Pokemon: A Story of True Love
By Allen P. Lawrence
Within grasp of the Pokemon league, closer to a lifelong dream fulfilled, Ash Ketchum lost sight of his very own love for Pokemon. For only so long can a man yearn with his heart, that the mightiest desire overcomes his own grasp of the world around him and consumes that which once defined his very existence. The beauty of Sunyshore City dulled to nothing, a passing fog in his sight. Other things escaped his vision, too...
Chapter 1
By negligence, or possibly by no other force than true fate, a Pokeball fell from Ash Ketchum's belt and began its gentle roll to the shore. The waves pushed against the Pokeball as the cascading hands of nature massaged and released the contents it. After a brief flash of light, Lapras streched his neck to investigate his enviroment. Ash was no where to be seen. Finally, a moment of peace. Lapras began to spread his flippers and roll across the waves. A friendly solar body placed himself on Lapras' cold, cramped neck. The crevices in his carapace were quickly overrun with the cool, relaxing sea water. The ocean waves calmly cradled Lapras in a loving, tender feeling that only a water-type Pokemon can feel.
As Lapras steadily rocked within the arms of his oceanic lover's calm hold, a loud singing voice rang out from across the waves - another Pokeball.
A quick review of the heavens reminded Lapras of his lost time amongst the waves. Indeed, it was sunset and the same tender ocean he had fallen for cruely struck him with the harsh unforgiving lash of a rising tide. Concerned as Lapras should have been, he could not take his eyes away from the glowing Pokeball that floated on the horizon. Never before had he been so tempted by a tangible object. Within his conscience, he knew of what joys a Pokeball holds - another Pokemon. Although Lapras knew he was forbidden of activating it, he began to consider his choices.
"This Pokeball must belong to someone. Maybe if I save the Pokemon inside, I will be rewarded. Maybe it's a rare Pokemon? This could be the very Pokemon who wins the League for Ash."
As Lapras approached the ball he became more aware of the other thoughts pushing him across the waves. "I'm not doing this for Ash. I have been working hard. I deserve this." He approched the ball with his head now racing with images of a muscular Rapidash charging from the ball. The Rapidash would fiercly point his horn to the sky as the ember ascending from his tail lit the beach. He would approach and, in a deep sensual voice, proclaim his loyalty to Lapras.
The ball began to shriek with bright, painful energy. It shook the shallow water around it and illuminated the ocean floor. The light quickly became blinding. The powerful force opening the ball was strong.
As the ball opened, Lapras raised his fins high in a great form to welcome the newcomer to his paradise. He was nervous and shaky with lusty ambition. A glowing form began to push it's way from the Pokeball's opening and a long, powerful, phallic beast began to raise its towering silhouette to the sky. Lapras was overcome with sexual anticipation of caressing and taming this large beast. As the light began to fade, the image became clear. From this ball burst a muscular, poweful... Camerupt. Camerupt stood on the wave for a quiet second, staring into Lapras' large, unblinkingly disappointed eyes. Then, without warning, Camerupt shot to the bottom of the clear waters, as a small patch of steam rose from the broken surface. Lapras stared amazed at the water for a few seconds. He knew he must act fast to save Camerupt's life.
TO BE CONTINUED