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It was a quiet Saturday. The sun just began its rise as I laced up my running shoes. I wore black track pants, with a black hoodie (white tank top underneath.) I stood outside my house, a two story, three bed, two bath. I live with my mom and older brother, both which were asleep.
I was 6' 4", seventeen, and a senior in high school. I always got good grades, but was also very athletic at the same time. I was well toned and made sure to keep that way. I had jet black hair in a buzz cut with hazel eyes. I had well tanned skin and perfect white teeth (so everyone says.)
" Alright, lets go." I began my everyday jog of eight miles.
Me and my high school football teammates just won state, and now our season was done. I took this time to get ready for my lacrosse season and would sure as hell, be ready.
It took thirty-five minutes, but I finally finished my miles, and arrived at my best friends house. He wasn't a player, but one hell of a genius.
I knocked on the door to be met with a grumble. A moment later the door opened, revealing another teenager my age. He was 5' 11", had short length, jet black hair, and a pair of glasses.
" Solomon, what the hell are you doing here so early, it's six in the morning," he grumbled. A small grin appeared on my face.
" C'mon Donovan, don't hate. Besides, I told you I'd be around to see your cross dimension machine," I said matter-of-factly. He shrugged and gestured me inside, leading me up to his room.
" Where are your parents?" I asked, making conversation.
" Early morning yoga," he answered, not looking back. We continued walking until we entered his room. It was simple, a bed, a desk, oh, and pokemon posters splayed across the walls. Yeah, he was addicted to it. I knew enough about pokemon, such as the names and type advantages, but I was a little in the dark about the others. The rest I know was about the Poke University.
Apparently, their is a University that all future pokemon trainers go to, like high school. Of course, on Donovan's game, he's a twenty-two year old, pokemon trainer.
" So here it is," Don said. I turned to see a giant machine, kinda like a container in Area 51. Wires and springs wrapped around the machine and lights lit up every now and then on it.
" Does it work Don?" I asked, stepping right in front of the door. Don stepped behind me.
" Don't know, but you're gonna find out." He shoved me inside, shutting the door behind. Lights began to flash and beeping noises began to sound. Before I could utter a word, a giant bright flash went off, blinding me.
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My eyes opened to a room. It was blank, except for two beds and two desks, and luggage.
Another boy walked into the room, he looked just like Donovan.
" Surprised?"
" Don?" The boy nodded.
" You were out for quite sometime. Good thing I grabbed our stuff before I left."
" What do you mean?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.
" Oh, we're stuck here."
" What!?"
" The machine broke down after I sent me and our stuff, so it'll be a while before we can return back home."
" Where the hell are we?" I asked looking around the room. Don smiled.
" Welcome, to Poke University." I was beyond shocked, this was unbelievable.
" This place...is real?!" Don only nodded.
I stood up, I was only a little taller than Donovan this time.
" Don have you...have you grown?" I asked. He shook his head.
" No, you shortened. You're a Zoroark pokemorph." My eyes widened and I ran to the mirror on one of the desk.
Indeed, I had long, dark hair, with red tips. My eyes were red rimmed, with green irises. My skin was darker, my fingernails and teeth were longer and sharper. I still stood like a human, and wore my clothing from earlier, thank Arceus... what I didn't mean to say that.
" Hurry up and change, and take a shower, classes start in an hour." And with that he left, closing the door, leaving me a little shocked and confused.
I heeded his words and took a shower , luckly right in our room, and changed into some new clothes.
I decided to wear a sleeveless, white jeans vest, to still show my toned muscles, with black jeans, and white shoes with a black streak through the sides.
Right on cue, half an hour later, Don walked in as I threw on a white NY cap and turned to him. He handed me a schedule and a pokedex (wow, shocker) motioned me to follow him.
After a couple turns down halls, we reached outside. Instantly, my eyes were flooded with the scenery.
Seven main buildings spanned in a one-hundred square miles circle. The first building, me and Don just left, the human males, female pokemon's dorm. I guess that meant that sex with other female humans would be difficult as they were exactly opposite of the large campus, along with male pokemon.
Don must have read my mind as he placed a hand on my shoulder.
" Oh, don't worry, the female pokemon prefer male humans, and vice-versa." I blushed immensely, but quickly shook it away.
" Don you perv," I said not looking back.
Anyways, the main building for pokemon trainers was the middle building, larger than all others. The breeding and coordinator buildings on both sides of it, almost as large. The last two, I guess were administrators. In the giant circle an array of clothing stores to food joints and everything in the middle stood. A giant courtyard also not far away.
Students, and pokemon flooded each area, a max of twenty-five, thousand walked to classes. All pokemon of each region were also here, and each walked around, wild or not.
" Oh right, here, you'll need these Solomon." I turned to see Don hand me six pokeballs." I'd open, that one." Don pointed to a blue and black pokeball. I shrugged and threw it up, the ball opening, awhite flash appearing in front of me. A Lucario bowed in front of me.
" Master, hello," it said. The voice was feminine, it obviously being female. (Being pokemorph, I understand both sides).
" First of all, no master shit. You can call me Solomon, or Waddell. Yeah, my full name is Solomon Waddell (true in real life, age and description as well.) she bowed again this time smiling.
" Okay... Waddell." She giggled, a annoyed look working its way on my face.
" Anyways, lets get to class," Don intervened." We have the same classes, so it'll be easy." I nodded, and Don began leading me and the Lucario through the crowd.
" By the way, what's your name?" I asked back at the Lucario. Her ears drooped, sadness appearing in her eyes.
" I don't have one," she said sadly. I felt pity at that, but it was soon replaced with a smile.
" How about I nickname you?" (Original right). She perked up and nodded. I smiled brightly at that.
" How 'bout Sasha?" She nodded again and we both smiled. I then bumped into Donovan, knocking him over.
" Oops, sorry Don." He waved it off.
" Don't worry about it, we're here." Like he said, we stood in front of a large double door, a sign atop reading Poke-Studies. I looked at my schedule, yep, this is it.
Don released a Azumarill.
" Bubbles, you ready?" The water mouse pokemon nodded happily. Don't looked back at me.
" Pokemon must be kept out in this class." I nodded in understanding and the four of us walked in.
The class was empty, except for a Mewtwo pokemorph behind the desk.
" Ah, the newest Seniors, welcome," he said with a smile. He had pale white skin, with purple streaked back hair. He wore a purple suit with a white collar-shirt and a small chain with an aura ball on it.
" Yes," I said with a nod. He smiled warmly at us.
" Im Saku Nokia, but everyone calls me Tú." He chuckled at the little joke, us joining him.
The class began to full with the other seniors and Tú looked at us.
" Don't worry, I'll introduce you." I simply nodded, Don scratched the back of his head nervously. He always was staged fright.
" Good Morning, class," Tú boomed. He was loud when he wanted to be.
The class repeated the greeting, some of them shooting a quick glance at us." I'd like to introduce two new students, Donovan Gamboa, and Solomon Waddell." Both of us waved, smiling softly at the class.
" Would you like to tell us anything about you?" I nodded and walked up. I put on my serious expression, one no one disrespects, though half the class was half awake.
" I don't play. I'm an athlete, I work hard, and am a natural athlete. I do boxing and MMA." One of the pokemon raised a hand.
" What is MMA, none of the pokemon have heard of it before." All the other pokemon nodded, confirming the question.
" It's a secret art, only I know, and is used for defense."
" Show me then," a human boy said. He had grey hair with emerald eyes. He released a Hitmonlee and it immediately charged without an order.
I put my hands up, covering my face, in a boxers stance, and waited. The fighting pokemon grew closer before launching a quick kick, straight for my head. I ducked, dodging the blow, before quickly jabbing him in the leg.
The pokemon winced and I quickly roundhouse kicked him, sending him flying to the side, into the teachers desk .
Papers were scattered, and the desk was broken in two. The crowd looked in awe, the human girls smiling deviously, the pokemorph and pokemon females, with lust for a new mate. I ignored them and turned to Mr.Tú.
" Sorry about your desk," I said scratching the back of my head nervously. He waved it off with a smile.
" Don't worry, it happens, a lot."
I was still uneasy about the desk. I reached into my pocket.
" Yes, it's still here," I said. Tú arched an eyebrow. I pulled out my wallet and looked inside. All my bills were now poke dollars." How much is the desk?" I asked without looking up.
" Uuhh-...one hundred, thousand poke dollars but why?" He asked. Apparently, one hundred dollars in my world is one-hundred, thousand here, vice-versa with other bills.
" Here," I said, presenting the bill. He stuttered over his words barely making a word, great, I thought Mewtwo pokemorphs would be calm and cool.
" I...but-I...I can't." I shoved it at him this time.
" Just take it, I still have more than enough to survive," I half joked. Finally, he conceded, and took it, making sure to thank me.
I went to go take a seat, only two left. One next to a guy and his female milktank, and one next to a... another Zoroark pokemorph, a girl, and her male Blaziken.
She had the same long, main black, red-tipped hair, I had. Her eyes were a red rimmed, emerald green, different of my toxic greens. She had amazing black ebony skin, flawless, with no physical defects, along with a perfect hourglass figure. Her legs were long and slender, her breast a perfect C-size.
She motioned me to sit with her, Donovan being a friend, and not caring, quickly moved to the milktank, and her trainers seat, smiling at me. I took a seat next to her, she on my right, Sasha to my left, and her Blaziken to her right.
" Okay class, everyone knows its Friday, so you may mingle amongst yourselves...just no fighting, okay?" And with that, Tú left the room.
My table burst with non-stop questions.
" Where'd you learn that?"
" Can you teach me?"
" Can we mate later?"
I turned to a Gardevoir, a wicked grin on her face. The female Zoroark stepped in.
" Guys, girls enough, we still have half the school year with Solomon, we can talk later." The class grumbled before returning to their seat. I sighed in relief before turning to the wolf pokemorph next to me.
" Thanks," I said.
" No prob," she said with a smile. I smiled back.
" Well, you know me, but I don't know you," I said matter-of-factly. She giggled a little.
" Im Luna, and this is my partner Trent," she said motioning to the Blaziken. I nodded at him in recognition.
" And this is Sasha," I said motioning to the Lucario behind me.
" Hi," she said waving a paw.
" So, MMA huh?" Luna said with the best innocent-like face I ever saw. I scratched behind my head embarrassed.
" Yeah, it's been a passion of mine."
" How long have you been doing it?"
" My whole life, it's a great way I release stress."
" What beating people's pokemon?" She joked. I laughed at that.
After it died down, she looked at me with a soft gaze, I returning it.
" Solomon?" She said softly. It was a small whisper, I had to lean in to hear.
" What is it?" She motioned me closer until our faces were near inches apart. She smiled softly before placing a quick peck against my lips. It was sudden, and a little shocking. I could feel my cheeks growing warmer as I began to blush.
I mean I've kissed before, don't get me wrong, but this amazing girl already kissed me in the first ten minutes I met her, damn.
" You wanna meet later tonight, maybe the fountain in the park?" I dumb-struck nodded.
SMACK
Luna and I turned to see Sasha slap Trent. Sasha immediately ran out the classroom, all eyes turning to her, transferring to me.
" Sasha!" I called. The door slammed shut." Dammit. Luna, I-," she rose a hand.
" Just go, I'll see you tonight." Wow, hot and caring, and the same species... I struck gold. I ran out the room, quickly catching Sasha's sent with my stronger nose.
I followed it to the females bathroom on the second floor of the building. I covered my eyes walking in, feeling around for any signs of Sasha, still following her scent.
" Sasha, I know you're in here, what happen?" A gasp led me to the stall in front of me. I opened it, and opened my eyes to see Sasha, covering herself, whimpering, clutching herself, knees up against her chest, careful of her spike.
" Sasha, what happened?" She looked up before turning away.
" What's it to you?" She asked, anger eched in her voice. I placed a claw on her head, like a father would to his child. She looked up, her eyes slightly red from the tears.
" Because I care about you," I said with a warm smile. Slowly, Sasha loosened her legs and they slid to the floor, her body was still slightly shaking though, but the tears ceased.
" Why, we just met?"
" I know, as a trainer, wether I've known you for seven years, or five seconds, you are my partner, and it's my job to see that nothing hurts you. I don't want to see you sad..." I picked her up bridal style, and placed her on my lap, like a father would his daughter. (Natural born parent.)
" Now, tell me, what happened?" Her shaking stop, but I could hear her quick heartbeats.
" Trent he...he wanted to court with me, and I refused so he..." She stopped, her shaking becoming furious again. I wrapped my arms around her, in a tight hug.
" What did he do?" I asked, rubbing her back in comfort.
" He said he'd come to our room and... rape me," she said. I pulled back, shock on my face.
" He WHAT?!" I asked, my voice rising dramatically.
" He said he'd rape me, and we just met." The tears began, coming like a river. I grabbed her cheeks, using my thumbs, I softly rubbed away the tears.
" Hey, hey, that will never happen. I will never let him hurt you like that, you understand?" She nodded, but her shaking continued. I hated seeing her like this. Just seeing her like this, made my anger rise.
" Im gonna go have a word with Trent," I said, standing up, careful of Sasha.
" Wait, Solomon, don't do this!" She called. It was futile, my goal was set.
I made my way back to the classroom, Sasha still calling for me to stop. I reached for the door handle, Sasha grabbing my wrist in a last attempt.
" Master, don't do this," she said.
" What did I say about calling me master?" I asked rhetorically.
" Im, sorry, Solomon." She released my wrist and I threw the door open. I walked up to Trent and spun him around in his chair.
He was confused as I threw a right hook into his beak, flinging him into a table breaking it into pieces.
" Get up you raping, sack of shit!" I yelled.
Hows that for a kick-off. All that is a true story about me, except it was with humans, and it was my girlfriend (single now) and yes, I did break and pay for two tables and more, but that's next chapter. Don't forget to respond if you accept my request.
-Stormgreywolf