Disclaimer:
I don't own Pokemon. I don't own any of the Pokemon used in this story. I request all future fan-game makers to please ask me for permission before using any of the new attacks that I might have created. Will give due credits at the end of each chapter to the artists of the Fakemon that I might use here. I think it's allowed, because I'm not making money from their work, am I? ;)
Note from the author: I'll be using mostly Japanese names, so bear with me! Most of the characters are originals of mine with brand new names. At the end of the chapter I'll be giving a glossary with the definitions of all the Japanese words and phrases I might use. It's a necessity: after all, Pokemon is an anime!
BTW, do you think Pokemon having privates is legit? X_X
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Ch 1 -Starting with a New Pokemon!
"Huff...huff..." I panted, cycling up the hill. "Why the hell did the Professor have to build his lab on the top of a hill?"
After another stressful ten minutes, I parked my bike in front of the lab and rested my hands on my knees, gasping.
Hyperventilating would be a more appropriate description, however. I'd spent ten years going up and down that slope and it never seemed to get easier.
The large door to the lab opened and a tall brown-haired lady, the professor of our town, stepped out. "Well, if it isn't Natsumi-chan! You're early!"
"Professor," I said in between breaths. "How about using a Graveler to make the slope less steep?"
"Nope," she grinned. "It's fun to see you completely drenched in sweat by the time you reach the top. And you always wear brightly colored clothes, so your brassieres are clearly visible under your top!"
"Pervert," I grunted. "Do you ever think about anything apart from girls and their lingerie?"
"Of course not!" she exclaimed, feigning shock. "I spend at least ten minutes adoring myself in the mirror every morning!"
I rolled my eyes. Professor Mimi was a nice person, but a thrice-blasted lesbian. And she'd had a number of girlfriends across the last six of her twenty-four years.
Not that her figure wasn't pleasing...
"But come in! Do come in!" she gestured. "Do you want a shower?"
"No," I muttered gruffly. It was more than likely that she would have placed at least three cameras in there.
"A pity," she grinned, and my suspicions were confirmed. "So, you'll be making your choice right away?"
I nodded. Turning eighteen was the best thing that could happen to you for a multitude of reasons.
1. You became an official adult.
2. You could get your own driving license.
3. You were of the legal age for becoming a Pokemon Trainer.
The Professor led me to a table with twenty-four Pokeballs on it. I knew exactly which Pokemon I was going to pick - I'd spent two whole weeks contemplating.
After two seconds, I grabbed the first Pokeball in the sixth row and exclaimed, "I choose you, Fennekin!"
An orange-and-red fennec fox with a paintbrush tail emerged from the Pokeball and landed on my head.
"Fennekin!" the Professor applauded. "Oh, goody! Now that you've chosen your starter, we can finally introduce you to official battles!"
She took out a Pokeball from her pocket and continued, "When a trainer wins a battle, the loser is supposed to hand over prize money. But you can also bet items along with the cash. However, there's a reason you aren't allowed to become a trainer until you become eighteen."
She came closer and her voice became quiet. "Before a battle begins, one of the trainers may request for an XE battle. It's actually 'sex' but the adults needed a milder way to put it across to kids. It's dangerous for girls who have never had sex before."
That didn't matter. I'd already lost my virginity to my best-friend-boyfriend the night of my eighteenth birthday. He confessed to me, I pushed him onto my bed, and he fucked me all night.
He'd already set off on his journey a few weeks ago, and that was one of the reasons I was eager to get going too.
"Now, in an XE battle, the winner can make the loser do anything, sexual or not. And when a Pokemon of yours faints, you have to strip down by any number of clothing materials that you and your opponent decide on, depending on the number of Pokemon."
That didn't fare well with me, though: I could already imagine how many people would end up declaring these 'XE battles'. Even under all modesty, I did have a pleasing figure that could have boys on all fours, begging for me.
"Once you're completely stripped, if that ever happens," she continued, "if another Pokemon faints, the opponent can have you do something sexual to yourself."
Oh, fuck. This game just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
She whispered, "That's why girls are discouraged from becoming Pokemon trainers."
I chuckled. "People are gonna have to be good if they want to see me naked."
"Alright. Let's battle then. XE style," the Professor walked to a wall and pressed a button. The bookshelves turned and attached themselves to a wall, and the floor in the center parted, after which a battlefield rose.
"The Garden Grounds," I smirked. "Perfect."
Professor Mimi clapped her hands in glee. "I'm finally going to get my hands on you, Natsumi-chan!"
