Adventures in Hoenn: A Life-Changing Journey for Ash
By: DarkSorcerer888
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This is an AU of Ash's Hoenn adventure using a "what if" scenario. What if Ash finds a companion in Hoenn who becomes a more loyal partner than even Pikachu? What if this companion is female and final evolves into the poképhile's ultimate wet dream? For the sake of keeping a little mystery, all I will tell you is that this is a new take on a poképhilia trope that is quite common. I still doubt that any member of this fandom did not figure it out from the last two sentences, but I still choose to brlieve that I've kept a bit of mystery for some of you. The identity of Ash's new companion will not be revealed in this chapter, so please PM me with your guesses. If you like this fic, please leave a review, add it to your favorites and/or alerts, and tell all your friends about it.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pokémon or any of it's characters. Pokémon is owned by Nintendo and Gamefreak. I only own my plot and any OC that I choose to insert into the storyline (unless I say otherwise). This is fairly obvious as this is a fanfiction site, so I usually would not leave a disclaimer, but I might as well cover my ass anyway.
WARNING:
This fic is rated M for a good reason. There will be mature topics and curse words, as well as mild sexual content in later chapters. If you do not like such things, please click the back button on your phone app or browser and find something else to please. Thank you.
Summary:
Just a day into his journey in the Hoenn region, Ash comes across a strange female Psychic type native to said region, He successfully catches her with the help of his buddy, Pikachu. Later, he uses his new psychic type against a wild Poochyena, using the disadvantage to test her power. She impresses him by defeating the dark type, who becomes Ash's second catch in Hoenn. Having never had a female psychic-type pokémon, Ash is not even close to prepared for what his new parner had in store for him.
Chapter One: Ash Makes a New Friend
Having walked thru Hoenn for almost a day, Ash was tired and sweaty. He was about to csll it s day and set up camp, when he heard the cry of a pokémon that was unfamiliar to him. He soon found himself unable to move. A psychic-type, he realized. "Pikachu, use thunderbolt!" he ordered. Pikachu complied, sending a bolt of concentrated lightning energy at the strange pokémon, causing massive damage. "All right, Pikachu!"
"Pikaaaaa!" exclaimed the yellow mouse pokémon, while the strange psychic pokémon mosned in pain. Ash withdrew a luxury ball, one of five that Professor Oak had gifted him from the shipment that Ash had been sent to the Pokémon Center in Virridian City to pick up for said Professor upon his return to Pallet Town from Johto.
"Luxury Ball, go!" Ash threw the premium ball with his practiced throw from just over two years of being a pokémon trainer. The strange pokémon was enveloped in a red light before being sucked into the Luxury Ball. One, two, three wobles... click! The capture was successful. "I just caught a strange pokémon!" exclaimed Ash while striking his signature victory pose that was reminiscent of a touchdown dance. "Now I really need to get to Littleroot town where Professor Birch is waiting!" Ash had arrived in the Hoenn region at the docks in Slateport City and had taken a taxi to Petalburg, which had been as far as the taxi driver would take him. He had been nearly to Odale Town after a day's walk from Petalburg when he had come across this strange pokémon that he just caught.
Pikachu returned to his place on Ash's shoulder, and the raven-haired trainer walked the rest of the way to Odale Town, by which time it had long since gotten dark out.
Ash got a room at the Pokémon Center in Odale after handing his new pokémon to Nurse Joy for her to treat her injuries. Ash and Pikachu quickly fell asleep.
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Jessie and James had just arrived in the Hoenn Region at the docks of Slateport City.
"Come on, we're late," complained Jessie to James as they got off the ferry. "The twerp is probably way ahead of us by now!"
"It was you who insisted on taking forever to get ready," James shot back, annoyed at his partner. "We are Team Rocket agents, not the fashion police!"
"Yes, well, that's not the point!" said Jessie. "Let's just track down the twerp. We'll head to Littleroot Town, where Hoenn's Professor Birch is. The twerp has to be headed there; he's a pokédex user, after all."
"Jessie's right," interjected Meowth, who had just came off the ferry behind them. "The twerp's always helping the professors with their research, so Littleroot town is where he's headed. We'll take a taxi as far as the driver will take us, and then catch up to the twerp on foot." James smirked.
"That is about all we can do now, isn't it," he said in a sardonic manner. He proceeded to flag down a taxi and the three members of Team Rocket climbed in to the back seat. "Take us as far as you can in the direction of Littleroot Town, please," he instructed the driver in the tone that he had developed from growing up as a rich kid.
"I can take you as far as Petalburg City, the closest big city to Littleroot. You'll then have to travel east to Odale Town, a day's journey, then travel south to Littleroot, about a half a day's journey," the driver informed them.
"That's fine," said James dismissively. "Can you take my credit?" James asked before whispering his family name to the driver.
"Of course, sir," said the driver. "If you don't pay me back yourself, your family can more than afford to." James smirked and leaned back, relaxed.
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"Your son is reported to have used your family's name to secure credit from a taxi driver in Hoenn, Mr. Morgan," said Alfred, Mr. Morgan's personal accountant.
"Let it be for now, Alfred," instructed Mr. Morgan. "My son will return to Sinnoh eventually, if the pattern of his appearances pans out."
"With all due respect, sir, you know as well as I that if I reported this to your wife, she would insist we track him down immediately," Alfred warned him.
"Which is why you will not directly inform her unless my son is in acute danger," ordered Mr. Morgan. "Have I made myself clear, Alfred?"
"Crystal."
"Good."
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Mrs. Morgan seethed as she overheard what her husband and Alfred were discussing. How dare you keep my son from me now, you bastard! Realizing that she was quickly loosing her cool, she took a deep breath to calm down. Fine! If that's how it is I'll track down my darling son by myself! She marched away from where she had stood eavesdropping, and made her way up to the lavish master bedroom she shared with her fool of a husband. That's what I get for marrying for financial security alone, she often found herself thinking.
When she got to her room, she called for her maid. "Yes, mistress?" asked the maid, who was a young brown-haired woman at the age of nineteen, if Mrs. Morgan remembered correctly. The maid's name was Natalie, she remembered that much. She also remembered that Natalie was from a poor family and used the money that she got from working for the Morgans to keep her family home from being foreclosed and to keep food on the table. Mrs. Morgan sometimes wished that her beloved son had that level of loyalty to his own family.
"Pack my travel bags immediately," she ordereed the maid. "I am heading out within the hour." I am sailing to Hoenn. I am coming, my son. All James needed to realize the error of his ways was a stern talking to from his worried, loving mother. That's what she figured, anyway.
"Right away, mistress," replied the maid with a curtsy. This particular maid was particularly loyal to her. She'd have to remember to give the woman a raise when she got back. The girl's loyalty to both her own family and the family she worked for said a lot about her character, and she'd be a good role-model for James if he ever came back. No, she'd be a perfect wife for James. Mrs. Margan, stunned at her realization, came to a conclusion that she needed to take the reigns away from her husband when it came to her precious boy's future. Seriously, what had the man been thinking, setting her poor James up with that rich trollop. The wealth of the Morgan family was far from insufficient to sustain even the most lavish of family homes for her son and his future bride.
A half-hour later, Mrs. Morgan was leaving her family's estate in a cab with her bags in the trunk, her plans for her son's future firmly in her mind. She was headed for Hoenn. Just you wait, James. I'll have you back home and ready to marry that nice maid girl before you know it. And don't you dare defy me like you defied your father. I just want what's best for you.
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It took the better half of the next day, but Ash Ketchum finally found himself in Littleroot Town. It was a cozy little town with just a few houses and Professor Birch's laboratory. He made his way to the Professor's Lab. Even the lab was small and rustic, not anything like Professor Oak's lab back in Kanto.
"Ash Ketchum, I presume," greeted the young Professor as Ash stepped into his lab.
"That's right," said Ash before shaking the Professor's hand. "It's good to meet you."
"Believe me, young trainer," said Professor Birch. "The pleasure is all mine. Now tell me, have you caught any pokémon native to the Hoenn region yet. With a smirk, Ash retrieved the Luxury Ball from his trainer's belt.
"Come on out!" he said before releasing his newest pokémon.
"Well, Ash," said the Professor, looking over the pokémon that Ash had caught yesterday with a gimlet eye, seeming to study it soley from its appearance. "Professor Oak wasn't exaggerating your skills as a trainer one bit. If anything, he underestimated your talents."
"People usually do, seeing as I've been in two major league tournaments and haven't even reached the quarter finals," said Ash with a sigh. "People tend to forget that I am the real champion of the Orange League, as I beat Drake but turned down the position. By the rules of the league, I still possess the title until someone beats Drake and then challenges me and wins, or Drake challenges me and takes back his title."
"It is true that a young trainer is not considered fully elite until they win a league tournament," said Professor Birch. "Even if they fail in their challenge of the elite four and the champion, a league winner is still considered to be an elite trainer. Each additional league tournament win under a trainer's belt raises their rank further up the ladder until they are considered a veteran trainer. The levels of amateur elite trainer are as follows: established trainer, advanced trainer, supreme trainer, and veteran trainer. Becoming a professional such as a gym leader, elite-four member, champion, officer, or ranger at any point will end your status as an amateur and give you the rank of professional trainer. Once an amateur trainer gains the rank of veteran, they are no longer allowed to compete in regional league tournaments and can only compete in world league tournaments. If an amateur trainer wins a world tournament, they are automatically promoted to the rank of professional trainer even if they never get a job that requires that rank. Remaining an amateur until winning the world tournament is not something that many trainers are patient enough to do." Ash grinmed.
"Then I'll be one of those trainers," declared Ash. "When I give up my status as an amateur title, it will be to accept my place as World Champion." Birch nodded with a smile.
"Coming from a trainer like you, I believe it," said the Professor.
"Thank you, Professor," said Ash. "Now, what exactly is this strange pokémon I caught."
Birch replied, "That's easy, it's a..."
To Be Continued
Author's Note:
Be honest, am I really keeping the identity of Ash's new pokémon a secret from anyone at this point. With the amount of hints I left, I highly doubt it. Oh well, I tried. See y'all next time!