A new world to explore.
#1 of If I could walk 500 miles.
I do not own pokemon, insert other non-smut related disclamer stuff here. Thanks for taking the time to read my work, its my first time really uploading anything here. No juicy stuff yet, but its comming soon, infact probably within the next hour. Constructive critism is always welcome, and feel free to tell me what you really think of hit.
Alan reached out and grasped the hand rail of the gangplank, a sigh leaving his lips as he leaned heavily against the cool, slick, metal guard rail. This was the main reason he tried to avoid traveling by ship, the rolling motion made him incredibly sea sick. But, his mother had been adamant that he make this trip. "Alan," she had began, "You are nineteen years old! You can't keep yourself confined to Goldenrod forever you know! You need to go out and see the world, meet new people, live a little!" Alan had tried to get out of it, but she had refused to take no for an answer.
And so, now he found himself slowly crawling down the gangplank towards the reassuring firmness of solid ground. Finally reaching the ground, Alan collapsed spread eagle on the ground and panted heavily, a groan escaping his mouth as he lay in the midday sun. He had finally arrived in Slateport. The cracking sound of a pokeball opening echoed, followed by the reassuring smell of cinnamon and paprika washing over him. The scent was quickly joined by a shadow.
"Bay-Bayleaf!" the figure intoned, as a soft but solid cheek nuzzled into the side of his neck carefully. Without opening his eyes, Alan reached up and stroked the back of the pokemon's head. "It's alright Rita." He said, his body relaxing quite a bit at the familiar scent wafting over him. "Just a little sea sick is all." Alan finished, a smile finally managing to break through as he sat up. Slowly he opened his eyes and found himself face to face with Rita. As he gazed into the amber pools of her eyes, Alan thought back to their chance meeting.
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It was autumn, the leaves were mostly finished changing and were beginning to fall in earnest. Alan, who was twelve at the time, had been running about and playing in the piles of fallen leaves around his home town of Goldenrod. As he was about to jump into another pile of leaves, a badly wounded Chikorita was thrown into the very same leaf pile. Shocked, Alan took a few cautious steps towards the injured pokemon. Slowly, he reached down and carefully laid a hand upon her. The Chikorita barely moved.
More worried than scared, Alan picked up the injured pokemon and cradled it in his arms. Behind him, there was an enraged roar. Spinning on his heel, Alan managed to get the impression of something very large, and exceedingly angry. The boy ran. He ran as fast as his young legs could carry him, and yet, it wasn't fast enough. The great beast had slashed out and its four claws had ripped across his back. Crying out in agony, the boy had tried to keep running towards his home, but quickly blacked out. The next thing Alan remembered was waking up in the Goldenrod Pokemon Center, the Chikorita cuddled in tight against his side. He tried to get her to go back into the woods, but the little pokemon refused to go anywhere without him, so eventually he saved up enough to get a pokeball for her. He and Rita had been partners ever since.
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As he snapped back to the present, he found Rita no more than two inches from his face, a blush painting her features and a strange look in her eyes. Blushing furiously at her closeness, Alan rapidly jumped up and looked around. He wasn't sure why he had reacted the way that he had, but his heart was racing and his brain, for just a second (that he refused to acknowledge), wondered what Rita's lips would have felt like. "Come on Rita. We need to find a place to eat, and a place to sleep." With that, alan began to walk into town. Rita watched him whistfully for a moment, before trotting to his side, the afternoon sun warming both of them and framing them in the most enjoyable of lights.