Hey, this is my first story. Since last time I didn't do this I got nagged by some guy on dA, although it's pretty obvious, I must do disclaimers.
I am not a massive company or the owner of a massive company. In no way did I create any pokemon. I am simply a minor in the southern United States. If you think I am a massive company centered in Japan you may need to get your eyes or brain checked more than twice. I only own Evelyn and ask that you do not use her.
TL;DR: I am not a company.
Also this story will contain vore. Don't read on if you don't like that. Kthxbai.
Evelyn sighed as she finished counting out the Pokeballs. She was supposed to be out, traveling and catching all the Pokemon. It was never meant to be like this. She got a tiny pidgey when she started school. That tiny bird started everything. She was the first one in her class to have her very own Pokemon. At school she grew bigger ambitions. One year she was gonna be a trainer, then a gym leader. The following year she was going to be a ranger. Then the best out there ever, blah blah blah. She had failed to realize there could only be one 'best' and it was definitely NOT her. As her classmates got bigger and she and her Pidgey, named Featherweight, grew weaker her goals shrunk.
Now she was stuck behind a counter. It was just her and her single Pokemon now. Featherweight was still a pidgey. It was just her and him left. Her classmates had all left to accomplish their goals while she was stuck. She had heard three of her former friends had completed their Pokedexes. They offered to catch a few to get her started off but Evelyn always refused. She could do it on her own. Maybe she could become a trainer by the end of the year. That would be nice. She smiled as Featherweight struggled with a box of potions. She said, taking the box the rest of the way,"Why thank you very much." Featherweight landed on the counter, puffing his chest out proudly. He immediately started to preen. He was such a vain little bird.
Evelyn glanced at the clock. Almost time to clock out. She started hurriedly potting the potions up. Her dad had said he sent a gift. It had been years since she last seen him, she was just a little girl. Now he traveled the world. She liked to convince herself that he was an unbelievably strong Pokemon trainer, but he really just sold herbal treatments for wrinkles and the works. When she was little she would dream up his adventures, encountering and capturing legends. No, he was selling crushed up plants to old people. She finished with the potions.
She removed her apron and let Featherweight perch on her shoulder. She walked along the path, ignoring a group of children that ran past. The package should be here, all her father had said was he had found them during his travels. She watched the kids for a second, tearing her gaze away to avoid being creepy. She hated her days in school. The other kids would always mock her for her lack of training skills. She always saw Featherweight as a companion, anyways. if he fought he might ruin his prized plumage.
The baby blue haired mgirl reached her house and headed to her front door. It was painted a cheerful red like the other houses. On the doorstep there was a decent sized box. The usually silent Featherweight tilted his head and asked,"Pidgey?" Evelyn said,"Just Dad again." She carefully crouched and picked it up, feeling it was oddly light. She opened her door and Pidgey flew inside to his favorite perch. Why would he want to hide his beauty in a tiny cramped Pokeball? He preferred to sit in front of a warm and sunny window to show off for the world.
Evelyn went into the kitchen for a knife. She sliced the tape open and pried the pale brown cardboard flaps open. The first thing she saw was a four red pokeballs. She carefully removed them, chanting 'please be empty' in her mind though she knew better. She grabbed the letter on the bottom of the box and ripped it open. Her hands trembled from worry as she pulled out a paper with a round coffee stain near the bottom. She hated big pokemon, and her dad always was trying to make her get over it.
"I hope these Pokemon help you become the great Pokemon master you always wanted to be since you got that pidgey."
Of course. They weren't empty. Why would they be?
"I know you hate big pokemon, but I also know you can handle them. They were raised to be extremely loyal from the time they were hatched."
Yeah, and so were most of the other Pokemon that turned. Like the Raichu that killed his trainer when she was five.
"Love, Daddy."
Pfft, love you too douchewad. Maybe if you had an address I'd send you five of one of your fears.
"PS: Ditch the bird. It's dragging you down. Also open these Pokeballs as soon as possible."
Yup, that really made her want to open them. They could wait maybe forever.
She looked back to the pokeballs. Usually they didn't bother her but now they filled her with dread. Dread and something else. Panic? No. That wasn't it. It was just the feeling that there could be anything in them, what if it wouldn't fit in her house? What if it was a water pokemon? She eyed the five red and white spheres with distrust. Nope, definitely not opening those. She stood, seeing Featherweight watching her suspiciously. "Pide?" He had a surprisingly accusing tone. He jabbed his beak at the letter and pokeballs. "No, I'm not replacing you Featherweight. You're too special for that." She gave him a quick head rub and put the four little pokeballs back in the box. She asked,"You want a dust bath?" Featherweight immediately cheered up. Leave it to him to forget anger at a chance to possible make himself prettier than he already was. She closed the box and moved it more to the center of the table. No need for one of those things coming out of their balls. Plus she always knocked things off that table, no matter how careful she was.
As she poured the dust usually used for michus into a cookie sheet, she stared at the box. She needed more money, and she had heard you got money for winning a pokemon trainer match. Was it really a good idea? She did need to pay her rent, after all. She sighed and stepped back to avoid the rain of dust Featherweight made as he scattered the dust. It seemed she would have to sweep the floor as usual. She said,"Featherweight, for such a small bird you make the biggest messes." She smiled as he chirped defiantly and made an even bigger mess. Yes, vacuum for sure now. She had just brought it on herself. It was a just another challenge to him, now. She stepped back, laughing a bit as the tiny bird seemed to be throwing dust at her with his wings.