Your Mom is Mad

You wave goodbye to Blue and the two of you go your opposite ways. Blue's heading back to the lab to heal her Bulbasaur, which would take around 5-6 hours. And you are on the way to Viridian city, the first stop in your journey! You exit the forest in a happy mood, filled with victory and joy from getting to fuck Blue. It was amazing, and you can't wait to see her again. With a spring in your step, you enter Route 1. The grassy field that connects Pallet Town to Viridian city was full of low-level Pokémon that you could capture and use to level up Charmander. You decide to let him stretch his legs and release him. As he comes out, you pull out your Pokédex and check the trainer app. That was where everything Pokémon-related could be found.

You decide to familiarize yourself with the app and take a few minutes to press every button and open every tab. "Profile" opens your personal details, your account name right now is Indigo_Sycamore, something you should probably change to be cooler later. The “Account” tab opens up your bank account. You see that your mom deposited 2,500 Pokédollars into it. And the “Gallery” page shows your battle with Blue followed by the picture you’ve taken. Both have been viewed by around 50 people now, and you read through the comments with a laugh.

“AwwW, I was hpping she wuld win.” -xXxP1kachuxXxx

“Nice job Indy! So proud of my boy ;)” -Dr_SycamoreF

“What a slut asking him to fuck her!” -LeahGreenUWU

You cringe inwardly at the thought of your mom watching you lose your virginity. Most of the comments are congratulating you on beating Blue, and a few are actually comments on the battle. The app automatically tagged Blue's page and you click on it curiously. In contrast to yours, the comments on Blue's are far more derogatory. Most of them are just insults, calling her a slut for enjoying it, a useless whore, and a hell of a lot worse. Some of them are creepy, describing what the commenter would do if they ever beat Blue, and very few of them are encouraging. You immediately exit the toxic cesspool of Blue's comment section.

You open your profile and navigate to the "Active Pokémon" page. To your surprise, Charmander is level 3! The win against Blue had given him 2 levels worth of XP, and you are two steps closer to an evolution.

Charmander clings to your legs, anxious about the new environment. You know he has better senses, and he's probably scared of the sounds in the grass that you can't hear. You pat his head and he lifts his arms, asking you to carry him like a toddler would.

"No, I'm not carrying you." You state flatly.

"Charmander... Char..." He replies in a plaintive voice. He hits you with puppy eyes and begs you. God damn it.

With a sigh, you pick up your Charmander. He's fairly light, only weighing around 9 kilograms. You prop him up on your shoulder and he leans against your head with a purr, wrapping his tail around your neck. You're a bit scared of the flame at the end of it, but it just tickles you. Hmm, it seems that the Pokémon elemental affinity is already working.

"You're getting spoiled, you overgrown lizard."

"Charmander!"

Well, you didn't just bring him out to go sightseeing. As you continue walking down the path, you peer into the tall grass. You specifically wanted both a Pidgey and a Rattata, for the aerial superiority, and to fight against the rock-types in Pewter gym. Brock's Pokémon would be super-effective against Charmander, but neutral against Rattata, which was a normal-type. You continue to walk along the dirt road when you see a flash in the grass! You stomp toward it, hoping that it's one of the Pokémon you wanted. Something dashes through the tall grass ahead of you, and you sprint toward it. Suddenly a Rattata jumps in front of you, growling angrily!

"I challenge you!" You shout, only to immediately feel like an idiot. Who challenges a wild Pokémon?

"Go Charmander! Use scratch!"

Charmander jumps off your shoulder and dives onto the Rattata, scratching it before it can react. From your studies, you know that the mouse-like Pokémon is faster but ultimately weaker than your starter.

The Rattata charges at your champion, trying to tackle Charmander, but you use the same tactic that you used against Blue.

“Growl! Then dodge!” You shout, and Charmander growls at the charging Rattata, slowing down its attack. It still makes contact, since it's way faster than Blue's Bulbasaur and the mass of the Rattata slams into your Charmander with a ton of momentum. He stumbles backward with an “oof”. You check your Pokédex, seeing that he took a little under a tenth of his health in damage. Nothing serious, but you had to be careful.

“Scratch!” You call out, and Charmander obliges, slashing the retreating Rattata across the side. The mouse’s next attack misses, and it takes another scratch to the face. Slowly but surely, you’re winning this battle. After another half dozen scratches, the Rattata faints, and you throw a Pokéball at it. The red light blinks over it once, twice, thrice, and then envelopes the fainted Rattata with a beep. You internally celebrate the capture of your first Pokémon. It ain't much, but it's honest work.

"Woo! Great job Charmander!" You whoop and start petting your little dragon. You get ready to recall him, to give your Pokémon some rest after his battle, but before you do that another Rattata charges out. This one is furious that his friend got captured, and is ready to avenge his comrade.

"Alright Charmander, same thing." You order, and after another 10 minutes, this Rattata goes down too. And then another one comes out, ready to avenge both his friends. Your Charmander is looking the worse for wear, and after beating his third Rattata, he isn't looking too hot. You recall him and quickly exit the tall grass. Shit, this was bad. Your Pokémon isn't in good condition, and you aren't even halfway there. You start jogging, hoping to quickly make your way to Viridian city while avoiding any more fights.

After about an hour of jogging, you slow down to take a break. You flop down in a small clearing next to the road and open your backpack. You take out the sandwiches Professor Oak had packed for you, and as you eat you decide to scroll through your Pokédex. Hmm, maybe you should call your mom, and let her know how things are going.

Ring...

Ring...

"Hello?"

"Hey mom, how's it going?"

"Indigo, what did I just watch?" Your mom says in a dark voice. It scares you because she's never spoken like that before.

"What?" You reply.

"Your battle with Blue. Do you want to explain to me what you did after?" She says, barely contained fury in her voice.

"I... Had sex with her..? Did you not like it?" You hazarded a guess. Your mom should have been fine with it because she spent the last year and a half preparing you for fucking everything that moved.

"What did I tell you?" She snaps.

"No mercy. The whores you beat deserve everything that happens to them." You half-whisper. Your mom believes that to the victor goes the spoils. The number of battles she'd lost during her journey was less than 20, and a quarter of those were with your dad. She was a bit of a sadist, though she was nothing but loving towards you.

"Mom, it was Blue! My best friend! I'm not going to treat her like trash!" You say, and you hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

"Indigo, the world is a harsh place, and if you get a reputation, it'll be hard to get rid of it. If you want, you can treat Blue nicely," She says, and you sigh with relief as she continues. "But I better not see you show kindness to any other slut you beat. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mom."

"Good boy. I expect to see some screaming and begging for mercy in your next video." She says, and after that awkward talk, the two of you talk about possible Pewter gym strategies, interesting Pokémon to try and catch, and just discuss your future.