Background: There exists an R-18 FireRed rom hack in which all the trainers are girls, and once you defeat them, you can catch and use them as part of your Pokemon team, clothes optional. Yes, it's goofy and dumb, but I got a kick out of it.

Premise: A bottom-up rewrite of the first season of Pokemon with the concepts from the Girls Hunter rom hack added in. Note that this is a full rewrite and will change much more than just adding sexual content. Think of it as a wholly new adaptation, one that pulls material from the entirety of the Pokemon franchise while adding some brand new elements as well.

Content warnings: Consensual sexual slavery, BDSM, lots of girl on girl, underaged protagonists (no age-ups when it comes to Ash and his crew; this is your only warning), more explicit violence from the battles and survival situations than was in the anime, and an overall darker tone at times.

Tone: Back and forth. This is taking a silly premise and seeing if a real narrative can be created from it. So expect everything from lighthearted to serious to erotic to comedic to angsty to pretty much everything else, depending on the needs of the story. Also, slowburn at first. Really slowburn.

Who to expect for the harem: The mainline female companions (Misty, May, Dawn, Iris, Serena, and Lillie), with a couple of surprise names thrown in as well, to be introduced every couple of cities. Girls of the week also apply.

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Pokemon, I (Can't) Choose You!

The sun was coming up, its rays banishing the shadows, illuminating the great stadium of the Indigo Plateau Conference, the yearly tournament that drew trainers from all over the Kanto Region to come and prove their skills. In only a few short hours the stadium would be packed to the brim with people, both spectators and participants alike, but for now it lay empty and peaceful, as if slumbering along with those who had come from all over to compete upon its field and those who had come to watch.

Said participants were mostly gathered in the various hotels, bungalows, cottages, and other accommodations that had been prepared for them; quite a few had even pitched tents. Most were still asleep in their rooms, wanting to be rested up for the games, while others had risen early to get a jump-start on the day, and a few hadn't even slept in the first place, either from an onslaught of nerves or the desire to party.

Granted, many of the partiers were fast asleep as well, having conked out from sheer exhaustion, as was the case in one particular hotel room, where one participant in the tournament had spent a very lively night with his entourage, one that had ended with all of them exhausting themselves into a deep sleep.

However, they had forgotten to shutter the window, and now a sliver of light cut through the room, falling upon the king-sized bed and those who lay sleeping, all of them tangled up in untidy sheets and blankets.

At the center of it all was a young boy, one with skin tanned from endless hours walking through the sunlight and a disarray of black spikes for hair. His arms were curled around two of his bedmates, a pair of slender girls, one with straight, lustrous blue hair that nearly spilled all the way down her back and the other with a bob of shortly cut blonde curls, both of whom were snuggled up against him on either side. Two more girls were curled up together in a corner of the bed, an athletic brunette and a freckled redhead. They were all young, perhaps too young to have become entangled in such a state, not that any of them cared. And they were all naked, all save for a thin, leather collar clasped around each of the girl's necks, each one bearing a pokeball-shaped pendant. In public it passed for a simple decoration, something a traveling group of young Pokemon trainers might wear, but between them it meant something different. They were a sign of ownership.

The previous night had been a wild one, a raucous celebration of having finally reached their destination that had caused all of them to drop into a deep sleep from exhaustion. There actually had been more of them then, but a few had risen early, leaving the bed quietly so as to not awake those still slumbering.

The light fell across the boy's face. He frowned slightly, his eyes twitching beneath their lids. Then they slowly opened, blinking sleepily to banish the last bit of cobwebs before opening fully.

He stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling for a time, brow furrowed, wondering where he was. His mind began to wake up a little bit more, and he started to remember. Oh, right! He was at the tournament! Today was to be the preliminary matches! He was finally here!

Then he glanced to either side, to the warm bodies cuddling up against him, and he allowed himself a somewhat dopey smile. No, they were finally here. After a solid year of traveling and adventuring, full of perils, triumphs, heartbreaks, joyous victories, crushing defeats, and endless wounds, they had made it.

The boy's smile spread further as he recalled the night before, when they had all decided to celebrate. Yeah, that had been…memorable.

The blonde girl he was holding to his left started to stir with a sleepy moan. She yawned widely, her cute, pink tongue curling back in her mouth, and she reached up to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

She blinked several times, and then saw the boy watching her.

The blonde girl smiled. "Hey there, king," she said before leaning in to give him a good morning kiss.

The boy's cheeks flushed at the "king" part. It was something of a running joke between the two of them, something that she and only she called him, mainly because she got a kick out of how it made his face turn red.

The kiss was soft, sweet, and short, just long enough to taste her. She relaxed into the arm that held her, draping an arm of her own across his chest, pressing her own chest against him, the stiff points of her small, pink nipples poking his ribs. In answer, he let his hand wander up and down her body, caressing here and squeezing there, nothing too aggressive, just enjoying the feel of her.

Then he heard a muted mumble, and the soft, cool body at his other side started to stir as well.

The long-haired blunette sat up and stretched, lifting her arms high over her head. Her naked slender torso bent back as she worked some wakefulness back into her body.

Then she looked down at the boy and smiled. "Good morning, master."

That only darkened the boy's blush. Unlike the case with the blonde girl, the whole "master" thing wasn't in jest, or at least it hadn't started out that way. The blunette had simply called him that ever since they had first met, and he just couldn't get her to stop. However, she had come a long way since then, and he strongly suspected that she now kept it up as an odd way of teasing. Besides, he supposed that it was technically true, but given the strong personalities of his girls, only technically.

"Um, morning!" he said. "How are you-"

The blunette leaned in to kiss him.

"-okay."

The blunette was more practiced at kissing than the blonde, but they both tasted just as sweet. The boy sighed at the comforting feel of her soft lips against his, at the warmth of her tongue as it briefly slid out, just barely breaching the entrance to his mouth.

When they were done, the blunette pulled back, her gaze then shifting over to the blonde girl, who was watching her two bedmates with pink in her cheeks and evident desire in her eyes.

"And good morning to you as well," the blunette said.

"Uh, hi," the blonde said, her blush deepening. Though she had been with the group for a couple of months now, she was still technically the newest member, and unlike most of the others had no prior sexual experience before joining, leaving her the most easily flustered. But what she lacked in experience she made up for with endless enthusiasm. She just needed a little encouragement to draw her out of her shell from time to time.

The blunette then leaned over the boy's chest, letting the curtain of blue hair trail across his skin. She reached over to hook her fingers through the blonde's collar and pulled her in. The blonde inhaled sharply but didn't resist, allowing her lips to be taken in a good morning kiss of their own. Sighing in contentment, the boy continued to idly play with their bodies, stroking and squeezing the soft, warm flesh of their butts and thighs.

Meanwhile, the boy's cock, which was already lying stiff and hard against his belly, began to twitch and rise upward, like the raising of a flagpole.

The girls' kiss parted and, almost if on cue, they each got down on all fours, facing away from him, like a pair of sensuous kittens. They crouched down on their elbows and knees and leaned in to plant small kisses up the length of his rising shaft

The boy let out a soft moan at the erotic feel of their lips against his member. If there was any better way to start the day, he didn't want to hear about it!

Now his cock was fully erect, pointing up to the ceiling of the hotel room. Giggling softly, the blonde and blunette moved in, continuing to kiss its girth while giving it small licks with their tiny, pink tongues. The blunette then pushed herself up so that she was looking directly down at the boy's crotch, her lustrous blue hair spilling down around her like a curtain. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head, letting her lips close around the cockhead while the blonde contented herself with the boy's balls, cupping them in her hand and suckling on them.

Though he was ready to drift away on a sea of sensuous pleasure, the boy was still nothing but considerate. After all, it was often as good to give as it was to receive. So while he cock was being lovingly tended to by two of his girls, he returned the favor, laying a hand on the undersides of their thighs before sliding them up toward their butts, taking hold of one luscious cheek each. Giving the globes in his hand an affectionate squeeze, he then slipped his hands back down, moving into the place between their legs, to press his fingers into their smooth and hairless pussies, both of them already wet with anticipation.

The blonde was newer at it than the blunette, so she stopped long enough to let out a small, mewling gasp at the touch. The blunette however merely glanced toward the boy with his cock still in her mouth. Her cheeks crinkled in an appreciative smile, letting him know that she very much liked what he was doing, and kept right on sucking.

The boy was more than happy to do just that. He continued to stroke their sexes, fingers pressing into their moist lower lips, stroking the blunette's longer and thinner ones while pressing down on the plumper vulva of the blonde, middle fingers rolling their erect clitorises around.

He didn't enter them though, just as neither of them seemed any hurry to lower their sexes onto his twitching cock. Now was the time to take things slow, to just enjoy the feeling of skin on skin, to stroke the embers instead of igniting the fires.

Then he heard another sleepy yawn. Turning his head, he saw that the brunette and the redhead were beginning to stir. The two had fallen asleep entangled in each other's limbs, and now that they were awake, that didn't seem like it was going to change any time soon. The redhead had sat up, her reddish-orange hair in complete disarray, and was sleepily rubbing one eye as she yawned again. Luckily, in sitting up, she had come right into the path of one of the sun's morning rays, which fell across her deliciously smooth chest, illuminating the dusting of freckles that surrounded two large, pink nipples.

Behind her, the brunette was also getting up. She sat back on her haunches and stretched her arms over her head, bending her back and thrusting her chest forward, putting her still-growing breasts into profile. Then, moving with a smoothness that suggested that it was more out of reflex than a conscious decision, she scooted around and gathered the redhead up into her lap, one hand creeping around to pinch one of the redhead's nipples between two fingers while the other reached down between the redhead's legs to start working her pussy.

The redhead yawned again and settled back into the brunette's arms. "Getting started already, huh?" she said, voice still thick with sleep.

The boy shrugged sheepishly, but didn't stop playing with his girls' dripping cunts.

"It's a big day," the blonde said as she continued to lick the lower part of the boy's bulging shaft. "We want him to be able to focus."

"Right. Because this'll definitely clear his head." Then the redhead looked around. "Where's the others?"

The blunette stopped sucking on the boy's cockhead, coming off it with an audible pop. "They rose early to prepare breakfast," she said as she wiped the spit trail from her lips. "I considered assisting, but they assured me that they had things well in hand, so I went back to sleep."

"That's sweet of them. But that does mean we only got a short time before they come get us." The redhead gave the brunette's arm a small tug, and the pair of them crawled across the bed to where their three friends were busy playing with each other. "Move over, girls. It's our turn."

Sighing in disappointment, the blonde and the blunette moved away from his dick, making room for the other two. They might have protested more, but even within a PokeGirl harem there was still a pecking order, and the redhead and brunette had seniority.

The blonde and blunette laid back into the boy's arms, letting him pull them in close to his sides so they could nuzzle up to him. Now free to take their rightful place, the redhead and the brunette assumed one of the boy's favorite positions, sitting back-to-back and butt-to-butt, nestling his throbbing shaft between their cheeks. Reaching back to hook each other's elbows, the redhead shot the boy a cheeky wink while the brunette flicked him a salute before they began bouncing in place, massaging his dick between their two perfect asses.

The boy laid his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh man, this was Heaven. Of course he expected that, one day, he might have a PokeGirl or two to call his own, someone to accompany him on his journey and, well, service him; all halfway decent trainers did, at least those of age! But he had never, ever suspected that he would end up with so many, much less so soon!

"Hey, what gives?" said a new voice. "Starting already? Without me? Now, that's just rude!"

The boy cracked one eye open and turned his head to see yet another young, naked girl standing nearby, this one a bit smaller and more petite than the others, with chocolate skin and a mass of dark lavender hair, usually tied up in thick and elaborate ponytails, but now framing her whole body in a bushy, unkempt mane. She hovered at the side of the bed with her tiny hands bunched onto her slim hips, the lips of her vulva already slick with arousal, her dark brown nipples standing erect on her perfectly flat chest. She wore a halfway smirk that showed one prominent fanglike tooth, and there was a devilish twinkle in her eyes.

The redhead and brunette didn't stop grinding the boy's erection between their butts, but the brunette did remark, "If you can find room, then feel free to join in."

"Don't mind if I do!" Before the boy knew what was happening, the dark-skinned girl had hopped onto the bed, clambered over the blunette's body where she lay nestled against the boy, and crouched down on all fours on the boy's stomach and chest.

Folding her arms over the boy's chest, the dark-skinned girl lowered herself so that they were almost eye-to-eye, noses almost touching, her cute little butt sticking straight into the air. "Good morning, silly boy."

The boy blinked. "Er, m-mood gorning! Uh, I mean-"

The dark-skinned girl laughed. "Still such a kid! I love it!" Then she rose up and crawled the rest of the way up across the boy's body, treating him to the very pleasant sight of her naked torso passing right over his head.

She paused right over his face. Turning around, she knelt down with her legs lying on either side of her eyes, positioning her pussy right over his mouth. "Think while you all are busy with the plumbing, I'm just going to claim my throne up here," she exclaimed, reaching down to spread her vulva lips with her fingers, exposing her dripping pink insides. A few drops of hot arousal splattered onto the boy's lips

The things I do to keep them happy, the boy thought in happy resignation as the plump flesh descended onto his mouth. He gave the offered mound a couple of small kisses before extending his tongue upward, swishing it over her slick entrance, tasting the coating of her juices, before sticking it right in.

"Oooooh," the dark-haired girl moaned softly. She swayed her hips around, giving him access to every bit of her. "Oh, th-that's…that's…"

"I believe you could do with some assistance," the blunette said calmly. She rose up and laid her upper body over the boy's chest, her tiny nipples poking into his collarbone, as she craned her neck forward to start licking and suckling at the dark-skinned girl's clitoris.

"Okay!" the dark-skinned girl grunted as she doubled over, her hands seizing either side of the blunette's head for support. "Didn't…expect…the double-team…ah!"

"Well, when in Hammerlocke…" the blonde sighed. She sat up and leaned over the boy's waist to bury her face in the blunette's groin. Soon the boy could heard the wet sounds of slurping and sucking. The blunette shuddered, but didn't stop helping the boy eat out the dark-skinned girl.

In the lust-haze of euphoria, the boy was dimly aware that further down his body, the redhead and brunette had switched things up, turning around to face each other, now sandwiching his dick between the plump folds of their moist, nubile pussies. They kept rising up and down, sliding their vulvas up and down the shaft, getting it nice and slick with their own juices. He could picture them now, hands clasped as they kissed one another in ecstasy.

Even then, he still was mindful of all participants. He pawed around with his left hand, sliding it down the blonde's back until he found the rise of her rump. From there, he again slid his fingers down into her vagina. First giving it a small, affectionate rub, he then thrust two fingers right into her entrance, filling her wet, hot insides.

The blonde let out a muffled scream into the blunette's pussy but didn't let up. Now everyone was hard at work pleasuring somebody, whether it be with their mouth or their fingers or even their own sexes. Well, everyone except the dark-skinned girl, which wasn't a surprise. Still, the boy intended to make her do her share before all of this was over.

But for now it was time to let loose. He could feel the heat rising up in his thighs, just as he felt the blonde's cunt start to twitch hard around his fingers, just as he felt the dark-skinned girl's hips begin to shake beneath his and the blunette's tongues, just as he could feel the redhead and brunette began to grind into him with a needy ferocity that told him that they were also at the precipice. Almost there, almost there…

And then he came, the heat shooting up out from his throbbing cock to spray his seed over the redhead and brunette's torsos and kissing faces. At the same time, the blonde cried out again as her pussy suddenly contracted, and his palm flooded with the warmth of her orgasm. The blunette twitched and shook in his embrace, smearing her own arousal over the blonde's face. The dark-skinned girl pitched forward with another cry, and the sourish-sweet taste suddenly grew stronger. And at the same time as all of that, the two pussies pressed up against his dick suddenly got a whole lot wetter, and their owners gripped each other tight as their bodies shuddered in ecstasy.

It had taken some work, but they had their timing down pat.

Letting out a pleased sigh, the dark-skinned girl let herself flop to one side off of his face while the redhead and brunette both let themselves collapse over the boy.

For a time they just laid there, basking in the afterglow, everyone just enjoying the feeling of his or her bedmates' bare bodies against their own. The boy sighed and wrapped his arms around the first two girls he found and drew them in close, hugging them to his chest.

Then, though she was still breathless, the brunette said, "S-So. How we all f-f-feeling?"

A small patter of giggles rose up in response. Blinking, the boy inclined his head and stared across the expanse of naked girls lying over him to confirm that yup, his dick was just starting to perk up again.

"Well," he panted. "I don't…know about you…but I could go for…another round."

The blunette looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Sticky Pile?" she said.

The boy nodded. "Sticky Pile."

The dark-skinned girl let out a snorting laugh. "Well, get up then, lazybones! And let's get moving!"

The Sticky Pile was a favorite of theirs, something they had come up with when learning how to make use of the small space that the tent they usually slept in offered, in which everyone would just crowd together in one big mass of naked bodies, close their eyes, and just start grabbing at whatever their hands happened to find. The boy found himself covered in the slick and squirming bodies of his girls, their hands groping and caressing one another, their mouths hungrily finding each other to trade brief, sensual kisses before moving onto another set of lips. The boy reached out, moving between bare waists, legs, and butts, until one hand settling on someone's small breast and giving the soft mound a squeeze, while the other found something warm and wet nestled between two legs and grabbed hold of the moist vulva, causing its owner to let out a cute little gasp. Though his eyes were still closed, he was able to easily recognize the feel of the blonde's chest and the redhead's pussy.

Two different hands found his cock and started stroking, while a pair of warm lips pressed first against his cheek, before sliding around to capture his mouth. The boy pressed into the kiss, identifying the owner as the dark-skinned girl from the feel of the lips and how aggressively her tongue entered his mouth. A moment later she was gone, and he found himself now stroking the slenderness of the blunette's back while squeezing the blonde's butt.

And then a very familiar pair of strong legs wrapped around his waist while an equally recognizable pair of pussy lips pressed against his shaft, pushing the hands aside. Two hands settled on his shoulders and drew him up out of the pile. He blinked his eyes, and found himself staring in the bright emerald eyes of the redhead, her hair now in a greater state of disarray, a crooked smile on her face that was almost goofy.

The two gazed happily at one another for a moment, surrounded by their writhing and moaning friends, until they leaned forward to lock each other's mouths into each other. The boy wrapped one arm around her slim waist and hooked her collar with his finger to draw her close, while she kept her hands on his shoulders, holding each other close, skin-to-skin. She began to move her hips, again grinding her slick pussy up against his shaft. It wouldn't be long before she was going to be lifting her hips to settle down on its length, letting him plunge into her.

It was such a wonderful feeling, being able to wake up covered with so much love and affection. And the funny thing was, as the boy reflected as he and the redhead continued to grind harder and harder, it came so very close to not happening at all. After all, their first meeting was anything but sweet.

In fact, it was something of a miracle that things had turned out as well as they did, considering what an unmitigated disaster that first day had been.

…

Almost a full year ago…

It was a bright and beautiful day, though it wouldn't be for long. The sky was clear blue, the air pleasantly warm, and the winds calm. It was the perfect summer day, a day to be spent outside swimming in the lake, running through the fields, walking through the forests, and just generally enjoying the outdoors. Deeper still, professional trainers were out searching for new acquisitions, training those they already had, or, if they were the sort to have laid aside old-fashioned moral scruples, engaging in…"other" activities with said acquisitions.

Unfortunately, that was soon to change. Soon the sky was going to darken as angry black clouds choked out the sunlight. Soon the winds' pleasant dispoisition would worsen, and they would grow in strength and ferocity. Soon rain would hammer down from the sky, thick enough to obscure the line of sight of anyone unlucky to be caught in the open. Soon lightning would crack across the horizon and thunder would boom. Soon wrath would be unleashed.

Of course, if anyone had bothered to check the weather report, then they would know this. And a lot of people had. Laundry and pets were being brought in, outings were rescheduled, and anyone who wasn't a traveling trainer too far from civilization to seek shelter was settling in to spend the day inside.

Unfortunately for the distraught young boy running from his small town with a face red from shame and angry tears in his eyes, he had failed to see if the pleasant weather would hold. He had been too upset.

It wasn't really his fault though. Well, okay, it was, but he couldn't be blamed too harshly. Sure, easily avoidable mistakes had been made, but let's all cut him some slack; he was only ten years old, after all. Children that age always make mistakes, especially when they're too caught up with excitement, anger, or embarrassment to think clearly, and he had been all three. Then again, given his young age and lack of experience, one might consider this a sure sign that his plan to venture all by himself into the wide and wild world in hopes of seeking out dangerous creatures was probably a bad idea. After all, if he couldn't be trusted to show up on time for the most important day of his life, then he really ought to pursue a career less associated with frequent danger and exposure, such as golf-ball polisher, or door-hinge deruster. Though, let's be honest, he would probably find a way to endanger his life even then.

And it wasn't like he hadn't tried to make it on time! He had set multiple alarms, just in case one failed to rouse him! Unfortunately, his dreams of adventure were so powerful that he somehow managed to destroy each and every one of them while he had slept, seizing them all in his sleep and hurling them against the wall. It would almost be impressive if it weren't so dumb.

Alas, what was done was done, and despite all of his precautions poor Ash Ketchum had overslept. As such, when he had arrived as Professor Oak's laboratory in hopes of receiving his starting Pokemon, all of them had already been claimed, up to and including the rumored "troublemaker" Pokemon that wasn't supposed to be handed out due to behavioral issues. As such, Ash had been left with nothing, his dreams of becoming a Pokemon League Champion dashed before they had even begun, and systematically dismantled by his own hand no less!

That would have been bad enough, but then Gary had shown up!

Gary Oak, who had been Ash's best friend since the two of them could walk! Gary Oak, who had long ago promised that he and Ash would one day travel the world together and become co-champions! Gary Oak, who had been the person who had gotten Ash obsessed with Pokemon training in the first place, who had explained how it worked and how cool it was, who had proudly shown off his grandfather's many accolades and awards and talked about how cool it would be when he and Ash were just as celebrated for their exploits!

Gary Oak, who had over the course of the last year become more and more of a know-it-all jerk, who had gone on and on about how he was going to be the greatest Pokemon trainer in the world with no mention of Ash, who acted like he had never even known Ash and would routinely make fun of him with the other kids.

Gary Oak, who, due to him being Professor Oak's grandson, had gotten pick of the litter, claiming the coveted Squirtle as his own. Gary Oak, who couldn't act any more favored if he tried, had also been gifted with his own car and an entire troupe of cheerleader PokeGirls to go with him! Ash still found the concept of PokeGirls to be weird and freaky, but couldn't Gary at least do the sporting thing and go catch his own?

Though given how the local girls kept fawning over him, he probably wouldn't even need to try. They'd probably just take off their clothes and jump into his human balls upon request.

Gross!

But of course, if all that wasn't enough, Gary had to make a point to stop his car right next to Ash, taunt him for not showing up on time, show off everything he had been gifted (seriously, were kids even allowed to have PokeGirls?! Ash was pretty sure that they weren't!), and then speed off, leaving Ash choking on his stupid, noisy car's exhaust!

That had been bad enough. But as the smoke had cleared and Ash managed to stop coughing, he saw everyone else who had gathered at Professor Oak's lab looking at him, whispering and pointing, laughing at him! There had been a professional trainer passing by accompanied by two PokeGirls, and though they had been practically naked and were being led along by a pair of leashes attached to collars around their necks, even they had seen and were laughing at him! PokeGirls were laughing at him! That's how stupid he had looked.

So he had ran away. The shame had been too great, leaving him nothing to do but run like the stupid little kid that he was. He ran and he ran and he ran, until he was out of Pallet Town and into the open fields. Even then he kept going, running and running and running until he lost sight of the town.

When he finally felt that he had gone far enough, he found a large rock next to the forest border and collapsed against it to slide down to the grass. With no one around to see, he let the tears flow and flow.

Stupid! He had been so stupid! He had everything planned out! Gary was going to get first pick of course, but Ash would still show up before everyone else! He would see what Gary picked, and choose the Pokemon that had a type advantage over it! Then he would train that Pokemon over and over and over until it evolved, so that by the time he even reached Vermilion City, it would have already reached its final evolutionary state! He would see how Gary's scrawny little Squirtle measured up to full-fledged Venusaur!

But now, all of that was gone, and it had been his own fault. He was never going to become a Pokemon trainer! He was never going to leave Pallet Town! He was going to be stuck there, a worthless nobody, a loser, who was going to be forced to watch as Gary gathered more and more powerful Pokemon, accumulated more and more beautiful girls, and won more and more accolades! Ash wasn't even going to be able to watch the tournaments anymore without having to see Gary's smug face sneering back at him from the TV!

And the worst of it was, he deserved it.

…

Though the weather was nice, and though it had been a very relaxing morning fishing on the bank of the river with one hand on her pole and the other laid flat on her stomach, Misty was growing more and more uneasy.

It was something you learned to pick up on after spending enough time in the wild, the subtle cues in the wind and the temperature. Sometimes it felt like a raging storm came out of absolutely nowhere, but there were always signs, hard to pick out as they may be. And Misty was picking up several of them.

She didn't like the sudden dip in the wind's strength. She didn't like how it was suddenly just a few degrees warmer than it had been earlier. She didn't like how the hairs on her arm were standing on edge. There was a distinct tingle in the air, one that had nothing to do with the tingle in her groin, and that could only mean bad things.

Leaning back into the grass, Misty stared up into the sky. It was still a beautiful blue with very few clouds, but that could change in mere minutes. She had considered bringing May out to enjoy the day, but that was looking like a bad idea.

(behind her, she heard the sound of an obnoxiously loud car speeding past. She ignored it)

Then she looked over to her pole, the line trailing into the lack. She scowled. Just as well; she hadn't been getting that many bites today. So far she had ended up only with one Goldeen (already had one) and two Magikarp (no). Though it was still midday, she might as well pack it in and try to find a hotel.

Sighing, she got up to reel her line in. Maybe she ought to try the coast; you usually got a lot more variety there. Unfortunately, the coast also tended to be overfished, so anything good would probably already be snatched up by those with boats and-

"Hey there, girlie!"

Misty paused. Then she turned around.

There, on the stretch of road that ran by the river she had been fishing at, was the car she had heard earlier. It was a shiny red convertible, the kind that rich kids with over-indulgent parents drove around and likely wrecked on a monthly basis. Misty had seen many such cars parked in front of her gym whenever wealthy jerks popped in to woo her sisters and ignore the actual Gym Leader.

And inside the car was what could only be described as an embarrassment.

Several young women were piled unsafely into the back seat, most of them sitting on the back of the seat instead of being buckled up, while another wearing a blue cap and sunglasses was driving the car. The ones in the back all had pom-poms, which they were waving while chanting.

"Gary! Gary! How great is he? Very!"

And actually seated in the back seat with the cheerleaders all around him was the spoiled snot in question, presumably named Gary. He was roughly about her age, maybe a little older, with spiky brown hair, a tailored blue shirt, and some kind of charm on a necklace.

"Out here all alone?" he called down to her. "Isn't that dangerous? Don't you know that there's Pokemon in the tall grass?"

With that, he tossed a pokeball into the air and caught it between two fingers. Then he thrust it out at her, like she would be impressed. "Ha!"

Misty stared. Okay, rich kid? Check. Obnoxious? Check. Rude? Check? Overly arrogant over possessing a single Pokemon? Check.

No doubt about it. It was one of those overly privileged trainers on his first day, the sort who slept in thousand-dollar tents and dined on only the finest of canned goods. Always so overly sure of their skills as a trainer that they would fall apart while battling anyone with even the slightest bit of grit and blame everyone and everything for the loss. Misty had also encountered plenty of his type before. If there was one perk to having her sisters around, it was the look on smartass trainers' faces when they realized that the true Gym Leader wasn't one of the famous Sensational Sisters, but instead their scrappy little sister. The look they had when she beat them was even better.

"So I'm thinking that you ought to go with me, the great Gary Oak! I'll be sure to take care of you!"

"Two! Four! Six! Eight! Traveling with Gary is really great!"

What Misty didn't get was his cheerleading squad. They were obviously PokeGirls, but they were all fully clothed, when most PokeGirls tended not to wear much more than bondage ropes, mouth gags, and buttplugs. Furthermore, he looked way too young to be openly having PokeGirls of his own. Kids their age could become trainer, yes, but only of Pokemon. Catching girls was against the rules until you were at least sixteen, and then only if they were defeated in a Pokemon battle. There were exceptions of course (Misty ought to know), but those tended to at least be smart enough not to flaunt it like this idiot was. No doubt his parents used the cheerleaders attire to convince the authorities to look the other way. Oh no, they had likely said. Those aren't PokeGirls! See how much clothing they're wearing! They're companions, going to cheer our son on! After that, they had probably added weight to their argument by adding bills to the authorities' hands.

As such, he was starting off with not only his own harem, but a full team as well. If Misty had a little more time, she probably could even name the girls' various types too. She bet anything that there wasn't a single repeat.

"So, what do you say? Wanna ride with the greatest Pokemon trainer alive? It'll be…an adventure!"

"Gary is the king! Best at everything!"

Misty's face hardened. She stuck her foot beneath her bike where it lay and levered it up. Another rule was that minors like herself were not supposed to be caught, except for exceptionally rare special circumstances (which she was also all-to-aware of). But Gary's demeanor showed that he did not care, that he was used to getting what he wanted and did not take no for an answer. That made him exactly the sort of person she loved to show up at her gym and the last sort of person she wanted to encounter in the wild.

"Yeah," she said. "Actually, I think I'll pass. Sorry, but getting into that car doesn't seem all that safe. Or hygienic."

Immediately the smug grin on his face disappeared, replaced with a dark scowl.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" he demanded.

"You must be empty in the head, so take back what you said!"

Retracting her pole and sticking it onto its rack, Misty mounted her bike. "Sorry, but I don't come cheap like they do! Try Celadon City if you need even more skanks!"

And with that, she took off, pedaling as fast as she could in the opposite direction.

Behind her, she heard Gary yelling and his car's wheels squealing, while the cheerleaders continued their chants.

"Hey! Hey! Don't run away! Or we swear you will rue this day!"

…

As Ash sat there weeping, a shadow fell across him.

"Hey, kid!"

Blinking away his tears, Ash looked up.

Standing over him was a man, one that looked to be in his mid-twenties. He was tanned, rugged, and athletically built, wearing a brown traveling vest over a dark green shirt, with what looked like a Sharpedo tooth hanging from a silver chain around his neck. He had on a wide-brimmed outback hat lined with Persian teeth around the brim and sunglasses, while his cheeks were patterned with dark stubble. A Braviary sat on his shoulder, idly preening its feathers.

And standing on either side of the man were two young women, both practically naked, both of them pressing their bodies against his. One had very pale skin, with glossy black hair that was cut short, black lipstick, and black eyeshadow. She wore shiny black boots that went up to her knees, black stockings that went up to her thighs, velvet black gloves that went up to her elbows, a lacy black corset tied tightly around her stomach, and nothing else. Her boobs were squishing against the guy's upper arm and the side of his chest, with the one nipple Ash could see also colored black. Even the tiny puff of hair sticking out from between her legs was dyed black. On her shoulder sat a disinterested Murkrow.

In contrast, the other girl had very dark skin and long hair that fell all the way down her back. But though she wore basically the same "outfit," if it could be called that, as the other girl, it was all in white, as was her hair. As were her nipples. As was the hair between her legs. An oblivious-looking Swablu was perched on her shoulders.

Both girls were also wearing thin collars in their respective color schemes around their necks, each attached to a thin leash of the same color, and the ends of both leashes were held in the guy's hand, which was cupped possessively around the girl in black's butt, while his other hand was cradling the butt of the girl in white.

It was the trainer Ash had seen earlier, along with the PokeGirls that had laughed at him. They had followed him.

"That was some rough luck, huh kid?" the trainer said. "Sorry 'bout making fun of you. That wasn't cool."

"We're sorry!" both girls said at the exact same time, in the exact same tone of voice.

"Braviary!" declared bird in question.

Ash hastily scrambled to his feet. "Uh, it's fine, it's fine!" he said, and then internally winced. He wiped his face, straightened out his shirt, and tried to look nonchalant. "I mean, it's no big deal, right?"

The Murkrow eyed him in contempt. "Murk," it snorted. Even Ash could tell that that was Pokemon for "Bullshit."

"Heh." The trainer shook his head. "Let me guess: you've been wanting to be a Pokemon trainer your entire life, and this was you big chance, but you showed up too late and got nothing. And the prick in the car is someone you've really been wanting to show up, am I right?"

"Ah, who cares about him!" Ash said with a dismissive wave. "He's just some nobody that no one cares about."

Both the PokeGirls started giggling. The trainer frowned, and squeezed both of their butt cheeks, which made them stop. "A nobody who has a car despite not being old enough to get a learner's permit," he said. "A nobody who has a full team of PokeGirls despite still being in elementary school."

"What! No!" Ash said with a laugh that even he knew sounded fake. "They're not PokeGirls! I mean, they had clothes on and everything!"

"We're wearing clothes," pointed out the girl in white.

"Swa?" The Swablu shook out its plumage and puffed up.

"I…" Ash had absolutely no response to that that wouldn't make him sound even stupider than he already did, so he said nothing.

"Uh-huh," the trainer said, not sounding the least bit convinced. "Let me guess: his daddy is someone with enough money to give his darling baby boy anything he wants, including first pick of the year's starters and getting the authorities to look the other way when he heads out with a bunch of PokeGirls, as if that was what being a trainer is all about."

"What a jerk!" the PokeGirls both added.

Ash scowled. "Yeah, and he's always acting like that makes him better than me! 'Oh, look at me, I'm Gary, I'm too good to hang out with my best friend! Oh, look at me, I'm Gary, my grandpa's a famous Pokemon professor, so that makes me famous too, even though I haven't done anything! Oh, look at me, I'm Gary, I'm going to be League Champion, even though I never even had a Pokemon battle before! Oh, look at me, I'm Gary, I'm too good to walk, even though you can't even hunt for Pokemon in a stupid car'!"

"Awww," the PokeGirls said in sympathy.

"Tch, sounds rough," the trainer said. "Wait, that kid is Oak's grandson? That explains a thing or two."

…

On the one hand, Misty had the advantage having the entire terrain at her disposal, while Gary Oak could only drive his car on the road. Also, her bike was far more maneuverable than his car. And she had a head start, whereas he was going to have to turn his car all the way around in order to give chase.

Unfortunately, with the river at her right and the road at her left, she could only go straight ahead for the time being. Also, having to pedal through the grass was slowing her down.

Also, he had a car. She was on a bike!

This could be a problem.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before she heard the roar of the convertible's engine as it started after her, and over that were those stupid cheerleaders.

"Stop! Stop! Stop right now! Pull over and let us catch you, you stupid cow!"

Misty's eye twitched, both at the insult and the awful flow of their chant, but she kept pedaling.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gary called after her. "You really think you can get away from me?"

Maybe not, but she was pretty sure she could slow him down. Keeping one hand on the handlebar, she slipped the other to her waist, where a handful of pokeballs were attached to her belt.

Then something hot and bright sizzled past her head.

Gulping, Misty ducked her head. That had been a fireball, a bonafied ember attack! But that meant-

Misty glanced over her shoulder. The cheerleaders had put away the pom-poms, and were now visibly glowing, each one a different color.

Blue, green, red, purple, brown, and yellow, Misty mentally categorized. Water-type, fire-type, psychic-type, rock-type, and electric-type. Yup. Despite the urgency of the situation, Misty couldn't help but wonder at the typing of the driver. Given her current luck it would probably be dragon.

Misty lowered her body and pedaled faster. She was not about to be caught by some self-centered snob and be forced to shake a pom-pom!

But there was a problem.

Up ahead, the road curved around, cutting right across the river via bridge and, by extension, her path. Seeing this, the car suddenly sped up, speeding right past her.

It came to a stop in the center of the bridge, and now Gary and his entourage were watching her, waiting.

Could she turn around? Maybe, but the car would just flip around too and be after her again.

Then she saw the cheerleads all standing up, their fists glowing. From there vantage point they would have no trouble shooting her down.

Right. Plan…F then.

Before she reached the bridge, Misty abruptly hit the bike's brakes. Its momentum kept it moving forward, causing it to flip over its front tire. Before it could, she pushed off from the pedals, kicked at the seat, and dove right into the river.

…

"Yeah, and he's supposed to be my friend," Ash complained. "But lately he's been acting like he's embarrassed to even know me!"

"Hmm." The trainer released the girl in white's butt to rub his chin in thought, which earned him a hurt look from the PokeGirl in question. "Well, you know what you need to do, then? Show him up! Become a better trainer! Earn those badges! Kick his ass in the tournament!"

"But how?" Ash said. "I couldn't even get a starter! I've got nothing to work with!"

"So?" the trainer said with a shrug. "Who cares if you didn't get a fancy new starter? There's lots of other ways to get your first! Plenty of kids have a Rattata or a Caterpie that they caught on their own. Which ain't much, but you gotta start somewhere!"

Ash bowed his head in shame. "I don't have any pokeballs," he muttered.

"Then buy some; they ain't expensive."

"I…" Ash's shoulders slumped. "I spent all money on alarm clocks."

"You…what?" Then, before Ash could explain, the trainer shook his head. "You know what? I don't want to know. Okay, guess what? Today's your luck day. Here."

The trainer reached his hand into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a handful of tiny red-and-white spheres. He tossed them to Ash.

Surprised, Ash managed to catch a couple of them, but the others slipped through his fingers. He hastily gathered them up. "Pokeballs?" he said.

"Go out and find yourself some cute little thing," the trainer said. "Then train that one up until she's strong enough for you to get another, and then another, and before you know it you'll have a rhythm."

"Wow!" It was honestly the nicest thing anyone had done for him, stranger or otherwise. "Thanks, Mister!"

"No prob. Just don't waste them!" Returning his hand to the girl in white's butt, he headed off, both PokeGirls walking in sync. "See yah, kid! And take care of that other little issue before you get to work! Can't afford to be distracted!"

"Byyyyeeee!" the PokeGirls called.

"Brave!" added the Braviary. The other two birds didn't seem to care or even notice.

Ash waved after them. Wow, what a guy! What a pal! To go and help a complete strange like that! Ash resolved that once he had become established as a trainer, he would also strive to help starry-eyed beginners as well!

See, that what a trainer was supposed to look like, so cool and confident and friendly and-

Ash's eyes dipped lower, down to where the trainer's hands were resting on his PokeGirls' butts.

-and so, so lucky, with girls hanging off of him like that. Wait, not lucky! He had earned it! Just like Ash was going to earn it!

But what was that other thing that Ash had to take care? That thing that would be so distracting?

Then Ash glanced down, and his face flushed with embarrassment. The front of his pants were sticking straight out, pushed by his erection, which, now that he had noticed, was throbbing so hard that it was almost painful.

Ash's hands quickly cupped his crotch. Oh man, had it been doing that the whole time? Even when people were being nice to him he ended up doing something embarrassing!

…

On the other side of the bridge, Misty's head broke through the water's surface.

She was an excellent swimmer, and had great lung capacity, so she had managed to ride the river's current pretty far.

And she was in luck! Gary the asshole and his asshole entourage were still on the bridge, glaring at her.

Grinning, Misty pulled down her right eyelid with one finger and blew out a raspberry.

Then the cheerleaders all stood up. And they got out of the car.

Oops, one of them was electric-type. If she hit the water with even a thundershock, then Misty was in a great deal of trouble.

She didn't, though. Rather, the blue-haired one got up on the bridge's railing and dropped her vest. A moment later her pink dress slid down her body, leaving her nude.

So they were sending the water-type after her. That…wasn't too much of a problem, as Misty had raced against water-types before and won, though given what she had seen, Gary's parents had probably set him up with a harem of fairly high levels.

Then Gary opened his pokeball. There was a flash of red light, and a Squirtle materialized on the railing next to the nude cheerleader.

Oh crap. Misty might be able to outswim another human, PokeGirl or not, but she wasn't going to get away from a Squirtle.

Fortunately, she had put enough distance between herself and her pursuers to employ Plan C.

Her hands went underwater to her belt. And when they came up, each held a pokeball. Thumbs pressed the activation buttons, and they grew to fill her palms.

Before the cheerleader and the Squirtle could dive after her, Misty threw both of the pokeballs. "Staryu! Starmie! Go!"

Two twin red beams shot into the air, and two bejeweled star-shaped Pokemon appeared.

"Staryu! Swift!"

Misty's Staryu twirled into the sky and came to a stop above the dumbfounded Gary and his bimbo squad. Her gemstone core started to glow, and then hundreds of tiny yellow stars shot out.

Misty was filled with deep satisfaction as she listened to her assailants' cries of pain as they were stung over and over and over again.

But she wasn't done yet. "Starmie! Bubblebeam!"

Now it was the lavender Starmie's turn. He leapt up from the river, pointed his topmost ray down, and expelled a geyser of glowing bubbles.

The resulting screaming and the sound of the car smashing against the opposite railing were almost worth having been chased in the first place.

Misty recalled her Staryu. Then, with her Starmie lying flat on the river's surface, she climbed aboard, drew up her knees, and let the current take them forward. Hopefully by the time Jackass McDouchebag and the Concubine Brigade got their wits back, she would be long gone.

It wasn't until it was far too late to go back that Misty realized that she had left her bike and fishing pole behind.

She groaned in exasperation. Oh, now she was mad! Hopefully that stupid car had gone right into the water! Let's see that dumbass try to explain to Mommy and Daddy how he had managed to total his shiny new toy on his first day!

Though come to think of it…Gary Oak. Now, that was a name worth keeping in mind when she reached a place with a phone and got a call in to her gym. She was certain that the League would be interested to hear about a minor engaging in illegal girl hunting.

Overhead, the sky started to turn dark.