Chapter 11: Chelsea the Miltank

Michael woke up next to three girls. This shocked him, until he realized he was still in his street clothes. They spent all of last night just talking about feelings. Honestly, the girls did most of the talking, whereas Michael mostly listened and hugged.

Still, Sandie's words from yesterday haunted him.

"I don't want to die."

What would his battle plan be? He needed his team to be as strong as possible to avoid another horrible situation. Michael downloaded a map off the internet and considered his options. There were three choices: head south to Goldenrod City, hike a treacherous route east to Mahogany Town, or west to Olivine. He thought about the gyms. Fortunately, Mahogany Town had no gym and would be a waste of time. Goldenrod had normal type moemon to fight. Olivine and Cainwood each had a general weakness for two of his moemon, however varied the advantage was.

Bubbles was up and making cereal. Everyone else was stirring.

"Bubbles, I hate to say it, but I need another moemon. A strong moemon I can rely on."

"Yes, that would be helpful," Bubbles agreed in a pre-breakfast tone.

He thought about the game. He had good coverage, but his moemon just weren't tough enough, generally speaking. There were some pretty scary opponents in this world, and merely being good enough for the games was nothing compared to the actual challenge.

"Route 38" Michael said out of the blue. He caught a miltank when he played the games, and it was pretty useful.

"Huh?" Bubbles said.

"Miltanks. Are they usually tough?" Michael said. He was tempted to ask about their cup size, because cow pokemon may translate big-breasted moemon.

"Yes, that would be helpful," Bubbles stated.

"I just don't know if I should…" Michael said.

"Do you have anything against huge boobs?" Bubbles asked taking the first bites of her breakfast.

"No, but thank you for warning me. I mean, I don't know if it would be okay to capture the moemon."

"I'm sure a miltank will be good addition to society. Is it okay to capture her? I'm not sure, but I don't know if you're okay to be making decisions now. It sounds like a good idea to me. If it would also make you happy, then go for it."

"This isn't about making me happy." Michael sat down. It shouldn't fit in his equation, but he asked anyways. "But you really peaked my curiousity. How big are their boobs. E? F? G?"

"Way, way, past that." Bubbles made a large moving gesture with her hand.

Okay, now Michael was super curious on what they looked like. In fact, he wanted to do more than just see mega-boobs on a girl. He had never been into the idea before, but huge boobs just resonated with him today. "Okay, I'm going to try this capturing thing again."

Ella lead him off the beaten road. She could sense various moemon through smell and sound. Michael kept a compass out mainly for detecting magnemites. The forest wasn't very dense so they were moving relatively quick. This also meant they were pretty far off course. Ella was focused entirely on her assignment.

Michael thought about what it would mean to capture another moemon. Yes, that would make his team safer, but at what costs?

"Ella, I'm not sure about doing this," Michael whispered.

"Quiet, I told you I'm good at tracking," Ella responded.

"It's just, capturing a moemon... It's been bugging me. I don't know if I should.

"We can take her, we have a strong team." Ella said. As 'should' is an entirely different word from 'can', it was Ella who didn't understand what Michael meant. "I singled out one near the coast. We're almost there. Be silent, now."

Michaels pace slowed as he tried to go silent. After a minute or so of sneaking, Ella put up her arm to stop him. She pointed beyond the trees. He laid his eyes on the first miltank he ever saw.

She didn't see them yet, as she was munching on some bounded tall grass while relaxing on a the sand, watching the waves of the ocean. Her breasts were a bit larger than he imagined, and her waist seemed a bit too small to support a girl that size. Upon closer inspection, she probably wasn't as skinny as Michael, or even any of his moemon, but she wasn't fat. She wore a white shirt with pink spots on the side, and very short shorts on her muscular legs. Her wavy black hair had quite a bit of pink in it and went down to her shoulders. She had cute cow ears and a tail with a ball on the end, confirming she was indeed a catchable moemon. She was a lot cuter than he ever imagined, and Michael felt his cheeks turn red.

His gaze shift from the grass meal to her large chest. Huge as promised. With such an adorable girl, he couldn't help but wonder what hugging her would be like. At the very least, he found the ideal moemon to capture. He felt lucky and didn't think he would get another opportunity if he changed his mind.

"I think Sandie would be good help for this," Ella very silently whispered. Michael nodded and returned her. Michael walked slowly to the beach. He had time, as there was a very large pile of tied grass next to her. However, after he reached the sandy ground, a snap sounded beneath his foot.

The moemon hopped up to her feet, quite like how a human girl with that build (if they exist) can't. This shocked Michael, who forgot to account for any possible supernatural athleticism common to certain species of moemon.

"Who are you?!" she yelled, turning to Michael.

Before he let her ascertain his species, he threw out a pokeball. "Go Sandie, use confuse ray!" Michael commanded as he shown himself to the Miltank.

"Okay!" Sandie responded. Sandie glowed as she made a flashing light between her hands. Michael looked away to avoid getting affected by his own moemon's attack.

The super busty girl was a lot faster than either Sandie or Michael expected, and she kicked her foot square into Sandie's chest.

"Try getting up from that!" the miltank yelled as Sandie landed.

"Sandie, return!"

"So you're the pervert who wants to capture me. How many moemon do you have left!?" she said, raising her hoof in the threatening manner."

"I have four more girls after Sandie," Michael announced holding up exactly that many fingers.

Michael realized his mistake and cringed at the memory of losing Pinky.

"Three more moemon, actually," he corrected himself holding up Aerie's pokéball. "Three."

"Are you alright? You're not very focused," the girl said sounding with obvious pity.

Micahel resolved "Aerie, come out and use hypnosis."

Aerie materialized in front of the miltank and the girl slowly collapsed with her eye closed. Michael threw a pokéball and the girl disappeared into it. Michael looked at the pokéball on the ground, thinking of the tough girl inside it, until it suddenly broke open, the wild moemon glaring angrily at him.

"So, you really do intend to capture me." She said, clearly not as affected by hypnosis as he thought.

"Aerie, use hypnosis and stay up high out of her range," Micheal command.

"With pleasure," Aerie happily replied. As she flew up. Michael wondered why Aerie respond like that. Aerie flew up high about ten meters, far beyond where the a hand-to-hand fighter could reach.

The overly endowed miltank then marched over to Michael. He was now face to face with his intended captive. Oh, shit. That's why. Her knee went into Michael's gut and Michael fell over holding his stomach in pain.

"Like hell I'm making eye contact when she's all the way up there!" she said.

"Aerie. Help!" Michael struggled to yell.

Aerie flew down and she attacked the miltank, with expected retaliation from the latter.

"I couldn't help but laugh a bit when she did that," Aerie said.

The miltank caught Aerie by the ankle and pulled her down into a downwards kick. Without mercy, the miltank delivered a stomped on her back.

"Fucking shit!" Aerie said as miltank jumped up in the air. Michael returned Aerie before she received an elbow drop.

Michael fell over with the next pokéball in his hand. He felt himself nearly throw up. He looked to the ground nearly passing out from the pain in the torso.

"I didn't hit you that hard, did I?" He heard a female voice say. There was genuine concern in how she said it. He looked up and saw her looking down with mostly pink bangs. Whatever manner of women's undergarment she had kept her burdensome rack in a fairly round shape as fairly in her shirt as possible.

That's right. I'm trying to capture this girl. Why is she looking at me so kindly? Is she just that kind of a person.

He forgot his painful stomach and failed to get up. "Please don't push yourself. By the way, did that vulpix you called Sandie know the firespin technique? It would have made more sense to use that move. You don't really seem focused on capturing me. I get the impression you don't even want to be here."

"I want to capture you fair and square. I won't give up or let you get away," Michael said holding his pokeball with Ella in it.

"Honor. Is that why you only use one moemon at a time?"

Michael paused, thinking about how he didn't think out this capture. "Yes."

"Okay, I won't run away. I shouldn't have hit you while you were down. You're clearly going through a rough patch. You can send out your next moemon when you are ready."

Michael saw her extend her hand. He looked up and she seemed generally concerned for him. She even had a visible bruise on her arm from Aerie's attacks. Michael accepted her hand and she pulled him up. Michael squinted in pain a bit, but he didn't want to show weakness in front of his future moemon.

He decided the pain abated enough to focus through it. When he actually managed to get a grasp on his situation, he noticed that the smile she gave him made him feel happy. Maybe she didn't think he was a bad person, or maybe she didn't think this would amount to anything. Michael threw out Ella's pokéball.

"Use mach punch!"

The punch seemingly came out of the white light itself as the miltank took it with the biggest look of surprise on her face.

"Another hit, as hard as possible. Don't stay close to her," Michael commanded.

The miltank braced herself into a ball as Ella stuck her hard again. Michael threw another pokéball.

The pokéball shook a few times. It jumped up into the air and broke apart. The escapee was panting a bit heavily, but she had a look of determination. Ella diligently gave her another high velocity punch straight into the stomach.

The cowgirl grabbed the small bug girl and threw her down to the ground. She pounced the smaller girl before she could get back up.

"Ella, you did amazing. Return!"

Bubbles was sent out. He couldn't just give up, as that would be an insult to the moemon that fought miltank already. Then he saw her face and realized the kind miltank he was fight was angry. It was different, now. Michael had a thought about what she would do to him if she won.

"Bubbles, attack!"

Bubbles started with a spray to the face and used that as a cover to get in close. The miltank defended herself well, and even seemed to get the upper hand, but the blue haired girl dived and bit the miltank on the leg and the wild moemon fell over.

"God, that's hurts," miltank said, kicking Bubbles off of her.

Michael quietly shuffled through his bag and found a Great Ball he picked up during his journey. The overly endowed girl made and easy target as she got up. The ball flew and the girl manage to let off the beginning of a high pitched scream before being turned into light.

The Great Ball took quite a beating from the inside, but alas it shook no more.

"Good!" Bubble said. "We caught a pretty touggggh-" Bubbles must have saw the expression on Michael's. "Let's just go to the city. It's not going to be safe for long."

Michael walked over to the Great Ball. "You're right, Bubbles. We better get going." He never noticed how cold pokeballs were until he picked it up.

Moemon: Chelsea (Miltank)

Type: Normal

Sex: Female

Nature: Quirky

Passive: Think Bosom

Active: Scrappy

Height: 164 cm (5' 4")

Mass: 82 Kg (179 Lbs)

Breast Size: N

Attacks: Judo, Defense Curl, Wrestling

Info: Miltank are naturally tough female moemon of the tauros species. They are caring moemon, although they expect others to be as tough as they are. Most can lactate without giving birth. They are renowned for their large breast, which average from K to L in cup sizes upon adulthood.

"What the hell am I doing out here?" Michael said, looking down at the Great Ball. He was looking at her ball, considering everything about his journey ever since he arrived at Olivine City Moemon Center. He was alone with Bubbles in a checked out room.

"I don't know what to say to that. She did seem quite resistant, but almost none of us wanted to be with you at first. Now, I really do feel like I' fallen in love with you, despite my earlier uncertainty," Bubbles said laying face up on the bed, "I've seen it enough times before. Give it enough time, and I'm sure everyone else will follow."

"I can't just assume that everyone will. She had her guard down because she felt sorry for me. I couldn't have captured her otherwise."

"Have you considered that you are probably just more sensitive? Losing Pinkie was hard on everyone."

Michael sighed. "I was under cute charm when I caught Aerie. Cute charm also made me never consider giving Pinky up. Of course I'm more concerned. I feel like I just finally reached my right mind. If I can't get in a good college, then that's something I have to accept. Maybe I could return home if I really pressure Elm to get back." Michael looked at Bubbles. "Unless, that would mean I'll have to leave you." Another sigh left Michael's mouth.

"I'm sure I could pass for human in your world, but I'm sure no government is willing to take the risk for your convenience."

"Isn't there an alternative?" Michael asked.

"Professor Elm might know. I think the methods of either divining or deriving the world paths are keep really secret. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone who knows a secret way back on this journey. There's some really crazy things in this world."

"It sure is a tough situation to be in." Michael said. "I just can't ignore the suffering I cause to others because of it being a situation I was never prepared for. I really need talk to her and apologize. I can't stop thinking about her inside the pokéball, and how horrible and terrified she's feeling."

Michael threw the pokéball on the bed and the girl appeared there, laughing.

Yes, laughing.

"Um, Chelsea? Are you alright?" Michael ask utterly confused.

Chelsea calmed down with her laughing.

"Well, I guess… it's just sort of funny."

"Funny?" both Michael and Bubbles said.

"I wanted you to fight at full strength and when you do, I get captured."

"Don't you regret helping me?"

"I guess I'm too nice for my own good when it comes down to it. I would probably regret it either way. I just can't imagine how bad I would have felt if I was a jerk to you. It's probably not as bad as being captured, though."

Suddenly her smile went away.

"I see you summoned me here on this bed. I suppose you want me to start striping or something. I'm just, um new, to er. I mean, as a trainer, you've had sex with all your moemon, right?" she asked depressingly.

"What? The bed means nothing. Oh no, I just want to apologize. I've actually never had sex… with moemon… any of my moemon, I mean."

Michael's face may have turned red through his tan skin.. The pause in the sentence was all too clear.

"Really, you're a virgin?" Chelsea said, "That really breaks the stereotype. I mean, at least you're not an irresponsible guy who thinks that because humans cure one or two sexually transmitted diseases that they can just sleep with anyone willy nilly. I thought I might have been overreacting. I mean, you probably want to wait awhile. It makes sense, sort of. It's odd though. I should stop talking."

Bubbles interjected. "There's a lot about Michael you don't know, Chelsea."

Michael grabbed Bubbles hand. "I'm very happy with Bubbles now." Bubbles kissed Michael on the cheek.

"Umm, that good. She's your first. Well then, do you mind if I tell you about myself?"

"Go ahead," Michael said.

"Well, I guess since you let it slip, I guess I should tell you I'm also a virgin. I've never been in a long relationship with a male who wasn't experienced, so I always got too nervous to do it. I really never expect to live up to their standards."

Their standards were probably big boobs. "I think you may have been overestimating their standards."

"Yes, maybe. I realize that now. I would rather talk about something else. I do think you deserve your unconditional reward for catching a miltank," Chelsea said.

"Reward?"

"One hug free from terms and conditions, of course!" Chelsea said with her arms wide. "You know you've been thinking it."

Michael turned to Bubbles. "She's right about that." Bubbles hand pushed his back and two giant breast met his chest. Chelsea smiled as they embrace each other.

"So no time limit?" Michael said. She looked directly into his eyes and didn't answer.