Training with Jake

Honestly, hanging out with Jake sounds like a lot of fun; and isn’t part of the POINT of going on a Pokemon Journey to meet new people and have some fun? Besides, Jake seems to have a lot of knowledge and experience with water Pokemon, so spending more time with him to milk him for that knowledge would be a good use of your time. The fact that you will get spend more time with Jake, to continue to feel his magic hands touch you, that is just a bonus.

You and Jake both shout in unison “Use Scald!”

Jake commands his Poliwrath while your Mareanie tries to mimic it. The Poliwrath easily launches a boiling stream of water while your Mareanie tries to copy it, but fails. Instead of shooting a jet of boiling water Mareanie simply squirts out a small stream of water from its mouth. You have been at this for hours and while Mareanie has shown some improvement, you still feel like frustrated at how little improvement she has shown.

Jake put an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you “Its ok Amber, training just takes time. The Elite Four wasn’t trained in a day after all.”

“I know that, I trained Bulbasaur after all!”

“I know, I am just trying to cheer you up.” You feel Jake’s hand slide down from your shoulder to your waist, his hands gently gliding across your belly, down towards your shorts, he starts sliding a hand towards your panties…

You grab Jake’s hands and pull them off you and walk away from him towards Mareanie. You ignore the growing tension between your legs, business first pleasure later, and walk towards Mareanie. You get down on your hands and knees so that you can look it in the eyes “Its ok Mareanie, lets just keep trying. Ok?” The Pokemon backs away from you, shyly hiding itself behind its tentacles.

“You know, it might help if you gave her a name. I have found that tends to help Pokemon become more friendly faster.”

You look at him skeptically “Really? What did you name your Polywrath then!?”

“Willis” Jake can tell that you don’t really believe him, so he calls out “Willis, get over here!” The Polywrath, WILLIS, jumps over to Jake’s side “Up high, down low, slide to the left, now to the right the right, cris cross, cris cross NOW FREEZE!” With each command Jake and Willis move in unison, ending with the both of them taking a ridiculous action pose together.

“That was, I can’t even!” You can’t finish your sentence as you start laughing so hard that you end up grabbing your stomach and rolling on your back on the sand. Eventually you catch our breath is manage a response “That was ridiculous!”

Jake doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed “You might laugh, but it works. Give your Pokemon names, connect with them, earn their trust, and you can better train them. Now how about you listen to your elder’s advice!”

“You aren’t that much older than me. You are what, 20, 21, 22?”

“21. But what that also means, miss I just caught my first Pokemon, is that I have been training MY Pokemon for 3 years while you haven’t even hit a month yet.” Jake looks down at you, not even trying to hide the fact that he is looking at your cleavage. “Now I COULD challenge you to a Pokemon Battle to prove my point.” Your blood runs cold with that comment. Even with a type advantage you have seen enough from his Polywrath to know Bulbasaur doesn’t stand a chance. Jake could easily defeat you if he wanted to. Could easily take what he wanted, take you if he wanted. A small part of you almost wants him to… “But I am not going to do that. I am not so insecure as to get off by beating rookie trainers.”

You aren’t quite sure what to think or feel about Jake’s response. So, you default to the classic response of “Thank you”, not really sure what you are thanking him for, but grateful for his help all the same. “Why are you helping me? Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful, but why?”

Jake doesn’t respond right away, multiple emotions flash across his face while he thinks about what to say, how much to say. “I was a rookie once, I had a few friends who were rookies once, it is not easy. Most people quite before they get through their first year.” For a moment Jake has a sad look on his face, before he flashes a smile and sits next to you on the sand. He grabs you and pulls you onto his lap “Of course, maybe I just wanted to, for reasons.” You feel his arms and hands wrap around your waist, gently. “Maybe I just wanted to make a good impression on a beautiful girl?”

The feeling of his erection pressed against your ass tells you what he means by ‘reasons’. Still, sitting in Jakes lap with his arms wrapped around you is nice, it is comfortable. “So, I should name Mareanie, do you have any suggestions?”

You can feel his fingers trace circles along your belly. “Something with an M…. Mary, Maranda, Melody, Minnie?” The butterflies in your stomach get worse while Jake continues to act far to calm, as if touching someone, being touched like this, was perfectly normal.

“Minnie” Looking at the Mareanie you talk to her, trying to ignore Jake's hands exploring your body, playing with your tits, tickling your skin “How about that, do you like Minnie?” The shy Pokemon looks at you questioningly. You aren’t quite sure if she really understands what you are asking, but eventually you get her to start responding to her new name of Minnie.

“Minnie, use Scald!” While the results are not as spectacular as with Jake’s Willis, Minnie is responding faster, so there is some improvement.

“You should also name your Bulbasaur, I am sure she would like a name.”

“Wait, why do you think Bulbasaur is a girl?”

“Because I have seen her nesting?”

“What does that have to do with anything?!”

“A lot of Pokemon start nesting when they get ready to lay an egg, or eggs. Why do you think Trainers keep their Pokemon in Pokeballs? Last thing you want is for your Pokemon to be fighting with, or breeding with, wild Pokemon.”

You jump out of Jake’s lap and start looking around for Bulbasaur “Where is it, she, her, whatever! Where is Bulbasaur!”

Jake points away towards the tree line “I think I saw her nesting off in the shade over there.”

You run towards where Jake pointed and with a little bit of looking you find Bulbasaur. Who is currently sitting in a self-made nest, looking far to content with herself. You lift her up and are sitting in the middle of the nest is a single green Pokemon egg. “You little slut…”

“Everything ok Amber?” You look behind yourself and see Jake quickly approaching. He looks around and is quickly able to put two and two together “So I see congratulations are in order.”

“Congratulations!? What am I supposed to do with a Pokemon Egg! And you!” Looking at Bulbasaur “Stop looking so smug!”

Like with almost everything else, Jake continues to be far too calm. “Well, you could sell a Bulbasaur Egg for some quick cash. Bulbasaur are on the rare side. Honestly though, I would keep it, or at least give it to someone for safe keeping. Since we don’t know what the father is, there might be something special about the Egg. Seriously, it isn’t that big of a deal. I know some trainers with a rare Pokemon who literally rent them out for breeding purposes”

You guess Jake has a point; you are just shocked at how fast this seems to be happening. Still, now you defiantly need to come up with a name for Bulbasaur. You can’t exactly call BOTH of them that. “I guess I have to name you now. I can’t go around calling you both Bulbasaur. How about Bell?” You can’t tell if Bell likes her name or not, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She does start to struggle out of your grasp, wanting to be put down. You put her down and watch as Bell moves back to her nest and settles down.

Jake wraps an arm around your shoulder “come on, it is getting late. We should set up camp.” He leads you away back towards where you see that he has already started to set up a tent.

A thought pops into your head and you ask Jake “Do you have an extra sleeping bag? I wasn’t expecting to be out this late and forgot to bring my camping supplies.”

“Oh, don’t worry” you feel Jake’s hand slide down from your shoulder to your waist “My sleeping bag is big enough for both of us.”

Your heart starts pounding even harder than it already was in your chest as you are led to Jake’s tent, and the single sleeping bag. Conflicting emotions start to run through you mind, the growing fire in your bellow wanting nothing more than to join Jake in the sleeping bag and let him ravish you. A small voice in the back of your head tells you that you shouldn’t be doing this, that you should head home, that Pallet Town isn’t that far away, even if it is getting dark.