Disclaimer:

I do not own, in any way shape or form, the concept of Pokegirls, nor do I own Pokémon. All rights lie with their respective owners. Any likeness to people alive, dead, real or fictional is purely coincidental or used to help construct the story. All OCs featured here are mine. This will contain adult material, situations and sex. If you are offended by this then please ignore this work and move on. With the boring stuff out of the way I would like to take the time to say that I am relatively new to this both to writing and Pokegirls, and that I appreciate constructive criticism and feedback. This is loosely based on the third generation's story line with the Jhoto starters making an appearance, mostly due to the fact that I was unable to find the Hoenn starter Pokegirls. Please forgive me for any inaccuracies.

Chapter 1: new beginnings

The early morning rays filtering through Terry's window found the young man restlessly fidgeting with his silver hair in an attempt to make him look his best.

"Damn, it's only 6:01." He muttered having looked at the clock for the fifth time in the last two minutes. Today is the day after his birthday and having earned his Pokegirl license yesterday he is now allowed to pick up his starter Pokegirl. The small town of Littleroot Terry calls his home claims to not only being the home of Professor Birch, but also being the most progressive town for pro-Pokegirl rights. Terry himself was the son of one of the most influential voices of the movement. His father, Norman is the Gym leader of the neighboring town of Petalburg. After an hour of restless pacing the Pokegirl lab was finally open. Heading down the stairs Terry quickly greets his mother before heading outside. He half jogged half walked to the lab.

"Hey Terry," A voice called out to him just as he reached the front doors of the lab. Turning around he caught sight of his friend May. She is a fairly pretty girl two months his senior, with sporty style to her outfit. She had been his friend ever since he stepped out of the moving van five years ago.

"Hey May, how are you." Terry waved his hand in greeting.

"Fine. Todays the day, huh?" She couldn't stop beaming. The two of them had promised to get their starters on the same day as each other, and compete to see who could reach the rank of Harem master first, in a pseudo-rivalry.

"After you," he said holding open the door for her.

The lab was small compared to other research facilities; the walls at the entrance were lined with shelves over packed with research material. In the back they spotted May's father, Professor Birch.

"Welcome you two!" Professor Birch exclaimed, giving his daughter a crushing hug, and Terry a rough clap on the back.

"We have your Pokegirls right here," leading them to a table with some pokeballs lying on top. "I called in a favor from my friend Professor Elm and had him send some Pokegirls you might feel more comfortable with, Terry." He said indicating the balls in front of Terry.

"Thanks Professor." He said feeling touched at the Professor's consideration.

"Well, shall we?" May walked over to stand in front of the other set of balls. Reaching her hand out to the ball she chose. The two of them picked up their chosen Pokegirls at the same time.

Terry chose the chikotit and released her from her ball. She was a total height of 4' 11" everything about her was slight, from her small bust to her dainty hands which featured the bud bracelet unique to chikotits. The pale yellow sundress she wore accentuated her delicate looks. Her shoulder length hair was a leafy green darker than the vines and leaves woven into it, and still a shade darker than her complexion, which could be compared to new shoots of grass. Her rather plain and flat face was dominated by her large, bright eyes. As Terry gazed into her eyes he felt enraptured with them, the best he could do was to compare them with beautifully complex emeralds. In a daze he reached out to her, when she startled from his unexpected movement breaking his trance. Putting on a comforting smile he gently stroked her head coaxing a smile out of her. He turned his attention over to May and her choice.

May was standing next to a torch chick ruffling the Pokegirls hair. The torch chick could only have been 4' 9" where Terry's companion had a delicate appearance; she gave off a rough tomboyish aura, from her short scarlet hair to what looked like a smudge of dirt under her right eye. She had red eyes that complimented her deeply tanned skin well. A small red band on left bicep was the only scrap of clothing she wore above her cutoff shorts, leaving her small A-cup breast on display. May reached out and rubbed the Pokegirl's cheek. Frowning at how the spot would not come off she rubbed a little harder, until the torch chick exploded at her calling it a birthmark. As an apology May kissed the mark, bringing a slight blush to the Pokegirl's cheeks.

"Ahem," the professor cleared his throat to get their attention. "Have you two thought of a name yet? May?"

"Umm… How about … Charcoal! Char for short."

"That kind of sounds like a boy's name." Terry quickly butted in noticing the Torch chick's look of displeasure.

"How about Spark."

*shake*

"No."

"Crimson?"

*Shake* *shake*

"Rejected."

"Torchy?"

*Shake* *shake* *shake*

"You're kidding right?"

"…Soot?"

*sigh* her Pokegirl just hangs her head in defeat.

"That one is …kind of neutral." Terry felt a slight sense of awe at her talent for naming.

"How about you Terry, what will you name your Pokegirl?" the professor asked to move them along.

He turned to his chikotit standing next to him. She looks up to him with a bit of expectation in her eyes. Looking into them he remembers the feeling he had a moment ago.

"Emerald… yeah Emerald, Emy for short."

"Okay." Emy smiled at the sound of her new name.

"Good, now I have your Pokedex and five pokeballs each for you two over here. After that you're set to begin your journey."

After leaving the lab Terry and May split up each deciding to head to their respective homes before setting out.

"I'm back," Terry calls out after letting Emy in his house. Receiving no response he looked around and found a note his mother left for him.

Terry,

Left to run some errands, I'll be back in an hour.

Love mom.

P.S. Have fun.

Just what kind of fun is she thinking about? He thought to himself sighing. Realizing that he and Emy were alone together a lite nervousness settled into his stomach.

"Master, which one is your room?"

My room? He could feel his pulse quicken at the thought of taking her there.

"Master?" curiosity and concern over his silence shown in her eyes.

"Ah, yeah I'll, uh show you." He said after a moment's hesitation. Calm down, calm down, he coached himself while climbing the stairs to his room. Ushering her in he announces, "This is it."

While looking around she heads strait for the bed and sits down on edge. "It's nice."

"Thanks," he muttered. His mind focused solely on her and the piece of furniture she was sitting on. His eye drifted down her body taking in her appearance once more, before resting on the place just hidden by the dress and legs. Unconsciously he began moving closer to her.

"Master?" she looked up into his eyes. Gazing into those eyes he already treasures he brought his face closer to hers and sealed her lips with his as she was about to say something. It changed from an innocent kiss to something more sexual as he hesitantly licked her lips coaxing her own tongue out. They continued this way until the need to breath forced them apart. An aroused blush crept into her cheeks as panted from the kiss. They locked lips again as he grabbed her arm and caressed up to her shoulder. Gently pushing her back without separating he stroked his hand downward toward the edge of her dress. Shivering with pleasure she brought her own hands to his chest and tugged at his shirt. His hand found their way upward to her meager chest, causing her to break the kiss as gasped. With his other hand he pushed the thin dress up to her breast. With her making a small sound of protest he stopped and looked up at her.

"What's wrong?" he asked suddenly nervous thinking that he made a critical mistake.

"Can I keep the dress on?"

"Why?"

"It's just… my breasts …their too small? Right?" She spoke so quietly and meekly that he almost didn't hear her. She covered her half exposed breast.

"No, they're not."

"…Really?"

He gently pushed her hand out of way kissed her nipple as his response. He licked and gently nibbled the sensitive flesh around her breast, leaving her squirming rubbing her thighs together at the sensation. She pulled back and sat up causing him to stop.

Turning around and removing her damp panties presenting her shapely ass to him, "Master, please," she begged in needy voice. He brought himself closer to her licking her pussy in long broad strokes, his mind fogged over with her earthy smell and taste.

"Not… that… I can't wait any longer master, please." He quickly got the message and started fumbling with his belt, momentarily forgetting how the simple mechanism worked. She watched him over her shoulder as he freed himself from the now far too tight confines his pants and shed the rest of his clothes. He rubbed his painfully erect cock over her slit, eliciting pleasure filled moans from her when he rubbed against her clit. He drove his full length into her slowly as to not hurt her, yet feeling his own impatience all the same. When his hips hit hers he stopped long enough ask if she was alright. She nodded her answer to him with lust filling her eyes. He started to move in long slow strokes enjoying the squeezing and softness he felt.

"Harder…" She moaned. Obliging he shifted his pace to shorter, faster movements; she started squeezing him tighter each time his hips hit hers. As he moved faster her voice became louder and louder. He could feel his body tensing and knew he was about to cum.

"Emy… I'm about to…" he growled in her ear trying to hold back as long as he could.

"Yes… me too…," she panted. Her tunnel clamping down tightly on him sent him over the edge and he released everything into her as she shouted his name. Shaking the two of them collapsed next to each other coming down from their orgasms. She crawled over and laid her head against his arm, he idly started to stroke her hair and play with the vines in it.

"I'm glad I got someone nice for my tamer," she muttered feeling the call of sleep beckoning her. Terry just smiled happily watching her as she fall asleep before drifting off himself.

He woke up a short time later dying of thirst, seeing Emy still asleep he successfully extracted himself without waking her. Heading down stairs for some water in only his boxers he greedily drank a full cup in one go. I should bring some to her too; she'll want something to drink after that. Reminding himself of what happened mere moments before, he noticed the tent in his pants. I, uh, should calm down a little before heading back up. Suddenly he felt that there was something off about the room. Turning around he nearly jumped out of his skin.

End of Chapter 1

So that was chapter one. Let me know if you liked it and tell me what you didn't like if not. I'm also open to suggestions.