Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones
© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott
A Pokemon World Based Very Lemon Fanfiction
Official Notice: This is a non-canon, non-official work of purest fiction. It has nothing to do with the Official Pokemon Universe beyond being set within it nor has it been seen or approved by the Official Pokemon Copyright Holders. The writer has no contact with the Pokemon Universe in any shape, form or fashion. I can’t even name more than three Pokemon myself.
In order to make the plots within this ADULT work believable, certain theories were created that have nothing to do with the Official Pokemon Universe. These theories are the writers own creation and are made of whole cloth. They have nothing to do with the Official Pokemon Universe and cannot be used as Canon. They also remain copyrighted to the writer.
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The factual truth is, the writer hasn’t even seen a Pokemon Episode since his children lost interest in the series around mid-1999 c.e., though he did create Bondage Bunny on a lark.
Mr. David R. Dorrycott
Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones
© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott
A Pokemon World Based Very Lemon Fanfiction
Chapter One
The latest class of want-to-be Pokemon 101 Trainers filed back into their classroom after lunch, they were all looking forward to finishing this one day class and moving on. It was a Basic Class though, yet one required before anyone could be licensed to use a Pokeball. So far the instructor had covered all the basics, what a Pokeball was, how to care and maintain it, how to keep it charged, how to use it (with live examples) and how to care for and where to take an ill Pokemon. This next four hours was for pure theory, questions and, when the class was over at five PM, issuance of licences to everyone who had passed the test given before lunch.
One of the students though was highly unusual, at least the other students thought so. Not only was she an adult, she also wore the badge of a full Pokeball Technician. Discounting the one woman, the classes average age was fourteen and only their instructor knew why a Technician was attending his class. In order to handle an active Pokeball without an Instructor in presence, one had to have a license. So even the Technicians went through classes like his, and most often they aced his test just as this young woman had.
“All right class” Professor BeeBob announced, bringing silence into his room. “We will be spending the rest of the day answering questions, delving a bit into the theory of how Pokeball’s really work and over all wasting our time while your tests are graded. I am going to answer the two most common question’s now. First, does time pass for a captured Pokemon while held within a Pokeball. The answer to this is not really. Once defeated by you, they are reduced to data, just like the data on your Pokecom’s. Theory has proven that they neither experience anything, or are able to influence anything.”
He looked around his class, noting the looks many were giving him. “You wonder why then a Pokemon can sometimes escape from a Pokeball after capture, the answer to that is quite simple. Between the time a Pokeball closes and the creature within is reduced to data there is a finite amount of time when the creature is still aware. If you did not fully defeat the Pokemon it can and will escape and Robert, seeing as you are trying to slide another note to Miss Richards, exactly how is a Pokemon defeated?”
“Um...” The teenager stood, feeling all eyes on him. He wasn’t stupid, he had just been caught out trying to ask the older woman on a date. Miss Richards was a very, very beautiful woman and almost every boy, along with a surprisingly large number of girls had been placing notes on her desk. “The actual battle is not a physical one Sir, it is a battle of wills. My will has to be stronger than the Pokemon’s or I cannot defeat it. The Pokeball allows our minds to meet each other on a mental battlefield, it is why the most common Pokemon are easy to capture while the less common ones are very difficult. Impossible for beginners like myself. We require experience and more importantly confidence before stepping up to the stronger Pokemon.”
“Correct, almost word for word from the textbooks. You may sit down Robert” BeeBob announced. “Smarter than the average Squirtle I see. Which leads us into our second most common question. Why do Pokeball’s not work on humans? I will ask Miss Richards to answer that one, if she will.”
Sara Richards dusted yet another folded note from her desk, sliding away from the almost too small seat in a fluid move that made it seem as though she were boneless. Standing the redhead stared directly into the instructors eyes. “Actually there are several reasons Sir. The first is that in a battle of will you must completely defeat your opponent else the ball will reject it. Humans have an average equal will, so such a battle will almost always end in a draw. Still, there are those with weak wills and those with very strong wills. Even those who would accept life as a Pokeball inhabitant if they could. So why will the ball still refuse to capture a human?“
She looked around the class. “The answer is two-fold, one, there is a hard coded software that automatically rejects the human mind. Thus the occasional accident ends up not with a human trapped inside, but a deactivated ball laying on the ground. You already know how to reactivate it so that is not a problem. Reactivating the ball by pressing the reset button re-boots its computer, clearing the error. Accidents while several people are attempting to capture the same Pokemon are quite common after all. We have all either had a Pokeball bounce off us, land in front of us or done the same to others in practice, it is a learning curve for us.”
Sara returned her attention to the Instructor. “Second, there are a series of sensors built within the balls circuitry that, should the software guard fail or be deactivated it will fry the capture circuits upon detecting the human mind, even an unconscious one if it is in the capture stream. After all, even put into a deep sleep or coma our brains are still active, we are dreaming if nothing else. These sensors are built in such a way that even a Master Pokeball Technician cannot get to them without destroying the Pokeball itself. This software error does happen on rare occasions. Usually it is because the on-board computer has experienced a glitch from physical damage, over-charging or simple cosmic radiation, rarely from the users direct actions. I myself have seen one ball like this in my three years of training. A warning though, should you decide to manipulate your Pokeball’s program in order to capture that pretty girl or handsome boy, you will lose your licence immediately and forever.”
Finished with her explanation she sat down again
“Very good Miss Richards and a well thought-out explanation. Please see me in my office at the end of this class and thank you.” He turned his attention back to the rest of his class. “Now, questions?” A rather rotund boy of about fifteen raised his hand, though BeeBob could see that his eyes were still on Sara Richards. “Arthur, please.”
Hours later Pokeball Technician Sara Richards stepped into the elder instructors office. She noted hundreds of Pokeball’s lining the walls, yet every one was inactive, this alone told her that they were empty. “You wished to see me Doctor BeeBob” she asked.
“Yes Miss Richards I do” the aged old man answered. “I would like to have permission to use your explanation in my following classes if you would allow. You see it was well thought out and much better than ‘Pokeball’s are simply designed not to capture humans,’ which I fear is the common answer these days and about as useful as telling a three year old ‘Because I said so.’”
“Certainly sir, I have no problem with you doing so. Should I sign a paper allowing you to do so?” she asked.
“That should not be necessary, as you already know all conversations within an Instructors office are always recorded. Please, sit, I would like to speak with you a moment or two.”
Sara sat, wondering where this conversation was going. At least it was being recorded should she require such for legal reasons. “About what sir” the redhead asked.
“A rather personal question, one that you need not answer of course” BeeBob admitted. “Your family are world class Pokemon trainers and I am aware that your two siblings are well along the path to following their families glory. Yet you have chosen the path of a simple technician. It interests me.”
“Oh that?” Sara asked, instantly relieved. “Professor, you are not the first to ask that question nor will you be the last. Simply put I am tired of competing against my sister and brother. To clarify I really am interested in how a Pokeball works. Much more so that simply running around catching the little buggers then battling them against others of their kind. Not that I do not enjoy watching the battles as much as the next human, I simply am not the athletic type. So I am leaving that glory to Rick and Susan while hoping to discover something in this line of work that could be important. After all sir, as many hundreds of years that we have had the technology and as much theory as has been put into the field there is a great deal of information we simply do not have. For example the no time passage theory you mentioned, I don’t believe it myself. There is simply too much evidence that Pokemon have some sort of awareness while within the balls.”
She gave the older man a warm smile. “And I sir wish to have my name in the history books. For example, why can a Pokeball hold a full grown Wailord but not two or more Pika-chu’s. It is an interesting problem after all. Why would the pokeball not be able to split its memory, or create directories to hold two or more of the smaller type? There have been at least thirty theories since the arrival of Pokeball’s about this, along with eleven upgrades to the basic ball itself. Yet all theories have countered the other and the Type Eleven, though having two thousand times the storage capacity of a Type one still cannot do this. That sir is only one of the questions that turned me towards Technician rather than Trainer.”
BeeBob laughed, leaning back into his leather chair. “Ah! A thinker then. And here everyone has already decided that you simply are not as good as your siblings. Well I for one certainly look forward to reading your own theories on the subject. I must also admit that it has puzzled myself as well why the balls are so limited and I agree with you that evidence exists that contradicts accepted theory in several cases, such as time passage within the balls. So, is there anything I can do for you?”
Sara shook her head no, the act causing her shoulder length red hair to bob back and forth. “Not really sir unless you could get me assigned to some out of the way forgotten Pokeball station. I would be able to work on my theory without interruption then.” She grinned sheepishly. “Well, not as much interruption as I would have in the city, or more popular places.”
“I will tell you what Miss Richards” BeeBob responded. “I’ll see what I can do but only if you allow me to read your theory before it is published.” He noted her expression and waved a hand in the air. “Send it in first yes, I just wish to be ahead of the curve for once. I am so tired of my colleges who have more free time that I telling me what the newest theory is. I’d like to turn the tables on them just once.”
“All right then I agree.” Sara stood. “Now sir, if I want to catch the bus back to Vermilion City I had best hurry and thank you for an informative and delightful class.”
“Nothing more Miss Richards” BeeBob admitted, hating to see the pretty woman leave so soon but knowing he had no real reason to hold her. “I look forward to reading your work. Good day.”
“Good day sir.” Sara turned and left, adding just a bit of wiggle to her hips as she passed through the door. She would have to hurry to catch the bus or endure another two hours at the institute waiting for the next one. As she hurried she fought to keep from screaming, she had her card so she could work outside the laboratories now. No more instructors looking over her shoulder, no more roommate who snored like a cow, no more first year students barraging her with the same questions over and over. With any real luck her request for a remote posting would be granted then she could finally get her thoughts together. Besides, she had lived in a small town before and loved it. Abruptly there was the bus, only a few hundred yards away when she arrived at its last stop. With a smile in her heart and lifted spirits the redhead seemed to radiate happiness as the bus made its way back to Vermilion City.