Walk of Shame

You tug your tank top on over your cum spattered breasts feeling the fabric cling uncomfortably to the wet spots on your chest as you do. Your bra you simply toss in your bag to avoid getting it dirty. And while your disheveled state would normally bother your, your far more concerned with the shame you feel knowing your headed home to tell everyone that you've failed to last even a single day as a trainer.

You stop on the edge of Pallet town to untie the egg from your pack, the blue egg you where meant to deliver, the blue egg you are now going to have to hand over to Oak when you tell him you failed as a trainer. And not just Oak, but your mom, blue, everyone is going to know you couldn't last a single day as a trainer. "If only Charmander gave me a chance, if only I had my Pokémon, any Pokémon!" you think as you start to cry.

Its only once you've truly given up that you spot it, in the tall grass right next to town is a small Rattata curled up in a ball and sleeping peacefully. You slowly take one of the pokéballs Oak gave you earlier today and creep closer to the resting rodent before you cross your fingers and lightly toss the ball toward your last chance to live your dreams. The Rattata is relaxed and unware, you however feel time slow as you hold your breath.

*Thumb*..... *Thumb*....... *Thumb*..........

After three of the longest heart beats of your life, the Pokéball comes to a complete stop, your still holding your breath as your reach down and clutch your new Pokémon tightly as thought your scared the ball itself will run away on you next. You decided is probably best if you let your new partner out someplace safe where it can't run away on you easily so you rush home still clutching the ball the whole way.

When you arrive home you see your mother sitting at the table looking at her phone, she puts it down quickly and you think you see a brief look of concern flash over he face "Home already? did you need a shower maybe?" she asks almost knowingly.

"I was in such a hurry I forgot to get a few thing from my room." you lie to your mother, "But ya a shower seems nice." Your mom nods and smiles and thankfully she isn't pressing you for any more details so you quickly head up stairs and lock the bathroom door.

Your feeling good about yourself until you look in the mirror and your heart sinks, you can see very visible globs of dried cum on your chest and neck not only that but your nipples are hard and clearly visible thought the damp spots on your chest, there is no doubt in your mind your mother must have noticed. You feel ashamed and angry, you lost your first battle, you lost your virginity, you lost your starter, and now you've lost any respect your mother has for you.

You look at the pokéball still clutched in your hand. "This was a stupid dream, I'm not cut out to be a trainer!" you scream as you whip the ball away in a fit of rage. There's a loud thud followed by a bright flash as the Pokéball springs open and your tinny Rattata pops out on the bathroom floor. At first it looks confused, then it spots you towering over it angrily and its confusion turns to panic! When it panics you panic! You leap backward into the tub as the timid rodent darts around the bathroom bashing it head on the walls in its attempt escape you. After a few frantic moments it elects to cower behind your toilet in a attempt to hide itself.

You forget all about wanting to be a trainer you just want to help the frighten little pokémon and intuitively move to comfort and protect it. "It's ok, I'm won't hurt you little guy." you whisper as you crouch down and extend your hand. The Rattata filches away and although you try several times, the poor creature is far too frightened to trust you.

Your about to give up your attempts to gain Rattta's trust when you remember your lunch is still in your bag, you get out of the tub and sit down on the floor taking out your sandwich. As it's little nose sniffs at the air, given how cute it looks you can't help but giggle as it creeps from it hiding spot. Then with startling speed it dashes forward and snatches a fallen piece from beside you before taking its prize back behind the toilet. When it pokes it head back out its whiskers are covered in crumbs, you giggle again as it sniffs the air looking for more snacks to steal. You break off more bread and this time the Rattata takes it right from you hand before darting away again. By the fifth time it's is no longer hiding to eat it's snacks, and by the time your whole sandwich is gone you have it sitting in lap while you stroke its soft fur. As you watch it curl up and drift off to sleep you feel a more then a bit of pride knowing you managed to capture your own starter.