Yellow meets Carlos Verde and starts traveling with him and his female Bulbasaur. Enjoy, and warnings inside. Don't read if you're under the legal age. 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. Intended for readers of legal age. In America, this means 18, but I don't know about other places.
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: 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. 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?
You didn't have to talk down to the internet. There's also action, pokemon battles, and general humor. 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: 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. I can't walk to another continent. 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.
Do you think you'd fight those? 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.
You've already healed this pokemon. What else were you in need of? 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. Nurse Joy smiled and turned to the wall map. It's muggy and hot, but there's many low level bug catchers that I'm sure your Pikachu could handle.
Either way, I'm sure you and this pokemon will be happy. I have things to do. The girl glowered at Pikachu, but smiled and tried to make her next words sound happy. Do you want to become big and strong?
Learn new moves and be a big ol' Raichu? 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! 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. I saw some things, but they were too expensive. 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.
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. 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. 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.
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. You need to pay for those! 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. 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. I left the money on the counter before I ran. 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.