Pokemon: Gotta Sex 'em all! Kanto Edition
From Create Your Own Story
This is the Introduction and set up of the game.
Your name is brown. You are a rather-- well unfortunate 16 year old who has found himself the laughing stock of your hometown of Pallet town. So why are you the laughing stock? You are the pervert of new beginnings, the oddball no girl wants to fuck. You are a cancer of sorts on a town where every move you make is noticed and known by all. So what does someone like you do? You get the hell out of dodge.
You have heard of a great trainer named Ash who grew up here. Yeah, you knew the guy. Two years older, two years start on his journey. A prick you remember, a douche bag player who got all the fine bitches of this small, boring community. You don't think there is a girl he didn't touch and, well, you sneaked a peek of his exploits being the peeping Tom you are and there isn't a female here not stamped with his mark. Not even that fine ass mother of his.
But enough about that dick. This story is about you. Brown, the unsung hero of the next batch of kids running off to pursue their dreams. Your dream may be different but the goal may be ultimately be the same. Fame, fortune and a chance to explore beyond the cushy coven here in the middle of nowhere. The best way to do this is to become a Pokemon trainer. Not your most ideal choice but one you hope to grow into. That is why kids leave this town and will be for you too. At least that is the half of it. You also want to get massive tail, head and other sexy, kinky experiences to remember. You want to make your mark on the women of Kanto and Pallet Town is just the beginning.
So here you are outside Professor Oaks lab, hidden in the back of a crowd of kids your age keeping your distance. Oak comes to the door and asks everyone to line up. So you do so-- at the back of the line. An hour passes, many people, most from Pallet town, others from neighboring cities, leave with their new gain Pokemon excited and wide eyed. You finally reach the door and enter the lab. The last guy in front if you trudges off, a bit more somber to the rest. You approach the Professor who doesn't notice you, lost in a wooden chart pressed near his face.
You give a slight cough to hopefully gain his attention but it falls on deaf ears. Again, louder. Nothing. Finally you just knock a beaker off the table and falls to the ground breaking into many pieces. Oak spins around and his eyes turn into slits. "Oh. It's you Brown." He doesn't seem to happy to see you. "Fuck off will ya."
Oak spins around and walks to his desk where he takes a seat. You stand akwardly not moving. Oak ignores you for a few minutes but eventually, irritated speaks up. "What?"
"I-- I've come for a Pokemon."
His eyebrows perked up, "You? A Pokemon? You can't be serious."
You are very much serious, "Yes. I am."
You continue to stand there being an unwanted decoration in the lab. But the Professor can sense your unsual determination to get what you want so he lets out a sigh and slumps in his seat. "Fine, but I don't really have much to choose from."
"What do you got?"
"This," He reaches into the drawer lined underneath the desk. He tosses the ball towards you, you barely catching it as it nearly slips from your fingers. You hold the ball up to your eyes and see a label printed on it. It reads Spanky.
"Spanky?" You asked curiously.
"Yes he is a Mankey. Mankies generally are aggressive, rather obnoxious Pokemon but quite frankly this one takes the cake." He looks back down at his work scattered on the desk, "You seem a perfect match."
You discard the insult. "Thanks."
He just waved it off, "Don't thank me, you really shouldn't. Now get lost kid. Ashes fine ass mom is coming over to visit. Gonna spelunk her cave if ya know what I mean."
You take that as your key and walk out the door.
