Alas For The Lass

He was traveling through one of the deeper, darker corners of a forest, full of trees that were easily hundreds of years old. he figured it would be an easy path, few trainers would bother to come here, not when they could crowd around the more well beaten trails and challenge people like a pack of idiots.

It was a nice, relaxing walk for him, his trusty Houndoom at his side to make sure nothing got the jump on them as they walked along. Little patches of sunlight somehow manages to filter through the canopy, making a flashlight, or the flames of his trusty companion unnecessary most of the time.

For a long while, there was mostly silence, save for the normal sounds one might expected in a forest, the rustle of leafs, the sound of furry little animals, and some larger four legged beasts, but nothing artificial. He was starting to really believe he was all along in this place... of course, that's when he heard it; a voice.

It was female... young, too; early to mid teens, easily. He sighed, knowing that, where there was one, there must have been more. He figured that he'd just avoid her, but, for some reason, he found himself heading toward the sound of her voice. he wasn't sure why, really, maybe he was curious, maybe he really wanted to see if there were more around... maybe he just wanted to see if she was cute.

Regardless, he found himself coming across a small clearing, which was odd, considering that this was the first he had seen in the this place, and he'd been there for hours. It was soon clear as to why, though... she had a rather large grass Pokemon with her --which, by his guess it was a Bayleef, which would be the first time he's ever actually seen it in his life-- which was cutting apart various growths while ripping up others. He was curious as to what the Hell she was doing, really, slicing and pulling up plants in a forest? What was the point in that?

"This place will make a great secret base when we're done with it."

He heard a voice, the same as he heard before. He looked to where it came from... and he saw her. She was a cute thing, easily 14 years old, with long, black hair that went down to her shoulders, her eyes were a bright shade of blue. She was clad in a short, very short, barely covering the tops of her thighs pleaded red skirt, a pair of white, ankle length socks, a pair of red dress shoes, and a white dress shirt, which has its top three buttons undone.

Why, if somebody were just tall enough and looked down at her...

He wondered what she meant by secret base... but, of course, he recalled what it meant, some kids decided it would be a good idea to pick out random, far flung areas, clean them out, decorate them and use them as a little hang out, a home away from home, so to speak. It was all the rage with them now, but he never bought into it.

However, since she was make this place her base... that would mean that nobody else should be around for a good distance, easily not within shouting range. So, she's basically all alone, her only defense atleast one Pokemon, which didn't look none too strong to begin with, incapable of getting any help if something bad were to happen to her.

And she's such a cute little thing... why, in another year or so, she should mature into a beautiful young woman. Though, certain areas of her body have already taken those few steps before the rest of her, her waist was slender, hips well pronounced... but her chest, that was the main event. Maybe it was the fact that her shirt was small and tight, maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was the fact that she needed three buttons of said shirt open, but she looked like she could easily fill a bra meant for girls two to three years her own age.

So, we have this cute, well developed and provocatively dressed little thing, all alone in the deep, dark forest, well out of earshot of, well, anybody save for random wild animals, atleast just a single Pokemon to protect her and a lonely teenage male looking over her body, with a Pokemon that could seemingly easily rip apart maybe her only protection.

Sometimes, they make things too easy. If he were an evil bastard, he could destroy her in battle, and with her protector out of the way, have his sick, twisted ways with her. Or, he could be nice and just walk away, leaving her to her own devices. Evil bastard that has forced sex with a sexy young girl... just walk away...

Forced sex... walk away... rape... no rape...

Pfft, like he really has to think about it for more than a second. The choice is pretty clear... and when it all comes down to it, she has only herself to blame for this, what with being so far away from civilization, with so little in the means of protection, wearing such enticing clothing. Why, if he didn't know any better, he'd think she was doing all of this in the hopes that somebody would come across her and force themselves onto her nubile form.

With the decision made, he makes his way through what little of the forest was left between them, stepping into the clearing. His Houndoom growled a bit, as if to announce their presence so he wouldn't have to. He couldn't help but smile at that, if just a little, that loyal beast seemed to understand far more about Humans than science would give it credit for.

Of course, just as he would expect, the girl looked their way, eyes a tad bit wide in shock, she must be wondering what he was doing so far out here. The Pokemon itself stopped the clearing and looked their way, curious as to the source of the growl... perhaps even to assess the threat it could pose to its Trainer. His eyes glanced the girl over once, to see if the closer proximity would reveal anything more about her, but it didn't, she was just as he say while hiding away in the thickness just beyond the clearing.

"What... do you want...?"

She asked, voice shaking a bit. He was bigger than she was, he had a good foot on her, and easily 50 pounds, if not more. His Houndoom, despite being pretty calm and not threatening looked vicious. As if sensing her unease, the Pokemon that belonged to her decided to move closer, while making sure to stand between her and the two of them.

In a split second, he decided on what to say, it would be the perfect way to get her to fight with him, so he could get her Pokemon out of action, to get her alone and unprotected. It's something that she wouldn't refuse, not after all the time and energy she put into it.

"I see you've been clearing this place out, and I heard you mention it would make a good secret base. Well, as it so happens, I too have been looking for a good spot... and this seems just as good as any. Why, it's so far out from the beaten path, nobody would bother to steal it, and this location, a forest undoubtedly has easy access to a wealth of Pokemon just begging to be caught.

Yes indeed, a fine spot... much too good for such a young girl. As such, I shall simply have to take it from you."

The trap has been set, and the bait is alluring... why, she would have to be a genius, or a psychic not jump ever so willingly into it. Naturally, she's neither, for an angry look cross her cute little face. She pointed a finger at him in a dramatic fashion, as if she were about to challenge him, or, more likely, just as a show, because angry people like to point, or something.

"I found this place first! I spent time and energy clearing this place out with my Bayleef, and I'll be damned if I let anybody, let alone an arrogant jerk like you simply walk in here and take it from me!"

Oh, she was angry alright, why, in her rage, she forgot all about her fear of him, the fact that he was bigger than she was, that he had a vicious dog-like beast on his side that spat fire. She looked so cute in her anger, the way she was standing with her arm stretched out, finger pointing at him... she was adorable.

The sheer absurdity of the fact that she was so angry, and yet so adorable at the same time made him laugh, which only served to make her even more angry, as she figured he was laughing at her words, not the way she looked at that very moment. Spurred on by this, she removed a Pokeball from behind her, then tossed it toward him, expanding mid-flight. Just before striking the ground, it reacted, splitting in half, remaining intact just along a small hinge in the back of it. A red mass of light and energy erupted from it, skimming across the ground. Half a second later, this energy collected into a single place, taking the form of a creature as the ball itself shut tight, only to oddly fly back to her hand by some unseen force.

As she caught it, no more than three seconds after throwing it, the creature became solid and whole. It stood there, all 3' 07" of it, tail wagging in a slow, lazy arc. It mewled at him, ears twitching, eyes blinking... and then, it hissed, fur standing on end as his Houndoom took an aggressive stance, growling in return.

Leave it to a teenage girl to have a Delcatty, and leave it to a dog and cat to have a natural hatred for one another.

So, she has atleast two Pokemon... and, really, neither one of them seems to be a threat. His Houndoom could easily take out her Bayleef, and that Delcatty... well, they're known for being pretty, not powerful. Surely any one of his Pokemon could take it out, but he has a special plan for it.

"So, girl, is that all you have?"

He asks in a mocking tone, hoping to further fan the flames of her anger, and thus get her to answer bluntly. Not that he expects her to be coy enough to hide the fact that she has more Pokemon. It seems to be working... well, the fanning of the flames, because she just seems to grow even more pissed than before.

"They're more than enough to put you in your place!"

She howls, which isn't exactly the answer he expected or wanted, plus the very idea of her howling is a tad bit scary. But, it doesn't unnerve him, not one bit. He simply follows suit and, much like she did, he removes a Pokeball from behind him, detaching it from a specially designed belt attachment to hold Pokeballs in their miniature state. The instant it was in his hand, it expanded several times, then he threw it, hard and fast.

Like her own, it sailed through the air, and once it came close to the soil below, it opened, spewing forth energy and light before sealing shut. As it returned to him, the released materials began to take form, creating another Pokemon. It was tall compared to the others, almost the height of the girl, with what appears to be a long, billowing dress, skin that's white as chalk and green hair, its eyes a bright red, that seemed to glisten with an unnatural light. Its most striking feature, however, was the large, red half circle that was seemingly driven through its midsection.



It was far less than an epic clash... really, it was more like a fly against a cars wind shield. The poor little lass didn't stand much of a chance against his raw power in a two on two battle.

She was slammed hard, against the tall, ancient tree, which was easily 500 years old. The mighty plant stood tall and proud, barely taking note of the young girl who had impacted it, indifferent to the fact that she slumped down, onto her knees, back against its mighty trunk, groaning in pain.