Pokemon: Jordinio Version

"Jesus Christ," I stared open mouth, before realsiing what I said and correcting myself, "Arceus above!" I gaped.

See what I did there.

I shook my head, "Look at you man!" I couldn't help but look upon the newly evolved Butterfree that fluttered slightly in the air in front of me, having just evolved from my obscenely large Metapod a moment ago.

I'd split my pokemon into groups. I had Zubat show off Mega Drain to Shiftry, Oddish and Bellsprout, and had Fearow and Pidgeotto show Steel Wing off to Charmander, Zubat and Milotic, and left them to work train while trying to learn the attacks under the watchful eye of Chansey, who was pressing down upon them with Gravity. Even in technique training, I was going to have them going for maximum physical gains.

...Well, Iron Tail in Milotic and Charmander's case. It might be a bit soon considering I just loaded them up with new attacks from TM's, but I just wanted to get the basics for it down right away and then I could have them practise their attacks as they pleased after that. I'd already had them show off what they could and test them out before training began anyway.

Granted, I didn't let Charmander use Blast Burn. That was going to be something I saved for when we were actually outside and not in a training facility in the pokemon centre....at the crack of dawn.

The second group, I had training under Clefable's Gravity attack, at a higher level than the other group and going through through pure physical conditioning. The second group consisting of Pidgeotto, Fearow, Metapod, Graveler and last but not least at all, me of course.

It was half an hour into our morning training session that it happened. Metapod suddenly erupted into blinding light and increased massively in size, while going through a complete shape metamorphosis and becoming a beautiful purple skinned and white winged butterfly, with cute stubby little blue hands and feet, and big wide gleaming ruby red eyes.

And being utterly absurd in size. As in, Butterfree from feet to head has a good foot and a half on me, with a torso as thick as my own, and a pair of wings, each one being bigger than me as well.

This Butterfree, is a fucking monster. Like the goddamn cutest Mothra ever.

Butterfree preened and as he languidly flapped his new wings to keep a float, "Free." he tilted his chin up smugly

Chuckling, I grabbed my phone from where I left out and pulled up Butterfree's profile on it, noting now that the icon had automatically changed from Metapod to Butterfree.

My eyebrows climbed up into my hairline as I checked over his move pool. And the five new additions. Confusion, Gust, Supersonic, Poison Powder, Sleep Powder.

That brought the newly evolved bug and flying type, to a total of thirteen attacks now. How fucking absurd.

I jerked my head towards the other group, "You wanna join them?" I asked, "Since you're a Butterfree, you can learn Mega Drain now as well, and it'll go a long way to helping you deal with rock types, your biggest weakness."

Buttefree's head tilted to the side and he regarded me curiously for a moment, before shrugging his little stubby blue hands and turning away from me to fly through the air, albeit quite wobbly to join the other group.

My eyes strayed down to the pokedex profile for Butterfree.

6 foot, eight inches in height. How utterly absurd. Who fucking needs dynamax with shit like this?

'Tinted Lens as well huh?' I grinned when I noticed his ability. Well, well, well. That would be very helpful.

I kept the training session going right up until the pokemart opened up. Only then, did I end the training session and return my pokemon to their pokeballs.

I quickly jumped in for a rapid shower to get rid of the sweet odour of sweaty gains, dried off and threw on a fresh set of clothes. Then I left the Pokemon Centre and made my way to the Pokemart.

There, I dropped ten thousand pokedollars on a Sun Stone and a Leaf Stone. Despite how much money I had now, spending that much at once still hurt and made me wince like a little girl.

God damn was pokemon training expensive.

Once I was done with that, I made my way back to the Pokemon Centre and had a quick breakfast. A manly breakfast, full of protein, power and the dream of gains while the cook prepared twelve helpings of food for pokemon of various typings.

My laughter at his tired glare once he was done, may have began with a 'Mwuahaha'. Because I'm evil like that.

Yeah, none of that slaving away for me thanks. I'm gonna have my monsters beat the shit out of other monsters and get rich, famous and powerful from it. What a truly blessed world this place is indeed.

And it was only an hour later, when the cafeteria was filling up that Hilda stumbled her way in, a jaw cracking yawn leaving her mouth as she approached me, "Morning," she greeted me, sitting down opposite me, while I sat with Charmander in my lap, feeding him by hand, "You sure got up early."

"Yeah, four hours ago." I nodded.

The voluptuous brunette gaped at me, "Four hours ago?" she regarded me with a look that made it look like she thought I was an idiot, "That's five thirty AM, you went to bed at eleven!"

"Six and a half hours is more than enough." I shrugged. I was used to getting by on way less before after all. Before I ended up here, I'd be lucky to get three hours of sleep a day.

She shook her head, her fluffy brown ponytail swishing back and forth, "You're one little training maniac aren't you?" she snorted, "Utterly insane."

Honestly, not as such. Before I ended up here, I was seriously terrible at sticking to schedules. I was just so forgetful about them. But, I've somehow not had any problems doing it here. It feels like my brain, and my body are noticeably much more energized here. It could be because I'm in a younger body, or it could just be the fabled anime body. Or I could even have aura or something now that I've entered the pokemon universe. I don't know, and I don't really care either, I'm just glad for it.

Hilda got up a minute later when the line for ordering food dwindled down and made her way over to get her own breakfast. My eyes lingered on her lovely rear end stretching out another pair of denim booty shorts, before a small tug on my top caught my attention, and I looked down to see the cheerful smiling face of Charmander peering up at me, "Char?" the little fire type then gestured to the bowl of food on the table.

Chuckling, I put ogling Hilda completely out of mind and grabbed another piece, "Here you go mate." I said, plopping it into his mouth and tickling his chin after he quickly chewed and swallowed.

Hilda came back a few minutes later, setting her tray of food down on the table alongside a steaming cup of coffee, "So, what are your plans then?" She asked, "Where are we headed after this now that you've got your second badge?"

"I was planning on setting out in a few hours and heading towards Vermillion City," I shrugged, "I'm more or less just following the gym circuit alone right now until Pidgeotto evolves."

"Mmmm," Hilda hummed, before grinning and pointing her fork at me, "Fine with me, I need to battle Surge myself, but along the way, you feel like hitting up Hollywood with me? I totally wanna check it out myself."

Hmmm.

"I don't see why not," I shrugged again and agreed, "From what I've saw of the map, it won't really put us off course as long as you don't plan on staying there for like a massive amount of time."

Besides, it's not like there isn't something I don't want there anyway. Meowth comes from Hollywood. And there, I can hopefully find his old gang and his old love interest, Meowzie.

I don't specifically need them for anything. But, they're legitimate pieces of canon. I want them. They'll be like a collectors item. I don't even need to really use them either. Nurse Joy gets official funding to provide for every pokemon I capture, and they get added to my trainer page, which then makes it that much harder for any official opponents in the leagues to tell what pokemon I'll use and as such, much harder to make a counter team.

"Nah, it's not like there's all that much left there, it's a near abandoned place you know?" Hilda mused, stabbing her fork into a piece of meat and then raising it to her mouth and taking a bite, "I just want to see it, y'know? The former movie capital of the world. I used to dream of going there as a little girl before it fell to ruin."

"As good a reason as any sweet cheeks." I grinned at her. Not as good a reason as mine though.

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As much as the eye candy is very much appreciated. The fact that I'm travelling with another person, means I can't just fly to Vermillion City. Pidgeotto isn't equipped to let someone ride him, and Hilda's Vullaby definitely isn't.

And while Fearow is definitely strong enough to lift both myself and Hilda he just isn't big enough for the both of us. And Butterfree's body isn't aesthetically built for someone to ride him without him actually dwarfing them in size.

Which left walking as the only option. 'At least the view is good.' I chuckled lightly as I walked a pace or two behind Hilda. It was quite the hypnotic view and definitely made time pass by quicker.

And Oddish sitting on my shoulder at least made things more entertaining as well. she was such a cute, warm little thing and easily excited by the passing scenery. I had her out just in case any pokemon I wanted passed us by, she could spray them with some powders and lock them up real nice and quick.

"You know, that reminds me," Hilda suddenly turned on her heel to face me, arms clasped behind her as she walked backwards, "I've not given you my number yet, have I?" she asked, holding her right wrist up to show off the digital watch like device on it, her X-transceiver.

I looked up into her eyes and nodded, "Yeah, you haven't," I replied, "You wanna exchange numbers then?" I asked, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my phone and holding it up.

"Definitely!" the brunette nodded, "It'll be a big help if we get split up. And even beyond that, you aren't planning on travelling with me for long right?"

"Caught on to that did you?" I raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like the company was bad or anything and I could do way worse than a babe like Hilda that's easy to get along with. But I don't want to give anyone the chance to see my training methods and copy them.

And there's no way I can feasibly explain to her how I know where to find all the pokemon I'm going to go after once Pidgeotto evolves, and all the other things I knew. The shocked awe she looked at me with when I showed off my pokemon to her earlier just before we left Cerulean City, specifically Milotic was pushing it as it was.

she after all, knew I only had a Feebas because I hadn't been thinking about it much when I told her all the pokemon I had in the beginning.

"It wasn't that hard to notice, you're really secretive when it comes to your training and the like, so I understand," she mused, and then her grin widened, "The fact that you were so non-comital when it came to even travelling with me for a little while, when you can't your eyes off of my ass at all, and have been eyeing it like a piece of meat since we left Cerulean and make no attempt to hide the fact you want to bed me helped a ton too of course, with how horny a little brat you are, you'd think you'd be jumping at the chance to have me around longer."

"Give the girl a cookie," I gave a huff of amusement, "You're pretty much spot on. But it's not you, it's me." I smirked at her as I dropped the ever cliche line.

She chuckled, "It would have to be, you wouldn't pass up the chance to get your hands on this after all, would you?" Hilda turned and blatantly gave her rear end a teasing smack that echoed loudly, and sending a doughy round cheek rippling and jiggling.

I snorted, "No I would not." I agreed, unashamedly. So unashamed, that with my phone out, I opened up the camera function and took a few pictures.

Wank bank material right there.