Allen:*sigh* "just a little further till I'm out of this forest."Being a mine worker sucks. Mining ore for pokéballs that the trainers use to catch them is hard work they get to do something they like and we mine the titanium, wolfram, and iron that is used to make them I got a pokéball as a gift from my dad but he left me when I was 12 I'm now 18 have a shack and a pickaxe to make my money. Suddenly my pokédex ,the computer I built to identify Pokémon, went off stating " a wild Gardevoir has appeared!" With a small cheering sound effect great a lame tune for when I get my ass kicked! It damn near gave me a stroke when it leapt out of the bushes being scared like a little bitch I accidentally chucked the pokéball I was holding into its face and disoriented it. A small red beam is expelled from the ball lighting up the Pokémon and it swiftly sucked it in. I was about to run when i heard the ball glow green and lock I was shocked, happy, sad, and nearly shit myself it was quite strange to see my luck actually working out for once. I cautiously picked up the ball and put it in my bag. I then began the long tedious walk home.
2 hours later....
Allen: "Thank god." I open my shack door after unlocking it and opened up to the small room with a fire pit cot and square table with chairs "home sweet home" I said as I closed and relocked the door behind me. I placed the pokéball on the table still uneasy it would burst and I get killed by an angry Pokémon. I pulled out some wood, tender, kindling, kerosene, and a match box I made fire and pulled out the jug of potato soup I made a week earlier and poured some in the pot next to the fire. Allen: I might as well pull up a chair I thought as I grabbed the guitar in the corner of the room it was small and old but had a good sound to it. I was stirring the soup when it began to boil and put some in a bowl I prayed and began to eat but I made a mistake I bumped the pokéball and it rolled off the table and hit the floor opening and an irritated Gardevoir was let out. "What the hell?!?" Allen:"did you say that?" " yes you idiot we Gardivoirs can telepathically speak." " but I can also speak English ". As much as I hate to say it she was hot even though I'm not into the beastiality thing but then again I am a very lonely person anyway. I was terrified and the only thing I could say and very sheepishly was "want some potato soup?" Once again my luck struck gold because she was hungry and somehow some way found compassion. I got her a bowl of soup and asked her how she even got here since her species isn't native to the area. G:" I escaped from a camp of raiders nearby barely. all kinds of Pokémon are held up for auction there. but I managed to get out with the help of rusted lock I thought you were one of the raiders and was going to kill you but I now see you're just a miner." Allen:" that explains a lot especially why you were thrown in the pokéball so easily you were weak from being locked up." I set the soup down in front of her and she gulped it down so fast I barely sat down so I ended up giving 1/2 the pot to her and I ate the rest I washed it and went to playing the guitar and she began to get sleepy so I eventually got tired and laid down I asked if she wanted to go back in the ball but she quickly refuted. So I asked her if she wanted to sleep with me and she said she was ok with that. She crawled into the covers and stayed to one side of the bed I rolled over and drifted into a deep restful sleep....
5 hours later....
I awoke to her leaning into my chest arms wrapped around me she was also quite warm laying here I laid an arm around her and pulled her closer and couldn't help but feel bad for her being so roughed up she pulled closer and tighter and I felt like I was becoming more attracted to her so I went back to sleep to get it off my mind....my dirty dirty mind....
sheeeeit.
