by Martial Arts Master
The original concept of Pokemon and all related characters copyrighted by Nintendo, Game Freak, Creatures Inc., 4Kids, TV Tokyo, Satoshi Tajiri, and Wizards of the Coast. All characters I use as Pokewomen are copyrighted by their original creators and owners. I made up Rick and Orville, though. See the first chapter for the rules by which the Pokewomen world operates by. Now, on with the story.
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Demona eventually touched down in Saffron City, and Rick got off of her back.
"Thanks for the ride," Rick said to her.
"Yeah, yeah," Demona said, and she flew far away, presumably returning to Aya, her trainer.
Rick shrugged, but then his stomach growled.
That's when it hit him. He'd forgotten to eat breakfast that day!
That meant he'd forgotten to feed his Pokewomen, too.
Luckily, as Rick checked his watch, he saw it was lunchtime, and he went to the Pokecenter, healed his Pokewomen, and then went inside still another fast-food place.
Once inside, Rick ordered a double-helping of what he usually ordered for everyone.
Then, they sat down to eat.
It took longer than usual because Rick had ordered double the food than usual.
After they had finished eating, once again they heard people talking at the next table.
"My goodness, this city's gym leader is insane!" one girl said. "My Pokewoman, Akane Tendo from the Ranma 1/2 series, lost against her Pokewoman, and it was only because I'm a good runner that I was able to escape her!"
"Yeah, she's psychotic all right," a boy replied. "My Pokewoman, Luna from the Sailor Moon series, lost in three seconds. The gym leader was about to do something horrible to me, but her father helped me escape."
At this, Rick got nervous. Not only did this gym leader sound tough, she also sounded nasty.
But Rick wouldn't let this balk him. After all, he couldn't go to the Indigo League without all eight badges.
He recalled his Pokewomen, rushed outside, and went to the gym.
Once inside the gym, he was walking down a hallway, with many rooms along the way.
He peeked into those rooms and saw something amazing.
There were ordinary-looking people...but they were practicing bending spoons with their minds!
Did these people have psychic powers?
Suddenly someone walked up to Rick.
"What are you doing here?" that someone, who was male, asked.
"I've come to challenge the gym leader to a match!" Rick said.
"The only way to get to the great Sabrina is to bend a spoon," the man said, holding up a spoon. "Most people do not have psychic powers, so you may bend the spoon in any way you wish, but you must not have help."
"Fine," Rick said, taking the spoon. He saw himself as pretty strong anyway.
He took the spoon, and then tried to bend it.
After much grunting and groaning, he managed to snap it in half.
The man was surprised, but then said, "Very well, come with me."
Rick followed the man into a room at the end of the hallway.
The room was huge!
At the end, behind a screen, was a very small girl with blue hair, dressed in 1920's fashion.
The man Rick had followed into the room turned around and left.
"I am Rick, from Pallet Town, and I challenge you to a match, Sabrina!" Rick shouted, remembering that the man had referred to the gym leader as the "great Sabrina".
"I'd love to battle you!" the little girl said happily.
Rick smirked. Well, that was easy.
"But there's a price for losing even greater than not getting the badge," the little girl added.
"What's that price?" Rick asked.
"If you lose, you have to be my friend and play with me," the little girl said.
Rick completely forgot what he'd heard in the fast-food place, and thought he had it figured out.
This little girl was obviously very lonely, and all she really wanted was someone to play with.
How could Rick refuse in good conscience?
"Ok, sure!" Rick said, beaming. "If I lose, 'course I'll be your friend."
That's when someone appeared behind the little girl.
That someone was a black-haired lady about Rick's height. She was dressed in a red suit.
"I am Sabrina, and I accept your challenge," she said in an unusually calm voice.
"You tricked me! Then who's the little girl?" Rick asked angrily.
"She's just a doll," Sabrina said.
"All right, how many Pokewomen?" Rick asked.
"One-on one. Go, Jean Grey," Sabrina said, throwing a Poke Ball.
A red-haired woman in a superhero-style jumpsuit appeared.
She had an X on her suit.
Rick pointed his Pokedex at the Pokewoman.
The Pokedex said, "Jean Grey. This is a character from a TV series called X-Men. She has telekinetic and telepathic powers, and she has an alter-ego called the Pheonix, who can control fire."
Rick remembered how, to capture Anita, he had to have Birdie give her a "brain freeze".
Surely that would work on Jean Grey, too.
"Go, Birdie!" Rick said, sending out Birdie.
"Birdie, freeze her head!" Rick said.
Birdie tossed some ice at Jean Grey.
Sabrina's eyes glowed yellow, and Jean Grey telekinetically slammed the ice back at Birdie, freezing her instead.
Sabrina's eyes glowed brighter, and Jean Grey concentrated.
The frozen Birdie was lifted up telekinetically, and then slammed into the ground.
She was lifted up again, and then slammed into the ground.
Jean Grey's well-trained, Rick thought.
He thought this because somehow, Jean Grey was slamming Birdie into the ground hard enough to cause her pain, but not hard enough to break the ice.
Jean Grey kept on telekinetically slamming her, and finally Birdie fell unconscious.
Rick gasped. That had been a quick loss.
"Now you have to keep your promise," Sabrina said. "I'll turn you into a doll so you can play with me forever."
Rick gasped and turned to flee, but Sabrina froze him in place with her psychic powers.
That's when somebody teleported in.
Rick thought it was a Pokewoman who had the ability to teleport, but to his surprise, it was a man!
The man teleported again, and this time, Rick was teleported with him, to who knows where...
To be continued...
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You're probably thinking, "Oh no, not another new trainer fic that the author won't bother to finish!" Well, let me tell you, I hate those kinds of fics too, and let me tell you in advance that I DO plan on finishing this fic. I never start a fic that I don't intend to finish. In fact, if I'm lying about planning to finish the fic, may I get pounded by a madman. E-mail all questions and comments to bleifer@msn.com.