~Prologue: The Ole Dusty Trail~
A/N: This story is in script form. Why? Mainly because this story is crude humor and it's faster to write this way :P. OOCness everywhere. M rating is there for safety purposes. There won't be any explicit lemon scenes or excessive violence but there are some things that may cross the T boundry. You've been warned! I bolded the characters' names so that it would be easier to differentiate, but if it's too glaring just let me know and I'll change it!
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own Pokemon. This story is just for fun!
Ash: "Go Pikachu use...surf! Wait what?"
Ash Ketchum sat up in his bed, sweat dripping down his neck as he realized that it was only a nightmare.
Ash: Phew...thank goodness. Pikachu can't learn Surf, what I was thinking!
Yawning and rubbing his eyes, the raven-haired trainer sauntered over to his window, opening the curtains to let the warm rays of sunshine in. His eyes were half-open and before the sunlight blinded him momentarily, he thought he caught a glimpse of a strange figure hovering in the air.
Ash: What was that?
The young trainer opened the windows and looked beneath him, seeing only their servant Pokemon, Mimey, (A Mr. Mime if you didn't know) sweeping the dirt road. Shrugging his shoulders, the young trainer closed the windows and got dressed, ready to start another day. Going downstairs, he was greeted by his mother.
Delia: Good morning Ash! Did you get the new underwear that I left on your nightstand?
Ash: As a matter of fact I did Mom! Thanks a bunch! What is it made of anyway? It's so comfortable!
Delia: Well Ash, Professor Oak gave it to me when I went to his house to...er...get some soap. Yeah that's it.
Ash frowned, wondering why his mother sounded so strange. In his usual oblivious self, he shrugged it off and began digging in to his favorite breakfast-a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.
Ash: Oh that's nice. So what's it made of?
Delia: I think it's made of Mareep wool. There was a label that came with it that said something about frying balls but I don't remember because I threw it off on the side of the road.
Ash: That's ok. I'm sure it wasn't anything important and now those litter patrol guys have more trash to pick up!
The two Ketchums shared a hearty laugh as Mimey walked in the door with his trusty broom. He silently put a letter on the table and walked back out to dust the dusty road of dustiness.
Delia: Oh what's this? Could it be another poem from Professor Oak? Oh darn, it's not...
Delia: Nothing dear, why don't you open it and see what's inside?
Ash: Ok let's see...oh it's a letter from Brock! He says he wants me to head up to Viridian City for a reunion! Wow! All of our friends will be there!
His mother was too busy gazing out the window in the direction of Professor Oak's laboratory to hear what he had said, however. Ash didn't seem to notice his mother's not noticing and quickly grabbed his pack, heading out the door and on the path to Viridian City.
Ash: I wonder if Gary will be there. He was in some music video or something. I might need to get his autograph to sell later. Ready or not Viridian City, HERE I COME!
Unbeknownst to Ash, a slender, green humanoid looking Pokemon peeked out from behind a tree, watching as the trainer dashed off to Viridian.
Gardevoir: A reunion party? Sounds fun. Maybe I'll go...