A Cubone and a Houndour

Following Mr. Fuji out of his small house into his back yard, you see what can best be described as a small fenced in Pokemon Park, or a Pokemon Playground. You see over a dozen, maybe two dozen, Pokemon running about, playing, or sleeping, across the area.

Mr. Fuji may be a perverted old man, but he does do good work. Which is why you didn’t mind doing your little favors for him now and again. Ok, you minded a little. Most women didn’t like being treated like a pocket pussy. You do remember meeting a few female trainers who did, few of them had happy endings.

Your mind starts to wander and you start thinking of some of the trainers you met while traveling, wondering what happened to them. Madison, she was one of those who seemed to like being treated like a pocket pussy. Wonder what happened to her?

“Here we are.” You are brought out of your thoughts of the past by the sound of Mr. Fuji’s voice. “This little fellow is young, very playful and full of energy. Perfect for a Pokemon Trainer.” The Pokemon Mr. Fuji is referring to a small, cute little Houndour that is playing with a few chew toys.

“By Arceus, he is adorable!” You kneel down and start to play with the little fire dog. “So small though.” You were worried that the Pokemon might be too young. Or was he just a runt?

“Well, yes. The poor guy seems to be an orphaned stray, not wild born. Probably abandoned by some trainer who was mass breeding Pokemon and the little guy didn’t meet whatever standard the breeder wanted. But he is just old enough where you don’t have to worry about giving him bottles or anything. He can eat normal food. Just don’t expect much from him until you train him up.”

You scratch the small Pokemon behind the ears and he jumps into your lap, trying to lick your face. “Oh, he is perfect.” You can’t help but give a girlish giggle.

Mr. Fuji watches and you play with the little Houndour for a few moments. “I’m glad you two are getting along so well. If you would follow me, I have another Pokemon I think you will like.”

I pick up the little Houndour, laughing as he licks my face. “Lead the way Mr. Fuji.”

We don’t have to travel far, and Mr. Fuji leads me to a shaded area in a corner. In this spot is a sleeping Cubone.

Whispering so as to not wake up the Cubone, you ask. “Oh, and who is this little guy?”

Mr. Fuji also keeps his voice low. “Oh, you know how the Cubones are around here. They are as common in the tower as Weedles in the forest. This one wandered out of the tower and seemed to be sick. I gave him some medicine and after a few days he was all better.” He gives you a grin. “But I figured that, instead of releasing him back into the wild, you might want him.”

You can’t help but return Mr. Fuji’s grin. “Why, I do believe I will take him as well.” You were expecting to get only one Pokemon out of Fuji. Two was more than you were expecting. “Thank you Mr. Fuji.” You honestly meant it.

“Oh, of course Violet. After all, we have known each other for years. What are friends for?” His eyes are openly gazing at your massive breasts, not even attempting to be subtle.

Yes, you have known Mr. Fuji for years. During which time you have given him dozens of hand jobs and countless boob jobs. Still, Mr. Fuji did hold up his end of the bargain. And compared to most of the other perverted old men in town he was nowhere near the worst. “Still, I appreciate it.” You actually mean it too. Both of these Pokemon should serve you well as you restart your Pokemon Journey.

After this all that is left is to grab your already prepared travel bag full of supplies, and pick a destination. Unless there is something else to do in town that you have forgotten?