Route 1 again.

You leave your home behind for the second time today, but this time your feeling ready to take on the whole world. Chance is still following and with seemingly endless energy he darts back and forth between your legs on every step. You keep your eyes on your playful companion lest you step on him but soon your trying to step on him and marveling at how speedy and agile Chance truly is as he darts out from under your feet with ease. Your even start to convince yourself he must be some kind of super Rattata. You never wanted a Charmander anyway, this was probably a good thing. Yup your sure of it, Charmander leaving was the best thing that could have happened to you.

Your not paying too much attention to the world around so your rather close to Viridian when you spot him up ahead on the path, its that pathetic trainer who fucked your tits!

"HEY!" you yell after him "I challenge you to a match!" The trainer slowly turns around, then grins when he sees you.

"Hey you are a slut after all, why else would you challenging me again knowing you don't have any pokémon?" he asks mockingly.

"Shut up and get ready." you snarl, you want **** on blue, but this guy will have to do for now.

"Fine suit yourself slut, Mankey go!"

"Get him Chance!" you order "Use tackle!" Your heart fills with pride as your little buddy rushes from between your legs and catches the Mankey by surprise. The Mankey staggers back as Chance crashes into its chest but when kicks out reflexively his foot connects and Chance is sent flying backwards landing with a little thump at your feet, he does not get up. You drop to your knees and cradle Chance into your lap, he looks hurt, but at least he is breathing.

"This can't be real, you have to be joking?" the trainer mocks as you cradle your fainted pokémon. "No really, I feel bad for you now, if you where trying to win then that was just pathetic."

You cringe as he steps forward and strokes your hair possessively "But maybe you where trying to lose, maybe your just that much of a slut." he whispers to you.

"I'm not a slut!" you snarl angrily.

Your anger seems to startle him, his grin fades for a moment "Fine, your not a slut, yet, so how about we make a deal, you agree to give me two more tit jobs with those amazing jugs of yours instead of just one, and I'll get to Veridian safe and sound and even give you a few free tips on being a trainer."

You look around, it is getting dark and the idea of traveling home without any pokémon to protect you seems risky. Never mind that you would have to face your mom's all too knowing looks again.