New experiences: Chapter 1. A hot summers night
#1 of New experiences.
Pokemon is owned by...their owners. Wow I love pokemon but I still don't know thier makers, god I need to be hit for being a fan for all these years and still not knowing that. Oh well, if under eight-teen don't read, and reason I don't need someones mother yelling at me about proper whatever she'll be yelling about. Anyway hope you like it. :Written by: ShadowStar. :Fixed by: lordwegner
"This should be far enough." I sighed softly on this calm night. Sitting against a large old oak tree, I stared up at the stars in the night sky; contemplating the dream from the night before. A dream of the most forbidden of acts that could occur between trainer and pokemon; intense, mind-numbing sex. But it wasn't right. After all a pokemon having sex with its trainer, it is not right by any standards. Anyone who'd be caught would be greatly looked down upon by society. This made my urge even harder to control for he is well known around the four regions. Closing my eyes, I took a deep cleansing breath. As I slowly open my eyes and continue staring at the clear night sky, I hoped for something to help relieve this problem of mine. "I love him, but... I'm not in love with him.... Am I?" these and other thoughts continued running through my mind. Hearing something in the bushes, I was jolted back to my senses. Not sure who or what was there, I slowly stood up preparing for a fight. The bushes rustled some more and then they emerged, a scrawny human I know as my trainer came running out of them with Shadow, his trusted Umbreon, by his side. I was shocked to see him wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. "Freya...is everything alright?" he asked me still breathing heavily in his teenage voice. He was sweating from the heat of this hot summer's night, which did not bother me to much except for this sense of lust and passionate heat rising in my body the longer I gazed at him. I was very happy to have the occasional cool breeze wafted in from the north; cooling down those who were out at this time of night. "I looked every where, and couldn't find you. You really had me worried." he told me. "He was worried about me?" It was strange to here that; I am very capable of taking care of myself, though it was very reassuring to know he cared greatly. On the other hand when I met first met him; he needed someone to worry about him. It happened a few years ago in the Hoenn desert. ***flashback*** He was laying limp on the hot sand, unmoving, passed out from heat exhaustion, and looked deader than a fossil. When we first met, I was a newly hatched trapinch traveling with my brothers and sister in search of food. One of my brothers saw him as a next meal, but I saw him as something different, something unique, something new. I stood there and watched as my brothers and sisters climb on top of him. As they crawled over him, looking for the best place to begin their feast, I sat there watching. I listened to him groan and watched as he shifted in his half-conscious state, but didn't wake up. Then it happened, one of my brothers opened his large vice-like jaws that he used to crush rocks and boulders with, and sunk his ever so large teeth into the humans rear end. He elicited an ear piercing cry of pain from my too be trainer. ***end of flashback*** I thought the sight of him franticly running around in circles, trying get my brother off his butt was funny, and I couldn't help but laugh. Once his ordeal was over and my bothers and sisters returned under the ground, I walked over to him, and sat down. He asked me "Do you want to come with me." I nodded yes. He pulled a pokeball from his belt and gently tapped my forehead. In a flash of red light I was captured; ready to begin my journey with this strange person. To my amazement, during our travels, Max always seemed to just make me laugh, but not on purpose. He seemed to be "accident" prone during our travels. Very quickly I learned, as did his other pokemon, to travel with the "Five foot rule" when with him. The "Five foot rule" just means we stay at least five feet away from him. Either being struck by a stray thunderbolt, scorched by a flamethrower, frozen by an ice beam, or ran over by a poke stampede; nothing that happened to him was considered normal bad luck. I always felt ashamed of myself, because even though I know he was in some pain, I always found myself laughing hysterically. One of his most recent mishaps was the rogue soccer ball that was kicked by a hitmonlee using its mega-kick attack. A gust of wind had blown the ball off course, and it struck Max right between the legs. This was witnessed by every guy and male pokemon around, who all in unison moved a hand, paw, claw or what ever to their crotch as they shuddered and wince as if feeling the pain themselves. I laughed so hard I couldn't breath, sure he was in a lot of pain, but it was the way he reacted. From all his pain, he brought me a lot of happiness which I wanted to return. Finally it happened. I evolved into flygon. Max was so happy, as was I. Anyway, there they stood Shadow and Max. As far as appearances go, the two were a perfect match. Max's snow white hair looked as if it was made of moonlight, Shadow's sleek black fur with yellow rings that brightened at night. White and black, yin and yang or what ever else you could call it, but their eyes. Their eyes were what make them look the same. Their stares feels like they were looking into your soul, a weird feeling to most, but it made me wet. Their cold yet heart warming stare feels a lot like this night. Quickly looking around Max saw that I was safe. "Well if you're okay we'll let you have your peace and quiet. Id stay, but I got to get back before Sparky breaks something." Max told me. "When we get back, could you make me something to eat? All this running around made me hungry." asked Shadow as they returned to house. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. All of Max's pokemon, including myself, actually can talk and communicate with humans. He had a very special training method which made it very easy for us to learn how to speak. This was just one of Max's stupid ideas, but we actually have fun carrying conversations between battles. That's probably why we're all so close, but none are as close as Zero. You could probably guess that Zero was his first, and you're right. Unlike everyone else, Zero is closest to Max. Someone I would never be. A few hours past since they left with my swirling thoughts and mixed emotions. No matter how long I sat there, I could not come to a reasonable answer or solution to my personal dilemma. "Why....why do I feel this way? I never had to deal with this before, so...why now!" I asked myself as I closed my eyes that lay behind their thin red protectors. Lost in thought, I did not even notice that the wind had picked up from a gentle breeze to a strong gust. A loud thump few feet away from me aroused me from my thoughts. I quickly stood up and opened my eyes to see another flygon standing before me. I watched as his trainer dismounted him and stood at his side. I did not like the look of his trainer; something about her screamed evil. She stood there wearing tight black leather boots that went as high as her thighs, and black skirt with matching short sleeve blouse. She completed her ensemble with dark pointy glasses to conceal her eyes, and long white gloves covering her forearms. I knew the red "R" on the front of her blouse all to well. She was with team rocket, and was up to no good.
And thats it for now. Uhh...I got nothing. If its not too much, I'd like to know if I should continue this or not. Oh and I'd also like to make clear, a very good friend of mine helped me with this. I'd like those who read this, to give special thanks to my friend lordwegner on FA for fixing it up. It wouldn't be what it is now if it wasn't for