This series is intended to be six parts long, reflecting the maximum number of Pokemon a trainer can carry. This first chapter will be somewhat longer as it needs to set up the scenario/situation before getting to the fucking.
Be warned, this chapter and all subsequent chapters contain hardcore Pokemon on human action, if you don't like that, then please go elsewhere. Your pointlessly negative comments are not needed, just let people enjoy whatever turns them on.
As always, constructive feedback is very much welcome.
The Making of a PokeSlut -- Chapter 1
HOUNDOOM
"And don't come back until you learn some manners!"
"Screw you!" I shouted back, slamming the front door of my families farmhouse.
My name is Cassandra Skye, but everyone calls me Cassie or Cass for short. Only my parents call me by my full name, who I just had a massive fight with.
You see, I want to be a trainer, a Pokemon trainer to be precise. I grew up watching all sorts of skilled and amazing trainers battling on TV and knew from an early age that I wanted to do the same.
Unfortunately, my parents did not feel the same way.
"It's dangerous Cassandra, you could get hurt."
"You don't know anything about being a trainer!"
"Why don't you just stay on the farm with us?"
God they were so annoying. What sort of 18 year old wanted to stay on the family farm and not go off on an adventure? Not this one.
I had just finished getting changed and packing my rucksack when my dad caught me trying to sneak out.
"Where the hell are you going young lady?"
"I'm going to be a trainer, and you can't stop me!"
It only got worse from there. We argued, we shouted, my mum got involved and then everyone was arguing and shouting at everyone else.
I may have said some things that with hindsight I probably regret, but isn't that always the way with teenagers?
So here I am, walking down the dirt road away from the family farm, with a hundred poke dollars to my name and a heart full of optimism. I was going to become a Pokemon trainer!
Of course there was just one problem, I didn't really know how to catch Pokemon, train them or look after them at all. All the Miltank we had on the farm were pre-trained and shipped in from out of town. They were free range and we didn't use them for battling, just for the milk.
"How hard can it be?" I muttered to myself as I walked along. I had seen little kids battling Pokemon, so anyone could do it right?
I stopped by a small creek on the edge of our farm land to fill up my water bottle, catch my breath and take stock of my supplies.
I set down my pack and double checked its contents. I had a few sets of clothes, (mostly denim hot pants and crop tops that I styled after my idol, Hilda), food for a couple of days, some basic toiletries and two poke balls that I had secretly saved up for and bought when we last took a trip into town for farm equipment.
Happy that I hadn't forgotten anything, I filled my bottle in the cool water and took a look at my reflection in it's surface.
I stand at 5' 5" and have long flowing chestnut hair that just reaches my butt. I've been told I'm classically pretty and have a sweet, girl next door vibe with a button nose, dark blue eyes and soft, plump lips. I have nice lean legs and a perky little ass that juts out deliciously (one of the main reasons I love hot pants).
My best feature though, is my tits. I have mockingly been compared to the Miltanks on my farm in the past, and since my massive tits only just seemed to have stopped growing, peaking at a generous H-cup, it's no wonder why. Abnormally for their size, they sit high and proud on my small frame and are capped with fat, sensitive nipples that I swear are perpetually hard.
Finding a bra that fits has always been a nightmare, so I just stopped wearing the damn things. That's why a generous portion of tit flesh can be seen sticking out the top and bottom of the little shirt I'm wearing. Oh well...
I slung my pack back on and continued on my way.
My vague idea of a plan was to catch one of the low level wild Pokemon in the tall grass between my farm and the nearest city, Olivine, which was about a half a days walk away.
Then to practice battling at the trainer school there before setting out for my first gym badge and beyond.
As I walked, I noticed a rustling in the tall grass nearby. I grabbed one my poke balls and snuck forward.
This is it I thought to myself, my first day as a Pokemon trainer.
I crept forward, and was startled as a Pidgey burst out of the grass right in front of me. Reacting on instinct, I threw my poke ball as hard as I could and watched as it soared through the air, catching the Pidgey on its wing.
"Gotcha!" I shouted. Nothing happened.
The ball dropped to the floor, and the Pidgey looked pissed.
"Oh Crap."
The Pidgey flew at me, pecking and scratching. I tried to cover my face so it attacked my arms. I swung round wildly, trying to bat it away. I caught it with the back of my hand and it stopped, squawked loudly at me, then flew away.
I collected my poke ball from the ground, determined to try again.
That was how my day went. I was scratched by a Meowth, bitten by a Rattata, and a Caterpie shot its webbing all over me from a tree. I didn't manage to catch a single one.
"Aaaah, this is stupid!" I shouted, despairing over my lack of success and unsuccessfully trying to get web out of my hair.
Why is this not working? I wondered.
I had tried everything I could think of and had absolutely no success. Was their no way to catch a wild Pokemon without a Pokemon of your own to battle it? If so, that was some catch 22 bullshit right there.
The sun was beginning to set and I knew I wanted to reach the city before nightfall so I could rent a room and get cleaned up. I trudged on, disheartened but still determined.
Once I reached the city a couple of hours later, I used some of my money to rent a cheap room in a motel and got myself cleaned up in its tiny shower. I sat on the bed in nothing but a towel, trying to come up with a plan.
An idea hit me. "The trainer school! Of course..."
Cassie you idiot, why didn't you think of this earlier instead of wasting all that time getting attacked in the wilderness?
I could go to the school when it opens in the morning and they could surely give me some advice on how to catch my first Pokemon. With that plan in mind, I drifted contentedly to sleep.
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The next morning I arrived at the school bright and early, ready to learn. I was stopped at the door by a big guy in a black jacket that read "SECURITY". I tried to walk nonchalantly past him and was stopped by a big arm crossing my path.
"Sorry Miss, only registered trainers can enter the school" he said in a low rumbling voice.
"Do you have your trainer ID?"
"My what?"
"All trainers are issued an ID card along with their Pokedex. You can't enter the school without proof of ID."
"I don't have one."
"Then I'm afraid I can't let you in."
"But I want to learn how to become a trainer. Please."
"Sorry Miss, I don't make the rules."
"This is bullshit! How am I supposed to learn if you don't let me inside?"
He simply shrugged and turned away from me. What a dick.
I stomped away angrily up the street, planning to go to city hall and see about getting a trainer ID when I decided to give him a piece of my mind. I spun around without looking and crashed straight into another person. A tall thin man wearing a lab coat.
"Hey! Watch it!"
"I'm so sorry. I... hey wait, are you a Pokemon Professor?"
"Yes I am. Professor Shagbark, pleased to meet you."
The expression on my face probably said everything I needed to without speaking.
He sighed, and then began explaining as I'm sure he had a thousand times before.
"It's a real tree okay. Look it up. Every Professor has to be named after a bloody tree for some reason and there are only so many trees and many more Professors."
"Some of us weren't as lucky as others."
"Stupid dickhead Oak was having a real laugh when he came up with this one" he mumbled to himself.
"Okaaay..."
"Anyway, If you're a Professor, you can help me." I smiled brightly.
