Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 1: Breaking in the Cheese! It stands not alone!
As promised, we will now step into the life of one strikes fear (and also causes severe bruising), into the hearts of the not so mighty. Get ready for a story of a different young man, big tough, and into winning with power, but don't think for one minute he has no game...
We see Mark, the tall, burly bully as he walks across the road. 'Another badge'. He smiles, 'that makes 4!' hmm, seems to be behind our main man? Well, not really, for we've stepped back in time. This is shortly before Carl's trek to Vermillion. But guess who got there first, and managed a win. 'Hah! I bet that jerk Carl doesn't have this many badges... Carl, what a jackass. I haven't gotten a chance to beat him up in nearly four months now. I should've never gone on hiatus from bullying' he sighed, there was always the next chance meeting... if Carl's drab squad wasn't there that is. He wouldn't mind seeing those babes again, but that old fart, Yetis, could be better off not there, or better yet he'd be better off jumping a cliff! 'I wish I had my own squad of followers... then I'd rock! Man, I kick so much ass, literally!'
Today, the bully of bad-ass attitude will be in for a big shock, or at least... maybe a friend? Stranger things have happened. "Hello!" came a young sounding female voice. To this, the punk ogre needed to look about, and only did he manage to find the source of the voice when he looked downwards. She was... small, young too. She looked as though she could be 11 at most, and that's giving the benefit of doubt. But I'll tell you one thing, submitted trainer mode has been put into function! She was small, and was wearing a white dress. She had brown hair, and very dark colored eyes. She looked almost pure and innocent , but then again, she could be a robot. "Hi there, I'm Ophelia." or maybe she really was just a little girl "Who're you?"
Mark glanced at her, a look of concern on his face. "You shouldn't be out here alone, little one. It's dangerous all alone for someone like you. You're probably too young to even train pokemon."
"I am not!" she said, almost like a spoiled child. Mark thought it was cute. "I'm old enough to train! I'm seven and a half!" she followed it off with a hmpf. "I'll beat you in a battle too!"
"S-seven? You're way to young, kid!" he sighed, 'She should wait a few years, I see potential in her,' he glanced at her, 'I mean, give her 8 years and holy Freaking god, she'd look 'FINE'!' seems he's as big a perverse minded freak as he is just plain big. Who's the big sex minded monkey? I don't know... we'll find out later. "If it's a battle you want, fine! But I'm not going easy on you because you're just a kid!"
"Easy on me?" she looked a bit angry, "Why do all you adults wanna go easy on me?"
Mark sighed, "I am nearly 16 years old, I'm not an adult." 'Yet!' he smirked. "Besides, I'm holding NOTHING back." he smiled. "So are we gonna battle?"
She smiled, unleashing her first pokeball. From it, a large musclebound beast emerged. It wouldn't have been so bad, except... "Dude! That things got FOUR arms!" he blinked, pulling out his Pokedex. 'Machamp, the muscle pokemon. With its 4 arms, it does extraneous work out at double the capability and capacity of anything else.' "That was useless!" he blinked, "But I can win. It's a fighting type after all." he smirked. "Go Beedrill!" he unleashed his furious bug. "Start it off with a fury attack!" he commanded, as Beedrill charged at the macho...er, I mean champ, with its furious arm stingers jabbing vigorously as it went.
"Arm Thrust!" she commanded, as all four arms of the grey muscle bodied freak thrust themselves at the tiny wasp, 3 making contact before the other took the hit from the raging arm stingers.
"You're not letting that meathead beat you today!" Mark told the wasp, "Show it your Rage Attack!" and the Bug complied, flying at Machamp in an outrage of total fury.
"Machamp, Give it a Seismic Toss!" she said, trying to sound tough. The bee made contact, but it was easily swatted away, and into a grasp meant to toss clear across the world.
"You're not giving into this crap!" said Mark, "Sting its arm with ever poisonous appendage you've got!"
To this, the call of the poison was answered, and Beedrill whipped its poisonous stabbing arms at Machamp. Upon the first one making contact, the big muscle seemed to lose its focus, and after that, it was easy to inject its other arm, and its stinger beneath its muscular skin.
Machamp yelped in pain as it tossed Beedrill with no concern but for its own injured arm. It grasped it with the opposite one, while the upper hands made themselves useful, to help the beast cry a river.
"Aw!" said the young girl, "Don't cry." she said, giving the big muscular mutant a hug, who seemed to feel happier to the embrace, as he embraced in return, but even Machamp only need 2 hands to give a hug. What on earth was its uninfected hand that wasn't hugging doing.
"Dude..." said Mark, to Beedrill in a low tone. "Her pokemon is touching her ass. It looks as though he LIKES it. Like he's in love." Beedrill however, buzzed, giving a him a quick shake of its head. "What? Did I say something wrong?" the bug nodded, "What then?" the bug pointed at the Machamp, then sighed, and winced as it slightly patted Mark's crotch, then shook its head. "Holy crap!" he nearly shouted, "Watch the merchandise, dude!" he paused, trying to figure out what Beedrill was saying. "Are you say that the Machamp, isn't a dude?" the bug nodded vigorously. "Are you absolutely POSITIVE?" he seemed to almost hope that his pokemon was right, and again, Beedrill nodded. "How are you able to figure this stuff out?" But the stinger pokemon buzzed, and shrugged its piercing hands, as if to say, 'Well, you humans know each other's genders, right man? We have our own instinctive ways too, you know?'
"Want a kiss to make it all better?" the girl asked, causing Machamp made the most ironic puppy dog eyes a pokemon with muscle enough to lift 4 cars in each hand could make, and unsurprisingly, it nodded, wanting to be kissed better.
"Dude..." Mark was a bit stunned, unsure how or even what to feel. After all, this was a female pokemon in love with a little girl. (Yes, I simply have to have at least one of them female for this to work best in my mind.) "Um, did you only want a one on one battle here?" He called out, bringing the little sub-worlds back together into a reality.
Ophelia looked back up, "Yea, we're still battling." she said, "Machamp, return!" she zapped the muscular suck up back to the dimensional space known as a pokeball. "You know, I never got your name." she said.
'Whoa! She's a sharp little tyke!', "Name's Mark." he smiled, "Can we continue?"
"Uh, yea!" the un-double digit aged girl smiled, "Next up is Geodude!" she tossed the ball, unleashing the floating spherical being made entirely of rocks.
"You up for another round buddy?" Mark glanced at Beedrill, who nodded confidently. "You got it then! Start this off with Twin Needle!" he commanded, as the bug prepped its stinger hands to pierce this rock worse than a punk rock star rebel teenager.
"Not quite. Geodude, use Take Down!" the girl told the little stone mon that could... float! To this order, the small rock dashed at the bug before it could even try to attack, and it hit with quite a force too. Beedrill wasn't going to be getting up again too soon.
Beedrill fell, dazed from the odd impact, "Dude, take some time to relax." the big man recalled the bug, before he knew which pokemon to choose. "Get em Wooper!" he had unleashed his blue beaver pokemon, 'Woop!' it said as it was unleashed.
"Geo, can you handle it?" Ophy asked, receiving a wink and a thumbs up from the small rock pokemon, as well as a quick hug. "Oh, not now!" she giggled, "Just do your best." 'Dude!' it replied, before floating back to battle. "Use Defense Curl."
"You cant hide, girlie!" said Mark in a rather creepy voice, like the creep he is, "Pelt it with a great force of Water Gun!" to which the blue beaver unleashed its fury of water upon the rock who hid. It seemed that defenses weren't enough to counter 2 weaknesses to a similar attack. It lost its hold, and felt a stream of water directly upon its face. "Boo- yea!" Mark said. "Sorry kid. But I beat you fair and square."
Ophy however, didn't seem too upset however, "Eh, that's ok. You're a tough, big strong man."
Mark had to smile at that, 'I'm going to have to find a time machine one day! Cuz she's just too God Damn young right now!' "I know... listen kid, are you sure you can handle things on your own? I could hang with you if you want."
'He wants to be my friend! He's big and strong too!' she smiled, seeming to like Mark for some reason. "Yay! I could always use more friends!" she smiled, jumping up to give Mark a strangulating hug.
'This is going to be a long day!' thought Mark, who seems to now have had his work cut out for him. 'At least I have a few new claims today! I'll take the world of pokemon science by storm! Lesbian pokemon discovery will put me on the map! And better yet, I'm being responsible, while that lazy shmuck Carl has no kids to watch out for. I'm going to laugh at him real good next time I see him... at least there's some good from all this.'
A/N: Well, how's this for a change of pace? Did you all like, hate, despise? Be honest, and let me know. Remember, I'll get to your other submitted trainers when I can, and when they fit. Just remember to keep reviewing, so you'll help determine how much you like this change of pace from the main story. If you don't, let me know, and it wont last as long, (though it my come back to haunt you later when some parts get confusing.) Remember to let me know your thoughts. As for those who haven't submitted yet, don't hesitate to submit a trainer, but remember to review the story as well. No free rides here! As always, from now on, I say to you now: Keep Writing, Keep Fighting! Peace!
Odyssey of an Enemy
Chapter 1: Breaking in the Cheese! It stands not alone!
As promised, we will now step into the life of one strikes fear (and also causes severe bruising), into the hearts of the not so mighty. Get ready for a story of a different young man, big tough, and into winning with power, but don't think for one minute he has no game...
We see Mark, the tall, burly bully as he walks across the road. 'Another badge'. He smiles, 'that makes 4!' hmm, seems to be behind our main man? Well, not really, for we've stepped back in time. This is shortly before Carl's trek to Vermillion. But guess who got there first, and managed a win. 'Hah! I bet that jerk Carl doesn't have this many badges... Carl, what a jackass. I haven't gotten a chance to beat him up in nearly four months now. I should've never gone on hiatus from bullying' he sighed, there was always the next chance meeting... if Carl's drab squad wasn't there that is. He wouldn't mind seeing those babes again, but that old fart, Yetis, could be better off not there, or better yet he'd be better off jumping a cliff! 'I wish I had my own squad of followers... then I'd rock! Man, I kick so much ass, literally!'
Today, the bully of bad-ass attitude will be in for a big shock, or at least... maybe a friend? Stranger things have happened. "Hello!" came a young sounding female voice. To this, the punk ogre needed to look about, and only did he manage to find the source of the voice when he looked downwards. She was... small, young too. She looked as though she could be 11 at most, and that's giving the benefit of doubt. But I'll tell you one thing, submitted trainer mode has been put into function! She was small, and was wearing a white dress. She had brown hair, and very dark colored eyes. She looked almost pure and innocent , but then again, she could be a robot. "Hi there, I'm Ophelia." or maybe she really was just a little girl "Who're you?"
Mark glanced at her, a look of concern on his face. "You shouldn't be out here alone, little one. It's dangerous all alone for someone like you. You're probably too young to even train pokemon."
"I am not!" she said, almost like a spoiled child. Mark thought it was cute. "I'm old enough to train! I'm seven and a half!" she followed it off with a hmpf. "I'll beat you in a battle too!"
"S-seven? You're way to young, kid!" he sighed, 'She should wait a few years, I see potential in her,' he glanced at her, 'I mean, give her 8 years and holy Freaking god, she'd look 'FINE'!' seems he's as big a perverse minded freak as he is just plain big. Who's the big sex minded monkey? I don't know... we'll find out later. "If it's a battle you want, fine! But I'm not going easy on you because you're just a kid!"
"Easy on me?" she looked a bit angry, "Why do all you adults wanna go easy on me?"
Mark sighed, "I am nearly 16 years old, I'm not an adult." 'Yet!' he smirked. "Besides, I'm holding NOTHING back." he smiled. "So are we gonna battle?"
She smiled, unleashing her first pokeball. From it, a large musclebound beast emerged. It wouldn't have been so bad, except... "Dude! That things got FOUR arms!" he blinked, pulling out his Pokedex. 'Machamp, the muscle pokemon. With its 4 arms, it does extraneous work out at double the capability and capacity of anything else.' "That was useless!" he blinked, "But I can win. It's a fighting type after all." he smirked. "Go Beedrill!" he unleashed his furious bug. "Start it off with a fury attack!" he commanded, as Beedrill charged at the macho...er, I mean champ, with its furious arm stingers jabbing vigorously as it went.
"Arm Thrust!" she commanded, as all four arms of the grey muscle bodied freak thrust themselves at the tiny wasp, 3 making contact before the other took the hit from the raging arm stingers.
"You're not letting that meathead beat you today!" Mark told the wasp, "Show it your Rage Attack!" and the Bug complied, flying at Machamp in an outrage of total fury.
"Machamp, Give it a Seismic Toss!" she said, trying to sound tough. The bee made contact, but it was easily swatted away, and into a grasp meant to toss clear across the world.
"You're not giving into this crap!" said Mark, "Sting its arm with ever poisonous appendage you've got!"
To this, the call of the poison was answered, and Beedrill whipped its poisonous stabbing arms at Machamp. Upon the first one making contact, the big muscle seemed to lose its focus, and after that, it was easy to inject its other arm, and its stinger beneath its muscular skin.
Machamp yelped in pain as it tossed Beedrill with no concern but for its own injured arm. It grasped it with the opposite one, while the upper hands made themselves useful, to help the beast cry a river.
"Aw!" said the young girl, "Don't cry." she said, giving the big muscular mutant a hug, who seemed to feel happier to the embrace, as he embraced in return, but even Machamp only need 2 hands to give a hug. What on earth was its uninfected hand that wasn't hugging doing.
"Dude..." said Mark, to Beedrill in a low tone. "Her pokemon is touching her ass. It looks as though he LIKES it. Like he's in love." Beedrill however, buzzed, giving a him a quick shake of its head. "What? Did I say something wrong?" the bug nodded, "What then?" the bug pointed at the Machamp, then sighed, and winced as it slightly patted Mark's crotch, then shook its head. "Holy crap!" he nearly shouted, "Watch the merchandise, dude!" he paused, trying to figure out what Beedrill was saying. "Are you say that the Machamp, isn't a dude?" the bug nodded vigorously. "Are you absolutely POSITIVE?" he seemed to almost hope that his pokemon was right, and again, Beedrill nodded. "How are you able to figure this stuff out?" But the stinger pokemon buzzed, and shrugged its piercing hands, as if to say, 'Well, you humans know each other's genders, right man? We have our own instinctive ways too, you know?'
"Want a kiss to make it all better?" the girl asked, causing Machamp made the most ironic puppy dog eyes a pokemon with muscle enough to lift 4 cars in each hand could make, and unsurprisingly, it nodded, wanting to be kissed better.
"Dude..." Mark was a bit stunned, unsure how or even what to feel. After all, this was a female pokemon in love with a little girl. (Yes, I simply have to have at least one of them female for this to work best in my mind.) "Um, did you only want a one on one battle here?" He called out, bringing the little sub-worlds back together into a reality.
Ophelia looked back up, "Yea, we're still battling." she said, "Machamp, return!" she zapped the muscular suck up back to the dimensional space known as a pokeball. "You know, I never got your name." she said.
'Whoa! She's a sharp little tyke!', "Name's Mark." he smiled, "Can we continue?"
"Uh, yea!" the un-double digit aged girl smiled, "Next up is Geodude!" she tossed the ball, unleashing the floating spherical being made entirely of rocks.
"You up for another round buddy?" Mark glanced at Beedrill, who nodded confidently. "You got it then! Start this off with Twin Needle!" he commanded, as the bug prepped its stinger hands to pierce this rock worse than a punk rock star rebel teenager.
"Not quite. Geodude, use Take Down!" the girl told the little stone mon that could... float! To this order, the small rock dashed at the bug before it could even try to attack, and it hit with quite a force too. Beedrill wasn't going to be getting up again too soon.
Beedrill fell, dazed from the odd impact, "Dude, take some time to relax." the big man recalled the bug, before he knew which pokemon to choose. "Get em Wooper!" he had unleashed his blue beaver pokemon, 'Woop!' it said as it was unleashed.
"Geo, can you handle it?" Ophy asked, receiving a wink and a thumbs up from the small rock pokemon, as well as a quick hug. "Oh, not now!" she giggled, "Just do your best." 'Dude!' it replied, before floating back to battle. "Use Defense Curl."
"You cant hide, girlie!" said Mark in a rather creepy voice, like the creep he is, "Pelt it with a great force of Water Gun!" to which the blue beaver unleashed its fury of water upon the rock who hid. It seemed that defenses weren't enough to counter 2 weaknesses to a similar attack. It lost its hold, and felt a stream of water directly upon its face. "Boo- yea!" Mark said. "Sorry kid. But I beat you fair and square."
Ophy however, didn't seem too upset however, "Eh, that's ok. You're a tough, big strong man."
Mark had to smile at that, 'I'm going to have to find a time machine one day! Cuz she's just too God Damn young right now!' "I know... listen kid, are you sure you can handle things on your own? I could hang with you if you want."
'He wants to be my friend! He's big and strong too!' she smiled, seeming to like Mark for some reason. "Yay! I could always use more friends!" she smiled, jumping up to give Mark a strangulating hug.
'This is going to be a long day!' thought Mark, who seems to now have had his work cut out for him. 'At least I have a few new claims today! I'll take the world of pokemon science by storm! Lesbian pokemon discovery will put me on the map! And better yet, I'm being responsible, while that lazy shmuck Carl has no kids to watch out for. I'm going to laugh at him real good next time I see him... at least there's some good from all this.'
A/N: Well, how's this for a change of pace? Did you all like, hate, despise? Be honest, and let me know. Remember, I'll get to your other submitted trainers when I can, and when they fit. Just remember to keep reviewing, so you'll help determine how much you like this change of pace from the main story. If you don't, let me know, and it wont last as long, (though it my come back to haunt you later when some parts get confusing.) Remember to let me know your thoughts. As for those who haven't submitted yet, don't hesitate to submit a trainer, but remember to review the story as well. No free rides here! As always, from now on, I say to you now: Keep Writing, Keep Fighting! Peace!