Pokemon: Jordinio Version - Chapter 11 (Patreon)

I have to admit, Cerulean City is far different than I expected. Flying overhead on Fearow, my eyes strayed towards the water ways crossing throughout the city. to be fair, there wasn't actually a lot of them. But with the buildings all spread apart and not bunched together, and the sheer amount of greenery throughout the city, it was a beautiful sight when combined with the shimmering blue water streaming through the city from multiple directions.

And the gym was something else. Not at all like that Dewgong carnival looking thing I remember it being from the early anime. No, it was of a huge, gleaming hexagonal building, the roof made up of so many criss crossing windows.

Actually, looking a bit closer, they might actually be solar panels, I'm not sure. Either way, the massive gym situated in the very centre of the city, and so large it took up the whole central area was actually a familiar sight. I saw it once before in the Sun and Moon anime.

I bit my lip. 'So, I can't be sure what I know will be wholly accurate.' I mused internally. That could be a problem. Most things had been the same as the early anime so far, but this is totally different.

..How did they get the money for this thing though? Because of Misty's sisters being practically celebrities maybe?
I shook my head, ridding myself of those thoughts for now. I'm tempted have Fearow take me in for a landing there right now, just so I can get the badge out of the way. But, I should really go get my pokemon checked up at the pokemon centre first.

So I directed Fearow towards a large towering building with a red roof. Honestly, I never noticed before in the anime, but Pokemon Centre's are massive. This one goes straight up, but it generally looks like a giant ass five star hotel.

We descended moments later, winding down to reach the front of the Pokemon Centre. But as we did, I noticed a large gathering of people around the battlefield to the side of the Pokemon Centre, multiple dozens of people all surrounding the battlefield.

A roar of victory split the air and the crowd of people cheered. I caught sight of a towering bipedal red feline pokemon which I easily recognised as an Incineroar at one end of the field, but I couldn't see the other before Fearow dipped down fully and landed.

I hopped off his back and grinned at him, "Wanna go check that out?" I asked.

Fearow cocked his head to the side before shrugging his wings and then tucked them into his side and began walking towards the crowd of people with me.

"Wartortle is unable to battle, Incineroar and Cross are the winners!" a mae voice resounded out over the voice of the crowd just as we got close, and I noticed a bespectacled man standing atop a large rock with a mic in hand off to the side.

My eyes narrowed at the name dropped though. Cross? No, it couldn't be. Could it?

"Is that it?" a bored sounding voice drawled, "That was pathetic."

I pushed through the crowd to get a look, people practically jumping out of mine and Fearow's way. I was just in time to see a blue white furry tailed turtle get recalled to its pokeball and a reedy looking black haired boy huff and storm away.
And on the other side of the battlefield, there was someone I recognised. 'So it is him!' my eyes widened, taking him in. Long scruffy orange hair, a look that somehow conveyed both boredom and scathing disgust. It was Ash's rival from the alternate universe movies. Cross, the guy who he got his Charmander from instead of Damien in that series.

"Cross is once again victorious for the sixth time in a row," the announcer on the rock called out, "Who is his next challenger!?"

There was a slew of uneasy murmurs throughout the crowd. None of them stepped up to the plate though and Cross scoffed, spitting to the side in contempt.

"I'll take him on." I grinned, stepping out of the crowd and Fearow flared his wings a bit, making people jump away in fright as he cawed out in amusement.

Cross raised an eyebrow at me as I stepped up to the ow vacant spot left behind by the Wartortle trainer, looking at me with beady little orange eyes before scoffing and crossing his arms, "You're kidding right?" he spat, "You look like a total noob kid, you probably haven't even been a trainer for even a year yet!"

"Yep, less than two weeks," I shrugged, "Not that It'll make a difference. There's a world of a difference between me and a scrub like you."

It was almost amusing at how easily his eyes narrowed in anger and a snarl left his throat. But, to be upfront. I don't like this guy. From what I saw of him in the movie, he's an arrogant asshole, abusive and a thieving bully.

I'm well aware some people are different here. Ash and Misty definitely were a bit different, , their ages definitely were and he might be too. But the way he acted just a minute ago with his previous opponent tells me, he's still a dick.

True, I'm a biased cunt, but I'm also a shameless one.

"You little..!" Cross snarled, his hands flexing into fists. It must be quite insulting actually. He's got quite a bit of height on me, he looks to be about late teens, like sixteen or seventeen at least. And I'm definitely around twelve. Sure, I've bulked up a lot since I ended up in this body thanks to Chansey, but I'm still short as fuck.

Not that it stops me from looking down on others. I don't need to be taller than everybody else to look down on them.
But I do have a plan already formed, and I'm not just doing this to piss him off, even if it is amusing. Pushing his buttons is just the way I'm going about getting what I want from this guy.

Reaching down to my belt, I grabbed Beedrill's pokeball, "Come out, Beedrill." I released the bug and poison type of my current team, "This pokemon is the one on my current team that I caught the most recently, he should be well enough to deal with anything you have."

Beedrill appeared before me, crossing his lances over one another and staring ahead coolly with vibrant red eyes at Cross and his Incineroar, not even flinching when the towering red and black fire type snarled angrily at my words.

Cross ground his teeth together before releasing a deep breath through his nose, "Come back Incineroar," he lifted a pokeball and brought back the fully evolved fire type abruptly, quickly switching it for another pokeball, "We'll see how big you talk kid when my weakest pokemon slaps yours around, get out here Charmander!"

My eyes widened and glee filled me as he fell for it! It felt like the world stopped around me and my breath picked up as it appeared. Small, with gleaming orange little scales, a small flame at the tip of its tail and the cutest little face the world has ever seen.

A Charmander!

Want filled me. So much want. My hands began shaking a bit and I had to slip them into my pockets so nobody noticed just how literally jonesing I was right now. I want it. I want it so bad it hurts. I don't think I've ever wanted something so much in my entire life.

I had to take a quick deep breath myself just to get myself under control.

Thankfully, Cross was too busy glaring daggers at my Beedrill to notice how shaky I was. My eyes feasted on the little orange fire type, it cast an almost nervous look back at its trainer before its eyes narrowed in what I think is determination and it lowered itself into a little crouch facing forward, getting ready to leap into action.

"Since both trainers have released their pokemon, you may begin!" the guy on the rock called out.

"Flamethrower destroy that damn bug!" Cross roared out an order rapidly.

Charmander obeyed diligently and cocked its little head back, flames spilling from its lips before throwing its head forward and spitting out a large stream of flame about half the height I am.

It was powerful! I could feel the height rise rapidly around me the second it spat the flames out. But it was too slow to do anything to Beedrill who spent his time constantly training under intense gravity and sparring with my try hard birds in the air.

Fearow snickered at my side as Beedrill swerved around the plume of flame easily and shot rapidly through the air towards Charmander, cutting through the distance of about thirty metres in a few split moments.

"String Shot! Twineedle!" I shouted quickly.

Charmander's flames splashed into the ground of the battlefield a bit in front of me and splashed outwards, scorching the ground. Some almost spilled up near me, but Fearow beat his wings harshly from my side and cleared it away.

Before Charmander could react and cut off its attack, Beedrill spat out a large thread of sticky string that wrapped around the little fire types chest.

Charmander yelped, flames puttering to a stop as Beedrill tugged and dragged it through the air towards him.

Crimson red energy surged around Beedrill's lances, "Counter you idiot!" Cross shouted out the second Charmander was in range.

But it was in vain and too slow. The first crimson energy enhanced lanced stabbed into Charmander's stomach, and I winced as a squeal of pain left the little lizard.

It made my chest throb but I forced myself not to show any mercy as the second lance ploughed into the fire types chest after the second, its squeal getting louder. Then, Beedrill was a blur as he began to rapidly stab into Charmander over and over, dozens of times in the span of a few seconds.

He didn't let up for a whole ten seconds, and when he pulled back, the force of his blows no longer keeping Charmander in the air, the little fire type fell to the ground.

To my astonishment, it twitched and began to feebly push upwards trying to stand again. But, just as it rose up to its full height, its yellow coloured chest a mess of blood and purple bruising, possibly a little poisoning as well, its knees buckled out underneath it, and the little fire type tumbled forward, hitting the ground limply, eyes shut, unable to continue.

I bit my lip, forcing myself not to rush out and pick it up.

Instead, even as silence permeated the area with everyone totally quiet, I plastered a big giant and totally fake smirk on my face and directed it towards the ginger pick at the other end of the battlefield, "Well, how do you like that?" I taunted, "It's been what, thirty seconds, if that? Like I said, you're a scrub mate."

Cross stared at the downed Charmander wide eyed, before a snarl left his lips, "Useless as always!" he spat. Then, to my disbelief, he dropped Charmander's pokeball from his hand down onto the ground, then rose his leg up and brough his foot down hard. There was a crackle of electricity as the pokeball smashed to bits and Charmander's eyes blearily opened a bit as the fire type glowed blue for a brief second before it dimmed down, "I don't need a weakling like you!" the older teen spat.

Charmander feebly pushed itself up, and I had to force myself not to sprint over and smash my fist into this guys face as it stumbled over, despite the mess of injuries it had - which I was responsible for - and stumbled over to the boy slowly.

It hugged his leg, but Cross just spat and threw his leg back, tossing the pokemon off him, "Get off of me you piece of trash." the orange haired teen spat and made to walk away.

"Chaaar!" Charmander feebly called after him, attempting to push itself up.

It stopped though, and turned to look at me wide eyed from where I now stood behind it, as my pokeball gently touched the back of its head and slipped open. "Char?" it tilted its head to the side in disbelief, just before being turned into red energy and sucked inside the ball that quickly slammed shut and began wiggling in my palm.

..I honestly couldn't control myself. The second it was released from its pokeball, I grabbed an empty pokeball and made my way over, creeping my way over like the creep I really am sometimes. A wild Charmander up for grabs in front of me? Self control was practically erased from my dictionary at that point.

I turned to Cross and saw him looking at me wide eyed, "What the hell!?" he shouted, "Why the hell would you catch that weakling! You just said how much of a scrub I was because of it did you not you weirdo!?"

"I said you were a scrub, not your pokemon," I taunted him. Euphoria filled me as the pokeball pinged a moment later, signifying a successful capture, and then it glowed white and teleported away to the Viridian Pokemon Centre. A high filled me, better than any orgasm I've ever had. I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up out of my throat, "Thanks for the Charmander, you moron. Feel free to seethe in jealousy when I train it up into a badass Charizard." I taunted one last time before turning and walking away.

"Wait, where are you going!?" he shouted after me. "You'll never get anywhere with that stupid Charmander! It's a weakling! I've loaded it up with tons of TM's and it still sucks ass!"

I utterly ignored him. The only important thing about this guys entire existence was Charmander. Now that I have it, he may as well be a fly to me.

"Let's go." I said to Fearow and Beedrill, and the bird began to outright caw out in laugher at the stunned silence that surrounded us, and my actions.

"..Err...this mysterious trainer and his Beedrill are the winner..." the guy on the rock called out feebly.

Huh, oh yeah. I hadn't even given my name. Oh well.

I turned to the bug and poison type floating through the air beside me, "Great job," I praised him with a smile, "Our first real battle together and you completely dominated that fight, and you even got me the Charmander I've always wanted, you were magnificent."

Beedrill looked me in the eyes for a moment before his wings vibrated a bit harder and the bug pokemon nodded. Which was good enough for me. I'd learned Beedrill tended to buzz his wings like that when he was feeling something along the lines of happiness.

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The first thing I had to take care of before heading to the Pokemon Centre, was buy a certain pair of items. Well, not just them, with the capture of Charmander, I was officially out of pokeballs.

Finding where to get a prism scale wasn't hard at all, anyone on the street could tell me where to find one, and a nice old man walking his Zigzagoon was nice enough to point me in the direction of the local jewelers.

The bad news, was that, as people had warned me, they were pretty damn expensive. Just one cost me five thousand pokedollars. Pricey, even for damn jewelry. Apparently, according to the guy in the shop at least, it was because they were generally so damn rare outside of port towns or places with access to the ocean.

I felt jittery dropping so much money at once. I'd never spent that much on one thing before. Which made my trip to the local Pokemart all the more horrible.

The good news there, was that, they did have Water Stones. And of course they had pokeballs in stock. The horrifying problem was, that a single Water Stone costed ten thousand pokedollars. And the price of pokeballs, were going for average, no deals on, so they were at two hundred pokedollars a pop.

...I had forgotten that prices tended to vary here, not like the games. and that while trainers made a lot of money when winning, they also had to spend a lot of money to continue doing so.

I ended up dropping a full sixteen thousand all said and done when I had gotten a hold of everything I wanted. Five thousand for the prism scale, ten thousand for the water stone and another thousand for five pokeballs.

Instead of heading to the pokemon centre, I found myself trudging off into a local park, and collapsing onto a park bench heavily, a massive sigh heaving from my throat as I leaned forward, and stared down at the single item I had been clutching in a death grip since I left the shop behind.

It was a beautiful, deep cerulean blue rock, with glowing spheres that looked like bubbles within it. It was a beautiful natural wonder. "..Jesus christ man," I shook my head as I stared at it, "I can't believe I spent so damn much on a freaking rock."

I'd dropped from having over seventeen thousand, to only having a thousand, three hundred and fifty. It was well enough for me to get by on right now, especially with room and board at the pokemon centre being free. But fuck, I spent a god damn lot.

Or at least, I'd be as low as nearly a thousand if it weren't for the winnings I got off of Cross, nearly a total of three thousand. Mostly because, he was an older trainer, who had way more badges than me, so I got a decent bit out of beating him. So in total, I had four thousand, three hundred and seventeen pokedollars left over.

Thank fuck for that scrub.

I eyed the water stone in my hand thoughtfully.

Sighing, I leaned back against the bench for a moment, before grabbing one of the pokeballs from my belt and enlarging it. With a slight touch to the white button in the middle, it clicked open, and in a flash of silvery bright light, Poliwhirl appeared in front of me.

"Poli." the water type nodded at me, before crossing his arms and waiting for my command.

Ah, Poliwhirl was such a dutiful reliable guy. He made things easy on me.

I held up the stone in my hand, and felt a little thrill shoot through me when the normally calm water pokemon's black eyes widened minutely. "..Poli..?" he uncrossed his arms and held out his hands towards the water stone in my grasp almost reverently.

..Well, I suppose him wanting it makes dumping the money worth it at least. "Want it?" I asked him.

"Poli!" Poliwhirl nodded vigorously.

"Alright then, here you go mate." I reached out and dropped the stone into his gloved hands.

And immediately, his form erupted into a familiar glowing light.

'..So fucking awesome.' I cheered mentally as I watched his glowing form grow half again in height, while bulking out massively. I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing a pokemon evolve. It's just amazing to see, and the palpable power I can feel in the air, stinging against my skin made my heart race and my blood thrum in my veins.

Seconds later the light died down, to reveal Poliwhirl gone, and Poliwrath in his place.

"Wrath!" the now water and fighting type growled audibly, clenching his hands into fists as he was revealed to me, and I watched in awe as his biceps rippled with powerful, thick muscle.

The Water Stone was completely gone too, how odd, not that it matters now, because more importantly, "Damn mate, you're jacked as fuck," I laughed, "Feeling alright?"

Poliwrath looked me in the eye and nodded once, before raising his hand and flashing me a thumbs up, "Poliwrath!" he assured me he was doing good.

I held out my hand, "Put it there mate!" I said, and he happily clapped his palm into my own, and god his hands were massive, I mean I know I'm in a younger body right now, but one of his hands was like five times the size of mine.

I stayed at the park for a good hour or so, and brought out Chansey to check Poliwrath over and Beedrill so they could have a little brief spar to help him get used to his body.

He was a bit awkward at first, but got used to the changes and regained his balance quickly. Despite being a lot stockier now, his speed was massively improved and his strength was something else.

What was most surprising, to both me and Beedrill, was when mid-way through the battle, Poliwrath's pitch black eyes, bled with icy blue power and Beedrill found himself clutched in the grasp of psychic power and dragged from the sky.
Poliwrath had learned Psychic upon evolving, which was fucking beast as far as I were concerned.

And so, an hour later, I made my way to the Pokemon Centre to get my pokemon checked up quickly before I headed out to get my second gym badge.

The more I accomplished in a short time, the more impressive my profile as a league trainer would be. With a second badge, within three weeks of starting my journey, there was a real good chance Nurse Joy would be able to increase my carry limit.

She had already told me back in Pewter, that my profile had eyes on it with how quickly I was catching and training pokemon. The more impressive a trainer, the more funding their sponsors got, and the more leeway and permissions the sponsored trainer would get.

The automatic doors of the pokemon centre slid open as I reached them, and you entered into the large, futuristic and pristine health centre lobby.

There was quite a few people lounging around the couches and sitting area, talking, watching television or just in general sitting with their pokemon.

I made my way up to the main desk and stopped midway when I saw someone at the desk already. Or rather, bent over it, arms placed on the counter.

It was an older girl, decently tall by the looks of it, though my eyes settled on a different feature to her. Mainly, her big ol round ass.

Like seriously, you could bounce a coin off of that and hit the damn roof. Clad in nothing but a pair of denim short shorts, just like Misty had been, this girls arse was left in clear view.

Like shit man, that was an ass on level with the cheeks that stretched out Jessie's tiny little white skirt back in Viridian City. A few times, I'd actually regretted having taken her, James and Meowth out. Having them follow Ash would be annoying enough, or god forbid me, but Jessie was fucking stacked as all hell. No joke, I'd have hit that like the fist of an angry god, so even if I knew objectively, saving myself from the future annoyance of the three was of the good, my dick still regretted it.

Jessie was just that fuckable. She broke the ten out of ten on the boner scale. And if this chicks pawg ass is anything to go by, so does she.

Shaking my head, I continued on my way to the counter. The Nurse Joy sitting at the desk looked up at smiled at me over it as I grabbed one of the trays with six pokeball slots on it stacked to the side and started putting mine in it. "Hi, welcome to the Cerulean City Pokemon Centre," the pink haired beauty chirped, "Here for a check up?" she asked, eyeing the tray.

"Yeah, I just want them to be in good condition for later when I see about getting a gym battle at the Cerulean Gym." I replied, smiling back at her.

"Okay then, if you want to take a seat, it should take just a little while." Nurse Joy told me, before calling a Chansey over and having the pink healer pokemon take the tray with my pokeballs off behind closed doors.

Nurse Joy turned back to her computer after that, and I was about to go find a seat and play a bit on my phone, when a voice to my left spoke up, "Hey, you're that kid from earlier, that beat that annoying Cross guy and made off with his Charmander."

"It's my Charmander now." I automatically corrected them, turning to face them. My eyes widened lightly when I caught sight of who it was. I already knew it was the girl who's ass I was eye-fucking a minute ago, but I hadn't seen her face. Now I had.

Pretty, with fluffy deep brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail, with a white and pink cap over her head. A white tank top stretched sinfully across large, round breasts, full hips squeezed tightly into those booty shorts, thick creamy thighs and a pair of black and pink boots going halfway up her dianty legs.

Fucking hell, it's fucking Hilda...or White.

"What's wrong?" she raised an eyebrow at my reaction.

"Nothing," I forced myself to act natural and smirked at her, "And yeah, that's me, you were watching then?"

"Yeah, that little turd of an asshole beat me in a battle earlier, and he got on my nerves real bad when he kept gloating about it," the beautiful girl replied, "You beating him so easily and making off with that Charmander made my day, it was so satisfying seeing him stomping about in a little tantrum after you called him a scrub and walked off."

"He was a scrub," I shrugged back at her, my smirk stretching bigger, "And once he let Charmander go, he wasn't worth my time paying attention to." hell, that was all he was worth in the canon movie as well, being the plot point that got Ash his charmander, after that, his existence was useless.

A small smile played across her face at my words, "You've got an interesting attitude..I wonder where all that confidence comes from?" she mused.

That was easy. Security. My confidence stems from my meta knowledge that hasn't led me wrong yet. No doubt some of it will be useless, but, establishing a base safety net for myself, I've already confirmed that was well within possibility. Though, I suppose how strong I am personally right now helps as well.

I'm already far stronger right now, than I was in my adult body before I ended up here. Anime physics and dragon ball z training, I have no idea how it works, just that it does. Chansey really is a god send, I should do something nice for her, she's not the strongest of my pokemon, but she's the real ace.

"Experience." I settled on replying.

She chuckled, "Experience?" she raised a doubtful eyebrow at me, "I was expecting training from some high class trainer from a young age or something, or you being a prodigy. Experience, with how young you are, that's the last answer I was expecting."

Honestly, as hot as she is, this is a really odd conversation, and something really odd to fixate on.

"Why so curious?" I asked in interest.

"You don't see a lot of kids your age already as licensed trainers, never mind ones able to beat someone like that Cross guy, asshole or not, he's a strong and skilled trainer," she replied. She reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a small white card, handing it to me, "I'm always on the lookout for interesting talent, and you stand out quite a bit.

'Hilda White - White Studios' - The card read. Huh, it was a buisness card, and for a television studio.

So, was she something like her manga counterpart then? It still didn't explain why she was in Kanto though.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "If you wanted to exchange numbers, all you had to do was ask." I said.

Hilda laughed, "And there's that confidence again," she reached over to poke my cheek teasingly and wiggled her eyebrows at me, "You wouldn't expect a kid your age to hit on an older girl so easily, even if they did work up the courage, they'd most likely stammer and stutter in embarrassment all the way through it."

Most kids my current physical age are just realising why they like girls, and are virgins. Not all of them, but most of them.

"So what, you trying to recruit me miss producer?" I asked, not bothered by the teasing.

Hilda pouted a bit when I didn't react, she was no doubt trying to see if I'd get abashed at being teased like a little kid, but that was all part of the chase for going after older women, "Not exactly, but not wrong either I guess," she shrugged, and it did delightful things to her chest, "I just started my own side of things, I've been an actress since I was a child, and I want to direct my own movie. Right now, i'm just travelling and looking for inspiration."

"And I inspired you?" I asked again.

Hilda lifted her hand and waved it from side to side, as if to say 'so-so', "Kinda. Watching you beat Cross gave me a bit of an idea for a series of a main character and a rival," she admitted, "But there's also the fact Cross has a bunch of badges himself and is a shoe in to get into the Indigo League, the fact you beat him so easily, tells me you'll most likely get there as well. Kid prodigies like you always get a lot of attention, so I figured getting to know you in advance will probably give me the chance to cover your story when the time comes."

My second eyebrow joined the first as I stared at her. Hilda sighed, rubbing the back of her head, "Come on, it's not like your eyes weren't glued to my ass a few minutes ago kid," she used as an excuse for her own plans of using me, "You just stopped half way over when you got a look at me from behind, I saw you in the corner of my eye."

"Fair enough." I huffed out a chuckle and shook my head in amusement. It's not like we're friends or anything, we just met, so what if her first thought was what she could get out of using me? My first thought on seeing her was along the lines of how much I'd enjoy bending her over.

She smirked at my answer before cocking her head towards an empty couch off in the corner of the lobby, "We've got a bit of time until our pokemon will be ready to go," Hilda said, "Feel like talking to me a bit more?"

I shrugged, "Sure, lead the way." I said, waving towards the couch.

"Not even gonna hide it are you?" she huffed with a roll of her eyes, but I could tell she was amused.

"No point if you already know." I smirked back.

She grabbed my arm and pulled me along behind her, "Come on you little flirt."