I don't own pokemon, and this isn't based on any real life persons. Any resemblance to any living, dead, or otherwise person is fictional and entirely made up by you, the reader. I don't make any profit from this story.

Warning: Intended for readers of legal age. In America, this means 18, but I don't know about other places.

Author Notes: This story is about my sixteen year old OC, named Yellow, starting her pokemon journey with her new Pikachu, named Pikachu. It is going to have human x human, human x pokemon, and pokemon x pokemon, but keep in mind, this is a story about a girl on her journey through Kanto. It contains explicit sex, violence, drama, romance, humor, action, adventure, and stuff (gotta love that stuff!).

Before we get to the feature presentation, some things:

-This story used to be called, 'Pokemon Lemon Yellow', but for certain reasons, like my getting called a troll, I changed the title to keep in line with Nintendo's red and green remakes, and because this story isn't just about lemons, and I didn't want ppl to be mad when they saw it wasn't.

-I rewrote chapters 1 and 2 to match my later chapters' writing styles, because they just didn't stack up, and they were kind of poor.

-Third, my character, Yellow, is not the Yellow from the manga. She's just an OC that emerged when I started writing a story about the Pokemon Yellow game Nintendo made years ago. I don't know manga too much, so it's not in this story, though there are going to be things from the games and anime, so look out.

I'm gonna let Bruce Clamperl explain this one. "Okay, people, this story is full of unique sex scenes, so the author can't just say, 'This chapter has sex, but this one doesn't', because that would just be stupid, and not explain anything. Now, every chapter has these nifty, little 'warnings' in the author notes, just to explain what you're about to read. Isn't that better, knowing you don't have to search through every chapter for a particular fetish? I bet you feel good about yourself, don't you?" Okay... thank you, Bruce. You didn't have to talk down to the internet.

Chapter Warnings: This chapter has no lemons, but there's instances of brief nudity, a quick peek at a gay Dom/sub scene, and an 'implied' incestuous roleplay relationship (two unrelated ppl in an intimate relationship, who're pretending to be related) between an old man and a teen girl. There's also action, pokemon battles, and general humor.

Second Warning: This is indeed one of those stories that FF doesn't approve of, so if that bothers you, don't be bothered and look somewhere else.

Pokemon ElectricYellow

Chapter 1: Getting startered

Or: The little, yellow butt plug that could

As she studied the map her mom had printed for her, Yellow wondered where she should go next. If she went west and took exit B, she'd end up in Hoenn. 'What the hell? I can't walk to another continent. Mom!' She groaned as she saw it was printed from Mapdex, the online map site infamous for giving bad directions half the time. Crumpling it and tossing it in the trashcan at her feet, she noticed the giant, framed map on the wall, and the big, red 'You Are Here' icon over the Pokecenter image. She saw a little note in the corner that said which pokemon were around town, and she turned to her companion. "It says there's a chance we could find pokemon other than Pidgey, Sentret, and Rattata, Pikachu. Do you think you'd fight those?" She asked the mouse pokemon standing on the arm of the chair next to her.

Ever since the sixteen year old got him from Professor Oak yesterday, the Pikachu had been uncooperative and antagonistic. She tried getting him to accept her as his trainer, but it was turning out to be a tough task. He bit her whenever she tried to hug him, he dodged the pokeball return beams, and he even stole her underwear last night and dunked them in the river running just outside of Route 1. He also hadn't battled yet. The few times he acted like he would, he just started humping the Rattata or Pidgey, like a Rhyhorn dog, and she had to break them up with a stick. She thought maybe that was why he was shooting angry glares at her all the time.

The mouse pokemon shook his head 'No', folded his arms, and turned to the woman walking up to them. Yellow smiled at Nurse Joy and the woman smiled back, the loops of her pink hair bouncing slightly with every step. "Hello, young one. You've already healed this pokemon. What else were you in need of?" Her cheerful, warm tone comforted Yellow and she felt like she was looking at the pink version of her mother. The woman, who most would describe as being a Milf, wore a pink dress, over which a large, white apron hung, and both went down to her knees. She wore thin, white stockings and sparkling white shoes Yellow guessed were hard to keep clean. On her head was a small nurse's hat with a red cross on it. Latched to the lapel of her dress was a stethoscope she used to hear a pokemon's heart beat, and she had a few lollipops sticking out of her pocket for youngsters.

"Well, we were going to go train, but I don't know which way to go." The girl said uncertainly as she glanced at the trashcan, wishing the paper had been more useful.

Nurse Joy smiled and turned to the wall map. "Well, if you go west, you'd be able to fight some pokemon and trainers, before having to turn around at the gates to Indigo Plateau, and if you go north, there's Route 2 and Viridian Forest. It's muggy and hot, but there's many low level bug catchers that I'm sure your Pikachu could handle." She turned back to Yellow and beamed. "Of course, there's some wild pokemon you can fight there, too. Either way, I'm sure you and this pokemon will be happy." She turned to the grumbling mouse and started to smile, but then thought better once she noticed his angry glare. "Oh, I just remembered. I have things to do." She flashed her motherly smile once more before walking away and turning down a hall, the ribbon on the back of her apron the last Yellow saw of her.

The girl glowered at Pikachu, but smiled and tried to make her next words sound happy. "So, do you want to battle those bug catchers? Do you want to become big and strong? Learn new moves and be a big ol' Raichu? Huh? Do ya?" The pokemon stared at her with the same angry glare he'd been favoring her with since yesterday, but she was used to it, and made the decision. "Alright, let's just go." She picked her backpack up and slipped it on, as Pikachu hopped down to the floor. She took one last glance back to see a Chansey walking into the lobby, cradling the egg in her pouch with one hand and taking a tray of refreshments to guests with the other, and then the teenager stepped out through the automatic sliding doors with Pikachu.

Yellow turned and noticed the Pokemart next door. It was a convenience store which sold most things a trainer would need, especially for when they couldn't get to a Pokecenter in time. They had a salesman parked out on Route 1 yesterday, who'd been offering coupons, but when Yellow met him and thought to make herself more attractive, pushing her breasts up higher and tossing her hair to give it that 'blown-in-the-wind' look, she'd asked if he had anything better to give a poor, inexperienced girl, like her. She'd have been worried about the lecherous looks he gave her, if she hadn't planned on that happening. He'd offered her a free potion in exchange for seeing her breasts, and she'd flashed him with the promise she'd only do it once, though she didn't say she would've done it again if he had another item to give, or just wanted to see them again.

Remembering she needed spare pokeballs to catch pokemon, she led the pouting Pikachu passed the sign on the wall promising, 'Everything a pokemon trainer needs!', and entered, hearing a bell ring inside to alert the employees. From outside, the building wasn't large, but the tall shelves inside, stacked with curative items, made the shop somehow bigger. They awed at the way the overhead lights filtered through the different colored sprays, their reds, blues, and purples casting glittering patterns on the floor. She saw a back wall covered in pokeballs of every make and model, but she thought about the forest and knew some bug types used poison attacks, so she went to get antidotes first.

She and Pikachu went down three aisles, staring up at the many sprays and admiring the lightshow, before she found the selection of antidotes. She grabbed two of the orange bottles, each the size of a lighter, and headed to the back wall. Pikachu stayed ten feet away, watching, as she picked out five of the basic pokeballs, and they made their way to the register. Reaching a front counter display, she saw the bottles of mosquito bug sprays and sun screens and was tempted to get at least one of each, but she didn't have a lot of money and didn't think she'd be in the forest for too long to need them. She turned and continued to the register, Pikachu walking unenthusiastically behind her.

The woman working looked bored as she leaned against the counter, flipping through a magazine with one hand and twirling a strand of her blonde hair with the other. She looked like she was trying to dissuade people from having a job, and it was working. "Oh, hey, did you find everything you were looking for?" Her forced smile and flat voice made Yellow glad she chose to train pokemon, instead of work behind a counter all day.

"No, just these. I saw some things, but they were too expensive." Yellow said as she put the items on the check out stand's conveyor belt. She laughed when the pokeballs started rolling in place, never reaching the register, and the woman finally smiled when she reached over and plucked them off the belt.

"Oh, that's too bad. This place is sometimes like that, but it's not like we're the Celadon Department Store, with everything you'd ever possibly need, like tires next to an eye doctor." She joked while she finished scanning the items and put them in a plastic bag. "That'll be twelve hundred pokemon dollars, please." She said as the cash register opened with a 'Cha-Ching'.

Yellow pulled her wallet from the outside pocket of her backpack and counted out the money, placing the bills on the counter. She stared at the woman, remembering the salesman on Route 1, and debated if she should do what she was thinking. as she put her wallet back. 'If she likes girls, maybe she'll give me a better price?' Deciding it was a better option than paying the full amount, she reached her hands to the hem of her shirt and started pulling up. The woman watched, but didn't comprehend what it meant, even as Yellow slipped her fingers into the cups of her Sunflora print bra and brought it up too, flashing her young, perky C-cup breasts, her nipples already hardening from excitement.

The woman stared blankly for a moment, but when she finally understood what was happening, an angry blush broke out on her face. "You're trying to bribe me!" The woman's accusation told Yellow she'd made the wrong choice, and she heard Pikachu call out a warning behind her. The woman reached over and tried to grab Yellow's shirt to keep her there while she called Officer Jenny, but the sixteen year old snatched the plastic bag and turned, nearly knocking over a display of Bubble gum, and ran down an aisle. She heard the woman following behind her, calling her names, but she kept moving down the aisle, pulling her shirt down as she did.

She saw Pikachu at the end of the aisle and smiled when he turned around and pleaded for her to go faster. The worried look on his face made her look behind her, and she gasped at the woman following with a broom in hand. Yellow ran faster and got to the end of the aisle, but turned too abruptly. Her grocery bag caught the cardboard display on the end and pulled it down, sending sprays and potions crashing and breaking open on the floor. She smirked as she looked back and saw the woman slipping along the floor, her arms pinwheeling, but cringed when she fell into a pile of pokemon dolls. Pikachu urged her to continue on when they saw the woman was alright, and she pushed the door open and ran outside, the electric type right beside her. She was about to lean against the door to rest when she realized the woman was still calling for her to stop.

"Hey, bitch, get back here! You need to pay for those!" Yellow and Pikachu fled around the side of the building and saw a generator and slipped behind it. Yellow felt her heart thundering in her chest as she looked around the machine to see the woman running out the door, her broom still in her hands and strands of her blonde hair loose and hanging in her face. "Damn, the cunt got away!" Yellow ducked back behind the generator so she wouldn't be seen by the woman as she went back inside, the bell above the door ringing again, and Yellow sighed.

She looked to Pikachu and saw he was breathing just as heavily as she was, but he looked happy and free, like he did when he was dreaming. She guessed it was the excitement making him happy. "Pikachu, you alright?" He nodded and she grinned at his smiling face, but remembered the plastic bag in her hand and pulled her backpack off long enough to put the items in. "I don't know why she was chasing us. I left the money on the counter before I ran." Yellow muttered as she zipped the pack closed and swung it over her shoulders, but Pikachu rubbed her thigh to calm her down. "Aw, thanks, Pikachu." She leaned over to hug him, but he pulled back like she burned him, and he mumbled to himself, looking away from her. "Right, you're going to be the little, yellow butt plug in my ass." She rubbed her leg muscles as she got up and looked around.

She saw a huge building in the distance, passed a few neighborhoods, and remembered from the Pokecenter map that it was the Viridian Gym. She knew the first gym on a journey was usually the easiest, so she went in that direction. Pikachu padded along beside her and didn't seem too upset about following, though she knew he'd rather be wild again, as he kept brushing her off every time she tried to cheer him up. They didn't go around the neighborhoods, but walked straight through people's backyards to save time, climbing over fences and running from pets guarding their owners' home, like an overzealous Growlithe that wouldn't stop spitting Embers at them, even after they hopped over the fence to the next house. When they came upon a Sentret digging through a person's garbage cans, she and Pikachu had to detour around the scout pokemon and continue on.

Watching the electric type follow behind her, sniffing the air and swiveling his head to look for any threats, Yellow was reminded of how he wouldn't fight for her. Even now, when they were both being attacked, all he did was flee. She could always make sure the enemy was female, and then he'd have no problem beating them into submission, but then she'd have to explain to the trainer why he was bending over the unconscious loser and mounting her. Maybe she could just tag along with someone strong to keep her safe?

She could find someone, too. She wasn't bad looking, and some have even called her beautiful, but that was to get up her skirt. She was pretty though, with long, wavy brunette hair reaching her mid-back and going nicely with her fair, white skin. She wasn't too tall, but most guys only had a few inches on her. She was thin and lean, with a layer of light muscle hinting that she liked to take care of herself. Her small C-cup breasts kept her busy fending off advances from both sexes, and while her tight butt didn't quite match her breasts, people often ended up slowing down so they could stare as they walked behind her.

Her clothing was very flirtatious, yet practical. She wore a pair of yellow sneakers and white socks, with an orange, loose skirt almost reaching her knees. She had on a fitted, yellow T-shirt, with a pokeball in the center, so at least anyone interested would know she was into raising pokemon. Her underwear was pale yellow with little sunfloras all over them, and her yellow bra had the same pattern. She knew she needed them when she saw them in one of her mom's Victini's Secrets catalogues, and knew any guy who saw them and didn't appreciate her sense of humor weren't good enough for her.

"I wonder if I'll meet a guy in the forest. Someone smart who can help me out when I get stuck battling some tough pokemon. That would be great, working together in this with someone. It wouldn't hurt if he knew how to fuck, too. You think I'll find someone on this journey, Pikachu?" The mouse pokemon looked up, pretending to mull it over, and then laughed and pointed at her. "You're mine, you little, yellow butt plug!" She yelled with a smile, not really mad at him, and pretended to reach for him to exact her revenge. He hopped out of the way and she accidentally fell over, landing with her skirt pulled up and exposing her panty-clad ass. She could feel the wind brushing her pussy and was glad her face was in the grass, or someone would see her blushing.

When she got up, brushing dirt from her front, she glanced around to see if anyone saw her fall, but found they were alone, and across the street from the gym, and she forgot about pretending to be mad. As they got to the towering building, she marveled at the tall roman columns at the entranceway, intimidated by how regal the place looked. She grimaced when she saw the gym's specialty was ground type, making Pikachu completely ineffective against them. She decided to go in anyway, hoping to see how their pokemon battled, so she could develop a winning strategy.

She approached the tall man at the door, who appeared to be guarding it, but the broom in his hand and his rough work clothes suggested he was just the caretaker, and Yellow smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Yellow." She waited for him to acknowledge her, but it looked like he was ignoring everything, except the same three-foot patch of ground he was sweeping in front of him. She snapped her fingers in front of his face, but he still didn't react to her presence, and she glared at the tall man, at his unseeing eyes, and realized he looked like he was in a trance. She walked around him and put her hand on the doorknob to enter, but he immediately turned around and squeezed her shoulders, dragging her away. "Sorry, this place is off limits to people. Please leave, now!" He said as he pushed her away, though his monotone voice and still sightless eyes bothered her as she walked around the building to find another way in.

"That was weird Pikachu. He acted like he didn't know what was happening, but he went Slaking shit when I tried the door." Pikachu murmured, but stopped when he heard a noise. Yellow walked back to the basement window he'd found, low to the ground and too small to crawl through, and crouched down to peer inside with him.

She expected to see a few trainers and their pokemon battling, or at least exercising, but all she saw was what could've passed for an expensive bedroom in a dungeon, and a man in a crisp, button up shirt and business pants was sitting on a small cot, looking up the staircase leading to the first floor. The window had locks and bars on it, so she couldn't get in, but it looked like they were there to keep something in. They watched a tall, white and purple pokemon float down the stairs, its body glowing with a strange, light blue outline, and Yellow felt a faint pressure on her skull. She wasn't sure what pokemon it was, but guessed it was a psychic type when it held out its three fingered hand and the man's body lit up with the same glow, and he was lifted to his feet.

The man looked like he was someone important, with his brown hair slicked back to make him look more severe, but when he was positioned Telekinetically, Yellow knew this pokemon was in charge of him. He was put on his knees in front of the pokemon, his face at the its groin, and Yellow saw his belt being undone Telekinetically and his pants dropping, and then, a floating, blue-contoured, metal vibrator was placed behind him, though Yellow couldn't see where exactly. The man's grimace of pain was clear to Yellow and Pikachu, and she realized he was being fucked with the vibrator. As the white and purple, vaguely feline-shaped pokemon kept going, ignoring the man's discomfort, its eyes flashed blue and the man's hand slowly raised to the pokemon's groin, where its long, purple cock was emerging from its sheath. Yellow gasped, wanting to touch it, but she knew she didn't want to end up like this man, on her knees and serving this psychic type for eternity.

She didn't know what pokemon it was, but she remembered her new Pokedex was able to access things from the internet, and she pulled her backpack off and zipped it open. She found the red encyclopedia and flipped the screen open, holding the scanner to the window, but it sounded out the booting up tone and a progress bar lit up. It took another moment until the screen flashed, revealing a running Pikachu. It changed and the Pikachu was dodging speed lines. Then, it was on a surf board. Finally, it changed to it using balloons to float into the sky. Yellow skipped the ad for All Purpose Pika Powder, the enhancement supplement used by all the top electric type trainers, and the pocket encyclopedia chimed. A placid background of a meadow showed on screen and an electronic voice started up.

"As this is your first time using this device, pay close attention to the warnings. Please, keep your arms and legs inside the..." Just as Yellow was looking for holes for her limbs, the voice started up again. "Sorry, this seems to be a different tutorial. Ah, yes. That's for the Electrode Vibro-ball." The machine seemed to have access to other information, and at any other time, Yellow would've asked about that particular item, but she wanted to know what this feline humanoid pokemon was.

The pocket encyclopedia shined a flickering blue light through the window, which would've alerted the pokemon inside, but its Telekinesis was used at the same time, its eyes flashing blue again. The man was now being forced to give the pokemon a handjob, and Yellow was jealous, wanting to feel the hard, purplish cock herself as her fingers drummed the soft, heated skin and she pumped skillfully. The Pokedex chimed and the screen turned blank, a few question marks signifying a lack of information. "Sorry, Yellow, but this pokemon isn't known. I'd tell you to go ask the man in there, but he seems to have his hands full."

She grinned as she closed the device and put it back in the backpack, zipping it closed. As she got up to leave, feeling her pussy moist with arousal from watching the pokemon, Pikachu ran from her, calling out energetically. "Wait, Pikachu, where'd you-"

"I told you to leave! Now, leave!" The tall man from the door ran around the corner of the building and raced towards her, his arms outstretched like he was going to strangle her from twenty feet away. She got up and ran after her pokemon, following the yellow, lightning bolt-shaped tail. They rounded the corner of the gym and raced along the dirt path to get away, although the man's absence when she looked back a minute later made her sure he had gone back to his 'chore' after they left the premises. When they got to the main road, Pikachu stopped on all fours, his ears drooping as he breathed hard, and Yellow leaned against the welcome sign for Viridian City, reading that Viridian City was 'The eternally green paradise'.

"Oh, man... Pikachu, we've gotta stop making people mad like this. I think I'm going to fall over from exhaustion." She joked, but pulled her water bottle from the side pouch of her backpack and took a sip. She offered it to Pikachu, tilting it so the water was nearly pouring out, and he lapped at the liquid. She capped it and put it away, getting up and glancing around for which way to go.

"Alright, Mouser, good Tackle!" The sixteen year old turned her head to the loud cheer. On the side of the main road, about thirty feet from them, were three boys and their pokemon. They looked like they were probably thirteen years old and their shorts and T-shirts suggested they were youngsters, and the designs on their shirts meant they attended the Pokemon Academy in Viridian City. Two of the boys were standing fifteen feet from each other and a third was refereeing their match, standing in between them and to the side to stay out of the way, yet still see the match accurately. A Rattata was battling against a Pidgey, and it looked like the refereeing boy and his Mankey were waiting their turn to fight the winner.

"Don't let him wear you down, Copper, we can still pull through this!" The boy yelled to his Pidgey. It shook off the last attack and put on a brave face, trying to intimidate the purple mouse pokemon into backing down. It didn't work, but it gave it the edge it needed to execute its trainer's next call. "Now, use Gust!" The tiny bird pokemon flapped its wings vigorously, sending a small funnel of wind away from it, and the air buffeted its opponent.

The Rattata was lifted off the ground and pushed backward, scrabbling at the dirt until it landed on its side. It shook it off as it got to its feet, spitting angrily and gnashing its teeth. "Mouser, are you going to take that? Or are you going to hit him with your brand new Quick Attack?" Its trainer yelled and the mouse pokemon nodded, baring its front teeth and bunching its leg muscles, building the strength to move faster than normal. Yellow snorted at the wild battle cry it gave then, which sounded just like when a squeak toy for a Lillipup was stepped on. It charged at Copper, darting left and right to confuse it, and it leapt at the tiny bird pokemon, knocking it back and landing on it. After the dust cleared, Mouser hopped off and leisurely walked away, confident its opponent was done.

Copper's trainer ran forward and picked the flying type up in his arms, cradling it and murmuring to let it know he wasn't mad. The boy stood up with the Pidgey and walked to the side of the road, passing the boy and his Mankey as they replaced them for battle. Yellow walked over then, wanting to know about the Mankey, a new pokemon she and Pikachu hadn't encountered yet, and she stood to the side of the road. She already knew from the Pokecenter map that Route 22 had a few of the pig monkey pokemon, but she wanted to know if this kid knew of somewhere else.

"Excuse me, but can I ask you a question?" The two boys about to battle groaned at the intrusion and turned to her, but, not expecting to see a pretty, 'older woman', they both uttered, 'Oh!', and turned towards her more. One wouldn't stop staring at her cleavage, but the other one, the Mankey's trainer, remained calm, taking in her appearance and noticing the pokemon with her, and he finally focused on her face. She guessed he either hadn't hit puberty, like his friends, or hit it early and was already comfortable around girls. The defeated boy was still nursing his Pidgey, though she could see the subtle flicks of his eyes as he glanced at her chest, and the small erection in his shorts let her know he liked the view.

"You just did. You wanna ask another and try for the record?" The Mankey's trainer replied with a smirk, and turned back to his pokemon, apparently thinking he'd gotten rid of the sixteen year old with his wit. She was leaning more towards her thought that he hadn't hit puberty yet, since he was being obnoxious. "Alright, Trigger, do just like we practiced in the fields." Before Trigger could move, Yellow stepped in between the two pokemon. Pikachu stood next to his trainer, ignoring everything about the situation, even the fighting type trying to get his attention by waving shyly. Yellow looked to the kid and spoke up, trying to be quick, because she didn't want to talk to him anymore than she had to.

"I want to know where you caught your Mankey. I want to train Pikachu, but the Rattata and Pidgey around here aren't doing much for him. I thought a strong pokemon like that would... make him fight better." She finished her statement by biting her index finger, hoping the boy would be more pleasant if he thought she was into him. The small tent in his shorts told her he was interested, though he still bore the same annoyed look and she frowned. 'He's a horny teenage boy, and a jerk at the same time... great.' She did hear his friends whimper at her sexy display, but didn't spare them a glance.

"Well, that's classified; you're gonna have to battle me if you wanna know!" Trigger looked at its trainer in expectation, its fists clenching for battle. "Come on, Trigger, we're gonna battle this girl!" The Mankey straightened up, puffing its chest and ruffling its fur to intimidate Yellow and Pikachu, and waited by its trainer. Pikachu frowned and looked up at Yellow, showing his disapproval, as if her goal in life should be to figure out how to keep him from battling, and she frowned even more.

"Go on, Pikachu, fight for me. That's why I got you from Professor Oak." She didn't have much confidence after experiencing how he ignored battles, but she had a tiny hope that this was where it all changed and he became her loyal and faithful companion. That hope vanished when Pikachu shook his head, telling her, 'no', and she was sure she'd have to 'apologize' to this kid, however distasteful that idea was to her. She stared at the mouse pokemon, trying to put as much desperation and humility in her gaze as she could, but he still stood there, stubbornly closing his eyes and crossing his arms. The Mankey yelled then, eager for a fight, and the electric type's ears twitched and he turned around, glaring at the pig monkey pokemon. Trigger dropped its gaze and kicked its foot in embarrassment at the quiet sparks in Pikachu's eyes.

"What the hell, bitch? Are we gonna fight, or what?" The kid's annoying voice made her want to kick him between the legs, and his reasoning that just because he was angry allowed him to speak to her that way infuriated her. 'It wasn't like I asked you for a fight, bitch.' She thought as she turned to him, noting the confident look on his face and the smug smirk that begged her to punch in his teeth. She was about to charge at him, but then she noticed his two friends, both their pokemon returned by now, and they were just ogling her, their own small tents very hard, and she got an idea.

"Hey, you two, do you know where this kid got his Mankey?" She asked, bending over slightly and pressing her shoulders inward, causing her breasts to push together and plump up. She smiled inwardly at their almost drooling mouths as they stared at the cleavage offered to their hungry gaze. After remembering what side he was supposed to be on, the Rattata's trainer shifted his sight to his obnoxious friend and she saw the small nod he gave, which told her he wasn't going to tell her anything.

Deciding to work solely on manipulating the one who still only had eyes for her, she leaned into him and whispered seductively. "If you tell me where he caught the Mankey, I'll let you see my breasts." She finished the promise by blowing slightly in his ear and rubbing her breasts into his scrawny chest. She leaned back and stared at him, knowing she won when he shuddered and groaned low in his throat. She glanced down and saw his cock throbbing in his shorts, and knew he was close to cumming. "What do you say, handsome?" She asked in a breathy voice, licking her top lip.

"Um... uh, make sure they don't see them, because they shouldn't get to." He glanced nervously to his friends to see their reactions, but she wouldn't let him change his mind, and she had no intention of letting the annoying jerk see her body. Yellow agreed instantly, pulling her shirt tight to emphasize her perky, small C-cups, and he sighed, staring straight at her chest, as if willing her shirt to come off on its own. She smiled as she slid her hands down to the hem, just like she did in the Pokemart, but before she continued, she looked at him expectantly. He understood after a moment of anticipation and answered. "Right, uh... he caught Trigger on the other side of a stone pathway on Route 22." She'd never thought someone could talk directly to her breasts, but this nearly drooling, horny boy was trying to keep eye contact with them while he spoke.

She lifted her hands, bringing her shirt higher, and watched the boy's eyes widen in disbelief as he saw what was probably the first pair of breasts he'd seen. She slipped her fingers into her bra on the way up, just like earlier, but this time, she had a better, more appreciative audience, even if she should've felt some shame. He stared unrelenting, trying to imprint the sight on his memory, and Yellow saw his hands shaking, fingers twitching, as he fought the temptation to touch her. She smiled, but frowned when the Rattata's trainer's face appeared around her chest, trying to sneak an undeserved peak.

She pulled the clothing down and glared at the new, now scared, face. "I'm sorry, I am, but I just needed to see!" She turned back to her 'informant' and saw a look of near pain on his face, and then he groaned and whimpered, hunching over and almost falling. "Dude! Did you just cum?" His friend asked him. She glanced at his groin and saw a wet spot appearing, and she fixed her bra and shirt, knowing their transaction was complete. He stooped over and waited for his orgasm to pass, but Yellow thanked him and slid between the other two boys, following the road. Glancing back to see if that jerk was watching the show she was putting on, her ass swaying as she walked away, she saw Pikachu trailing behind her, muttering under his breath.

Twenty minutes later, the two were on Route 22. She knew it was the path to the Pokemon League, but she didn't plan on going that far. She wanted to catch something good against rock types, since she'd heard the gym leader in Pewter City was Brock, the rock-solid pokemon trainer. She knew a flying type, like Spearow or Pidgey, weren't good for that, and a normal type, like Rattata, was just as ineffective, but one of those Mankey, a fighting type, would be perfect. She was thinking of a nickname for the pig monkey pokemon, something better than 'Trigger', when Pikachu ran ahead of her and into the field of tall grass.

She immediately ran after him. "Come on, you little, yellow butt plug! I don't have all day to chase you!" She yelled as she ran and tried to see any trace of him. On Route 1, his tail had been sticking up when he ran through grass, but because this grass was taller, she couldn't see him anywhere, and there weren't patches of moving grass near her. She ran on though, accidentally sending a flock of Spearow into the sky. She paid them no mind, although when one of them flew back, angry she'd made it fly away from its meal, she had to run faster just to outrace it. She jumped over a large stone and rolled in the grass till she was on her front and covering the back of her head with her arms.

When she finally opened her eyes and turned over, seeing the bright, blue sky, she was cautious about standing up so soon. She remembered a documentary which said Spearow can remember their enemies well into their later years, even after they'd evolved into Fearow. She crouched and peeked over the grass, but didn't see anything. "Of course you're not going to see anything, Yellow. It's hiding and waiting till it's a big Fearow that can disembowel you." She muttered to herself, as she stood up on shaky legs. She looked around at all the waist-high grass, knowing there was probably a pokemon hidden within thirty feet ready to fight. She also noticed a manmade walkway, made out of cobbled stones, and she stepped onto it, away from the danger of being caught by a wild pokemon without protection.

"Oh, that's right! I'm looking for Pikachu." She reminded herself, and she cupper her mouth with her hands to amplify her voice, as she sang, "Pikachu, where are you? We got some work to do, now!" Walking along the path for a few minutes and looking to every little noise, she nearly stumbled when she walked into a backpack on the ground and her foot got caught in the strap, and she had to grab onto the stone wall to her left to avoid falling. "I wonder who's this is." She bent down and started picking it up, but she heard footsteps and a gloating voice full of derision.

"Really, Yellow, you've got to be the blondest brunette I've ever had the chance of fucking." The male said, his chuckle testament to how amusing she was to him. She turned around to tell whoever this was to take a hike, but when she saw him, she gasped and closed her mouth.

Pallet Town wasn't big. It only had two neighborhoods and one school building. The only place to go out to eat was where her mom works, The Palette Cleanser. There were no gyms, Pokecenters, or Pokemarts, and the only reason why people even mentioned it on T.V. was Professor Oak, who announced the Indigo League champion every three months. There were only a handful of kids, and most of them were boring, wanting to play with kites and stare at clouds to see what shapes they could make out. The reason she didn't just leave when she was old enough to get a pokemon was the boy in front of her now, Garret Oak, her ex-boyfriend.

His medium-length brown hair was messy and sticking up in places, just like it always was before he'd left town, and his eyes were the same greenish-gray color she'd grown used to. The differences were there though, and lent a mysterious air about him. Since she'd last seen him three months ago, he'd turned sixteen years old and he'd gotten taller, to about six feet, three inches, but while his red T-shirt and long blue jeans did their best to add to his build, he was still skinny like she remembered, and his new height made him even lankier. His face appeared older and darker, like he was capable of more, though she thought that was just the stubble from the couple of days he'd gone without shaving.

He also had a fire in his eyes that she knew was from how determined he was to be the best, but that wasn't new. He'd always been practicing pokemon battling on his DS, learning everything there was to the different types and how to train them best. It was nice being the grandson of a professor of pokemon, who had access to any information he wanted. It had been exciting to see Garret pumped about something he knew he'd be doing eventually, as if he could see his bright future just on the other side of some imaginary door, and it had always made her happy to see that. She guessed that burning passion was what set her mind to get a pokemon and start her own journey.

However, about six months ago, something changed in him. When she wanted to do something, like go out to Route 1 with him and have a picnic, or go to the beach on the southern shore of Pallet Town to show him her bikini, she had to beg and plead, and he would only do what she wanted to do halfheartedly, acting the whole time like he was doing her a favor by taking time from his schedule to do something for her. When he'd talk about something he wanted in life, like to be the very best trainer, she encouraged him, but, unlike before those six months, when she tried to get him to listen to her aspirations, he'd tell her to 'go tell it to someone else'. He used to be a kind, fun loving guy who would listen to another's problems and help solve them, but after he'd grown up a little, he'd become selfish, self-absorbed to the point he told her he didn't have time for her, and he just didn't care much if he hurt people's feelings.

It was a few months after that started happening that he'd broken it off with her, saying they just had too many differences, even though they were both into pokemon. Her biggest problem was there was no closure, no clear reason why it happened. She meant to go ask him, but she'd found out the next afternoon he'd gone to his grandfather's lab that morning to get a cute-as-cupcakes Eevee and he'd left on his pokemon journey right then. She had been mad at first, not getting what she needed, which was to find out why they broke up, but after thinking on it, she found she knew it was because he'd changed, and she was left with the regret of spending her time with him. A few months after getting over him, she'd started her own journey with Pikachu, thinking she'd never meet her ex again, but here he was.

She turned to Garret, hating that damned smirk of his, and, just like that stupid Mankey's trainer, she wanted to punch his face. It was something he'd started working on while they dated, but it looked like he perfected it since then, probably on all the low level trainers he met and beat, taunting them into giving the money away after losing. "Garrett, what are you doing here, you Ass licker? Thought you'd be licking someone's ass by now, huh, Ass licker? Or is that how you got to the Indigo Plateau so soon, by licking everyone's ass?"

The skinny teenager approached her with the same amused smirk, as if he knew he was better than this triviality. "Same old Yellow, always lashing out at others for your own insecurities. As I recall, you were the one who wanted to try that certain fetish. I guess... I just didn't have the taste for it." He chuckled at the joke, but they both knew he had told her numerous times while they were dating that he didn't like rimming her.

"Shut up, you non-color! I never said I liked it."

"Oh, no, you just moaned and moaned, and came in minutes. It was pretty hot, seeing you that flustered. But that's not everything in a relationship, is it?"

Yellow blushed and looked away, remembering all the sex they'd had over the course of their relationship. They'd learned a lot by trial and error, but for the most part, it was the best way she could've thought to spend her early teen years. She felt her pussy get wet at just thinking about laying on her shoulders on the floor with him over her, fucking her downward, in the position Garret had called, 'Stockpile Driver'. She also enjoyed 'Miltank girl', where she was on top and riding his hard cock till they both gasped and moaned out their orgasms. Recalling all the details of the past few years, she realized that was what had kept her from breaking up with him when he became such a jerk. 'I was blinded by dick!'

His hand reaching for one of the pokeballs on his belt brought her back to their conversation, and she reminded herself not to try to get back with him for his delicious cock. He tapped the pokeball's release and the white beam zipped out and materialized into an Eevee. The brown and white furred pokemon yawned and laid down on its tummy, its tongue hanging out as it panted, and it stared emotionlessly from its trainer to Yellow. "So, finally decided to follow me and not spend your time waiting for me? Don't worry, babe, you can be my partner on this road trip. Me and Eevee will keep you safe, won't we, girl?" He said, regarding Yellow with the same amused tone of voice.

"I think your Eevee's a little tired, and it's, 'Eevee and I', idiot. And I don't need protecting; I've got my own pokemon." Her declaration was solid and confident, but she didn't know what she'd do if he wanted to see Pikachu. As if listening the whole time, the mouse pokemon came running around a stone wall with an Oran berry in his paws, but as soon as he saw the female Eevee he walked up to her, flexing his muscles to impress her, and offered it to her. She accepted it and shooed Pikachu away with a dignified look that said, 'That will be all'. He stared at the evolution pokemon incredulously, as if it was standard procedure to bend over when the guy buys dinner, and he huffed and crossed his arms, as he turned to Yellow.

"Steak sauce! Yes, a Pikachu! I need a pokemon that can paralyze." He pointed to Pikachu and said to the Eevee, "Eevee, quit eating that berry and catch me that Pikachu!" She stopped nibbling at the fruit and stood up, although she lurched to her feet instead of rising smoothly.

"It looks like Eevee is way too tired, Garret. You should probably take her to the Pokecenter after Pikachu and I beat your ass, Ass licker." It was Yellow's turn to smirk at his confused face, gazing triumphantly into his eyes, and she could almost see the gears turning in his brain. It took him a few seconds to understand, which was just long enough for her to savor her win, and then he smirked and crossed his arms again.

"She's okay. I'm more worried about this Meowth treat you got here." He smiled at Pikachu's growl and Yellow's jaw clamping shut and her fists tightening, as he returned the Eevee, not letting her get back to her berry, which lay half eaten by his feet. "So, gramps relented and gave you a pathetic, little thing like him?" Pikachu stepped up to him, muttering at the way he was talking about him, and Yellow was heartened to see his red cheeks sparking.

"I don't think he's pathetic at all, Garret; I think you are. And no, I don't want to go with you, or even think of you, so why don't you just get out of here." She was done dealing with him and she needed to get away before she did something she'd regret, like get on her knees in front of him, pull out his cock, and blow his mind. She crossed her arms and turned away, raising her chin so he'd see she was serious, though the arousal she felt when her thighs rubbed together distracted her for a brief second.

Despite her baser instincts urging her, she held strong and he got the hint. He bent down and picked up his backpack, pulling it over his shoulders, and started walking passed her. At the last second, just as he was shoulder-to-shoulder with her, he stopped and leaned in, trying for a kiss. She wouldn't let him though, and turned and kneed him in the groin, hearing a satisfying, whimpering noise escape his throat as he buckled over, falling to his side, and she smiled and Pikachu laughed. "I think I like you better like this Garret, laying down before me and submitting to my awesome power. I think I might be into Dom/sub play."

She walked around him, surveying him like an artist looks at a blank canvas, and then bent over and spanked him a few times. She giggled when he reached out to grab her ankle, and she hopped back, out of his way. "Whoops, that's my cue. I'll see you later, and take care not to overdo it." She skipped around his rolling body and left him rubbing his crotch and moaning in pain. "Come on, Pikachu, mom always said, "Leave them wanting more." The mouse pokemon agreed and followed her down the cobblestone path, back towards town.

Once they were far enough away and wouldn't be overheard, she spoke to the pokemon. "Hey, thanks for sticking up for me, Pikachu. It means a lot." He blushed and looked away, but when they stepped into the tall grass, she couldn't see him again. "Okay, Pikachu, this time, I don't want to lose you, so please stay with me." She felt the pokemon grasp onto her skirt, holding on loosely in case he needed to battle, and she smiled, remembering how she used to hold her mother's hand in the store. While they walked in the grassy field, Yellow saw a few pokemon, though she skirted them, even when a Mankey, the pokemon she was looking for, dropped from a tree with a Payapa berry in its hands. She didn't want to stay around any longer than she had to, at least for the moment, because of the possibility of confronting Garret again, and she was certain she could find a pokemon good against rock types later.

'He wasn't always such an ass hat.', she thought about her ex-boyfriend. She wanted to remember him as that great, generous, decent boy she used to love, but now, after seeing the arrogant, cold, and overconfident boy he had grown into, she wanted nothing to do with him. It was such a shift in personality that if she had met him after he'd changed, she'd never have been with him. "Hey, Pikachu, based on Garret back there, do you think I'm stupid about boys?" The mouse pokemon stopped and she saw him looking up at her through the blades of grass. He murmured and she tried to lean in to hear, but he patted her thigh and exclaimed happily, letting her know he didn't think she was stupid. "Oh... well, thanks. I expected you to say I'm dumb for being with him in the first place, when he's such a jerk." He muttered and she wanted to think he was agreeing that Garret was a jerk, and not that she was dumb.

They walked over a large, flat rock buried in the ground, leaving the last of the long grass, and grinned. Yellow was about to clap her hands in happiness when she heard a terrifying cry, "Spearow!" She looked over her shoulder at the dozens of fierce, tiny bird pokemon, their short, hooked beaks shining in the sunlight, as they flew low to the tall grass, flapping right for them. The same flock of Spearow from earlier was coming to get their revenge, and judging by how angry they appeared, it was going to hurt. Yellow bent down and picked up Pikachu, who hadn't seen the flock yet, but once he did, he climbed over her shoulder and sat on her backpack and squeezed her neck, compelling her to move away from the pokemon. "Hang ten, Pikachu!" She broke into a run, following the dirt path towards town. She passed two youngsters and nearly got tackled by their battling Sentret, but she ducked and kept going, yelling over her shoulder, "Run, Bitch! Run!" She didn't wait to see if they heard, but the loud, pained wail told her at least one was too slow.

She saw an opening in a thick stand of trees to her left and veered in. As they darted into the narrow gap, Yellow and Pikachu were thrown into darkness, and she was too busy pushing aside low hanging branches and dealing with the many twigs slapping at her face to look back to see if they lost them, but Pikachu's urgent calling and tiny claws scrabbling at her neck made her run faster, thinking the whole flock had followed them in. When she got to what seemed to be a dead end, she started to panic, thinking they were going to be stabbed by dozens of sharp beaks, but around the corner was a very narrow space she had to turn sideways to step through. As she did, turning to finally face the normal/flying type horde, she saw only eight or nine behind her, doing their best to keep up in the obstacle course of branches, though they were farther behind than she thought.

She hopped through, but her foot caught on a root and she fell over, right next to the main road running through Viridian City. Standing up, she took a moment to breathe, while she watched the Spearow in the trees having a tough time catching up, some of them giving up and turning back. She thought Pikachu and she were going to be fine, but then she heard the cacophony of shrill Spearow cries from above them. "Damn, why'd they have to be organized?!" She bemoaned as she looked up at the descending cloud of brown normal/flying types that had separated and flown above Yellow and Pikachu when the two had entered the trees, and now were heading straight for them. She turned and ran, feeling the last of her energy draining, as she escaped the tiny bird pokemon who wanted to Peck her bones clean.

She breathed hard, wincing every few steps when her lungs stretched, and she felt a minor pain in her side that was screaming at her just as loudly as her leg muscles were, but she knew the screeching flock was steadily gaining on her and Pikachu in spite of her effort. She felt like she was going to finish the job these Spearow had started, by just pushing herself to death, and she cried out in desperation, looking around for any places to hide. She saw a tall fence lining the right side of the road, and small bushes dotting the left side, separating the road from the green expanse beyond, and she realized she had to save her pokemon, even if she couldn't save herself. "Pikachu, I'm not going to be able to run anymore! Save yourself!" She yelled over the shrieking cries right behind her.

Instead of running away to be free, the yellow mouse pokemon leapt off of her backpack and straight into the fog of normal/flying types, hopping from one to another to get to the center. She heard him call out in pain as they Pecked him, but then he yelled fiercely, his voice strong, and a violent Thunder Shock ripped through the flock. He was so angry and frustrated at them, that the electric attack kept coming from him, and the continuous damage was super effective, as each tendril of electricity shot through one and chained to several more. It finally stopped and a few Spearow fell to the ground, fainted, but the bulk of the flock flew back to Route 22, sparking and crying out in pain and fear. Yellow stopped then, and almost collapsed, clutching her side and breathing heavily, but she turned around to see Pikachu riding one of the Spearow to the ground, clutching the feathers on its head and steering it to the road, as it cried out miserably. He gave it a last Thunder Shock to knock it out, as he dismounted it, panting and looking for any more targets.

Her throat was too dry and she pulled her water bottle out, taking a long, slow sip, and then let the pokemon drink before slipping it back into her backpack's side pouch. "Oh my god! Pikachu, that was so cool!" She screamed hoarsely, once she didn't feel her heart trying to break free of her chest. Pikachu blushed and turned away, but Yellow noticed he had some scratches from the Spearows' Pecks. "Oh, you're hurt. I'll get you to the Pokecenter."

She started walking slowly to the building in the distance, but a young woman a few years older than Yellow walked over. She was Asian, thin and petite, and her long, black hair looked like spun silk as it bobbed in its ponytail. She had a small pair of A-cup breasts, barely there, and Yellow couldn't see a bra beneath the girl's tight, white T-shirt. Her yellow short shorts were also tight, and showed off generous amounts of her smooth legs.

"Hello, are you two okay? I saw what happened." Her accent made her even more adorable, though her small frame and bouncy ponytail had Yellow thinking that was impossible to do. The sixteen year old trainer panted, massaging her side and switching her weight from foot to foot to soothe her legs, and the Asian girl looked from her to the pokemon with concern.

Yellow turned to Pikachu to gauge his scratches, but the twitching of his tail caught her attention. It shook after a few seconds, like he was trying to wiggle it free from something, and then again. "Pikachu, you alright?" She bent down to inspect him, but he wouldn't let her, skipping away a few feet. "Fine, we'll just take you to Nurse Joy and she can fix you up." She straightened and turned to say, 'Goodbye', to the girl, but she was interrupted.

"Actually, my grandpa has a spare potion, but I'll have to persuade him to part with it." She said, as she turned around and walked over to the side of the road, where a small park was. They walked between two large bushes and Yellow saw a few picnic tables side-by-side. The girl led them to one of the picnic tables where an old, Asian man sat. On the table was a chess board and Yellow saw they were in the middle of a match. She assumed the old man studying the board was the girl's grandfather. "My name's Brenda, and that's my grandfather, Hong. Be careful, he hasn't had his coffee yet." She said to Yellow, as she sat opposite her grandfather. Yellow had the brief thought that granddaughters didn't usually call their grandparents by their real names, but that was brushed aside when Hong decided his next move was to carefully spin the board around the table so he was white and she was black, and about to have 'her' king defeated.

"Grandfather, you know that's cheating." She scolded him playfully.

"Oh, is it? I wasn't aware of the rules."

"But you taught me how to play. Anyway, this trainer needs the potion for her Pikachu." Brenda gestured to Yellow, who waved politely. Hong looked to the sixteen year old, but when she gestured to Pikachu at her feet, his gaze didn't waver from her heaving chest. He was wearing thick, coke bottle glasses, so she just assumed he was blind, and thought that was where her pokemon was.

"Why, you have the loveliest yellow eyes. I bet you get them from your mother." Yellow blushed and looked down at the pokemon complaining at her feet. Pikachu's arms were crossed and he was staring off into the distance, waiting impatiently for his twitching tail to get healed. Brenda giggled quietly with her fingers covering her mouth, but she leaned forward in her seat to whisper into the old man's ear. "Oh, my apologies, miss. I did not realize what I was looking at."

"Oh, well, that's alright. You wouldn't believe how often it happens." She smiled pleasantly at Hong and Brenda, but frowned a moment later when she noticed his gaze didn't move. "Uh, sir, you're still doing it." She was always conscious of her perky, C-cup breasts, but anytime she caught someone looking, they'd immediately avert their eyes and pretend not to have been staring. Even when she flashed the Pokemart employee on Route 1, he'd looked the other way after a minute, giving her the signal to put her shirt down. 'This man is courageous in the face of de-teat.'

The old, Asian man smiled and said, "Yes, I know. See, even though you're a beautiful girl with the most gorgeous blue eyes, I still prefer this view." Yellow didn't even correct him on her eye color, which was brown, and she felt and heard Pikachu fall over onto her foot in exasperation.

"Grandfather, you know that's not acceptable behavior." Brenda said as she rubbed the back of her neck and smiled, like, 'That's just what grandparents do', though Yellow noticed the older girl was looking at her breasts with exclusion as well.

"Oh, is it not? I wasn't aware of the rules."

"But you taught me how to check out gir- I mean, um... Granbull... yeah, because you used to be a breeder. Anyway, please, just refrain from being a creepy, old man for five minutes. I'll make it worth your while." Yellow could only guess what she'd been about to say, but when Brenda raised her leg and placed her foot in Hong's lap, she knew there was no way he was mistaking it for someone else's leg. "Come on, Hong, what do ya say? Will you help out poor, um, I didn't catch your name." She turned to Yellow and smiled, blushing slightly, and Yellow tried to focus on Brenda's almond-shaped brown eyes, instead of her bare foot still rubbing Hong's crotch. She was starting to believe these two weren't actually related and just liked to role play like they were.

"Uh, I'm Yellow, and this is Pikachu. We're going to be the very best... and win battles, and things. We already succeeded against a large flock of Spearow, as you saw, and we can do more." She couldn't stop talking as she saw Brenda's foot moving in her peripheral vision, getting her 'grandfather' ready for sex. She wasn't against their love, or whatever it was, but she wasn't too thrilled with the thought of an old man having sex with a young girl, since the only old man she knew was Professor Oak, who had always given her lecherous stares when she was studying in the lab with Garret.

"Right, Yellow and Pikachu need a potion because of that dangerous flock of Spearow we heard. Won't you help them out, grandpa?" The thin Asian teenager licked her lips and pouted, her bottom lip hiding the top one, and even Yellow couldn't say, 'no', to her wide, brown eyes. She was sure Hong wouldn't refuse, especially while Brenda was still rolling her foot around on his groin.

"Well, when you put it that way- ooh, and that way, I like that way... alright, I see your point." He said as he tilted on his bench and fished a purple spray from the travel bag at his side. "This should help your poor, afflicted Pikachu." He handed it to Yellow, who had to deal with his gaze settling on her chest again.

"Pikachu, hop up here." She said as she patted the tabletop. She turned over the potion in her hands, the lighter-sized plastic bottle of liquid lavender promising rejuvenation, and she read the instructions. "Spray until all liquid is gone." She read aloud, and glanced at Brenda and Hong to see if they were done playing footsie. His 'granddaughter' now had both legs up, her feet rubbing his groin with enthusiasm, and she was grinning mischievously.

Yellow was about to use the spray on them to stop their lust when Pikachu hopped from the bench to the table and stared at her, waiting for the potion. She held it about half a foot over him, making sure it would cover him, and she squeezed the trigger. The purple liquid sprayed out in a fine mist, landing on his yellow and brown fur, and Pikachu sneezed, sending short electric shocks from his cheek glands. She grinned when she noticed his tail wasn't twitching on its own anymore. As she emptied the small bottle, she turned to Hong to thank him, but he wasn't on the bench anymore.

"Where did..." Brenda pointed and the sixteen year old saw the old, Asian man standing by the side of the road, leaning on his cane and looking in both directions, before walking into the middle. "What is he doing?" She turned back to the thin Asian, but she just shrugged.

"He said something about teaching these kids the 'what-for', whatever that is." She said, as she put the chess pieces and the folding game board into their travel bag. She stood up and walked with Yellow and Pikachu to Hong. "Grandfather, what are you doing?"

"This girl, Yellow, is a trainer, right?" He had removed his thick, coke bottle glasses and he wasn't squinting like he was earlier, and Yellow felt a growing suspicion. The two girls nodded and he 'hmm'ed. "Well... now that I've had my coffee, I feel much better." Yellow didn't think he'd drunk anything, and he didn't look any different, except his eyes were wider and more alert.

"Hey, wait a minute, old man, do you even need those glasses?" She asked, pointing her finger in between his eyes.

He smiled and chuckled, and then leaned closer to her. He whispered with glee, "No, I don't! I just like to look at the pretty, pretty girls!" He laughed at Yellow's uncomfortable face and stepped back. "Now, then, as I was saying... I was once the very best pokemon catcher." He pointed to his 'granddaughter' and said, "She should know; she polishes my trophy every night." Yellow shuddered, finding it difficult to think he was talking about an actual trophy, and when Brenda blushed a bright red, she knew he was talking about something else. "Would you like me to show you how to catch pokemon, Yellow?"

He didn't wait for a response and turned, pointing to a kid walking passed them. The youngster was leading a docile Rattata by a leash attached to its collar. "Look, a wild pokemon!" Hong jumped in front of the kid, who panicked and held his hands in front of his face to ward off what he thought was a mugging. Hong held up a minimized pokeball and shouted, "Go, pokeball!", before he pressed expanded it and threw the device at the kid and his Rattata, drawing them into its depths with a red beam. The pokeball dropped and jiggled a few times in the middle of the road, and Yellow had the depressing thought that this kid and his Rattata were soon to be this creepy, old man's servants, but the ball's release broke and a white light erupted out, materializing into the boy and his Rattata. The boy and pokemon looked at each other, seeing if anything was missing, and they rejoiced when they saw they were unscathed.

Hong reached to his belt for another pokeball, expanding it as he pulled it free, and wound his arm back to put some heat on the pitch. The youngster and his Rattata saw this and ran, waving their arms and screaming for Officer Jenny. "I guess I'm not as good as I used to be, Yellow. I'm so sorry I couldn't catch you that boymon and his Rattata." He said sincerely, though Brenda and Yellow were both trying to hide their snickers, Yellow with her fist and Brenda with the same, cute display of covering her mouth with her fingers. "Ah, it looks like I'm all out of pokeballs, Brenda. Would you accompany me to the Pokemart for some more?"

His 'granddaughter' nodded her head vigorously, another mischievous grin on her face, and walked over to hold his hand, although her other hand massaged his shoulder as they started walking away. "So long, Yellow, and good luck on your travels!" She yelled over her shoulder, though they were still only five feet away.

Yellow watched them departing for a moment, till he spoke about Brenda helping him make more 'potion' and slipped his hand in the back of her shorts to fondle her ass, and the trainer frowned, slightly uncomfortable about it, and turned to see Pikachu.

"You alright, now, Pikachu?" He nodded, looking a little disgruntled as well, and turned to look down the road in the direction of Route 2. She knew she didn't want to go back to Route 22, since it only held psychotic Spearow and a pathetic Garret. "Are you ready to go out and find new friends and fight battles?" He nodded, though his smile slipped a little. "Oh, come on, I'm not going to make you fight as much as Garret did to Eevee." She promised, already wondering how to tell pokemon services about the teenager's abuse of his pokemon. She clasped her hands together beneath her chin and pushed out her bottom lip to break Pikachu's defenses, like Brenda had done to Hong. "So, what do ya say? You want to stick with me this time?"

He still looked like he was going to refuse to battle, so she lost the pouting face and grew serious, adopting a look that showed she'd be happy with whatever he chose, and crouched down to his level. "I need you to stop being the little, yellow butt plug in my ass, and start being the little, yellow butt plug on the battlefield. Can you do that?" She asked nicely, and she smiled and bit her bottom lip when the electric type pantomimed a boxer. It was cute watching him stand on two legs and shuffle his feet and pump his fists, blocking imaginary body blows, though she didn't want to admit that, as she didn't think he viewed himself as 'cute'.

"Yes, Pikachu, actual battling. But maybe with moves you know, and not what a Sawk would use." He smiled and his red cheeks sparked a few times. "Yeah, like that." She grinned at his determined smile, which told her he'd fight, and then she straightened up and turned to Route 2. "Alright, you ready to go?" He nodded and Yellow started walking away from Viridian City with Pikachu at her side. The sun at their backs, and looking forward to whatever may cum, they set out for Viridian Forest, ready to meet new friends, and foes, and to be the very best.

As The Journey Continues...

More AU: Oh my! Will Grandpa ever get his pokeballs? Will Garret ever get his color back? Will I ever shut up? Review and tells me what you thinks. Yellow and I desperately seek your approval, nameless and faceless ppl of the internet. (I know, we're an attention whores like that, but what can you do...)

Since most of you reading this probably didn't know, I sent out PMs to my fans, asking for what the new name should be. And guess what? No seriously, guess... No, how would that even be possible?

Anyway, some fans replied back and gave me suggestions, effectively helping write this story, or at least its title. At this point in the ANs, I'm going to thank them, but only a few at a time, a few each chapter, just to make it interesting.

TheBlackEsbreon: You talked to me! You really talked to me(Yep, I'm a stupids:)! Esbreon was the first one to suggest 'Electric', so she kind of has to go here. Thanks for the assist.

Wildlian: Thanks for helping, and for reading my stuff.

silverlining990, bye bye