on that stick.' She didn't know what to say, so she just turned around and continued on to Pewter city. "You know, if you don't perk up before we get to Pewter City, it's going to be a long day." Pikachu just shrugged and followed her from a distance, as she silently fumed with every step.

            He was not a happy Pikachu. It was just like the last time, when that old, creepy guy had captured him at the stream by his home. When the pokeball was only there for storage, it got pretty lonely and boring, especially when there were no other people or pokemon programmed in. He could get food from different areas, like simulated forests where each tree was bursting with colorful, fresh berries, or open meadows with small piles of the bits of food humans feed pokemon, but every bland morsel always left him one bite from fulfillment. He was glad the return was only temporary, because on his 'vacation', he'd learned the old adage, 'You can't miss what you've got, until you've lost it', was truer than he thought. The pokeball lacked something that he'd grown accustomed to. It lacked Yellow.

            "Come on, Pikachu, I'm sorry." The 16 year old brunette was hopping up and down, trying to get his attention, and inadvertently showing off the way her body moved. Her creamy, white skin and her yellow shirt, pokeball in between her breasts, emphasized the bouncing of her small, perky C-cups. Every time she came back down, he could see a flash of her lower lips when her orange skirt took its time falling down to just above her knees. She still hadn't put on underwear, and he was beginning to think she did it to lure him with a false sense of arousal. He knew she didn't, but somehow, women knew just how to make a guy do what they want, even if they weren't aware of it.

            "If you stop making me fight all these bugs, we can fuck again." He couldn't let the brunette see that her actions were getting to him, and he turned away from her, stopping the forming erection by thinking uninspiring thoughts. The memory of when his friends laughed at him for being too small to ride the Roll Out coaster focused his mind again. He needed to have a clear head to ignore her, and to present a strong front, though he was actually hurting inside.

            The electric type missed her, and not just for the sex. Yellow had become his best friend and he learned enough from her to be a better pokemon and battler. He enjoyed their conversations, too. She didn't talk about pointless things and often asked his input on decisions, like where to stop for lunch, or to set up camp for training. He liked talking with her, although she didn't understand his language, but he appreciated her listening even more, because of that. Now, he was missing her even more, because he wasn't battling for her.

            Whenever they came across a pokemon in the path, the brunette would glance at him to see if he had changed his mind. Noting the firm, 'No', on his face, she would turn to the pokemon and take her chances. He liked watching her, the determination and raw anger of her situation barely concealed behind swift attacks, and it filled him with a renewed lust. He felt they were somehow more on the same level, now that she knew some of what he went through. Whenever he watched her though, he realized he cared for her too much to let anything happen to her, and made the vow to fight for her life if needed. He sighed and smiled, as he thought about being her hero and being held in her arms and loved again.

            However, that hadn't happened yet, and he was starting to think he'd have to fess up and give his defiance and ostracization a rest. He didn't really have a good reason for still shunning her, as he came to grips with the pokeball ten seconds after she'd released him, but he'd made the problem bigger by then and had too much pride to admit he was overreacting. To end his meaningless exile and make up with his trainer, he kept his eyes open every time something attacked, but it was always just weak bug types challenging her. Bugs! Bugs! Bugs!

            The Caterpie were fun to watch, because Yellow would just bash her stick near them and scare them, provoking a surprised Stringshot from it, but the Weedle and Wurmple were what Yellow was having trouble with. They used Poison Sting, and every time they launched themselves at the teenager, she'd always try to dodge them till she could scare them away, but sometimes they'd get lucky and land the attack. Pikachu and Yellow had lost count how many times she'd been stung, but she'd been poisoned once already, and had had to use an antidote. She was on her last one now, though she didn't seem nervous, and he admired that.

            "Pikachu, come on, that guy is a trainer. I can't fight that pokemon." She said, as she started jumping again. The reason the sixteen year old was hopping and pleading now, although she'd been doing it off-and-on all day, was because they just noticed a trainer ahead of them on the path. The guy looked strong, and Pikachu could smell a Bulbasaur that must've belonged to him. He knew from his time at that old man's laboratory that, Bulbasaur were good fighters and their vines were ready weapons waiting to send their targets to the Pokecenter. He didn't think Yellow was strong enough to beat one, and he smiled at the thought, anticipating the way she'd lose and he'd intervene and be her hero.

            She was sure she was breathing more, and beads of sweat slid into her cleavage as her chest rose and fell. The only thing keeping her from dropping the branch in her clammy, clenching hand, was its rough bark. She was growing more nervous by the step, because they were coming up to a boy in the path. He looked like a pokemon trainer, and he held a pokeball in his hand, but she hoped he was just a clueless kid who had found it on the ground. The hope was quashed, when the Bulbasaur at his feet showed itself, its twin vines waving energetically in the air towards Yellow and Pikachu, as if they were best friends meeting after all these years.

            "Pikachu, come on, that guy is a trainer. I can't fight that pokemon." The mouse pokemon still just walked behind her with a frown, as if ready to be angry for all time.

            At first, she was angry and seething about his silent treatment, deliberately not asking his opinion on things, like whether they should take the left or right fork in the path. She didn't feel any kind of anger at him, but more at the situation. The hate soon turned into sadness and she just felt impotent, because she wanted to be friends with her pokemon again, but didn't know how to make it so. 'I thought I was done with him ignoring battle commands when we fought those Beedrill.'

            She also couldn't stop thinking dirty thoughts about how good his electricity felt at orgasm, which only increased her arousal. Since she started having sex with Pikachu, she'd grown used to having an electric orgasm whenever she needed, but now, with him ignoring her, and the warm breeze playing underneath her skirt all day, arousal was all she could think about. Until it was replaced with the embarrassment of having to battle this trainer's Bulbasaur, that is.

            She couldn't just stop walking to think of a plan, as it would look strange, but she slowed her walking to drag it out. As pointless as fighting the grass/poison type would be, since she'd lose and have to pay the prize money, she wanted to meet the boy. He looked as old as her and a few inches taller, putting him at 6 feet tall, and he was good looking. He was Latino and his skin was olive colored, like he was born with a tan, giving him a pleasant, exotic appearance. She was sure he received plenty of attention from the girls in his hometown. He had a lean body, with light muscles masking his otherwise slim frame, and she could tell he liked to keep in shape.

            She thought he would be sweating with the two layers of shirts he was wearing; a thin, long-sleeved, white undershirt and a gray T-shirt over it, but he didn't seem uncomfortable. Either he was used to the heat, or Yellow was just weaker than she thought. He wore a pair of black windbreaker pants, of the fabric that makes a whooshing sound with every step. She could see his short, black hair under his green-and-yellow Arcanine-striped baseball cap. He wore a gray watch on his left wrist, which he checked a few times, as Yellow walked slower and slower, trying to prolong their meeting. Both the backpack on his shoulders and his green tennis shoes had a few months of wear and tear and it looked like he'd been in the forest for some time. He smiled at her, genuine invite lighting his gray eyes, and she gasped, wanting right then to run up and kiss him.

            She guessed he was wondering why she was taking so long, but she was trying to think of what to say. 'Hi, I'm Yellow. I'm going to fight your pokemon and lose!' She giggled despite the situation and her chest felt lighter, like her nervousness was bearable again. She just wished Pikachu would give her some kind of way out of this. When she turned to the electric type, she saw a look on his face that said, 'I'm not part of this', and the smile on her face slipped and she turned back around, trying again to think of a way to appease the mouse pokemon. She was starting to think she'd have to live with a short, yellow shadow all her life.

            She approached the raven-haired guy and his Bulbasaur, watching them wait for her. She saw the pokemon stare her down, before looking past her to Pikachu. Yellow looked back too and groaned, as she saw he was now laying back on a flat rock, using a wide leaf green to fan himself, as if he were working so hard. She turned back, ready to greet the Bulbasaur with a smile and a shake of its outstretched vine, but the seed pokemon returned the vines to its bulb and assumed a fighting stance, apparently getting the message that Yellow was going to fight it.

            "Hi, I'm Yellow Version." She said, as she extended her hand to the guy, a warm smile on her face again. He shook it and she continued, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I'll be fighting and losing to your pokemon." Her seriousness didn't slip, but the guy looked skeptical, his gaze rolling down her body. He eyed the branch first, and then the pokeball clipped to her skirt. He looked past her briefly, to see the seemingly apathetic mouse pokemon, and then he looked back at her to see how uncomfortable she looked. Her free hand was constantly moving, touching her other arm and rising to her neck, because she didn't know what to do with it, and she kept switching her weight from one foot to the other.

            "I'm Carlos Verde." He smiled and she wanted to touch him. He really was good looking, and she was hoping he didn't have a girlfriend, or boyfriend, waiting for him back in his hometown. "Okay, I guess that's not too unusual." He said wryly, and she blushed at his lopsided grin, but she remained stoic, as she removed her backpack and laid it against a log by the side of the path. "So, whenever you're knocked out, or what?" He asked with a grin, as he stepped back a few paces to clear an area for the two battlers. His grin showed he was a little too into this, and she realized she was a little excited by the idea of fighting something harder to beat than a lowly bug type. She was also a little excited by the growing erection in his pants.

            She blushed and stuttered, almost choking on the necessary words, but replied with a firm nod instead. He nodded as well, before calling to his Bulbasaur, "Orchid, get ready to fight." The Bulbasaur bared its bulb, rearing its head down, so Yellow could see its forehead clearly. "Get set..." She was wondering why this guy was taking so long to start, but figured the Bulbasaur took a long time heating up, like an old Magcargo in winter. She also thought it might've been payback for taking so long to walk to him. "Go!"

            Orchid moved first, taking a running start and leaping at Yellow. The brunette brought her branch across her chest to protect herself, but the seed pokemon still Tackled her and knocked her down. "Alright, girl, you know what to do." Carlos said.

            She had landed on her back, with the Bulbasaur on top of her, but Yellow smirked when she felt the pokemon wasn't pinning her down. She faked rolling one way, and, while Orchid braced herself to hold on, Yellow rolled the other way, ending up on her belly with the pokemon toppling off the other side. She saw Orchid was having a hard time turning over, because of her bulb. Her little legs were swinging, as she tried tilting, but it was difficult for her to move like that from laying down.

            Yellow turned her head and saw Pikachu, still ten feet away from the battle, with a note of worry in his features and his fanning leaf forgotten on the ground, but then he noticed her looking and squared up, his face becoming impassive. She started to get up to her hands and knees, but a loud sound came from behind her, before a jolt of pain from her backside rocked her. The Bulbasaur had used Vine Whip on her butt. 'Orchid spanked my ass!' Her right butt cheek felt hot, but when she turned her head to tell the pokemon off, she felt another vine hit her left butt cheek, making her yelp and cup her firm globes.

            She heard the whistling noise and glanced back in time to see the vine lash down on her hands, and she tried to scream angrily, but something in her throat blocked it from coming out, and she swallowed the sound. She yanked her hands back, tears rising to her eyes, as she felt the belated pain on her knuckles, and she brought her hands to her mouth and sucked the tender skin. With the obstructions removed, Orchid slapped her ass again. "Ow! God damn it! That hurt, bitch!" Yellow glared back at the pokemon, yelling at her for the pain on her hands and ass. She felt better after the outburst, more alert and focused, and dealt with the next succession of Vine Whips, as she thought of a plan.

            She felt each one smack her ass cheeks, stinging the skirt-covered skin and reddening it, but it reminded her of when Andrea had slapped her around, and that turned her on a little. 'Oh, god, this feels almost... good. If I can do this again, I'd want a way to stop it.' She started to enjoy it, unconsciously trying to meet the hits, but after four more slaps, she decided to keep fighting and propped her branch behind her to catch the next Vine Whip. She felt the vine wrap around it and pull, trying to drag Yellow with it, and she let go and rolled over again, ignoring the pain of her lightly abused skin. She heard the branch get tossed into the bushes on the other side of the path and she knew she wasn't getting it back.

            She pushed up on her hands and knees, still feeling shudders of pain and tingles of arousal, and started standing up. She realized too late what that position left her vulnerable to, and she moaned sadly, even during the impact of the twin green vines.

            "Whap!"

            Both came down again, hard, and she fell flat on her face, knocking the air from her lungs, and she heard her teeth click, as her jaw chomped shut. She groaned, as the pain from the dual smacks came bursting to life a second later, although with how much more it hurt, she thought she would've felt it faster. She groaned a moment later when air finally flooded her lungs, and she gasped into the ground beneath her. As she lay there catching her breath, she endured more Vine Whips to her skirt-covered ass, making the perky, firm globes jiggle with each smack, and she could feel what arousal there was leaving, as it turned too much to pain.

            She could understand why those pokemon on the news didn't want to fight in battles anymore, if this was what they had to go through. Practicing against Wurmple and Weedle had done nothing to help her defend herself from this onslaught, but she couldn't let the Bulbasaur beat her so quickly, especially after being humiliated the way she was. She marshaled her strength, trying to ignore the pain, and, as she got positioned to roll into the undergrowth to grab another branch, she saw Pikachu rushing towards her, his cheeks sparking and a fire in his eyes. It was a welcome sight and she nearly cried his name, knowing her best friend would help her out.

            "Okay, Orchid, you can stop now!" Carlos called, as he walked over to them. Yellow turned her head enough to see the green vine poised an inch above her ass, and she grimaced and cringed instinctively, as she felt the residual pain of the spanks. She watched the boy come over and she snorted at his offered hand, instead pushing herself up and gingerly getting to her feet. Pikachu was there too, pouting, but he was standing farther than she preferred and was back to ignoring her. She smiled though, knowing he still cared for her. She turned to the trainer, about to yell at him for what his pokemon did, but the sincerity in his eyes made her sigh instead, and answer his unasked question, as she brushed away the dirt and twigs from her limbs and clothes.

            "I'm okay... just a little roughed up by your Bulbasaur." He nodded and his smile lit up his face, making Yellow want to hold his hands and stare at him. She remembered he had liked watching what happened though, and guarded herself so she wouldn't be swayed by any of his charms. As if to reinforce her reasoning, she glanced down to see the erection in his pants and gasped quietly, noting how hard it was already, and how calmly he carried himself, even with this evident arousal.

            "So, Yellow, what's the deal?" Carlos asked, as Orchid walked to his side and sat down on her rump, like a house Delcatty. The seed pokemon didn't look mad or sad it didn't get to finish the fight, just simply happy to be by her trainer's side, a big grin on her green face. The girl envied them when she looked back to Pikachu to call him and had seen he had returned to his rock to fan himself.

            "Well, Pikachu, over there," she hooked her thumb behind her and heard the leaf green flapping, as if he was trying to emphasize his loafing around. "Is upset that he was in the pokeball last night."

            She admitted to herself how stupid that sounded, since trainers naturally store their pokemon in the devices, but the boy understood. "Yeah, I know I wouldn't want to wait in some metal ball, while I could walk around in the world with the person I care about. That's why Orchid's always with me now."

            As his cool, calm voice played through the air, the slight accent making his words sound secret and alluring, she felt herself growing comfortable with him. Something about him told her he was a good, dependable guy, even if he got aroused at her being spanked. For some reason, that even made her feel better, and a bit hot, because she knew more about how to deal with him.

            The raven-haired teenager slipped his backpack off and opened it. He dug his hand around a bit, eventually having to crouch on the ground to find what he was looking for, and pulled out a long container of poke bites. He popped the top off and tapped a serving into his hand, and Yellow grinned when Orchid decided she should have the ones in the plastic container, instead of in his hand. He laughed, as he tried to fight her strong pushing, and capped the container and held out the treats for her. As she ate them, quietly chewing each one at a time, the two trainers started talking.

            "So, how long have you been training?" She asked, while looking anywhere but at him. She was feeling awkward, since she was standing and he was crouching, but she smiled, watching Orchid eating. The way he was taking his time to feed his pokemon, treating her after a good battle, made Yellow feel even more safe around him, but knowing he'd leave her by tomorrow, like all her new friends she made in Viridian Forest, she frowned a bit. She didn't want to grow attached to him and then wake up in the morning with no one there. She decided to take it slow, and see where this could go.

            "Hey, girl, slow down. They aren't going anywhere." The Latino laughed and leaned into the grass/poison type, whispering into her ear, and then they both laughed, sharing an inside joke.

            As the conversation went on, Carlos looked up at Yellow, first at her groin, and then up to her face. He was blushing and she realized he saw her pussy up her skirt, but seeing him keep his focus and continue talking turned her on, knowing he could last longer than a guy who couldn't think about anything other than sex when he was horny.

            "Well, I've wanted to train since I was a little kid, but my dad works at night and he needed me to watch my little sister after school. When she was old enough and didn't need me to babysit, I was able to go get this girl." He patted the pokemon's bulb, as she found another poke bite in his palm and licked it up. "It's almost been a month, and she's already my best friend." They watched Orchid pick up the last few treats with her vine and walk away. Hearing they were best friends, Yellow thought about Pikachu, and she got sad, her mind instantly thinking of him never being friendly again.

            Carlos stood up and picked up his backpack, zipping it closed, and slipped it on his shoulders. "How long have you and Pikachu been training?"

            "Well, it's only been a few days, but since then, we've had to run from a storm of Spearow, fight a swarm of Beedrill, battle a ton of easy bug pokemon, and even a few bug catchers. I think he's ready to take on a real trainer, like you, but now he's all, 'I don't wanna fight!', and it's driving me crazy." She had started stamping her feet again, but he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

            "Take a deep breath, Yellow. Hold it in, and then let it all out slowly." She tried to, but his hands on her were making it hard to breathe slowly, and his gray eyes were shining with an inner light. She finally succeeded, after thinking about how Pikachu was ignoring her, and smiled. "You feel better?" He asked, as he let go and stepped back.

            "Yeah, it's like the tension went away. Where'd you learn to do that?"

            "It's just something I picked up in school. It's always made me feel better when I do it though."

            "I can see why."

            "Yeah, it also shows confidence for your pokemon, even if you aren't sure they can beat an opponent, and doing that always makes Orchid and Hummer fight better. It works every time. They just look at me, buckle down, and beat whatever's in their way."

            She thought about Pikachu again, wanting to train with him, and she looked to the mouse pokemon, expecting him to be fanning himself, or eating a berry, but the Bulbasaur had walked over to him and shared her treats with him. They were chatting and Pikachu looked the happiest she'd seen him all day. "So, what happened? He get hurt and you had to put him in the pokeball to keep his strength up?" Carlos's smooth voice made her turn to him.

            "Uh, no... Actually, it was a pair of bug trainers who I... met yesterday. The woman had put him in there after I gave... um, Pikachu a bath." She started to tell him it was a tongue bath for the electric type's cock, but she didn't want Carlos to think she was a slut, even though she was, and though pokephilia was legal, it was still frowned on in some circles, so she didn't know what he'd be okay with. Sticking to her plan of taking things slow, she was getting unnerved and flustered, afraid she'd slip up and blurt out how much of a sexual deviant she was.

            'Maybe it's his body and that exotic, smooth voice compelling me?' As close as she was to him, she could clearly see the contours of his arms, the muscles lean enough to tell her he'd be able to hold himself up over her, as he fucked her in Mewssionary position. He also smelled fresh, but masculine, like he just took a shower after working out, and it was going straight to her core, heating it to a low simmer. She had to actively stop from jumping on him, and turned her mind back to the conversation, shaking her head slightly, and sobered up when she remembered what she was talking about.

            "Anyway, I let him out this morning and he wouldn't do anything I asked and wouldn't even talk to me, like normal." She fought the sudden urge to cry out in frustration, but that didn't do anything to quell her emotions, and she kept talking, her voice quieter. "I know it's silly, but we've grown so close. When I got bored, I could always turn to him to talk about stuff, but now I can't." She could feel her eyes starting to well up with tears, but she blinked and turned to look at the afternoon forest, so she could wipe away the moisture without the Latino teen knowing.

            "You know, I suspected as much." She turned back then and stared at him. "I mean, I already guessed he's ignoring you, since he is kind of making you fight battles. You still don't have any ideas to get him happy again?" She shook her head, looking down at her feet. "Well, what about getting a new pokemon?" The idea of a possible fix perked her up and she looked at Carlos.

            She had tried using sex, food, and even punishment, though she knew she'd never hurt Pikachu, even if to get his attention again. The only idea left to her was releasing him and seeing if he came back later, but she wasn't that desperate. "What do you mean? Would catching another pokemon help?" Even as she asked it, the idea grew into something promising, and she grinned, knowing this one was a good idea. She did still have to look for a pokemon who could fight against Brock's rock types, and maybe it would be interesting to introduce the pokemon to sex. The thought sent a shiver up her spine, as she imagined her and Pikachu both working on the new member to their team.

            "Yeah, when I caught Hummer the other day, Orchid started acting lovey-dovey and she rubbed up against me all the time. I could barely keep her off me, so I could get some sleep." The raven-haired teen said it jokingly, but the burning blush and longing glances to the Bulbasaur made Yellow think something naughty, and when she looked down to think, the enthusiastic twitching of his erection confirmed it.

            "You totally had sex with her, didn't you?" She knew she had the upper hand, when he sighed and stared down at his shoes, his tan face burning with embarrassment.

            "Yeah," He looked up then, and Yellow nearly moaned at how passionate his gray eyes were. They were the color of fresh clouds after a storm, like the faded steel of a Magnemite, and they were trying to will her to understand his feelings. If she had had any doubt about what he was saying, his steady, emotional words proved he was in love. "But it's totally fine, especially if they want to, and she definitely wants to, ever since that night in Viridian City. I love her..." His eyes became unfocused, as he remembered that night, and his head tilted just a little.

            Yellow could tell he was worried about how she'd react to his confession, so, thinking how she felt when she worried over how he'd accept her own admittance to pokephilia, she smiled and patted his shoulder. His eyes cleared and he looked at her with a sort of fear, like he was going to lose something close to him.

            "Damn, you've got it bad, don't you?" She grinned and he took a deep breath, and then another, trying to jump start his mind. He looked over to Orchid and the brunette could see he was feeling like he'd almost lost the seed pokemon. His eyes lit up with passion, trying to memorize everything about the Bulbasaur, and she knew he loved the pokemon to no end. 'I guess he wouldn't want to have sex with me.'

            She smiled when Carlos turned around with his own grin, his teeth gleaming. "You're cool with pokephilia?" She nodded, feeling his hard shoulder underneath her hand, and she was distracted from their situation by her fingers gently prodding to test the muscle.

            'Damn, now I really want to fuck him!' She thought, biting her lip and grinding her thighs together. Thinking of him having sex with the grass/poison type was getting her horny and, since she couldn't have sex with Carlos, she made the decision that Pikachu would be fucking her the moment they made up. "Pikachu and I were introduced to it a few days ago, and it made us so close, except for today." She glanced to her pokemon, who was laughing from Orchid's vines tickling under his chin, and she calmed down, seeing him happy again.

            Carlos saw this and grasped her hand on his shoulder. She breathed a silent gasp and had to grip tighter to keep from leaning forward to kiss him. "You really care about him, too." His voice was low and making her nod her head, though she heard only half of the soothing sound, her mind already envisioning them on the forest floor, the ferns slapping at their arms, as they rolled into the underbrush in their lust. "Orchid's been talking to him for a while and she thinks he'll be nice again when you catch another pokemon. He might even help you catch it." His grin was infectious, and she was stuck grinning, too, but something he said made her stop and think.

            "How did she tell you that? Are you psychic?" Her voice carried the fear she was trying to suppress, wondering if he had heard all her wanton and desirous thoughts, and he laughed and answered.

            "No, when you kept trying to remove my clothes with your eyes," she wanted to smack his smirk away, as the deep blush spread across her face, but she held her hand still, absentmindedly massaging his shoulder again. "I caught her eye and she nodded." The confusion was plain on her face and he elaborated. "When I saw what was going on between you two, after the battle, I came up with a plan, and when I fed her, I whispered it into her ear." The brunette's eyebrows rose in surprise, realizing that was what he had been doing earlier. She smiled and clapped her hands though, wanting to lose the embarrassment of being caught checking him out, and she turned to the two pokemon.

            "Pikachu, we're going to have a friend, soon. You want to help me catch them?" He favored her with a small glance and turned away, as if she were that one person at a party he didn't want to talk to, but they were calling his name from across the room anyway. He waved his hand impatiently and started talking to the Bulbasaur again, and Yellow laughed, turning to the other teenager. "He'll be cool, I hope. So, where are you guys going?"

            Carlos smiled and pulled his badge case from his pocket, showing her the two badges, one a shiny, gray rock and the other a shining, blue teardrop. She gasped and leaned forward to inspect them. "Oh, my god! You caught a Boulder Badge and a Cascade Badge!" Carlos laughed, but she waved it off, wanting to know more. "So, how tough was Brock, and does he really never open his eyes? Do you think Pikachu and I have a chance at defeating him? Does Misty really battle in a steamed-up bathroom, wearing only a towel? Or was that just a promotion for the new movie, 'I know what you did last Sunkern'?"

            He held up his hands and she closed her mouth, her face turning red from her excitement. "First, Yellow, remember what I told you earlier? To breathe?" She nodded and he smiled, seeing her face growing redder. "Good, now do it." He smirked when she did just that, exhaling fast and taking a deep breath. When she was back to normal, he continued. "Second, to answer your original question, I'm going to see a friend in Glow Village." He stopped, his gray eyes moving in unconscious thought, and she knew he wanted to say more, but she didn't understand why he didn't just say it. Finally, when she was about to talk, he spoke. "Anyway, I though, since we're both going to Pewter City, do you want to travel with us? I'll help you catch a pokemon!"

            She thought about it, trying to push aside the images of them sharing a campsite every night, their pokemon and them participating in foursomes all the time, and she tried to recall where Glow Village was. Remembering it was called that because of the many phosphorescent moon stone shards that littered the hills and caves there, she knew it was right passed Mt. Moon. 'Yes, all the way there with a chance of fucking him and that cute Bulbasaur!' His repeated question, floating into her daydreaming mind from far away, finally brought her back, and she turned to his bright, uncertain smile, and blinked a few times, before answering him.

            "Um, sorry, I was just thinking. Uh, sure, if Pikachu doesn't mind." She turned to the two pokemon and walked over, catching the electric type's eye, as she bent down next to them. "Pikachu, Carlos wants to travel with us for a while. Do you have a problem with that?" The grin that stretched out his face made her laugh and she tried reaching a hand down to pat his fur, but he stepped back, a warning spark in his eyes. "Okay, no touching, but you want to walk with them?" His eager nod answered her and she stood back up, seeing Carlos drinking from his water bottle, and went to her backpack at the side of the path, swinging it over her shoulders.

            After he put the bottle back in his backpack's side pocket, he said, "Well, no use waiting for something to find us. Let's get going, and keep an eye out for what you want to catch." She did wait, but only for him to walk passed her, so she could check out his ass flexing in the black windbreaker pants with every step. She saw Pikachu and Orchid out front, almost looking as if they were leading them, and she cringed when she saw the Bulbasaur turn to her briefly and frown, but then she smiled and licked her lips, and Yellow blushed, feeling even more like this was the right decision, and followed them down the path.

            They were walking for twenty minutes when a white light burst behind them, and they all turned to it, the Latino's mouth turning up in a smile, and Pikachu 'chu'ed to Orchid, questioning what happened. A Weedle was behind them, its tail stinger raised and ready to do battle, and Yellow immediately went into a fighting stance, thinking it was like the rest of the bug types she and Pikachu had encountered all day. Carlos held a hand out to her, palm out, as a signal to 'stand down', and she settled, watching him go to the bug/poison type. "Hey, Hummer, I didn't mean for you to come out. I must've bumped your release."

            Yellow watched him pick it up and cradle it, letting it crawl all over his forearm and rest there, and she eyed the orangy-brown pokemon, as the trainer walked over to introduce them. She wasn't afraid or disgusted of bugs, like she'd heard the water type gym leader, Misty, was, but after battling a bunch of the hairy bug pokemon and its evolutions, she didn't really want anything to do with one. She was forced to though, when Carlos walked to her, hand held out to her, and showed her the Weedle leaning off the end of his fingers to inspect her. It eyed her, just like she was doing to it, and then hummed cutely. "Hummer, say, 'Hi', to Yellow." The pokemon did so in the same fashion, humming a quick note, and then it bowed its head to the girl.

            On top of battling various bug types all day, she'd seen some Weedle on T.V., and she'd never heard one hum like that. It sounded like it was trying to hum along to a happy, bouncy song it didn't know the words to, and it was incredibly cute. She grinned, bowing back, and when she looked, she noticed a thin scar running horizontally across its oval shaped, pink nose. Its black eyes squinted at her and she squinted back, but flinched when it lowered its head to attack her, ready to use Poison Sting. "Whoa, Hummer, she's not an opponent!" The bug/poison type merely bobbed its head in a shrug and curled back up around Carlos's forearm, like a wrist guard. Carlos crouched and set the pokemon down, and it went over towards Pikachu and Orchid, the electric type still regarding it with hesitance, remembering all the previous ones Yellow and he had encountered.

            As they watched their pokemon meeting each other, the Latino pulled off his green-and-yellow Arcanine-striped baseball cap and rubbed his forehead with the back of his forearm. Yellow wanted to run her fingers through his short, sweat-slicked, black hair, but had to pay attention when he put it back on and started talking. "Sorry about that, but he's really feisty and tries to fight anything he meets. That's actually what made me catch him. A Noctowl was attacking his hive and he had jumped at it and Stung it with all the Beedrill, but it beat him up too much. When Orchid and I helped them fight it off, he wanted to stick with us afterward to be stronger." She nodded, watching the Weedle hold himself higher to intimidate Pikachu, but Orchid said something and he fell back down and crawled away from them to chomp on a fern at the side of the path.

            "So, why does he hum? Normal Weedle don't do that."

            He nodded and pointed to his own nose. "When the Noctowl attacked, its talons scratched him. I sprayed him with a potion, but for some reason, it didn't heal it completely, and now it's scarred over. My Pokedex says there's nothing wrong with him, and I actually think it's cute. I also think, once he's evolved, it'll fake out his opponents, since they'll hear the humming and think he's hurt."

            Yellow agreed and nodded, as she watched the bug/poison type tear a bite from the leaf. Seeing the three pokemon standing around on the path, she was reminded about her dilemma. Pikachu had grown a little more comfortable with her, thanks to Carlos and Orchid being there, and he answered her small questions, like if he was hungry, but he still didn't listen to her when she wanted to actually talk. She started imagining what would happen when they found a pokemon he'd accept on their team, and her mind immediately saw him mounting a female right away, making her know exactly what her place on the team was.

            The thought sent her core to simmering, and she tried to rub her thighs together to alleviate the lust down there, but Hummer took that moment to scuttle over, and the two trainers looked down at him to see what it wanted, but it just stared back up at them. "Hummer, what do you want?" Carlos asked, his slightly exotic voice sounding exasperated. The bug/poison type pantomimed using Poison Sting, his head stinger glowing briefly, and both trainers recognized what that meant. "You want to battle?" The hairy bug pokemon nodded and Carlos smiled and turned to Yellow.

            "Hey, if it's cool, can we get off the path to find more wild pokemon? I want to train Hummer as much as I can before we leave Viridian. It wouldn't take more than a day." She nodded, inwardly gleeful about the added opportunity to seduce him, and they turned left, walking into the forest.

            As soon as they swept the large tree branches to the side and stepped onto the leafy forest floor, their foreheads were dotted with perspiration and Yellow was worried about Bug Bites again, knowing the mosquitoes come around whenever that happened. She started fanning herself, but Carlos reached into his backpack and pulled out a small spray can, 'Combee-Gone', and shook it and sprayed some over his body, and then held it out for her. She took it and did the same, making sure to rub it into her creamy legs, arms, and face.

            Handing the can back to Carlos, she saw him stretch his arm up, as they passed under a berry tree, and he plucked five Oran berries down, tossing one to each of the pokemon. He handed her one and put the spray away and said, "You know, you can probably find a new pokemon here. I don't know what you're looking for, but there's tons in the Viridian Forest.", and then he bit into his berry.

            The blue berry juice dripping from his lip made her want to kiss him again, but she sighed when his tongue flicked out and licked it up. "Yeah, I know, but I'm looking for something to take on Brock's rock types, and since most of those are part ground, too, I'd have to rely solely on whoever becomes my new friend." She was about to add more, about bug and flying types being the wrong choices, but he beat her to it.

            As he explained how the bug types were the best choice, since their evolutions learned useful attacks, she agreed and started thinking of what she'd look for. The bug/poison types wouldn't have very damaging attacks against rock types, so it would have to be something that could learn a powerful attack, at least effective against the gym leader's pokemon.

            "I think I'm going to search for a Caterpie or a Wurmple, because they evolve into something with Confusion." She beamed at him and he held up a finger, adding something, cementing her decision on the Wurmple.

            "And if Wurmple evolves into Beautifly, it learns Absorb, a grass type move that would be double super effective against a dual ground/rock type. And all the flying bugs would be able to dodge some of Brock's Geodude's attacks, and maybe some of his Onix's moves. He's not that tough, but by being careless, he could finish you in seconds-no problem."

            She bit her lip, worried over her gym battle for the first time, since she finally knew what to use, but he saw this and tapped her arm. "Hey, calm down, it's gonna be fine. If you have to, come ask for Orchid and she'll be happy to battle with you, provided we get something out of it." His smirk promised something different than what his eyes said, something more akin to the bedroom, and she knew she definitely made the right decision to travel with him.

            "Pika Pi!" They turned forward and saw their pokemon facing a Kakuna, the yellow cocoon pokemon hanging from the canopy on its String Shot. Orchid and Pikachu were both in front, with Hummer behind them, and when he squeezed in between them, it reminded Yellow of when the good guys on a Saturday morning cartoon would keep their secret weapon hidden until the last moment, and then they'd split apart and it would shine and look cool, right before it tore down the enemy. She giggled at that, seeing the Weedle standing in a similar heroic pose, eyeing the pokemon he'd evolve into, and she nearly burst into laughter when he started humming at it.

            "Bulbasaur?" The seed pokemon turned to her trainer to hear what to do, but Carlos couldn't keep a straight face either, and he was holding his palm to his mouth to keep from laughing, looking away into the forest, so he wouldn't be tempted to laugh.

            Not getting any battle orders, Orchid and Pikachu just watched Hummer put his head down and prepare a Poison Sting attack. It wasn't very effective, but it was all he had, and his stinger glowed white, right before he jumped forward, aiming for the Kakuna's belly. It hit, making the bug/poison evolution sway in the air, and Hummer landed behind it, turning back around to Sting again.

            Yellow finally turned to see the battle, her laughing under control, and she saw the Kakuna raise its poisonous barbs to defend itself, as it swayed in slow circles. Hummer leaned his head down and prepared again, trying to Poison Sting it, but one of the Kakuna's poison barbs got in the way and Stung him, and he fell, groaning.

            "Hummer, you alright?" Carlos asked, his voice still shaking with his mirth. Seeing the hairy bug pokemon getting up to fight again, he called out. "Alright, now use String Shot behind it!"

            "Carlos, are you one of those stupid trainers? The kind that says, 'Hi, shorts are comfy!', and then decides their Rattata should only use Tail Whip? Come on, String Shot's a useless move against a Kakuna." But as she said it, Hummer fired a thread of silk at his opponent, who didn't react to it, even as the white string flew passed it and stuck to a tree trunk.

            "Alright, Hummer, now hold on and start stepping back." He said, and Yellow saw the Weedle start moving backwards, taking small steps, and she was wondering if Carlos hoped the tree would be uprooted and fall on the Kakuna, but what happened surprised her.

            Seeing the taught silk was about to snap, Carlos yelled, "Jump up, now, and use Poison Sting!". Hummer pushed off the ground, the silk still in his jaws, and the string immediately started slinging him forwards, like a bungee cord bouncing back up. He bared his stinger and they watched it glow white, till it shined, making any rays of sunshine near them fade in comparison.

            The impact wasn't great, probably only enough to knock over a person, but they heard the 'Crack' sound of the poisonous horn hitting the thick Kakuna shell, not breaking it, but damaging it. Hummer ended up not letting go of the string, continuing his attack, and he pushed the cocoon pokemon backwards, sending it into the tree, where it stuck to the patch of silk. As the Weedle landed on the ground, Orchid and Pikachu both cheered, her vines and his arms waving in the air, and the Weedle hummed cutely.

            Carlos and Yellow walked over to the pokemon, the Weedle coming over and nuzzling into his ankle, and the Bulbasaur approached her trainer and teammate, smiling and hopping excitedly.

            As Yellow opened her mouth to congratulate Hummer, Pikachu walked over to her, rubbing the back of his neck and muttering, and she bent down to him. "Hey, Hummer did good, didn't he?" He nodded slightly, glancing to the Weedle, and then sparks popped from his cheeks, as he turned back to the sixteen year old, a determined look in his eyes. "Oh, you want to shock things?" She giggled, knowing that wasn't what he wanted, and he shook his head and mimed out a boxer, telling her he wanted to fight something.

            "Oh, okay, let's look for an opponent." She stood straight and talked to Carlos, who was giving a treat to the Weedle. "Hey, Carlos, we're going to fight the next one!" She couldn't hide the grin on her face, the excitement from Pikachu being nice again filling her with happiness, and the other trainer smiled too, nodding.

            "Alright, let's go!" They all started walking deeper, Hummer out in front, trying to intimidate the greenery, and Pikachu and Orchid were chatting right behind him. As Yellow walked, she felt her steps getting lighter, like the electric type being nicer to her was lifting her spirits, and she couldn't keep the bright grin off of her face.

            "Wow, you're really happy he started talking to you again." The Latino said, his gray eyes lighting up, and Yellow nodded, staring at them briefly. "Well, I'd probably not mention it to him, or he might go back to ignoring you." The brunette frowned slightly, not understanding, so the other teenager continued. "See, I don't think he really was all that mad at you, at least not when we met you, but he just didn't know how to admit he didn't have a problem anymore."

            As she was thinking on this, activity in the front of the group alerted them to the Cascoon falling from the forest ceiling on its String Shot. It was a faint purple color, with red eyes staring at them, and it had spiky limbs all over its round body. It looked dangerous, but Yellow knew it was as weak as the Kakuna, and it wasn't part poison type.

            Hummer tried to Sting the cocoon pokemon, but the Bulbasaur had used her vines to hold him back, as Pikachu glanced back to his trainer with a determined smile. "Alright, Pikachu, I want a Wurmple, so that one can just be knocked out." She said, shelving her thoughts for a moment and focusing on the now. "Use Quick Attack and jump on it, and then use Thunder Shock." He immediately raced to the hanging pokemon, the Cascoon's eyes widening in sudden fear, but then a strand of silk shot at the electric type's feet from the canopy, and he was tripped up, falling on his face, his cheeks splashing his built-up electricity around him.

            All five of them looked up, searching for what protected the Cascoon, and Orchid saw it first, pointing to the dark spot. A Wurmple was staring at them, as if it was waiting for them to move, and Yellow had an idea. Looking to the mouse pokemon and seeing he was free, she yelled, "Pikachu, use Thunder Shock, now!" He nodded and hopped, flipping backward, and landed a few feet away. A small bolt of lightning shot from his chest, aimed at the hanging target, but then a String Shot was fired again from the canopy, this time attaching to the Cascoon, and the bug type was pulled out of the way of the Thunder Shock at the last minute.

            "Pikachu! Pikachu!" As the mouse pokemon raised his paws to the trees, yelling at the Wurmple, Yellow smiled, knowing this was exactly the bug type she wanted. It was clever, with perfect timing, and it was protecting its friend, and those were what she wanted on her team. She pulled her backpack off and unzipped the front pocket, finding her Pokedex immediately, and she flipped the screen open.

            "Hi, Yellow, I am required to inform you of a new update from the manufacturer. Would you like to initiate now, or do you want reminded later?" The electronic voice asked and Yellow rolled her eyes, hating when it needed updates.

            "No, just tell me what that pokemon is." She pointed the scanner up, but it read Pikachu.

            "Pikachu, the mouse pokemon. Though not usually angry at trees, this one seems to be less than satisfactory with his forest experience." Yellow groaned and pointed the device higher, grinning despite her pokemon's still sputtering cheeks.

            The light-blue light flickered into the canopy and the screen lit up with a chime. "Wurmple, the worm pokemon. Often targeted by bird pokemon, it desperately defends itself with its tail spikes. This Wurmple is female and her ability is shield dust." The brunette looked to the electric type at that, seeing his ears perk up, before flattening back down in anger, and she smirked, knowing he was going to want to have sex with the bug type. She closed the red encyclopedia and held it in her hand, pointing to her pokemon with the other.

            "Pikachu, calm down..." He tried, his tail twitching less and less, and finally he breathed slowly, his ears rising from their flat position. "Great, now use Quick Attack to get up that tree. I want that Wurmple!" She pumped her fist in the air and he 'Chu'ed, racing to the tree and grasping the bark with his tiny claws, and he climbed up the trunk. As she watched the spot where the Wurmple was, she worried it was going to get away, but then a string of silk shot out, aiming for where Pikachu was going to step next, and she called out, "Stop!", and he did, his claws gripping tightly to keep from falling off. The silk spattered two inches above him and he darted around it, getting the idea to climb around the tree, and they lost sight of him for a moment.

            "What did he do?" Yellow wondered aloud, with Orchid muttering, too.

            "He went around the tree and ran up that side, to surprise the Wurmple." The raven-haired boy said, his green-and-yellow Arcanine-striped baseball cap in his hand, so he could watch the action.

            "Are you sure?" She asked, but as the words left her mouth, she saw he was right, and the canopy lit up with the bright yellow energy she'd become familiar with. "Pikachu, use Thunder Wave!" She yelled, remembering shield dust negated any added effect of an attack, but not when it was their only effect, like Thunder Wave's paralysis. The crackling electrical wave flashed and shook the leaves, the energy fading, but then they the worm pokemon fell between branches, straight for the ground.

            Pikachu tried to reach through them to grab her, but he was too slow, his tail latching around a twig to hold on, making him dangle, and Yellow dropped her Pokedex on her backpack and ran, holding out her arms, and she caught the bug type with a huff. The Wurmple was shaking with the faint static and murmuring weakly, looking defeated. "Hey, you alright, girl?" She murmured again and fainted, her head lolling to the side. Looking at her to check for wounds, Yellow admired how she was different than the Caterpie and Weedle of Viridian Forest. She was mostly red, with a creamy underside, and she had small, red bumps and spines along her back, with two yellow stingers on her tail and one on her forehead, with one red spine on top of her head.

            "Yellow, do you have a pokeball?" The Latino trainer asked, walking over to her with Hummer and Orchid.

            She was nodding when they heard the electric type's plea from the canopy. They looked up, seeing the mouse pokemon holding onto a branch with his tail, and he was trying to reach up and pull himself to safety, but he couldn't, and kept falling back to hanging upside-down. "Pikachu, drop down and I'll catch you!" The sixteen year old yelled, setting the Wurmple in the other trainer's arms. She spread her arms and nodded at Pikachu's apprehension, but then he blinked his eyes shut and fell, trusting her to catch him.

            He fell into soft arms, his face clutched into a warm, pleasant pair of C-cups, and he nuzzled into his trainer, feeling her lips kissing his forehead. "Hey, Pikachu, you alright?" She whispered into his ear and he nodded. She set him down, hugging him tightly once more, and turned to her backpack, which she left on the ground. She set the Pokedex aside and unzipped the front pocket, finding one of the minimized pokeballs, and she pulled it out and expanded it. She was about to tap it to the Wurmple's forehead, when the bug type stirred in Carlos's arms.

            "Wurm?" She stared at the pokeball, so close to her face, and she couldn't see anything passed it, but Yellow pulled it back, so they could see each other.

            "Hi, I think you're awesome! Do you want to come with me and Pikachu and be on our team?" As she said it, the mouse pokemon darted up the girl's leg, scratching her slightly, and up to her shoulder, where he stared at the Wurmple with a smile. He chatted to her and she giggled, her eyes weakly closing with amusement, and she nodded slowly, as if unsure.

            "Well, you don't have to, if you don't want to." The worm pokemon leaned to the side slightly, staring at the Cascoon it had saved, and Yellow understood. "Oh, we won't touch your friend, if that's what you're worried about." At the responding smile and coo, Yellow raised the pokeball again, but the Wurmple decided to hurry up, and she jumped from Carlos's arms and pressed the button, getting engulfed in red energy and pulled inside.

            "Alright, you caught her!" Carlos said, as he watched Yellow's pokeball shake a few times and then finally click, telling them she was Yellow's.

            She held up the ball, a ray of sunlight shining through the canopy and glinting off the red surface, and she yelled, "I did it! I did it! I caught a pokemon!", while dancing around and hopping about. She bent down to her starter and grinned. "Pikachu, thanks so much for helping out. We got a new friend!" She said and Pikachu laughed and started dancing with her.

            "Alright, Spaz, would you like to name your Wurmple? Might I suggest, 'Thingy'?" The red machine on the ground said, and she got mad, letting go of Pikachu's paw, and she stomped to the Pokedex and flipped it open, glaring at the screen.

            "No, you may not suggest that name. I think I'll call her... Clover!" She held the pokeball towards the sky and Carlos and Orchid looked at each other, murmuring.

            "But Yellow, why 'Clover'? Wouldn't that be the name of a grass type?"

            "Well, sure, but it's pretty... and besides, doesn't she just look like a 'Clover'?" She said, holding the ball into the air again.

            He didn't answer, staring at the pokeball with a questioning gaze, and she sighed and said, "Whatever, let's just go, and remind Hummer not to attack the Cascoon.".

            She slipped Clover's pokeball and her Pokedex into the backpack, zipped it up, and swung it onto her shoulders. They started walking, and Orchid had to use her vines to restrain the Weedle from attacking the hanging Cascoon, its eyes widening in fear again. She ended up dragging the humming bug/poison type behind her, with Yellow and Carlos leading the way and Pikachu in front of her, glancing back to the two pokemon every now and then. With their spirits restored, a new friend on their team, and new traveling companions, Yellow and Pikachu made their way out of Viridian Forest, and to their future.

And then there were six...

Author Notes Strikes Back: How was that? What's going to happen next? Will Hummer double battle with Clover? Will Yellow and Carlos meet a guy? Will there be sex? Nobody knows, because it's not written yet, but those are the general goals of the next chapter.

I know it was long, but there was story in there, and I wanted to give some POV from Pikachu. I also wanted the fulltime partner to be introduced as likable, with some qualities that Yellow finds attractive, and they also wouldn't have sex right away. Don't worry, they will be having sex in the next chapter. It's also going to be that way when I introduce Miranda Fossil, their other traveling partner, a few chapters from now.

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