...extend our reach to the stars above!

"Jessie"

"James"

"Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!"

"Surrender now or prepare to fight!"

"Meowth! That's right!"

These guys again. Team Rocket. They tended to raid Pokémarts regularly for defective Pokéballs now.

"Now we've got one cawhrupt Pokéball left, and we'd radder not have tuh use it on de likes of yuh. So hand dem ovuh okay?" The Meowth insisted.

Wait. The Meowth? It talks?

"I already told you creeps, we destroy the defective Pokéballs every time we get a shipment, there aren't any here." The Pokémart attendant said dryly. You recognized her voice, the raven haired goth who wouldn't give you the time of day. You'd often imagined fucking her brains out behind the counter after your shift. Well, maybe if you used your Pokéballs to save her, she might warm up to you. You couldn't catch her of course, the cameras would prove it wasn't in defense of anyone, but that redhead Jessie would do nicely.

"I know that isn't true, you've got to have some on hand. No matter, you'll talk after we catch you now, won't you." James spoke up, a pompous tone in his voice.

"Since this may be the last thing I say of my own free will, fuck all of you, the cops are already on their way and you're all on camera, dipshits."

"You think we care? We'll catch them too in record time. Besides, our wanted posters are already posted everywhere, haven't you seen them?" Jessie gloated.

"I thought they were advertisements for the red light district."

"Well I nev-"

"One of the cheaper whorehouses of course."

The look on Jessie's face turned from one of indignation to blind rage. as she raised her Pokéball over her head.

"That's it! You're going down."

"Back off Asswipes!" You interject, wincing at the fact that you couldn't come up with a cooler thing to say.

"Fuck off twerp! Unless you want to be next."

"I heard your rant, you only have one Pokéball. I've got six. I like my odds."

"Well then, we'll just catch you first and you'll drop them right on the ground. Mission accomplished."

As she brings her arm up back up to try and catch you, you fling your Pokéball at her like an expert. It had been your dream after all, so you'd practiced quite a bit. She reflexively guarded her face as it came closer, dropping her Pokéball in the process. A red light emanated from a stylistic R shaped bracelet on her wrist which deflected the Pokéball causing it to soar in the direction of the counter and course correct towards the attendant.

"My hero..." Could be heard from her as the Pokéball opened up, sucking her inside and leaving the Pokémart's uniform behind her on the ground.

Sirens began to be heard and Team Rocket fled the scene, leaving you in confusion.

Soon afterwards, Officer Jenny arrived at the Pokémart and began questioning you. You showed her the footage and explained what happened, hoping she'd buy the fact that it deflected off of the attacker with the video evidence.

"If this happened last week I wouldn't believe you, but there have been reports around Kanto of devices like these. Unfortunately, it makes Team Rocket near untouchable. Any officer that approaches would likely just find themselves caught. Knowing that these three are out of Pokéballs now is good info though. We'll arrange a strike **** immediately and hope to bring them in. Oh and, take good care of your girl, yeah? It sucks that she was caught, but at least she's not being sold on the black market to the highest bidder."

"Will do, Officer Jenny."

"Unfortunately, I will have to file a report with your employer. Which means you'll probably be let go for accidentally catching a fellow employee. Tough luck kid."

She was right of course, you lost your job. Your rent is due in 4 days, and your last paycheck is forfeit due to your contract's 'gross incompetence' clause. You need to somehow make $500 by Monday or you'll be evicted. The only way you can think of is Pokémon Battles, although this will be much more difficult with a Poké****.

You dust off your old Pokédex, restore it to factory settings, and toggle the Poké**** update. This update was a workaround to fix some bugs that occurred when trying to classify humans as Pokémon. They would be added to the international database as a new discovery, which fucked up the International Dex's order whenever a real new Pokémon was discovered and had to be fixed manually. Long story short, it considered you to be in an undiscovered region, and changed the terms around to be more user friendly. However, it would now consider any actual Pokémon as coming from a foreign region. Basically, it only keeps track of Pokéslaves you scan, so you don't have to scroll through over 10,000 entries in the Dex to find yours.

Taking the girl out of her Pokéball, you notice she's clad in nothing more than a black pair of panties. You set the Pokédex to scan her, at least attempting to not seem like a creep right off the bat by checking her out, and toss her a button down shirt.

"How noble of you. At least you're not a complete pervert."

Poké**** 001 Alice
Type: Dark
Age: 21
This Poké**** retaliates to perceived attacks with biting sarcasm, demoralizing her enemies with shocking one liners.

Current Moveset
Scratch
Tackle
Mean Look
Yawn

Ability
Unknown

Current Level
5

"Look, I'm sorry you were caught, I was trying to catch Team Rocket and help you out, but-"

"But they had this tech thing that deflected the ball, I get it. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Isn't it supposed to make you like it though? I heard it has an effect like that."

"No more than a normal Pokémon. You of all people know that they run away sometimes too if you're an asshole. The more you prove yourself as a competent trainer, the more an effect it'll have. Difference is it's harder for humans to break a Pokéball than most Pokémon, so running away is pretty much pointless. Since you were literally fired for gross incompetence in front of me, I don't think I'll be doing everything you ask. And because I know you'll annoy me with the question, yes I can hear what's going on when I'm inside that thing."

"So what feels different then," you ask sitting down next to her on your bed, "do you notice any changes."

She looks at you with annoyance before sighing and replying. "For one, I probably wouldn't answer that question if I wasn't your- ugh- Poké****. I feel like I want to ignore you, but I ought to listen. If I really wanted to I could disobey, but I'm a little less inclined to then I normally would be. Since my wellbeing depends on you now, there's another reason to not treat you like shit I guess. Other than that, my fingernails feel thicker, and they're definitely sharper. So what's my moveset, I assume scratch is one of them?"

"Yup, you've got Scratch, Tackle, Mean Look, and Yawn. All normal types, which isn't very surprising, but you're a dark type. You look a little paler than usual though, and I'm pretty sure your eyes weren't gold before. That along with your description makes me think you might be able to learn some electric type moves down the line as well with your 'shocking one liners'."

"So small changes overall, I guess that's good." Alice says, looking herself over more closely. Anyways, since rent is due soon, I guess we'll have to make money through battles? Cause you're absolutely not whoring me out, and you're too much of an idiot to land another job."

"Gee, thanks. You had a job too though right? Any money saved up?"

"Way to prove me right. I'm a Poké**** now and just like Pokémon, I can't own anything, it's all defaulted to the Pokémon League since I don't have any close family members."

"You ever find it odd that our country is run by skilled Pokémon Trainers? Instead of a democracy or something?"

"No. The strong rule, it's always been that way here. No one weaker would be able to maintain authority, right?"

"Well, not if Team Rocket's any indication. Anyways, we should probably get training."

You raise you Pokéball and aim it at her before she interrupts you

"Hold on there Dick, you're not about to parade me around with my tits out, and you're at least getting me some pants."

You weren't sure if she was trying to insult you, or if she actually knew your name. But you reluctantly agree with her and figure an appreciative **** might respond better. You manage to find an old pair of sweatpants that fit her along with some old running shoes and mention you'll find something more fitting later.

"Well, let's go then."

As you close your apartment's door, you hear a ding from your Pokédex.

Would you like to name your Pokémon? They will be automatically trained to respond to the name you choose as their own.
(Type what ever name you want Alice to be referred to from now on into the first name variable. She will not acknowledge the change.)