Chapter 1

A large plasma screen TV was on in a fairly wealthy home in the small community of Pallet Town. The program on the tube was a special about the Elite Four, a bunch of crack addicts who were supposedly Pokemon Masters. The boy watching the tube was none other than Ash Ketchum, son of Demi Ketchum. Unfortunately, Ash was always taught that his father, Frank, died in wild Pokemon accident, so Demi had to raise Ash by herself. Even so, Ash and Demi tried to keep their spirits up, and with Ash encroaching manhood, it would soon be time for him to fly off on his own.

That particular morning, Ash was ecstatic. He had just turned 18-years-old and was eager to go and get his first Pokemon at Professor Oak's lab. "I will be the greatest Poke Master!" Ash squealed in excitement.

"That's fine, just go with a chaperone dear," Demi replied as the natural mother she was.

"But, Mom…" Ash whined.

"No chaperone, no go. Find Hank Anderson, he's a good role model. I'm sure he'll go with you. I'm going over to the bar for a few drinks," Demi said.

"H-Hank Anderson?" Ash questioned, frightfully.

Hank Anderson was a formidable man. Weighing in at around 260 lbs and a Vietnam War vet, he was still powerful in his 33-years-old. He lived on the edge of Pallet Town, so the woods behind his cabin were fruitful with all sorts of Pokemon. Hank hated Pokemon; in fact, he was Pallet Town's local Pokemon Exterminator. He needed to keep up with his shooting so he could actually hit the Pokemon he was hired to kill.

This day, he decided to go in his back yard and perform a few new shooting stances he read in his favorite magazine. He grabbed his trusty M1911 automatic pistol and went out the back door. His earplugs in place, and the large can on top of the stump out back he aimed in an isosceles stance and double tapped the .45. His first shot hit the can dead on and the second one hit the can while it was in the air. "I still got it," Hank praised. Right about this point, a little Pokemon—a Mankey—landed on the stump. Hank chuckled as he shot the little prick in the head.

"My God!" Ash criticized as he stepped out of the back doorway to witness the appalling act.

"God damn!" Hank muttered when he turned to see his worst nightmare—Ash Ketchum, "What the Hell are you doing here?" he barked.

"I…I need you to be my chaperone" Ash said sheepishly, "so I can be a Trainer."

"Doesn't your mom trust you?"

"N-No."

"I guess I wouldn't either."

"So, will you do it?"

Hank looked into the woods and sighed, "How long will you need me?"

"Until I'm Pokemon Master."

"How long will that be?"

Ash counted his fingers with no avail, "I don't really know. Soon, hopefully."

Walking back in his cabin, Hank conceded, "Give me fifteen minutes, and I'll be ready to go."

Professor Oak, even knowing his facts, was quite absent minded. It was 60 years ago that he decided to research the Pokemon and find a way to kill them. Unfortunately, he was convinced otherwise by a cocktail waitress and now he researches them to help trainers. In Oak's lab, he would set up every trainer with a choice of three Pokemon, a Squirtle, a Charmander, or a Bulbasaur. These Pokemon would—hopefully—start off the trainers on the right foot to collect and battle more.

Ash and Hank walked into Oak's lab with a certain swagger that drove Oak to madness. "Ash Ketchum" the Professor griped, "You here for a Pokemon?"

"That's right! I'm still deciding on which one, which one is better?" Ash replied as he and Hank sauntered in.

"Well…" Oak began until he was interrupted by the large steel door in the back swinging wide open.

"Hey all you mother fuckers," Gary said as he came in the back of the lab. He stood in the doorway, waiting for someone to either motion him in, or provoke him into entering.

After a moment of silence, Hank finally broke it, "Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"You don't know who I am?" Gary screamed until he was red in the face.

"No, not really"

"I'm Gary Oak! The best Trainer ever!" Striding up to the others, Gary carried himself like he knew everything about money, women, and life. He stood a little shorter than Ash, had red hair and a red attitude to match. There were probably more freckles on his face than pounds on his body, as well.

"Wow, now that's a great accomplishment."

"Don't get cocky with me!" Gary turned to the table when Hank had just about enough of his attitude. When he turned back to the others, he saw a large fist come straight for his nose. A large cracking noise came as Hank drove his fist into Gary's face. Gary got some air too, being thrown across a lab table, straight into a garbage can.

"How's that, 'best trainer ever,' eh?" Hank said as he approached Gary to pound him more.

"Call it off, Anderson!" Oak barked at Hank. Hank growled at the senior, but backed down anyway.

After all of the commotion, Ash asked with a fearful manner, "So, what kind of Pokemon do I get?"

"Ugh…I'm…taking all of them!" Gary said as picked up all three Pokeballs on the table and walked out.

"I wasn't expecting that…" Oak murmured, "I did catch this one this morning, so I guess you can have it." Oak handed the Pokeball to Ash.

"Well, okay," Ash replied as he looked at the ball.

"It's a little wild, do you think you can handle it?" Oak said.

"Yep! It's no problem!" Ash answered as he and Hank left the lab.

"Who was that Gary guy?" Hank asked.

"That was Oak's grandson, Gary," Ash responded, "He's been trying to out-do me at everything since we were just kids. I really don't know why, but he does it."

"Guy really has no life, huh?"

"I miss mom," Ash cried.

"You've only been away for a half-hour," Hank grumbled. The two were walking down the trail to Viridian City, a town just a little ways from Pallet. The road in between was fraught with wild Pokemon, just waiting to be caught or killed.

Ash began to reply when something in his pocket seemed to explode. The little ball of light screamed like nothing Ash or Hank had heard before. Like a cross between something saying "Pika" and an afterburning turbojet. Ash screamed in frustration with the noise.

Hank covered his ears and shouted, "Get that thing out of here!" Yet, as soon as it started, it stopped. Hank and Ash were coughing from the smoke. When it all cleared it revealed a little yellow mouse-like creature. "Oh, we're having rat stew for dinner tonight!" Hank said as he pulled his 1911 from his shoulder holster.

"No! He's only a Pokemon who doesn't like being in a Poke ball! Don't hurt him!" Ash pleaded.

Hank became red in the face, "You trainers are so God damn messed up!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He didn't understand the philosophy of "Catch, not kill," held dear by all Pokemon Trainers.

"Do you want to walk with us?" Ash asked the little creature.

"Pikachu," the creature answered.

"That must be your name! It's a Pikachu!" Ash exclaimed. He opened up a little device and punched in some buttons.

"What the hell is that?" Hank said as he looked over Ash's shoulder.

"It's a Pokedex, a little computer for Pokemon, I got it for my birthday!"

"Technology has taken a turn for the stupid I guess."

Down the road a ways, a flock of Bird Pokemon were in the fields. Ash got excited and got out some Poke Balls. "Oh boy! I can catch some Pokemon!" Ash said. He threw a Poke Ball into the group. The Ball bounced off one's head, it turned around and squaked to the others. They all took flight and circled over Ash, Hank and Pikachu.

Hank withdrew a Winchester 12 gauge shotgun from his pack, "I can kill them all before they kill us!" Hank told Ash.

"No! Don't kill Pokemon!" Ash responded

"They'll attack us! At least let me fend them off!"

"No!"

"God Dammit!"

The Pokemon circled around overhead faster, "Wait," Ash responded, "Pikachu! What do you know?" he asked rhetorically as he punched in buttons on his Pokedex and read the results out loud. "Tail Whip, and Growl."

"Make it do something!" Hank ordered.

"Uhh… It doesn't know any attack moves…" Ash answered

"What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"Pikachu!" Ash commanded the creature as the flock flew closer, "Do something!"

The little creature jumped in the air and shot out a million bolts of electricity.

"NOT ME!" Ash cried in a charred mess.

The Pokemon did it again and fried all the little Flying Pokemon. Then, the Pikachu leaned over and passed out.

Hank was holding in his laughter, "You really are toasted!" he said to a crispy Ash.

"Shut the fuck up and help me get this thing to Viridian City." Ash replied sourly.

"Oh Jesus," a woman in a closet moaned.

"Yeah…. You know how I like it!" the man replied.

"You know," the woman began, "you love me right?"

"Yeah, baby"

"I love you too, but…."

"But what?"

"We've got work to do."

"…So?"

"We'll never get anything done if we spend all day in this broom closet fucking each other"

"…Good point." It was right about then, the local Poke Nurse, Nurse Joy opened the closet to get a broom because a little Pokemon sprayed come all over the lobby floor. She was surprised to see the two people in the closet, naked. This made Joy very, horny so to speak.

"Let me join! Let me join!" Joy squealed. She hopped in and they started banging each other again.

"What about work?" the man asked.

"Fuck it," the two women answered

Hank walked in with Ash who held his just about dead Pokemon. Immediately, Hank noticed something fishy. "What…where'd everybody go?" he asked.

"I don't know," Ash responded a little confused at the emptiness of the building.

Hank and Ash looked around the whole lobby. After scanning the lobby perimeter, Hank checked the back, occasionally calling out for service. He came up to the closet door. It seemed to be shaking so he opened it up. "Oh good God!" he replied to the three people and a few Pokemon having group sex.

"Sorry," Joy began, "I was really horny and…"

"That doesn't give you the right to fuck Pokemon! Sick, just sick," Hank hissed.

"It's really our fault…" the man explained.

"Bullshit! You're all to blame!" Hank scolded. "Put some clothes on and then help us out."

"Goddammit," the other woman said under her breath.

Hank went out front and told Ash he found the workers, and they were coming. When the couple—not with Joy and the Pokemon—revealed their uniforms, Hank knew who they were, "Son of a bitch," he snarled.

"We are…" the woman started, "Jessie and James! Of Team Rocket! Prepare for trouble!"

"Make it…"

Hank pulled his Ruger Redhawk to silence the two's rhyme, "Enough horse shit. I remember you two. And now, you're all mine."

"What's going on Hank?" Ash asked as he hid behind him, "Where do you know those two from?"

"It's too complicated to explain. And it's too late for talk," He motioned at Jessie and James, "Won't you two draw your guns?"

Jessie looked at James after checking her holster, "We must've left them at the compound…"

"You two were never the best, were you?" Hank cackled, "This is long overdue!" and he pulled the hammer back.

James stood back and threw a ball down to the ground, "Shah!" he shouted and the ball exploded into an enormous cloud of smoke, covering the entire Poke Center. When it cleared, Jessie and James were nowhere to be seen.

After looking all over, Hank had lost them again, "Fuck!" He cried and shook his fists in rage, "I fucking had them!"

Confused, Ash asked, "Hank, who were those two?"

He holstered his gun and brought him to the Poke Center counter, "It's a long and very painful story, Ash. I'll tell you some other time and then you'll understand," Hank went to a bench and sat down in silence until Ash was finished.

Outside the Poke Center, Jessie and James began to think about what just happened. "Well, that's another mission failure," James responded when he got a huge hard-on.

"Holy cow! It's huge!" Jessie said to James, "It must be something around here!"

They looked around and looked in the Poke Center and remembered the near-dead Pikachu.

"Oh my god! It was that Pokemon!" James shouted, "It's a magic, hard-on Pikachu!"

"We're going to have to find a way to get it!" Jessie replied, "Let's go tell Boss about this!" And they ran off into the woods to devise a new plan.

After the Poke Center healed up Ash's only Pokemon, the two had set their sights for the large forest at the edge of Viridian city. "We're going through there?" Hank asked.

"Yes, we have to" Ash replied holding the Pikachu, as if he were a trophy.

"That's bullshit! We should go around!"

"We can't, it's in the rules."

"But, But," Hank pleaded in vain to Ash, "Damn you and your rules!" When they entered the forest, a wild Pokemon appeared.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh!" Ash excitedly cried, "A Caterpie!"

"A bug?" Hank responded.

"A Caterpie! Dumbass."

" Well pardon me, Mr. Pokemon!"

Ash got out a Poke Ball, opened it, and threw it at the caterpillar. The ball closed, wobbled a little and stopped. "Woo-hoo! I caught a Caterpie!" Ash exclaimed.

"Oh gee. I swat those little shits outside my porch." Hank said.

"Blow it out your ass," Up the road a ways, there was a small boy holding a net. Ash went up to him first. "Are you a trainer?" Ash asked.

"…Yes! Trainer, I am!" the boy answered.

"Okay, do you want to battle?"

"…Yes! … Battle!"

Ash sent his Caterpie first. A few moves later, the trainer's Pokemon were slaughtered. Ash was only too pleased for this. "I won! I can't believe it, I won on my first try!" Ash cheered.

"…You!" the boy pointed to Hank.

Looking around, Hank pondered, "Me?"

"…Yes! Battle!"

"Uh, no. I don't do Pokemon and all that crap."

"You have to!" Ash interrupted, "Those are the rules!"

For a moment, Hank paused until he replied, "Even if you don't have Pokemon?"

"Yes!"

"What the hell? That doesn't make any sense!"

"Well, those are the rules…"

"Damn the rules!" Hank shouted as he withdrew his .44 Magnum revolver. Everyone backed off, including a few bystander trainers. "I'm walking away…" Hank began "without a battle. I've had a hard fucking day and I'm walking way. Any questions?" Everyone stopped and listened to Hank's tirade.

After a momentary silence the trainer said, "…Yes?"

Hank turned around and blew away the trainer's left leg. A woman in the back began to cry. Hank let some people tend to the one-legged trainer. He then walked away. Ash soon ran up to follow. "Why the hell did you do that?" Ash cried.

"You'll never understand why I do what I do," Hank answered.

A while into the journey and 2 Pokemon later, Ash and Hank came to a stop. A building in the distance lit up the evening sky. Ash was curious, but Hank was wary. Upon closer examination the sign said "XXX—All Nude Girls!" Hank soon became quite upset. Ash on the other side became more interested. "Oh no, we are not going in there," He said.

"C'mon, it can't be too bad," Ash told Hank, "I think we can find some good trainers there!"

"Fine, we can go, but don't do anything stupid."

"It will be good, chill-man."

"Tell me you didn't say 'chill.'"

Hank and Ash moseyed into the strip joint. It had been a while since Hank had been in one—or seen any real-life naked woman for that matter, "Oh, good God," He muttered.

"Hey! This place isn't too bad!" Ash responded.

In a motion of both disappointment and depression, Hank went up to the bar. Ash, automatically, went up to the stripper stage. "Give me one very large Bass Ale." Hank told the very attractive female bartender.

"Hey good looking," she said, "wanna go upstairs for a wild ride?"

"Uh…no thanks, I'm good." Hank answered.

"Are you sure, I'm really hot, and I think it will be very nice."

"Well…" Hank pondered. He wasn't really up-to-date with sexual terms and slang, for all he knew she could have meant playing video games, not having hot sex. "Okay, just for a little while."

"All right! Hey Maggie, take over the bar will ya?" The woman told another bartender. She almost dragged Hank up the rickety staircase that lead to a long hallway.

Meanwhile Ash was still at the stage to watch the next dance act. Three gorgeous women walked out on the stage fully nude from the curtain. He cheered until he saw the fourth. She was a lot younger, his age, and a little attractive, but he didn't care—he had fallen head-over-heels in love. They rolled out a large see-through water tank—with some male stagehands for help—with a diving board facing the crowd. They all went in one by one doing freestyle dives. Then they did some seductive underwater routines. By this time, Ash was speechless at the youngest one's little beauty. He wanted her so bad. When the act was over, he had the audacity to go backstage and ask for her. He went up to the three older women performers drying themselves off.

"Hi!" He chimed, "I was wondering where your other performer partner is."

"Oh!" The oldest one said, "You mean our little sister, Misty. We're all sisters."

"Okay, so where is she?" Ash asked.

"She's in our dressing room, number 69, go and see her!"

"All right! Thanks!"

Ash went to the dressing rooms to find the suitably numbered 69 and he knocked on the door.

"Come in!" the voice inside said.

Ash thought, Oh man! This is it! He opened the door.

Hank went into the bedroom, needless to say, he was confused. The woman closed the door behind him. Nor were there no video games, there was no TV either, "Uh…." Hank began, facing her, "What are you planning we…" He was cut off, because she began to make out with him while he was talking. Hank turned her around and pushed her on the bed. She bounced when she hit the bed and giggled when she did. Hank began again, "Is that what this is all about? I don't even know your name!"

"I'm Valorie, now can we have sex?" The woman said eagerly.

"Absolutely not! I'm a God-fearing Christian man. At least I try to be," he said to himself, "Anyway, you think you can just get laid by some random guy who walks in the door?"

"Yes, basically."

"No boyfriend or anything to accompany time with?"

"Who are you to judge? Don't you have a wife too?"

Hank paused. He responded by punching a gaping hole in the wall. "Don't you ever ask about my wife again," He answered.

Cowering in fear, Val soon apologized. She looked at the elbow-deep hole in the wall, then at his hand, which was bleeding. "Here," She said getting up, "let me get you some bandages." She ran into the bathroom and got some gauze and tape. She had Hank sit down and she knelt beside him to dress his wound, "You don't mind me patching you up, do you?"

"No, I don't mind," Hank said, "I shouldn't have scared you like that. It's just really hard to go back that quick. I'm sorry."

"Well, I hope everything works out for you. I think you're all set."

"Thank you for fixing up my arm," He said getting up, "I ran across some scum earlier today. If you know anyone in what they call Team Rocket, tell them Hank's coming for them," He then left her in the room and went outside to wait for Ash.

Anxious, Ash entered Misty's dressing room. She was wearing a robe, but nothing under it. Ash was so nervous, even though she was very friendly. She stood up from her vanity and walked up to him. "I-I-I-I-I'm A-A-ass-Ash! I enj-j-j-joyed your p-p-p-parts-performance!" He stuttered.

"Thank you…" she paused, "…Are you a Pokemon Trainer? You look like one."

"Y-yes, I am"

"Oh! You know, I've been looking for the right trainer to leave this business with. Do you mind if I come travel with you?"

"Why, I, uh, sure!"

"Are you okay?"

"Of course! W-what makes you think that I'm n-not okay?"

"Just curious. Do you want to have sex with me?"

It then dawned on him. He had found the path men have strived to find since women showed up on earth. He could just get sex without all the talk, "Y-y-…" he began but it was too late. She had already tackled him to the ground. She ripped his pants open to see his average size dick, and she then pulled her robe back. She put a condom on Ash while he was in awe of her body. She then began to slide her wet-with-fluid pussy on his dick. He grabbed her waist and move a little with her movements. They went up and down for a while, until Misty began to come a little early, her loud moans gave way to excited cries as she had a orgasm. Ash then began to come too, but he held his condom on and he got fluid all over his hands and crotch. They stayed there for a while until one of Misty's sister knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Ah! Yes!" Misty answered.

"Wow," Ash said quietly after Misty's sister left, "I just lost my virginity."

"…Me too," Misty replied.

They got up, cleaned themselves off, got dressed, Misty packed up her stuff, and they exited the room. One of Misty's sisters asked her where she was going. "I'm going to travel with my new boyfriend, Ash!" Misty replied.

Boyfriend, Ash thought, I bet Hank's going to be surprised! They went outside to see Hank standing against the wall. He sipped on his Beck's Lager and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Misty! Fellow Trainer and Ash's new girlfriend!" She answered.

"Oh boy. The more the merrier. C'mon, we need to get to the next town by dawn." Hank told them.

"Okay! Let's go!" They both said.

"Would you two stop it?" Hank ordered. He was already annoyed at Ash and Misty's "lovey-dovey" acts.

They came up to a mid-sized city when Hank flashed back. He saw SAMs flying around, AAA clouds bursting, MiGs flying by, F-105s and F-4s. Then he saw the Team Rocket logo in blood on the wall. Hank went on his knees and cried out in pain. Ash and Misty went to help him and they got him on his feet. They helped him to the nearest hospital. They checked him in and waited for the doctor. After an hour, the doctor arrived.

"Your friend Hank has Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder," the doctor said, "I gave him a tranquilizer and he'll have to stay here for tests."

"Should we come back to get him?" Misty asked.

"Yes, by that time he will be better, so we'll keep an eye out for him"

Misty and Ash decided to leave Hank with the hospital and get him later. They would go out to see the city. They were in Pewter City, and the Pokemon gym leader there was Brock—rock Pokemon were his specialty, along with drugs. Lots of drugs. Ash was excited about getting his first badge. Misty was too—for him, at least. She had no desire for gym badges, oddly enough. They first checked into the cheapest motel in town.

When they got in the room, they immediately began to make out. They both took off their packs and walked into the bathroom, while still making out. Misty then turned the shower on and turned to Ash and stripped. Ash hopped in as soon as he stripped too. They were both equally horny. Ash pushed Misty up against the shower wall. He shoved his penis up her vagina as far as he could. She cried out and held on to him as he humped her harder and harder. Soon Ash realized he had no protection! He slipped his Johnson out just in time. He sighed in relief when they both came separately. They paused for about a minute and then began to make out again.

Hank woke up to the sounds of the Guess Who. Nurse Joy turned around and helped him be more comfy. He turned to let her know he was awake. "Excuse me," Hank began, "but, where am I?"

"You're at the hospital." she said as sexy as she could, "I normally work with Pokemon, but I knew you were here." She then shoved her breasts into his face saying, "Oh Hank, fuck me! Fuck me!"

"What the hell?" Hank pushed her away, "What's with these women today?"

"I thought you'd want some ass before you went to Rehab."

"Well, screw off!"

"Okay!"

"No! Not like that!"

"…Sorry…"

"Dammit." Hank got up to go to rehab. While he walked down the hallway, he realized he had no idea why he was in the hospital in the first place. Scared, Hank ran back to the room to find his .44 in his pack, but it was gone. His 1911 was still there, so he took that out and hid in a corner in the room. The doctor came in.

"Hank it's all right, everything is going to be okay," The doctor said softly, "you're in for PTSD. You blacked out pretty hard and we just wanted you to stay for a while."

"Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?" Hank said, "From my war years?"

"No, from something else…"

"Don't ever ask about my wife!" Hank pointed the .45 to the doctor's head.

"Hank please put that gun down" the doctor was surprisingly calm. Hank lowered the gun and put it in his pack. Then, two men came in and jammed a needle on Hank's left rear. Hank fell on the hospital bed and slept.

After having sex for 4 straight hours, Ash decided that he needed to go to the gym. He had caught 4 new Pokemon in the forest, and was determined to win. When Ash and Misty arrived at the gym, they looked at the list of trainers who had beaten Brock. The one most recent was none other than the 'greatest trainer, ever' Gary. Ash was only too pissed to see he was too late to beat Gary.

They entered the building to see a trainer waiting for someone to cross him on the path to Brock. It was a Sub-Leader, a good trainer who would be put up before the real Gym Leader. "You ready to battle?" he said.

"Fuck yeah!" Ash responded.

They began. Ash sent out Pikachu and the Sub-Leader sent out Geodude, basically a rock with a face and arms. Ash didn't know this, but electric type Pokemon—like Pikachu, were useless against rock types. To put it bluntly, Ash was in for a hard time. "Uh…" The Sub-Leader said, "That Pokemon won't work man."

"What!" Ash looked down at Pikachu, "Shit! You're worthless!"

"Not exactly, electric are really good against water."

"You don't have water types, asshole!"

"Hold on, man. You have other Pokemon, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Just use those!"

"Okay!" Ash took Pikachu back and sent out Caterpie. The two Pokemon used the attack "Tackle" against each other. Since they were the same level, they just hit each other back and forth. After five straight minutes, the Geodude fell over and perished from the earth. Ash had won.

"Good job!" The Sub-Leader told Ash, "Now go and kick Brock's ass!"

"All right!" Ash responded. He went up to the throne that Brock was sitting on.

"Whoa, man." Brock commented leaning up against the gym wall, "I am reallllly high! Do you want to battle?"

"Yes sir! Let's do it!" Ash said.

"Okay…" Brock sent out another Geodude, and Ash sent out his Caterpie. Caterpie gave this Geodude a tackle too. Only when the Geodude responded, The Caterpie fell in one hit. Ash was shocked, but he sent out more Pokemon. One by one, they fell like flies. Soon all that was left was Pikachu, and all that could do was non-offence moves. After 10 minutes, Ash ran out of Pokemon. He felt so bad, and Brock felt bad for him too.

"Sorry, man," Brock went over to Ash. "Hey, how 'bout I come and train with you?"

"Sure! That'd be great!" Ash responded. They went to see Misty who was waiting near the doors. Misty and Brock looked at each other like they knew each other, but said nothing.

"Did you win?" Misty asked Ash.

"No…" Ash began, then Brock handed him something. It was the badge, "Uh, I guess I did! Also, Brock is coming to train with us!"

"Oh! Good!" They all went to the motel, got their stuff, Brock got his stuff at his house, and went to the hospital to get Hank back.

"Do you think Hank is ready to go?" Ash asked the doctor.

"We'll see soon enough," The doctor replied. They entered Hank's room and he was watching a hunting show on the TV.

"Hey," Hank pointed to Brock, "who's that?"

"This is the gym leader here, Brock, who is coming with us to train!" Ash said.

"Hi, man." Brock said.

"Gee, might as well take the whole city with us!" Hank said.

"Do you think you're ready to leave Hank?" Misty asked.

"Well doc?" Hank asked the doctor.

"You should really stay for a night, you're pretty bent out of shape," The doctor answered.

"Is there anything legally binding me here?" Hank asked.

"Uh, no."

"Then I'm leaving,"

"Oh boy!" The three said in unison.

It had been about an hour since Hank had gotten out of the hospital. He and the gang approached a large mountain with what appeared to be a crater on the top. "Boy," Hank began, "That would be one hell of a mountain to climb, good thing we can just hike around the foothills."

"Um, no we can't," Ash told Hank, "We have to go through Mount Moon, in the cave."

"…What? Why can't we go around?"

"It's against the rules," Brock chimed.

"…Damn it!" Hank mumbled.

They all entered the large cave. In about five hours, Ash had caught two more Pokemon thus adding to his Pokedex memory. Hank professionally killed 15 Pokemon without anyone knowing. Misty got just more aroused by watching Ash catch his new Pokemon. And Brock smoked ten joints. Hank had his watch, but nobody else understood Zulu time, so they just traveled until they were all worn out. They bedded down on a dry semi-soft spot. "If you two have sex around me," Hank pointed to Ash and Misty, "I'll go ape-shit on your ass."

"Whoa, they have sex all the time?" Brock asked Hank.

"Yeah, all the time."

"Can you film some of it for me?"

"No! Do it yourself!"

"Well, okay!"

"Damn pervert…" Hank began to disassemble his .44 Mag. He cleaned the firearm so well that you could see your reflection in the blued steel.

"Ash," Misty began watching Hank, "Why is Hank like he is?"

"I don't know. He never opens up to anyone. He seems very hurt, but never talks about it." Ash told Misty.

"You've known him before, was he always like this?"

"No. He wasn't. When I was about 11-years-old, I met Hank with my mom. I remember how he was. He used to be so, so jolly. So kind. Whenever we saw him at the deli, he used to think I was a great kid, 'So much potential!' he'd say. Maybe three years later it all changed.

"We went to the restaurant, and he wasn't there. Someone came up to my mom and told him something. He never told me what it was. He just said we weren't going to see Hank again for a while. I didn't see him again until I was 17, and then, Hank got bitter, cold. By that time, Mom was kind-of away from my life, but I never knew what happened to Hank."

"Do you think it was his military service with the US?"

"No, that was before this, he just got, cold."

"Hmm.…Maybe, we should try to help him be less bitter, that way, we can all be happy!"

"Great! Let's have sex!"

"Okay!" Ash and Misty ripped all their clothes off and made passionate love to each other on the ground. Brock was behind a rock filming the whole thing.

"Man," He said, "this kicks fucking ass!"

Misty saw Brock and turned to him and asked him to come over to them. "So I hear," Misty began, "You have some real kick-ass drugs, eh?"

"Yeah, man! Of course!" Brock answered.

"Well, would you care to share some?" Ash asked.

"Sure man!" Brock said. He started them off with a few joints, then the bong, and finally, shot up some heroin. After the first shot of heroin, Ash got a major hard on for no reason. He jumped on top of Misty and began to give her the bone. She had a little sense in her, so she made him get off for a second so she could put a rubber on him with her mouth. Brock got hard too, and he wanted a piece, so he took his clothes off and while they were standing naked, Brock went around Misty and stuck his penis up her backside.

They were all there, having a threesome. Ash and Brock facing each other, and Misty in between facing Ash. That is until she fell over. She landed on her side with an "oof," seeing Ash and Brock high, and hugging each other as if she were still there. Brock without thinking bent over in front of Ash and they began to make non-knowing gay-sex. Misty got up and put her hand up her vagina while watching them. She had to admit, it turned her on.

It was right about then when Hank walked over to see what the commotion was. When he arrived, he paused, looking at them and they paused soon after. Hank's eye twitched a second before he got on his knees and threw up until there was nothing left in his stomach. Ash and Brock came to their senses and stepped away from each other. Ash stood close to Misty, who stopped jacking off. Hank wiped his face, and looked at them. "You guys are all disgusting," Hank said, "Just plain disgusting." And he threw up again.

Later that night, Hank couldn't sleep. He got out of his fart-sack and went behind a large bolder to take a leak. Something caught his eye. He turned but saw nothing. Hank now became suspicious. He went back to his stuff to see something on top of his fart-sack. He grabbed his flashlight and turned it on to reveal a little pink Pokemon. It was a Clefairy, a real weird one. Hank didn't know this, so he took his .45 out and shot it to pieces. It woke everyone up.

"Hank, what was it?" Misty asked.

"I don't know, something weird," Hank answered, "I just hope…" He stopped—a noise was getting louder and louder. "Never mind," Hank said and ran back to his pack. He grabbed his 12 gauge and began to feed shells into it. Hank told Brock to point his large flashlight towards the front of them. When Brock to turn it on, the bright light revealed hundreds of Clefairies. With a growl, Hank began to fire. The first shell of 00 Buckshot blew four of them to little pink pieces. Then the Pokeman charged the gang.

"They're all Pokemon!" Ash cried, "I can catch one!"

"Before or after they kill us?" Hank screamed at Ash as he was blowing Clefairies away. Hank screamed "Reloading!" to warn the others to cover him. The gang didn't really know what to do, so the Pokemon mob gained ground. In the momentary cease-fire, Ash found the perfect chance to catch one. He did by throwing a Poke ball into the crowd.

"Yeah! Got one!" Ash said.

"Good, now we need to get the hell out of here!" Hank yelled. He grabbed everything and they all ran to the top of a tall boulder. They all sat up there and shot any Pokemon that came too close. Soon Hank had had enough of the stalemate.

"What are you getting?" Brock asked Hank as he reached into his pack.

"A little something I call a 'Molotov Cocktail,'" Hank answered. He pulled out a glass bottle filled with some fluid, with a rag tied around the neck. Hank got out a lighter and lit the end of the rag. It caught fire and Hank threw it into the mob. 10 must have died on impact, and another 14 caught on fire and died slow deaths. Hank roared with laughter as he lit another and threw it too. Everyone was shocked at this act, except Hank, he was having a ball.