A small, green Treeko emerges from the light. Landing on the ground, he immediately stares down the Poocheyna. Though it's not anger in those eyes, nor fear. His gaze is clearly one of lust.
"Treeko, use Pound!" Clara shouted, and like that the Pokemon was off, unleashing a searing slap right on the Poocheyna's rear! The dog howled in pain, retaliating with a Tackle. The rest of the battle played out similarly, with Treeko using Pound and the Poocheyna using Tackle. While not the most exciting match, the fact that it was Clara's first made it adrenaline-filled!. She did happen to notice that all of Treeko's attacks were aimed at his opponent's rear, which was odd, but she did not pay much mind to it. After a few rounds, Poocheyna was thoroughly spanked into submission.
"Whew!" The man sighed, walking over to Clara. "I thought I was a goner. Thank you, young trainer!" Squinting, recognition seemed to wash over his face. "Wait a minute! You're Norman's girl, Clara!"
"Yep, that's me!" She replied, elated at being referred to as a trainer.
"I'm Professor Birch," he continued, confirming her suspicions. "I study..." The man trailed off as a yelping sound distracted both of them. Looking over, they saw that Treeko was going to town on the defeated Poocheyna! The grass type's erect cock was slamming in and out of the Poocheyna's swollen pussy, rocking the Pokemon with each thrust. The wild Pokemon was absolutely loving it, pushing her hips back and moaning encouragement. Every few strokes, the Treeko would spank the dark type as hard as he could, further stimulating her.
"Yeah, that Pokemon is... well, he's a piece of work!" Birch admitted, chuckling softly. "But he's your first, and I'm sure the two of you will grow close!"
"Wait, you're giving him to me!" Clara exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. However, glancing back at the lewd display, her excitement lessened a tad. Treeko yelped as he buried himself in the Poocheyna before erupting, his white, sticky seed flooding her cunt. He seemed to almost cum more than his body weight, the excess pouring onto the grass. With one final, weak slap to the Poocheyna's ass, Treeko fell backwards and promptly fainted.
"Let's... talk more in my office, shall we?" Birch chuckled, waving for Clara to follow him. Returning Treeko to his ball, she tailed the Professor.
"Well, that's the last of the paperwork. You are now a registered trainer!" Birch exclaimed, handing a metal device to the excited teen. "Let this Pokedex serve as your official trainer identification! It also serves as an encyclopedia, cataloging all the Pokemon you encounter!" He then retrieves Treeko's Pokeball (fully healed). "And you can't forget your new partner! Have you decided on a name for him yet?"
She had, actually. "I think I'll call him Victor, because he's gonna bring me Victory!" Lame, she knew, but she could not think of anything better.
"Well, I hope you enjoy your adventure with Victor!" The Professor cheered, clearly indicating she should leave.
"Ummmm..." Clara looked at the old man expectantly. "Shouldn't you give me, like, Pokeballs?"
"I find that giving new trainers Pokeballs too early can be overwhelming!" Birch replied, much to Clara's chagrin. "My son Brendan is doing some research North of Oldale Town. If you can travel to him and back, I'll deem you ready for Pokeballs!"
"Ugh, fine, whatever!" Clara complained, impatient to challenge her first gym. "I'll be back before you know it!" Without waiting for any more boring advice, she set off for Oldale Town!
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