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Two combatants stood across from one another. One was a Nidorino, his skin was light-purple with patches of darker purple across it, he had large round ears, a spiky set of spines running down his back, and a long horn protruding from his forehead; though that was not the only long part of his body, as his meaty manhood stood proudly erect between his legs, fully on display. The other was a Gengar, a female clearly, her skin a darker purple than her opponent, her body full and shapely; her ass plump, her hips wide, her thighs thick, and huge tits, combined with her relative small stature, made a perfect short-stack; her hair was a very dark, almost black, purple, her eyes were glowing red with slitted pupils, and her mouth was a constant wide, toothy grin; her sexy body juxtaposed — or perhaps complemented — by a sinister aura.
Gengar made the first move, slashing at the Nidorino, who dodged the attack.
"And Gengar starts things off with a Slash attack! But Nidorino dodges with surprising ease." The announcer's voice rings across the stadium's speaker systems. The arena was packed to capacity with people excited to watch this Pokébim tournament.
The Nidorino had dodged backwards, however, once his feet touched ground again, he readied himself to counterattack, launching himself at his opponent with his head lowered; his horn stabbing right into Gengar's left tit.
"Oh, Nidorino follows up its dodge with a Horn Attack! An impressive maneuver, were it not for the fact it has no effect on Ghost-types!"
Sure enough, the male's horn stabbed right into the ghostly girl's big boob, but was phasing through her body and showed no damage. Gengar chuckled, before she opened her mouth and let her long tongue unfurl, then let it slide upwards over Nidorino's face, slowly, in a savoring manner.
"Gengar used Lick. Now let's see if…" Nidorino moved away from Gengar, or at least tried to, only for his body to seize up. "Yup, there it is, folks! Nidorino is paralyzed! It's now at Gengar's mercy, which Ghost-types are not well known for."
"Gargargargargar!" Gengar laughed at the poisonous male. She moved downward, bringing her face down to his member, where she once again let her tongue unroll from her mouth, and wrapped it around the shaft.
Nidorino grunted at the sensation of the wet muscle that now enveloped his dick, however that paled in comparison to what came next.
Gengar pulled the cock into her mouth and began sucking; her tongue still wrapped it and rubbed up and down.
Nidorino's body shuttered, and not just because he was paralyzed. It did not take long for him to explode in the ghost girl's mouth, followed swiftly by him collapsing to the ground.
"Nidorino has fainted, he can longer continue to battle!" The announcer declared, as said male Pokébim was recalled by its trainer. "What Pokébim will take its place?"
"Hopefully something that makes sense to go up against a Ghost/Poison-type." Red said gibley.
Red was a young man who lived in Pallet Town with his mother. He was of average height for male teenager, but his body had a rather athletic build. He didn't have bulky, rippling muscles, his body was lean and firm, with room still left to grow; Red's fit form could be credited largely to his constant competitions against Him , he always pushed himself to keep up and outdo That Guy . Red's hair was a messy dark black, strands of his bangs coming down over his bright, red eyes, that were befitting of his name.
Red was currently sitting in a chair in his room in front of his PC, watching a live stream of a Pokébim tournament, the kind of tournament that was invitation only, so one would think it'd be only the best trainers, but if the start of the opening match was anything to go by then what counted as the best left much to be desired. Red sat there with his pants undone and his cock hanging out, casually stroking it; he had hoped to jerk off to some hot Pokébim battle action, but instead he was actually bored by what he was seeing. Jeez, where do they find these trainers, Red idly.
Red loved Pokébim, the creatures that inhabited the world; prominently female and all very sexual in nature. Recently he turned 17, which meant he could finally apply for a trainer's licence, and could start catching multiple Pokébim and participate in battles, including challenging Gym Leaders for badges.
Pallet Town was as tranquil a place as one could hope to find, an ideal place to settle down and raise a family. That wasn't Red, however, he was a young, virile man that had in recent years been afflicted with a wanderlust — in addition to the normal kind of lust — and felt stifled living in this small town. He wanted to go out into the world, visit new cities, catch and fuck a variety of Pokébim, and battle other trainers. And to do that he needed his trainer's licence, which he took the exam for about a week ago, and had been waiting that long to find out that he passed. Red wasn't nervous about not passing, he was quite sure he did, it was just the boredom of waiting for his licence's approval that was killing him, and having little in the way of alleviating said boredom.
Once his licence was approved, he'd be given a Pokédex, and a starter Pokébim, from Professor Oak. Not that he really needed one.
Red held up a Pokéball, and looked through the transparent top of it at the bim inside. He pressed the release button, and in a flash of light a female figure materialized a dark blue-black skinned female figure; she was a bit on the rotund side with some pudge in her belly, which was white with a spiral pattern running over it, and over that hung a pair of ample sized breast, her face was quite cute, with a pair of big, bright eye, with a bob of white hair on top of her head.
"How bout you, Polly? Ready to get out of here too, and makes some new friends?"
"Poli!" The Poliwhirl answered, enthusiastically throwing her hands up, getting a chuckle from Red.
Red had befriended Polly when he was a boy and she was still a Poliwag, becoming his first Pokébim. Though without a trainer's licence she could only be classified as pet, and thus was not allowed to be used in battles against other trainers (not that that didn't stop youngsters from throwing their Rattatas at anyone who "locked eyes" with them), she could, however, protect him from wild Pokébim, but he couldn't catch any of them.
As was tradition in Pallet Town, newly minted trainer were granted a starter Pokébim from the local professor. Red could forgo the starter since he had Polly, but he was excited at getting a new bim. Besides, He was going to take starter, and Red wasn't going to fall behind Him .
"Hope you don't get jealous," Red said, "You're going to have to have to share me with other Pokébim, understand?"
"Po," Polly nodded.
Red chuckled and patted her head, "That's my girl."
Polly rubbed her head into his hand. "Pol?" She asked as she point at Red's dick, which laid limply and exposed.
"Hmm? Oh, right. Go right ahead."
"Poli!" She cried joyfully, before get down on the floor. She wrapped a hand around the young man's member, cool and slimy, it sent a shiver through Red, before the Water-type started kissing the head of the dick.
Red moaned as he leaned back into his chair, his Poliwhirl taking more and more of him into her mouth. This was undoubtedly the best alleviation for boredom.
"Oh, Red, sweetie~!" He heard his mother calling from downstairs, making Red shoot straight onto his feet, causing him to shove his dick straight down Polly's throat, much to her surprise, and causing her to gag.
"Sorry, Polly!" Red winced as he apologized, and hurriedly fixed his pants, yelling back as he did so. "Yeah, mom?"
"Professor Oak called; it seems like someone might've passed his trainer exam~!" His mom yelled in a sing-song voice.
"Oh, shit! This is it!" Red grabbed his Poliwhirl and pulled her back onto her feet, then grabbed his red and white vest and likewise colored cap. "C'mon, Polly!"
Red practically leaped down the stairs, and would have gone straight out the door, except he was grabbed onto by his arm and pulled face first into the buxom bosom of his mother, who hugged him tightly.
"Moooom!" Red whined, but was muffled inside of his mother's cleavage.
"You were just going to run out on your dear mother like that, young man?" She said in a mock hurt tone. "I know. All boys leave home someday. It said so on TV. But really, sweetie, I know you're excited to get started 'fuckin' 'em all', you can still take a moment to say goodbye to the woman who brought you into this world at least."
Red let out a sigh as he managed to get face out of his mother's mounds, and wrapped his arms around her. "You're right, mom, I'm sorry. I've just been waiting so long for this. But that doesn't mean I should just run off on you like that. I love you, mom."
"Love you too, Red," his mother let him go, then turned Red towards the front door and gave his butt a hard smack. "Now get out there and show all those girls what a real trainer is like," she gave her son a wink, "PokéBim and human ones."
"Moooom!" Red groaned, his face living up to his name as a blush flared up on it. He pulled the brim of his cap over his face in an attempt to hide it, as he ran out the door."
"You can't blame a mom for hoping her baby boy will find a girlfriend or three." She hollered at him as he went out, followed quickly by his Poliwhirl. "Oh, and Polly, you look after that boy, okay?"
"Po po!" The Water-type promised, as she waved goodbye from out the door, before running to catch up to her master.
It didn't take long for Red and his Pokébim to get to Professor Oak's lab, he lived practically next door, close to the inlet to the sea that was south of town. Red wasted no time upon arrival, and burst through the door of the building.
"Professor! Here! Pokébim, give!" Were the words that came out Red's mouth, his brain overloaded with too much excitement to form an actual sentence.
"Typically, Red, always so easily excited," a confident voice spoke, "and, also, lagging behind me. Here I was thinking you'd skip getting a starter."
"Oh, and why would I do that?" Red glared at the young man standing in the lab.
He was the same age as Red, and about the same size and build as him. His hair was light brown and spiky, and his were gray; on his face was a perpetually plastered smugly confidant smirk. He wore a black polo shirt with the buttons of the neckline undone and the collar popped up, and a pair of purple cargo pants. This was Professor Oak's own grandson, Blue; and he had been Red's rival for as long as they'd known each other, which was basically their entire lives.
Rivals in what? More like, what weren't they rivals in? The two of them could turn anything into computation, and they had: racing, swimming, fishing, video games, climbing trees and large rocks, school work, or just things like cards and capsule figures; the two boys were constantly trying to one up the other. The only thing they hadn't competed in was a Pokébim battle and that was because it would be illegal for them to do without licenses.
"Well you do already have your Poliwhirl, after all," Blue said coolly, pointing the Water-type next to her master. "Seems a little greedy to me, s'all. What, ya don't have any confidence in your 'best friend's there?"
"Poli!" Polly stepped in front of Red and towards Blue, clearly not appreciating what the other young man was saying.
"Vee!" A new Pokébim stepped in front of Polly. She was brown, with big rabbit-like ears, a big, bushy fox-like tail, and white, bushy fur around her collar. Her boobs were perky, and hips were nice and hinted at a potential growth spurt. It was Blue's Eevee, stepping up to protect its master.
"You're one to talk," Red replied pointing at Normal-type Pokébim. "You've already got Eevee, but you're still taking a starter, as well. What, do you not have any confidence in her?"
"Cha, please! Of course Eevee's more than enough to start with." Eevee coddled her head affectionately onto her master's right shoulder, but Blue paid her little notice and kept his eyes locked onto Red's. "But when your own Gramps is handin' 'em out, it'd be rude to say no."
"Well if you're gettin' a starter from the Prof then so am I!" Red shot back. "It's only fair, after all."
"Fair? You wanna talk fair; your Pokébim's already evolved, therefore it's only fair that I get another." Blue stated, his chest puffed out as if adding 'and that's that', as if it was a winning argument.
"Hey, Polly evolved to save my life! If she hadn't I'd've…"
"Drown." Blue finished for him. "Yeah, yeah, we've all heard how your Poliwag evolved to save your ass, over and over again. Maybe if you'd learned to swim, you wouldn't have to rely on your Pokébim so much."
It had been one of their competitions, diving for shells. A storm had rolled in, however, stirring up the sea while Red was underwater, throwing him around until he couldn't tell up from down or fight against the current. Polly at the time was a Poliwag, and couldn't swim much better in the choppy water, but somehow, despite being so low level, she evolved into Poliwhirl and was able to pull Red to shore.
"There's no shame in relying on your Pokébim; they rely on us, we rely on them, and together we make each other better," Red said, matter-of-factly. He petted Polly on the head, much to her delight. "I'm both grateful and proud of Polly for what she did that day."
"Well said, Red," a new voice said. Walking into the lab was a gray haired gentleman in a white lab coat; at last Professor Samuel Oak had arrived. "Apologies for being tardy, boys; there were some ornery Tangelas on the edge of town that needed to be dissuaded from coming in. As I was saying, Red, you bring up a fine point, Pokébim and humans working together to improve themselves; you'll go far with an attitude like that, young man."
"Puh-lease, Gramps," Blue rolled his eyes. That's soooooo overly sentimental; as a scientist, shouldn't you be more, y'know, scientific? Pokébim get stronger from training and winning battles. All that 'power of friendship' stuff's just a load."
"You have half of a good point, Blue," the Professor said with a sigh, regarding his grandson with a tired look in his eyes that said this was an old, tired conversion they've had over the years. "Yes, it is true that training is important in raising strong Pokébim, however a strong bond between them and their trainer is key for both to reach their full potential, and those bonds are forged by mutual love and trust."
"Sure, Gramps, sure," Blue said dismissively, as he folded his arms behind his head. "Course, it's not like I really need to improve at anything. Now Red sure has plenty of room to grow, eh?"
Red growled at Blue.
Blue was calm, cool, collected, and confident; he was also quite smug and full of himself. And what was most annoying of all, he could actually back up that attitude; he was very good at whatever he did and whatever he did he tended to excel at with seeming ease. It lit a fire inside Red that made him want to take the other young man down a peg or twenty. There was no denying, though Red certainly wouldn't want to admit to it, that without that fire, Red wouldn't be nearly as good as he was.
"Let's just put all that aside and get to what you're both here for," Oak said with another sigh, trying to stop a potential fight from breaking out between the two boys. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out two small, red rectangular shaped devices. Holding them one in each of his hands, he held them out to the young men.
"Whoa! Is that…?" Red gasped, shaking with barely contained excitement.
"Yup! These are your BimboDex. Each programmed with an encyclopedia of all known Pokébim in the Kanto Region," the Professor explained, as they each took theirs, and both immediately popped them open and started looking through their features. "These will also sync with your Pokéballs and display the status and other such data of the corresponding Pokébim. And of course, they have your identification information, thus acting as your trainer's license. Congratulations, Red and Blue, you are now officially Pokébim trainers!"
Red looked at the screen as it displayed his profile, complete with his Trainer's ID Number. He briefly thought this was a dream, but he knew it wasn't, it was really happening, he was a full-fledged Pokébim trainer. "Look, Polly!" He showed the device to his Pokébim, "I'm finally a real trainer!
"Pol!" Polly hugged her master.
"Yes, now then," Professor Oak started speaking again, "You both already have a Pokébim, so you can wave this right, but you are both entitled to your option of one starter.
"If he's getting one, then so am I!" Both newly minted trainers said in perfect unison, then glared into each other's eyes. "Hey! Quit copying me! Me?! No, you quit copying me!!!"
"Boys, boys, please," Oak pleaded, as he stepped in between them, before this devolved into some kind of alliteration. "I know you're both excited about all this, but at least try to keep it civil, please. Now, I have the standard starters of Pallet Town: the grass Pokébim, Bulbasaur; the fire Pokébim, Charmander; and the water Pokébim, Squirtle." He gestured to a table with three Poéballs sitting on it, each Pokébim could be seen held within them. "You may pick one of them. Now if you two can not squabble over this; which of you goes first?"
Red was about to declare which of the three he wanted, having long ago already decided, but was cut off by Blue.
"Fine, Red can pick first."
Both his rival and his grandfather were taken aback by Blue's beneficents. Red, however, wasn't going to question it, he knew what he wanted and went for it.
"There's no question; Charmander is the one for me!" Red declared, eagerly picking up the Pokéball in the center of the table, and releasing the Fire-type within. In a flash of light materialized a short, nude girl, she had orange skin, save for her midsection, as form her small yet perky breasts, down her stomach, to her crotch and inner thighs, her skin was a light yellow, and her short hair was a dark shade of orange than her skin, more red-like; she had some rather cute little fangs protruding from her upper lip, and growing out of her lower back, above her buttocks, was a reptilian tail with a flame burning on its tip.
"Char?" Charmander said, her head tilted curiously at the young man.
"Yup, I'm your new master, Red!" He seemed to answer her, giving the Pokébim a wide, welcoming grin, then petting her on the head. "Nice to meetcha!"
"Charmander!" The Fire-type Pokébim exclaimed, her tail wagging wildly with excitement.
"Would you like to give Charmander a nickname?" Professor Oak asked. "You can register it one on your BimboDex."
Red looked at his Dex, then at Charmander and began to think on it. "Let's see… Charmander… Char? A bit simple… Maybe… Oh! How bout Scarlet? Do you like the sound of that?"
"Char, Char!" Charmander chirped happily at the sound of her new name.
"Scarlet it is then!"
"Name registered." The Dex confirmed.
"If you're done gushing over your new little pet lizard," Blue said, "It's my turn to pick!"
With no thought to it, Blue moved to the Pokéball that had been sitting to the left of the one Red had picked, and with no hesitation, popped it open, releasing the Pokébim held inside. Squirtle was about the same height as Charmander; her skin was a cool blue; on her back was a big, orange shell, from the bottom which extended a curly tail; her tits were firm, and quite a bit bigger than Charmander's.
"Wait, Blue," The Professor started to ask, "did you let Red pick first just…"
"... So I could pick type advantage over his?" Blue finished for his grandfather smugly, not even trying to hide how ingenious he felt right now. "Didn't really matter to me which one I got, but hey, why not be tactical about it, right?"
"So you're that scared of me and my girls ya gotta pick the one mine's weak to, huh?" Red smirked at his rival.
"Puh-lease!" Blue responded with much exaggeration, and rolled his eyes. "I'm not scared, it's just about being smart. Duh!"
"Oh yeah? Then how bout we take you on here and now?" Red challenged. "Neither of 'em have any attacks of their type yet, so it'd be an even fight if we keep it one-on-one. Whaddya say?"
"Heh, I'm game. I won't use Eevee, so long as you don't use your Poliwhirl; it'll just be Squirtle vs. Charmander."
"Exactly!"
"I expect this was going to happen," Professor Oak let out a sigh. "Alright, boys, go ahead and have your battle here, but try to be careful not to damage anything please." He wasn't too worried about that happening, after all both Pokébim lacked any really destructive attacks.
Red and Blue moved over to the more open area of the lab, standing opposite one another with their new Pokébim between them, staring each other down. This was a moment both young men had been waiting for for a long time, their first Pokébim battle, and their first battle against each other; they both took a moment to savor it.
"Scratch!" Red commanded. Scarlet lunged forward, claws extended on her fingers, ready to strike.
"Now, Squirtle, block with your shell!" Blue ordered. As soon as the words were out of mouth Squirtle turned her back to her opponent, who's claws struck across the Water-type's shell, causing her to grunt in pain, but the damage done was negligible. "Now follow up with Growl!" Blue then ordered, his Pokébim about facing and let out a loud, and rather intimidating, growl at Scarlet, which seemed to shake the Charmander a bit.
"Scarlet, stay strong!" Red tried to pick up his Pokébim's spirit. "Give it another Scratch!"
The Charmander did as she was ordered, swiping her clawed hand, albeit with less force than last time, across the Squirtle's chest, setting its tits jiggling and causing her let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan; though it dealt more damage where struck than than the first attack, it wasn't as much as it could have been.
"Tackle!" Blue commanded, his Squirtle launched herself at the Charmander, colliding its body with her's; the two of them went crashing to the ground, the Water-type on top of the Fire-type, the former pressing her larger breasts against the latter's smaller ones in a manner of dominance.
"Show her who's boss, Squirtle," Blue causally ordered with a smirk on his face..
Squirtle leaned in close to Charmander's face, then forced her lips onto the other Pokébim's.
Scarlet grunted in innatal surprise, but her eyes started to go hazy as she gave into the kiss and let her opponent's tongue into her mouth. With her resistance fading, Squirtle slid a couple of fingers into the Fire-type's slit, causing her to cry out in pleasure into her mouth, and her hips to buck needly.
"Scarlet, don't give in! Resist!"
Her master's voice calling out to her, caused the Charmander's eyes to clear and refocus. She began to struggle against the Squirtle, but to no success; as her opponent inserted more fingers and sped up her pace, she felt herself about cum.
"Your tail!" Red cried out desperately. "Try using your tail! Go for her snatch!"
Scarlet curled her tail, bringing its flaming tip right up in between Squirtle's legs. While it wasn't a true fire attack, like Ember, and Water-types were resistant to fire in general, having a fire lit on someone's pussy was still something anyone would feel. Squirtle had stopped fingering her opponent, as well as breaking her liplock on her, and was now moaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure for the literal, actual burning she was feeling in her nether region.
With her opponent staggered, Scarlet pressed the opening she had made. She pushed against Squirtle, flipping the Water-type Pokébim onto her back, onto her shell, and straddled on top of her now.
"Now, Scarlet," Red called out, "use Scratch! Use it right on her tits!"
The Charmander did as she was commanded, her claws swiped once more across the Squirtle's breasts, eliciting a wailing yelp from the Water-type.
"Squirtle, get her off you!" Blue ordered. His voice was cool and controlled, showing no panic or anger, but there was unmistakably a harsh undertone in it.
Squirtle managed to kick Scarlet off of her. The two Pokébim rose back onto their feet, and stared each other down, both panting harshly, clearly at their limits; the next attacks would determine how this battle would end.
"Scratch/Tackle!" Red and Blue, respectively, said simultaneously.
Both Pokébim charged at each other with no hesitation. Scarlet's attack connected first, her claws raking over Squirtle's face. Unfortunately, however, the damage it dealt was still less than it should've been, and the Water-type continued onward, smashing her body, boobs first, into the other Pokébim's, sending her crashing to the floor of the lab.
Squirtle stood over the Fire-type, albeit on very shaky legs, but stood nonetheless. Scarlet tried to raise back up to her feet, but feinted, collapsing back down onto the floor.
Red rushed to the ground to check on his Charmander. "Char…" it mumbled pathetically.
"It's okay, girl," Red said soothingly, giving her a comforting smile and placing his hand on her shoulder. "You did pretty good for your first time battling."
"Shwoo! That was actually pretty close," Blue said with a faux sigh of relief, the smug confidence returning to his voice, as he recalled Squirtle to its Pokéball. "Not that I was worried; you at least made it a little interesting, Red, I'll give ya that! Guess we got some room for improvement, I'll make my Pokébim fight to toughen them up. Red. Gramps. Smell you later!"
With that, Blue marched out of the labs.
Polly came up behind Red, where he was crouching down next to Scarlet, and put her hands on his back. "Pol Po?"
"Yeah, she's alright," Red answered. "She just needs some healing s'all."
"This should cover that." Professor Oak said, handing Red a hyper potion.
"Thank you, Professor." Red said, taking the bottle and spraying the Charmander with it. Instantly the Pokébim's eyes snapped wide open, and she shot back up on her feet.
"Charmander! Char Char!" Scarlet spoke quickly in a pleading tone.
"Hey, hey, it's alright," Red soothed. "Like I said, it was your first battle, and you did great, you came so close to winning; you're going to get so much stronger, Scarlet, I promise."
Red punctuated his promise with a kiss on Scarlet's cheek, which caused her flame to flare up. Polly wrapped her arms around the Charmander, to both comfort her from her loss as well as welcoming her into the little fledgling family they were starting.
"Well despite your loss, Red," Oak began, "I think you're off to a good start with your Pokébim, simply by the way you're treating them." He then let out a sigh. "I do wish Blue was at least half as appreciative of his as you are with yours."
"Thanks, Professor." Red said, straightening his hat. "Not just for what you just said, but for the BimboDex, and for Scarlet. I promise I'll do my best to live up to this chance." He wrapped his arms over both of his Pokébim's shoulders, pulling them close to him; Polly was obviously happy being held close to her master, Scarlet, however, wasn't used to having a master, and was a little embarrassed by the affection. "And we'll train hard to show Blue how it's really done!"
The Professor chuckled good-naturally, "I'm sure you'll do great. Now, before you take off, I have a little favor to ask of you."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Well, I'm supposed to get a parcel delivered, however it seems the PokéMart up in Viridian City doesn't have anyone who can deliver it."
"What? It's not that much trouble to go up and down Route 1." Red scoffed.
"Yes, well, be that as it may, PokéMart just doesn't seem to have anyone brave enough to risk being nipped at by Rattatas."
"Okay, Professor, I'll go pick up your parcel, it's no big deal." Red meant that, it really wasn't a big deal to make a round trip Pallet to Viridian then back to Pallet. He had, however, really wanted to get started catching and training Pokébim right away, plus this would give Blue a head start. Still, this was the very least he could do for Professor Oak, who had done so much for him.
Red walked out of Oak's lab, his Pokébim in tow. He turned the corner of the building and…
"OOF!"
"OW!"
Ran right into someone who was also rounding the same corner.
"Oh, I'm really sorry!" Red quickly apologized, without even seeing who he ran into.
"It's fine, it's my fault too." A feminine voice responded. "Are you alright?"
"I, uh, um… ugh," Red choked out, his face starting to live up to his name, as he got a look at the person he ran into.
She was a very pretty girl, a brunette, her brown hair reaching down past her shoulders, with brown eyes (that Red couldn't make contact with). She was wearing a blue-green tank top, a very short red skirt, big green hoop earrings, green eyeshadow and lipstick on her face, a necklace or choker with a small leaf pendant attached to it, and topped off with a white hat on her head. Her breasts were quite ample in size, but clearly had room left to grow (though Red tried not to stare at them).
"I'm, I'm, I'm, fi-fi-fine." Red finally managed to stammer out a response.
"Good! No harm done then." The girl said, giving him a very friendly smile.
Red pulled the brim of his cap down over his face, trying to cover the blush on it as it brightened, and to not look at the girl, as if that would help him talk to her. Which it didn't, as he squirmed slightly under her gaze.
"Sooo…" the girl started, picking up on the boy's awkward behavior. "I'm looking for Professor Oak's lab. Do you know where it is?"
"Oh! Y-yeah. It-It's right her– here! Right here, I mean." Red's eyes, covered by his cap, were cast looking down at the ground, but ended up fixing on the girl's legs, her very nice legs. His gaze ran up those legs, right up to her short skirt, which captivated him; he began to imagine what lay underneath, what color her panties were, or if she even wore any. Stop it! He chastised himself in his head, and forced his gaze back to the ground and away from this girl's enticing body.
"Oh, great!" She said cheerfully. She then bent down so she could look at Red's face under his cap — and in the process, whether intentionally or not, gave him a good look at her cleavage — and gave him a wink, "Thanks for the help, cutie!"
"Hmmmmm!" Red muffled a scream, then took off running, kicking up dust in his wake like a Dodrio; his Pokébim took off after their master, leaving the girl giggling at the sight.
"Charmander Char Char?" Scarlet asked. "(What's wrong with master?)"
"Po Poliwhirl Poli." Polly answered, shaking her head. "(That's just how he gets with female humans.)"
Red hated that about himself. Pokébim were easy, they dedicate themselves to a trainer and in turn the train takes care of them, a simple and straightforward relationship. But human women were a different species, or rather the same species, so he couldn't treat them the same way he did Pokébim, thus he was confused, and even a little terrified, when having to speak to them; he just didn't know how to deal with them, and felt stupid after such encounters. And now he was about to set out into the larger world, where he would no doubt run into more women.
Red stopped his running at the edge of town, and began fanning his face with his cap; his Pokébim getting a chance to catch up to him.
"Charman?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just… Just I'm an idiot is all."
"Whirl Whirl," Polly patted her master on the back, trying to soothe him.
"Ahh, just forget about it!" Red shook the frustration from his head, before placing his cap back on. "C'mon, we're at the threshold of our new lives, girls!"
Red held out His hands to his Pokébim. They each took one and together they set out on the road to Viridian City.