Kanto Ep. 03

Disclaimer: All humans depicted having sex are over the age of consent. This story is centered around the story from Pokemon Fire Red, using the mechanics of Pokegirls. Sex with anthropomorphic monstergirls.

I suppose it needs stating that I don't own Pokemon, nor do I own the concept of Pokegirls.

Also, big thanks to DickMarks for beta-read and editing. Go read his stuff, it's pretty darn good.

******

"I yield."

Misty looked at me consideringly. "I see two more Pokeballs on your belt, Tamer," she observed.

I shook my head. "I'm not subjecting my others to this. Better to yield now." While the balls had a safety function to retrieve their occupants should they become too injured to continue fighting, it wasn't perfect. There was an entire tower in Lavender Town filled with the graves of Tamed Pokemon that had died in battle. No way was I going to chance that Water Pulse killing Pebbles or Blaze.

I gazed over the pool, the still water somewhat comforting. "You know, I thought for a little bit there that I'd get further than Cerulean City."

Misty cocked her head at me. "So go train your Pokemon to higher strength levels, and come try again," she advised.

I looked at her like she was crazy. "By then your Pokeboys will be that much stronger, too. I don't see it turning out any differently."

Misty laughed, genuinely amused. She recalled her Starmie back into his ball and hopped down from the diving block. "These aren't my Pokemon, Tamer. These are the Gym's."

"Travis, my name is Travis," I insisted. "What am I not understanding here?"

"League rules state that the Cerulean Gym will field a level eighteen Staryu and a level twenty-one Starmie. The League really has to teach you new Tamers how this all works. The point of needing to battle here isn't for me to crush everyone who comes along, it's actually a check on your team's strength. If you can beat these two boys, you shouldn't fall before you get to the next Gym."

That odd question I'd had circling my mind ever since the Pewter City Gym was finally put to rest. I'd wondered why Brock had only two relatively weak Pokemon. I'd also wondered why he wasn't upset over losing to me. In fact, his inscrutable face actually showed a hint of being pleased that I'd won.

Now it made sense. Of course he was happy I'd won. It meant that I could continue on the journey. Of course all he had to fight with were a weak Geodame and Onix, the Pokemon League decreed it to be so.

Blaze's previous Tamer... There was no way he'd gotten past Brock with only a single Charmander. Even if she was level thirteen at that point, which I doubted, it just wasn't doable. Without earning the Boulder Badge, he went through to Mt. Moon anyway, and perished. The purpose of the League Gyms as a strength check made a lot of sense.

Too bad no one told any of us. Especially that poor, decayed Tamer in the depths of Mt. Moon.

There was only one problem now. "I can't get back into Mt. Moon to train my team. Any suggestions?"

She smiled brightly at me, and stretched her arms over her head in a really distracting way. "North. Follow the path north, then east, and you'll find Central Storage. You should go there anyway, and set up a storage account. There's wild Pokemon between here and there, and... two Pidgeys, one stone, ya know?"

I perked up. All was not lost. I now had a plan, and I had as many chances as I needed to get this badge. "Thank you so much, Misty. Really."

I turned to leave, when I happened to glance down at Bubbles's ball on the front of my belt. Turning back to the Cerulean Gym Leader, I sheepishly asked, "Do you think it would be alright if I let Bubbles play in the pool for a little bit after I get her healed again?"

She blinked, and looked at me closer, like she was finally seeing me as something other than a faceless Tamer. "You named your Pokegirls, and you want to let one... play... in this pool?"

I cringed a little. I wasn't really ashamed about how much affection I held towards my team, but that didn't mean that I wanted to bear the ridicule from other Tamers over it, either. "Yeah, I mean, if that's okay? If that's no good it's not a big deal or anything."

Misty nodded consideringly, still looking at me with that odd expression. "Yeah, you can let your Wartortle play in the water, as long as she's far away from where I or my assistants are battling. You said your name was Travis, right? Staying at the Center here in town?"

"Uh, Yeah?"

Misty nodded. "Good luck, Tamer," she dismissed me politely.

I wandered back to the Pokecenter, healing my team up, then heading straight to my room to double check that both Bubbles and Sparky still lived. I held the both of them long enough that even they became concerned.

After that, I went directly back to the Gym, Bubbles at my side. We walked along the wall to the left of the entrance, and I sat myself down in the corner. "Go ahead, Bubbles. Stay away from the others, but you can play."

My Wartortle's face lit up with such joy that it actually made my eyes water a little. Which no one noticed, as Bubbles jumped into the water with a splash large enough that she soaked me from head to toe.

I blinked the cool water out of my eyes, shocked, and then started laughing despite my mood. By the time I'd gotten control of myself, nearly everyone in the Gym was staring.

Tuning them out, I focused on Bubbles and tried very hard to not slip into a brood over my failure.

I was willing to bet Gary and his Bulbasaur waltzed right through this Gym. It was hard to not measure myself against him. Not only had we started at the same time, but he kept challenging me to battles. I was worried that he'd get so far ahead of me now that the next time he jumped out of nowhere his Pokegirls would crush my team. I'd lucked out in our first battle by virtue of Gary trying to be fancy, and lucked out in the second by paralyzing his Bulbasaur. I couldn't count on luck to win a third time.

Even with those worries of falling behind plaguing me, I really thought I needed a day to take a break. Just to take some time, find my center again. Well, to tell the truth, my Pokegirls would likely rather be fighting whatever feral Pokemon we'd find to the north than taking a day off. Even as happy as Bubbles was, motoring around beneath the surface of the pool, she'd enjoy battling even more.

I wasn't wired that way. I needed a day off. Just one.

******

I barely refrained from pressing my face against the large glass window of the bike shop and drooling like I was still eight years old.

Hundreds of years ago, people used to have vehicles called auto... something-or-others. They moved around by exploding a liquid inside of them, if you can believe that! Loud as you can imagine, they attracted every feral Pokemon for miles around, and their use was abandoned.

What we had nowadays were bicycles. Quiet, innocuous bicycles. Using an ingenious combination of auto-gearing and the same size-reduction tech found in Pokeballs, they could collapse down into a capsule even smaller than a Pokedex. Accordingly, they were so very expensive that only the richest could afford one. The one I had my eye on had a price tag of one million credits.

A million! I had a little over four-hundred credits to my name at the moment.

Glancing over, Sparky looked bored out of her mind. Bored enough that her ever-present cheerful attitude was beginning to fade.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry I made you stand here while I dreamed the impossible dream. Let's go get lunch," I suggested.

Walking up to the reception desk at the Center, I made to order us all something to eat. I didn't get that far.

"Travis of Pallet?" the attendant confirmed my identity. "A transmission from the League came in concerning you. You are to contact them at the earliest convenience."

I blew out a calming breath and walked over to the video conference station she'd pointed at. Settling into the chair, I plugged my Pokedex into the terminal and sent the vid-link request.

I glanced at Sparky, and briefly thought about pulling her down onto my lap for some moral support. Eventually deciding against it, I instead ran my hand down her narrow back slowly and repeatedly, more-or-less petting her and making her purr and shiver a little.

I waited for only a few minutes before the terminal screen flashed, and the image of a woman was looking back at me.

She was ancient, white-haired and wrinkled, and absolutely spooky looking. "Greetings, Travis of Pallet. My name is Agatha of the Elite Four."

I was suddenly very glad I didn't set my Pikachu in my lap. The Elite Four were in charge of the Pokemon League for the entire Kanto region, the de facto ruling body. Meeting one of them, even over a vid-link, with my Pokegirl on my lap would have been mortifying.

"Uh, hi. It's nice to meet you?" I tried.

She smiled slightly, which actually made her look even creepier. "You discovered two fallen Tamers. I'd like you to tell me about it."

I blew out a steadying breath. "Okay. Um, it was in Mt. Moon. The northwest corner of the first level, there's a ladder down to a tunnel, and at the other end of the tunnel is another ladder down. Both the bodies are in the room there."

"From what I could gather, one Tamer died down there, and he only had a Charmander. That Pokegirl was released when her ball ran out of power, and she survived. She's the one who killed the other Tamer. Uh, she was level thirteen when I came across her."

Agatha looked up from where she was taking notes. "Why do you think this Charmander killed the second Tamer?"

"His... The body was covered in burns, and as far as I know there aren't any Fire-Types native to Mt. Moon."

She nodded. "The threat has been neutralized?"

"Yeah. I mean, yes ma'am. I, uh, captured her?"

"Good work, Travis of Pallet. Well done indeed. Time of death on both of the Pokedexs place you far away when they died, in fact you haven't even been Taming for as long as it's been since the first had fallen. There is no suspicion towards you, so don't concern yourself about that."

I broke out in a cold sweat. The thought hadn't even occurred to me until just then, that I could be suspected in the deaths of any fallen Tamers I had found.

Agatha gave me that same creepy small smile again. "There will be a commendation in your file for this. Keep up the good work, Tamer, and I wish you luck in your journey."

"Oh. Uh, thank you?"

Signing out of the Terminal, I removed my Pokedex. I needed comfort after that. Not only for what felt like a near-miss on murder charges, but for facing the scariest woman I'd ever seen.

She was spooky, yes, but she seemed even older than Professor Oak yet still fielded a full team. Was it that much easier for a woman to keep her Pokemon Tame when age began to catch up? Or was there just something wrong with Oak, that he couldn't keep his team Tame and had to give them away? I doubted I'd ever get an answer there.

As far as comfort went, though, I had a Pokegirl who loved to cuddle... and three more who would indulge me anyway.

******

Bright and early the next day, I left the Cerulean Pokecenter, heading Northward. At my side was Sparky, an extra spring in her step from her morning Taming.

Maybe I had a little extra spring in my step too.

Cerulean City had a river that ran West to East, cutting across its northern border, with a narrow land-bridge the only way to cross it.

I was distracted by watching Sparky's pert tits bounce with her gait, so I missed seeing him coming towards me over that bridge until he shouted.

"Thumb-sucker!"

I looked forward and barely held in a curse. "Gary."

"I'm ready for you this time. Go, Pidgeotto!" From the ball in his hand, his Pokegirl materialized.

His Flying-Type Pokemon was taller now after evolving, the downy grey feathers that used to be on her body replaced by short yellow ones. The red feathers on her scalp had grown longer, limply hanging to the sides of her head simulating hair, and her tail feathers were a mix of red and gold now. Her large breasts had grown even bigger, the big muscles required to flap her wings beneath them making them stick out even further yet.

It was like he didn't even care that I had a Pikachu right next to me. Like he didn't learn from the last time these two faced off at all. He actually boasted about being ready for me? "You're an idiot, Gary," I sighed. "Sparky, Thundershock!"

Sparky fell forward onto her hands, electricity jolting from the red circles on her cheeks. That electricity traveled the length of her body, gaining in power, before racing the jagged bends of her tail as it pointed at the Pidgeotto over her head.

The Pidgeotto never stood a chance.

One super-effective electric attack from my Pikachu, and the bird-girl was returning to her ball before she had a chance to do anything at all, unable to fight any longer.

Gary snarled, switched balls, and sent out a Rattata.

Purple-furred with large, round ears on the top of her head and two enormous yellowing front teeth, she had almost nothing for tits and almost nothing for ass. Just a skinny, bony body from the top of her head to the tip of her long, prehensile tail. Greasy, with somewhat matted fur, she was just... gross.

It took everything I had in me to keep my mouth shut and not taunt him over Taming a Rattata of all things. Instead, I switched out Sparky for Pebbles.

Gary commanded his Rattata to tackle, and she slammed into my Geodame, for all the good that did. Pebbles's health bar barely dropped. I had Pebbles use her Rock Throw, not wanting to get any more of that Rat-girl's grease on my Pokemon than I had to.

Ever try to bathe a Geodame with water? It's not easy, I'll tell you that much.

When the Rattata went down, Gary sent out his Bulbasaur. I sent out Blaze.

The moment Gary laid eyes on my Charmander for the first time would forever be burned into my memory. His face paled past the point that I thought was humanly possible, and he actually stuttered out his command. "V-vine whip!"

The Bulbasaur spun in a rapid pirouette, a vine extending from the base of the flower bulb on her back to slice across my Charmander's skin for very little damage.

"Blaze, Ember," I directed calmly.

Flicking a spurt of flame from the tip of her tail, Blaze caused the other monster-girl to howl in pain. Two more Embers, and the Bulbasaur went down.

Gary switched to the last ball on his belt, and sent out an Abra.

Tiny, maybe three feet tall with pointed ears and a long snout, the Abra had shiny, smooth yellow skin and short, thick limbs that somehow made me think of the term 'baby fat'. Even her tail was short, thick, and chubby.

The appearance of the Psychic Pokemon gave me pause. I had assumed that Gary had a Blood Gift for Plant-Types, or perhaps even both Plant and Fire, given his choices of starters from Oak. Taming either a Pidgey or a Rattata would require no special Blood Gifts.

This Abra, though... I was beginning to suspect that Gary had a Blood Gift similar to mine, in that he was completely unrestricted in his choice of Pokegirls for his team. Oak had told me he fielded a diverse team way back when... It was entirely possible, likely even, that Gary had inherited Oak's Blood Gift.

I switched out Blaze for Bubbles, wanting my Wartortle to have some of the fun as well. The Abra could do nothing but try and teleport, which only caused her to flicker for an instant as she really had nowhere to go.

Distractedly, I urged Bubbles to just keep tackling the little Abra. If Gary had a universal Blood Gift, then he was only going to get more effective, more dangerous as time went on. I was going to have to very carefully fill the last two slots on my team, not only to handle the multiple types of ferals I would come across as I journeyed, but to counteract Gary's team as it gained in power and diversity.

One final tackle, and the Abra digitized into blue energy, returning to the ball held in Gary's listless hand. Without a single word, not even a taunt, Gary stalked past me, nearly incoherent in rage and humiliation, to the Pokecenter.

Smirking, I did an about-face and followed him at a leisurely pace to heal my own team. While Future-Gary might be a problem, Present-Gary wouldn't be a hassle. Present-Gary was still reeling from Past-Gary having my foot shoved so far up his ass that he was going to be picking bits of shoelace from his teeth.

******

Once I had my team healed back up, I made a second attempt to cross the bridge to the north. In the time I was at the Pokecenter, though, a group of Tamers had set themselves up there.

"Hi!" the first greeted me cheerfully, peeking out from beneath a wide-brimmed white hat. "We're running a contest! If you can defeat all five of us, you earn a reward!"

Shrugging, I agreed. "Sure, I guess." I didn't have to look at Sparky to see if she wanted to fight. The only time Pokegirls didn't want to battle was when they were getting Tamed.

The Tamer released a Caterpie, much stronger than the ones I had encountered in Viridian Forest.

I switched out Sparky for Blaze. Back in Viridian, I had to make do with Sparky and Bubbles, but they weren't really suited for fighting Bug types. Blaze, though, she would chew up a Bug type and spit it out.

Blaze took the tackle from the multi-breasted Caterpie, and responded with an Ember at my direction. The Caterpie returned to her Tamer's ball before she even fell to the ground.

Next up was a Wheedle. Similar to a Caterpie, she was pure orange in color with no arms or legs, also having multiple pairs of pert, round tits running down her body that she used for locomotion. They moved on their own, dark purple nipples tracing circular motions in the air. Smaller, beady black eyes with a large, bulbous purple nose and a tiny mouth, she was completely bald with a big white spike growing out of the very top of her head.

While the Caterpie got the jump on Blaze on account of my having to switch my girls around, the Wheedle didn't have that advantage.

"Blaze, Ember!"

The Tamer had a Metapod and a Kakuna as well, and Blaze took them down just as easily, her fire attack wiping the floor with both of them.

Once the Kakuna had fallen, the Tamer in the white hat smiled at me. "Good jo- whoa!"

Blaze had bent over, and luminous-white amorphous patches were moving across her flesh, like there were incredibly hot spots creeping around just beneath her skin. The patches got bigger as they moved in random directions, picking up speed and Blaze bent over further, the hot patches merging until she was completely white.

I stepped back as the heat she was putting out made me feel like I was standing right next to a bonfire, so intense it warped the air around her.

Shielding my eyes from the glare with an open hand, I squinted and tried to watch her evolve. Like Bubbles, Blaze seemed to pulse just a little bigger with the rhythm of her heartbeat, but that was all I could make out until the heat and light died down.

Blaze stood back up to her new, full height, now an inch or two taller than my Wartortle's six-foot frame. Her breasts had grown proportionately with her size increase, and her hips and ass had gotten even bigger. Her tail was longer now, the fire burning at its tip bigger and more powerful.

Her hair, always in motion and dancing like a candle flame, was angled somewhat backward, and through the shifting strands of orange-red hair I could see that the back of her head had a nearly pointed growth, like a singular, stubby horn covered in her red skin.

Blaze's claws on both her hands and feet were longer and wider at their bases, and her neck was longer, but she hadn't gone through as radical of a transformation as Bubbles did when she evolved. Blaze, for the most part, had really just gotten bigger with more extreme curves.