Training Isn't Just for Moemon Ch. 1

AN: Hello everyone in the Pokemon Community. I've been wanting to do a Nuzlocke for a while but I never really had gotten around to it until now. I'm playing a modded version of Emerald on my phone's emulator (Moemon Emerald). Bear in mind this story is full of lemons. Like, a lot. Even still, I hope you guys enjoy it and I promise I'll work on it when time allows between my busy writing schedule. - Kiba

Note: All participants in any sexual act is to be considered at least 18 years of age. Moemon themselves are 'ageless' so they are to be treated as being of legal age.

Rules: Can only catch first pokemon on route.

Faint = Dead and unable to be used.

Must nickname all pokemon.

Clauses: Duplicates: If first pokemon encountered is one already caught, first rule does not apply until the next unique one appears.

False Start: First encountered pokemon on routes found before access to pokeballs do not apply to the catching rule. (I.E. Route 102/103 just before and after Oldsdale).

Dark Sacrifices: If two pokemon of higher level are sacrificed, one pokemon of a lower level previously killed can be revived.

Friendly Rivals: Rival battles (only) do not kill the pokemon. Other trainers, wild pokemon, and gym masters kill them.

My head hung low as the truck came to a rumbling stop. My eyes opened slowly, and as the engine shut off, I stood, stretching with a yawn. I was still pissed that my Mom made me ride in the back of the moving truck. So Dad became a gym leader, it didn't mean that I had to uproot my entire life just because Mom didn't want him banging sluts on the side.

Stepping out, my Mom greeted me cheerfully, explaining what I already knew: the Moemon owned by the movers were doing all the work. "Yeah, whatever," I replied, brushing past her to go to my room before she shouted something about the clock.

Moving the hands to the right time, I started it up and moved to my PC. Already, I had an email waiting for me with an attachment: "Guaranteed Moemon aphrodisiac. Increase their fighting spirit by making them fall even more madly in love with you!" With a smirk, I materialized it and tucked it into my backpack.

Coming down the stairs, I could see my mother vexed by the television. The Moemon were already gone, as were the movers. Guess my mom didn't take any interest in either of the burly men. I half expected to find them double teaming her on the couch.

Instead, she was watching a news report about my Dad, her fingers absently shoved into her pants. Upon noticing me, she quickly pulled them out embarrassed. "S-sorry, Vulpus. You know, you should go meet our neighbors! One of your dad's moemon friends lives there."

"Yeah, whatever," I repeated. Stepping outside, I walked next door to the only other house in the entire 'city' if you can call it that. Some fat guy was wandering outside like a creeper, but I ignored him, instead vouching to enter the house as my mom instructed. "Hello?" I called, causing the woman who was sitting at the table to look up in surprise.

A gleam of recognition reached her eyes as she saw me. "Oh, you must be the boy who moved in next door. May was so excited to have a new friend. She hasn't stopped talking about you all day. If you like, you should go upstairs and say 'hello'. I'm sure she'd love to meet you."

Great, not even there for a moment and already she was telling me what to do. I tried to hide my frustration at being called a boy, and it seemed to work, so I climbed the stairs one at a time only to find the room empty. What the hell? I looked around briefly. There wasn't exactly any place she could have snuck from. How did her mom space out so much she didn't even realize her daughter was gone.

Sitting down on her bed, I found it to have good give. But as I did, I saw a tuft of an object just poking out from under the mattress. It looked as if it were made of velvet and as I went to inspect it, I found it to be a pair of fluffy handcuffs. This girl must have been some kind of kinky freak.

Just as I went to put them back, a cute girl with long brown hair rushed in, her eyes taking in both me and the handcuffs before a flustered look crossed her features. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she squealed, snatching them from me and tucking them quickly back under the mattress. "I didn't mean to leave those lying out, you must think I'm some sort of crazy freak!"

I simply shrugged my shoulders. "To each their own," I commented. "Let me guess, May?"

She grinned sheepishly. "Y-yeah. Sorry. I stepped out for just a moment to get some air. What did my Mom tell you? She didn't say anything too weird did she?"

"You mean, did she mention that your pension for bondage? No. She did say you were rather obsessive over me, and that I should come by and say hello. So...here I am." She gave a nervous chuckle, sitting beside me before burying her hands in her face. I had to admit, the way she was so flustered was pretty cute. "Look, I'm not judging. I've got some things in my room I wouldn't want you finding either. Don't worry about it. We've all been there, right? Anyway, I'm Vulpus. Nice to meet you."

"N-nice to meet you too," she whispered back. "So...is it true what they say about your Dad? I heard that he likes to umm...give out more than badges when a girl beats his gym." The rumor didn't surprise me. My dad was a rather notorious hound dog.

"I don't doubt it. Why? Are you interested in him or something?"

"N-no! No, of course, not! I was just curious, honest! I mean…"

My hand went to her chin, cradling it and causing her to fall silent. "Look, I get it, okay? My Dad's pretty handsome, despite his age. But believe me, he's not worth it. You shouldn't give up your dignity for that asshole. Besides, we're friends right? I wouldn't let you have sex with my Dad, anyway."

She blushed, leaning closer to me, her eyes closed and her lips pursed slightly. Was she seriously trying to kiss me already? Well, who was I to disappoint? Placing my lips against hers, the crazy girl next door and I began to make out before she leaned back on her bed, urging me to ravage her.

"Boy you really are kinky," I commented. "Wanting to do it up here with your mother and little sister in the house? Talk about naughty." She again blushed, going to sit back up, but I quickly shoved her back down. "Hey. Did I say I didn't like it?" I growled playfully.

She sighed softly, kissing me again as I quickly worked to strip her. If she wanted to be fucked, I had no problems with fucking her. I'd gladly make this slutty submissive my new cum dumpster. She spread her legs, but I pulled away and shook my head.

"Wh-what? But I thought you were going to…" her words trailed off as I run my hand over her glistening panties.

"Later, maybe. For now, I've got things I have to do. I tell you what though. If you get on your knees like a good girl, I may consider letting you swallow my cum. After I'm done with my work...well, who knows what sort of crazy adventures the two of us can get into."

Looking up at me with big eyes, she silently nodded, sliding from her bed. Unhooking her bra, she pulled it down to show me her tits for my approval. They were gorgeous. Large and round, just like I liked them.

After rubbing them to excite me further, I let out an impatient sigh. She quickly caught the sign that she was to get on with it, so she unzipped my pants, fishing around for my cock. I'd always been told that my cock was large by the screws in my old home town. Judging by the way her eyes widened, I'd say she agreed.

"What's the holdup?" I asked.

"S-sorry, I just...I don't know if I can fit it all in my...mouth," she meekly explained, but I just rolled my eyes. That wasn't for her to worry about. It was up to me whether or not it would fit, not her. Grasping her hair, I pulled her towards my crotch.

Obediently, she opened her soft lips, wrapping them around the tip and sucking on it gently. She certainly was a shy thing, I noted, taking a moment to enjoy her timidness before again becoming impatient. She let out a surprised cry as I tugged her further onto my shaft, spreading her mouth open wider and wiping the underside of my shaft with her tongue.

At first, she wasn't sure how to feel about my action, but even still she surrendered herself to my control, closing her eyes and allowing me to control how deep she went. The key to being a good Master, I learned long ago, was adjustment.

Based on her reluctant nature, I could tell she didn't do this sort of thing very often. Definitely not the sort of girl you'd scare away by immediately rutting into her face. No, I'd have to work a bit more slowly with this one, and I had no problems doing that.

"Just like that," I sighed happily, taking her down to about half way before pulling out again. Her eyes opened once more, staring up at me with those innocent and affectionate blues. She seemed to greatly enjoy my praise, so I stroked her head to reassure her once more. "We're going to go a little deeper now," I informed her, tugging her slowly past the halfway point until my tip tickled the back of her throat.

Her eyes watered as she pulled back just a bit, giving a slight cough, but still keeping her mouth open enough that I couldn't feel her teeth on my skin. She seemed to expect me to become angry, but again, I just ran my fingers through her hair and went to try again.

Once more, she struggled to take it farther back. Amateur. "Don't worry," I assured her. "It just takes practice. Tell you what...why don't you rub your clit? Try not to think about breathing too much, just let it come naturally. Close your eyes, lose yourself to that pleasure." She did as I instructed, rubbing herself as she moaned into my thick meat.

I waited for a bit until her muffled panting could be felt over the head of my cock. I waited patiently and when her throat expanded once more to let out a pleasured huff, I took the opportunity to slide myself further. This time, she didn't cough, but let out a surprise gag as I slipped just the tip into her throat.

I quickly pulled back, causing her to let out a grateful moan, but I quickly slipped back in. We repeated the process a few times: out and in, timed with her pleasurable noises until she finally got the hang of loosening her throat muscles.

It was time to give her the whole thing. Better not to tell her and cause her to panic. Waiting for just the right moment, I grasped her roughly and impaled her throat on my cock, until my nuts were pressed against her chin and nose.

Her eyes flew open, staring up at me in confusion, but I just held her there with a smile. "See? Look how much better you're getting. I knew you could take the whole thing." Pulling back she let my entire cock fall from her mouth, gagging slightly, as she tried to catch her breath. When she had, I immediately thrust myself back into her, fucking her throat eagerly.

Now that she knew what to do, she just surrendered herself, letting me pound her soft lips without mercy. Her eyes again began to water, but I could tell she loved it by the way her tongue swirled around my meat, and her lips tightened to keep it inside of her.

"God May, that feels wonderful. I think you've kept your end of the bargain. Now you have to be good and swallow it all, okay? Don't tell me it tastes bad either. A good cum dumpster is never wasteful, understand?" She looked as if she wanted to protest, but I simply reached down to cup her chin. "Hey, don't look like that. There's nothing wrong with being a cum dumpster. You like it when I fuck your mouth, don't you? Well if you want me to keep doing this sort of stuff with you, you're going to have to get used to being called that."

She still seemed hesitant, but she finally submitted with a moan, sucking on my cock and fingering herself even faster.

"Good girl," I complimented as I hammered my dick into her again and again. I could feel myself reaching my peak and finally when I couldn't stand it any longer, I pulled out until only my tip rested on her tongue and came, flooding her mouth with my ivory spunk. Based on how she shuddered, I could only assume that she'd cum herself, and as requested she obediently gulped down every drop she could. Just as she went to pull away, I stopped her. "One last thing," I reminded her. "A good slut cleans her Master's cock once she's done."

Seeming to understand, she nodded running her tongue along my slit as she caressed my balls, making sure to slurp out every bit she could. With a happy sigh, she released me. "How was that?" she asked.

"Great."

Just then, her eyes flashed with shock. "Oh no! I forgot, I was supposed to get something for my Dad! Oh, he's going to be so pissed. He was waiting for me to bring him back one of these pokeballs."

"Hey, hey...just relax. I'll handle it, okay? You finish cleaning yourself up, and I'll talk to you when I get back, okay? I was supposed to come see your Dad anyway, so this is perfect timing." Grabbing the ball, I stashed my tool away, zipping up my pants with a grin. If I could get service like this on a regular basis, maybe living here wouldn't be so bad after all.

Whistling to myself, I went further into the woods before hearing sounds of panic further ahead. Uh oh, sounded like trouble. Running ahead, ball in hand, I found a scruffy looking professor cornered by a Zigzagoon.

The thing was prowling towards him, teeth bared and her cute little fingers digging into the dirt anxiously. It was clear she was intending to take advantage of him and Moemon were not known for being gentle. They were even potentially lethal at times.

While I doubted a weak one like this could be too much trouble, I still couldn't just let him be attacked. "Help me, please! In my bag, there's some pokeballs! Just grab one and fight this thing off, please!"

"All right, all right," I assured him, before muttering under my breath. "Sheesh, this guy is such a pussy. Let's see...this one!" Grabbing a ball that felt warm to the touch, I quickly jumped into the fray, tossing it forward and causing it to open revealing a male Torchic.

It seemed confused at first, but when its eyes narrowed on the wild Moemon, its instincts seemed to begin to kick in. It stood there, waiting for my orders patiently. I couldn't believe it. My first Moemon battle, and just after a killer blowjob, too. Today was shaping up to be a good one.

"Okay Torchic, fuck it up!" I ordered. "Scratch that bitch and make her back off of the professor."

The small feminine raccoon girl let out a low snarl as he raked her across the face. She roared her anger at being interrupted, but he wouldn't have any of it. He slashed her upside the face again, sending her sliding backwards.

She just wasn't going down. I took a deep breath. I hated having to do this, but it didn't seem I had much choice. "Finish her off! We don't have a choice." Rushing forward, he grasped her tightly before dragging his claws across her throat and dropping her to the ground with a sickening plop.

Standing proudly over his defeated opponent, I ruffled the feathery hair on top of his head, causing him to let out a cheerful trill. "Thank goodness," the professor sighed as I offered him my hand to help him up. "Hey, I know you! You're Vulpus, right? Great to meet you. I actually have been meaning to talk to you."

"Yeah, me too professor. May asked me to give you this pokeball."

Tucking it into his pocket, he nodded gratefully. "Yeah, my daughter's a real sweetheart, but she can be scatterbrained sometimes. Either way, let's head back to my lab. You and I need to have a serious conversation, young man."

Well it was better than being called 'boy'. Following him back to the only other building in the 'city', I found myself in awe of all of the study equipment that was laying around me. "This is amazing. You use all of this to study Moemon?"

"You bet," he grinned, flashing me a thumbs up. "Anyway, I've been talking with your Dad. You don't have a Moemon yet, right? He wanted you to get out and explore the world, so I figured I'd help you out. You did great battling out there, so I think you can go far in the league if you put your mind to it."

"Oh, well thank you, sir," I answered, doing my best to be polite. "But I don't understand. Are you sure it's okay for me to keep this Torchic? Aren't they supposed to be super rare?"

"Oh, certainly. But you saved my life, it's the least I could do to repay you. Besides, I owe your father a favor, so this is killing two birds with one stone. But seriously, don't just call it 'Torchic'. It sounds so robotic. You should give it a name."

I pondered it for a moment, ruffling its feathery hair again. It was so warm to the touch, it actually felt kind of relaxing. It made me think of wrapping myself up in a blanket with May by a fire, making her beg for more as I continued to use her body to sate my desires. All warm and toasty. "I think I'll call him Toasty."

Toasty is burning to start our journey!

Species: Torchic Gender: Male Given by Prof. Birch

Fire type

Ability: Blaze - Ups FIRE moves in a pinch.

Hardy Nature

Starting Stats: Level 5

HP: 19/19 Sp. Atk: 13 Attack: 11 Sp. Def: 10 Defense: 9 Speed: 10

Moves: Scratch (T), Growl (C)

"Bit cheesy, but I suppose it is your choice. Anyway, I sent May to do some errands for me up ahead. I know you're still pretty new to all of this, so you should talk to her. I think it'd do some good for the two of you to spend more time together."

"I couldn't agree more," I grinned, trying to keep my thoughts tame enough to prevent me from spoiling our little secret. "Where can I find her?"

"Just past Oldale Town. Head North a ways, can't miss it. Just be careful, okay? It'd be bad if 'Toasty' were to be killed before you could really prove yourself, you know? Not to mention I don't intend on giving you another one. Keep it safe, got it?"

"Got it," I replied, walking towards the exit with a nonchalant wave. As if I'd ever let Toasty die! Judging by the way he fought, I could feel that he'd be a crazy powerhouse. In due time, we'd take the world by storm and I'd prove just how strong of a trainer I could be. After all, I'd already trained the professor's daughter pretty well. How hard could it be?

Just as I suspected, the road to Oldsdale wasn't a particularly dangerous one. The Professor was as wimpy as I pegged him to be. Toasty and I managed to cull a bit of the Wurmple and Zigzagoon population on the way, but luckily, it didn't seem as if any of them were typically scared of us...yet. I could probably still catch one if I wanted to.

As I entered the next tiny town, I found myself suddenly pulled by a strange woman. "Hello! Welcome to Oldsdale, my name is Becky! I work at the PokeMart! It's the big blue building, here let me show you!"

"No, really, I'm fine…" I tried, but she kept on dragging me behind her without a care in the world.

"Nonsense! I'll make it worth your while. This place is great, we sell everything! Even pokeballs!"

"Yeah, I've been shopping before. I know about pokemarts. See, my dad is a Gym leader and…"

"Thanks for the tour! Here's a Moemon aphrodesiac sample (don't worry we just call them potions in the store. No one will judge you.) In a way they're even more useful than the Moemon centers."

I rolled my eyes, pulling from her grip. "Oh yeah, I'm sure they are. You know what, I'm going to go inside and buy some pokeballs right now. So no need to talk to me again...ever." Before she could say anything more, I slipped inside and walked up the counter. "Excuse me, your pushy salesman told me I could find pokeballs here?"

The woman behind the counter sighed, rubbing her temples. "I'm so sorry, sir. We've talked to her about this before. Rest assured she'll be reprimanded."

"No, that's really not necessary. I'm just here for pokeballs."

"What? We're sold out of pokeballs. She should know that!"

I shrugged. "I'm just telling you what she's advertising."

"God damn it, Becky!" the woman snarled, running outside to confront the woman. Clearing my throat to avoid the confused looks of the other shoppers, I quickly made my way outside to leave this insane town.

May couldn't have gone too far while I was talking with the professor, so I knew she would be just up ahead. Sure enough, I could already see her long brown hair billowing in the wind as she watched over the tall grass curiously to see if any Moemon would reveal themselves. The way she stood there was so intense, I could tell she was very serious about it.

Maybe the professor wasn't kidding when he said she had a lot she could teach me. Coming behind her, I peered over her shoulder to see her documenting the many Moemon that populated the particular route we were on.

Gently tapping her on the shoulder, she wheel about to look at me before a big smile grew on her face. "Oh, hi, Vulpus!" she cheerfully called, wrapping her arms around me in a hug and placing a kiss on my lips. "What are you doing here? I went to find you and my Dad, but he wasn't on the route. Then he texted me and told me to go on ahead with my research, so here I am."

"Yeah, he gave me a Moemon," I explained before leaning closer to whisper in her ear, "Also, I don't mind you calling me Vulpus in public, but I do hope you remember that in the bedroom it's Master."

Her cheeks flushed a bright red as she nodded emphatically in understanding. I loved watching her squirm about all hot and bothered. "So...do you know a lot about Moemon, Mast-Vulpus?"

"I know a bit," I admitted. "Though my first battle was saving your Dad, so you know...I guess you could say I'm not too experienced."

"We could have a spar," she suggested, pulling her own pokeball out of her pocket. "Since you gave me a taste of something, I can give you a taste of what it's like to be a trainer," she giggled.

"All right," I answered with a shrug, pulling out the ball that contained Toasty. "Why don't we make this interesting? If Toasty beats your Moemon, you have to wear a collar that labels you as mine. If yours wins, however, I'll return the favor from earlier this morning."

"Deal," she beamed. Tossing out the ball, Toasty appeared in a flash, a small spurt of flame erupting outward in an attempt to show off his toughness. He was definitely the Moemon for me. Throwing out her own, May's ball opened to reveal a Mudkip. As the two stared down, I couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement.

Sure enough though, since our Moemon were still untrained, the battle wasn't precisely 'climactic'. It mostly consisted of Toasty rolling around on the ground with May's Mudkip. Every now and then he'd claw its face and get away, or it'd tackle him back to the ground, but in the end, Toasty ended up on top.

Clawing at him viciously, May and I quickly broke the two Moemon up, sharing sheepish and apologetic grins to one another. We hadn't expected the two to go at one another so harshly the way they did. "Well, looks like Toasty won," I smirked. "You know what that means."

May turned a bright red, scratching her cheek nervously, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "So...what should I tell my parents if they see it?"

"That you lost a bet," I suggested. "It's technically the truth. I'm not going to make you do something super embarrassing like admit that you're my little slut." Going to her, I tickled her under her chin before placing a playful kiss on her cheek. "Tell them you only have to wear it for a week if you want, but any time we're together, it had better be on. Understand?"

"Yes sir," she purred, completely smitten with me thanks to my treatment. "I'll see you back at the lab...right?"

"Sure," I promised. "I'll meet you there once you're done picking up your task, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed.

Making my way back to the lab, the two of us went our separate ways. Sure enough, the Professor was eager to hear all about our battle. "You beat May your first try? That's very impressive," he noted. "She's got quite a bit of history with Moemon, so if you beat her you must have quite the amount of natural talent."

"Eh, it's more that Toasty is a ferocious little bugger. We had to separate them from killing one another. Thanks again for giving him to me by the way. Now you had something else you wanted to talk to me about, right?"

"Oh! Yes, I have…" his words were interrupted as May strolled in the door, her cheeks a bright red as she came to stand beside me. Almost immediately, her father's eyes fell to the leather around her neck with a small heart-shaped tag on it. "May?"

"Oh, right," I laughed. "I completely forgot to tell you. We decided to bet on the match. The loser had to do something embarrassing, so I made her wear a collar for a week."

"Why is it a heart?" he asked suspiciously, looking between the two of us.

"It was the only one they had at the store," she grumbled. I had to admit, she was a good actress in front of her dad, but I knew she was lying immediately. "Anyway, I finished the next few entries of the pokedex."

"Ah, great! I was actually about to give one to Vulpus here, too. Which by the way, reminds me. I know you've been asking to go further out lately…"

"Yes?" she beamed.

"So, now that Vulpus is able to go with you, the two of you are free to explore all you like. Don't worry about your mother, Vulpus, I've already spoken with her while you were gone."

"R-really?" I asked in shock. I wasn't actually expecting any of this so soon. May hugged me happily, clearly excited about the thought of the two of us adventuring together. "Well, I guess that sounds like fun."

"Actually, why don't you go on ahead Vulpus. May and I still have somethings to talk about," Professor Birch stated, his eyes again narrowing on her collar. "She'll meet you in Oldale, okay?"

"Yes sir," I answered, going to leave, but before I could, May stopped me.

"Hey Vulpus, the shopkeep was out of pokeballs, I know, so I figured I'd give you some of mine. Just in case...you know...you wanted to catch some more Moemon?"

Taking them, I smiled to her and simply nodded my head in gratitude. I'd reward her later, I decided. Stepping out of the lab and into the sun, I stretched, eager to already get on the road. I'd take the professor's advice and meet her in Oldale. No point in him possibly catching us in our suspicious activity.

Once again making my way towards the close by city, I wondered what my first Moemon to catch would be. I thumbed the pokeball's release carefully as Toasty kept a close eye out beside me.

He could feel it, too. The sense of predation that indicated the next Moemon we laid sight on would be joining us in our adventure as our new companion. Sure enough, just after we'd managed to get into the heart of the woods, a Wurmple girl pounced from the trees on to me, giving me a livacious lick, followed by a hungry purr.

Well, it was a start. Toasty rushed towards her, slamming hard into her soft body and sending her hurtling to the ground with a sharp scratch across her cheek. Before he could go farther into it though, I placed my hand on his head to calm him, instead hurling the ball at her.

Just as she began to get to her feet, the ball smacked her straight in the middle of her forehead, causing her eyes to widen as she toppled back, her essence being zapped into the digital processor stored within. After a moment, her struggles stopped and she resigned herself to her fate. "What should we call her?" I asked Toasty who now inspected the ball curiously. "I like the name Clotho. She spits web right? Clotho was the spinner of fate in Mythology." He looked up at me, with a puzzled chirp. "Clotho it is," I agreed.

Clotho's thread of life has become intertwined!

Species: Wurmple Gender: Female Caught: Route 101

Bug Type

Ability: Shield Dust - Prevents Added Effects

Impish Nature

Starting Stats: Level 2

HP: 6/13 Sp. Attack: 5 Attack: 7 Sp. Defense: 6 Defense: 6 Speed: 5

Moves: Tackle (T), String Shot (S)

First thing I had to do was see to Clotho's injuries at the hand of Toasty. I'd wait for May in Oldale as promised, but once I was done, I intended to take my Moemon on a training regiment. They needed to prepare. It wouldn't be long now, but I was eager to get in my Dad's face and really prove myself to him. Soon enough, he'd see that I was twice the man he ever was.

Game Saved (To be continued)...