<sigh> I had hopes, but...
Ah well. Might as well C&C this beast.
There doesn't seem to be many alternate universe pokemon stories
floating
around (one of my fave kinds of fics) so here's one from me ... and
yeah
I'm using the cliched gender bending thing. But heck I can never
get
tired of these types of stories ^_^;;
Frankly, gender-reversal fanfics get a bit tiresome after a while. I
mean, seriously, people. You switch the genders of all the major
players, and you think you have a groovy keen fanfic idea. I'm sorry
to break it to you--you don't. Genderbender fics went out of style
three years ago.
On the screen showed the ghost pokemon, Gengar, displaying its
skills
against the poison pokemon, Nidorino and the rock pokemon, Onix.
The girl
sighed in fancy as she dreamed about becoming a great trainer
herself one
day. She went to twist her Pokemon League cap backward on her head,
then squealed in pain as she almost ripped her hair out of from the
back
of her scalp.
Okay, I have to admit, that was a cute bit.
Ashly frowned. "Humph! I don't want to be a lady! I want to be a
Pokemon
Master!" she hotly declared, taking her cap off her head and
flipping
her long, black bangs out of her light brown eyes. "And now that
I'm ten,
tomorrow I can finally get my Pokemon License and start my
journey." She
clasped her hands together under her chin with her eyes going all
shiny.
"And tomorrow ..." she squealed in a happy tone. "I can finally get
my
very first ... Pokemon!" She squealed again and began jumping
around the
room like a maniac, her hair flapping up and down wildly.
Ashly Ketchum and Sana Kurata, separated at birth? On the next
Springer...
"I will, I will," Ashly promised as she stopped flitting around the
room
and glued her eyes to the television set. On the screen was
Professoress
*choke*
PROFESSORESS!?
I hate to break it to you, but female professors are called
professors, the same as male professors. There's no such word as
'professoress'.
Oak, Pallet Town's foremost authority on pokemon. She was lecturing
out
By the way, Pokemon *is* a proper noun. You should ALWAYS capitalize
it.
"Good evening, Pokemon students!" Professoress Oak said.
"Tomorrow's the
big day! However I have bad news." Ashly frowned at that. "I was
unable
to secure the three standard beginning trainer types. Instead there
was
only several types of these three pokemon." She pointed to a
micro-sized
creature that looked like a radish with a face and feet. "Oddish."
Next,
she pointed to a doofy looking orange fish flapping around in a
too-small
aquarium. "And Magikarp." Then she pointed to a midget opera singer
look-alike, with long white hair, and big red ugly lips in a
shadowed
face. "However I was unable to secure a fire type as there was only
Jynx
available." Professoress Oak smiled. "But I'm sure one of these
three
pokemon will suffice! Good night! I hope to see you all at the
centre
tomorrow!"
And here we have the first truly original angle in this
fic...different starting Pokemon. And what a motley crew, oy vey...
AlTHOUGH...if you think about it, Oddish is not exactly the most
useless Pokemon. Takes it a while to be able to do anything
especially cool, but if you play it right, you can kick some serious
ass with Oddish...
In fact, she even noticed some sort of squad of boys waving pink
pom-poms
around.
Boys. Waving pink pompoms. Uh-huh. Sorry, but it'd take enough cable
to hold up three Golden Gates to suspend that disbelief.
"Garina, Garina! She's our girl!" they called out with looks of
adulation
on their faces. "If she can't do it, no one ... *quick, what rhymes
with
girl? Sirl, lirl, dirl, curl? That'll have to do* If she can't do
it, no
one curl!" they continued. "Go, go, Garina!"
*whonk*
Oh, come ON. You can surely do better than this. Use some
imagination, for cryin' out loud. Did it cross your mind that instead
of trying to make the name 'Gary' female, you could use a rhyming,
genuine female name, and actually make it funnier?
Try 'Carrie' here. Carrie Oak. Think about it.
Ashly narrowed her light brown eyes. Then she noticed Garina's
cheer-leading boys staring at her chest area. Ashly looked down and
saw
that her black tank-top was slightly strained, showing off her
curved
chest, bare slim waist and flaring hips to full effect. She smirked
as
she looked back at Garina. "I may be a tomboy," she said acidly.
"But I
certainly have more 'talent' then you do!" she finished, waving
down her
figure with a hand.
Heh. Okay, genuinely funny bit number 2 for this fic.
Ashly watched them off as she straightened her clothes out and
dusted the
more dirtier parts off her jeans. "I'll show you!" she declared
hotly.
'more dirtier' is horrible grammar. You should have learned this in
grade school.
"The early bird gets the worm," Professoress Oak said. "Or in this
case,
the pokemon."
<sigh> Forgive me, but this is another problem I have with this type
of fic. Is it really that difficult to come up with original
dialogue? There are times when it's necessary to requote word for
word certain dialogue from the original version. This is not one of
them.
There was a sudden bright flash of light as it opened and when the
light
finally dissipated, a small yellow mouse-like pokemon with pointed
ears,
red spotted cheeks and stripes on its back, appeared. "Pikachu!" it
said
in a highly cute voice, jagged yellow tail twitching behind it as
it
stood on its small hind legs. It looked at her with adorable
looking,
shiny black eyes.
<raises an eyebrow> Well, well...I somehow expected this to be
different, too...
But the Pikachu suddenly squealed and jumped off the table to hug
Ashly
by the neck. "Pika, pika!"
"That's weird," the woman professor said with a confused look on
her
face. "It was supposed to shock you."
Ah. A bit different, then...
However Ashly had her face screwed up in fear as the Pikachu hugged
her
neck. Her light brown eyes were wide open and her pert mouth was
squashed
to the side in a grimace. "Its shocking me now!" she screamed.
"It's a
mouse! A big overgrown yellow mouse!" She began to shiver. "I'm
scared of
mice!
"Pika?"
Oops.
"You're afraid of mice?" Professoress Oak said with a slight smile.
"Okay, I'll take it off." She grabbed the Pikachu and went to set
it down
by the table again, but before she could do that, the Pikachu
glowed
yellow as its red cheeks sparked.
"Pika!"
Electricity exploded out from its body and electrocuted the woman
professor silly.
Heh.
"J-Just set it away!" Ashly said in a frightened voice as she
scooted
backwards to the far corner of the lab, as far away from the
Pikachu as
she could get. The Pikachu looked sadly at her, eyes moistening.
Awwwwwww....poor Pikachu.... ;_;
"Of course I want it! It's still a pokemon!" Ashly bit her nails in
fear.
"E-Even if it is a mouse ... I have to have a pokemon!"
One must wonder how she's going to overcome this..
Well, actually, one could care less, but that does seem to be the
driving purpose of this fic at the present, so...
"Poke ball, go!" she then shouted, throwing the ball at the Pidgey
as
hard as she could. The poke ball smacked into the back of the
Pidgey's
head with a loud crack and knocked the Pidgey unconscious.
"Oh, no!" Ashly said as she ran forward and crouched by its side.
"Was it
supposed to do that? I hope I didn't kill it!" She picked up the
ball
that she threw. "Woops," she said sheepishly turning her hat back
the
right way and pulling her ponytail through the holeagain. "I forgot
to
activate it!"
*thunk*
I didn't think it was possible, but it is. She's even dumber than
Ash.
This time, the ball opened up over the Pidgey and it was sucked up
in a
flash of red light. Then the ball closed with a snap and fell to
the
ground. Ashly and Pikachu watched the ball wiggle around for a few
seconds. Then it suddenly stopped and the red light on the ball lit
up
indicating that it had successfully caught the bird.
Well, that certainly went better than Ash's first capture. Of course,
that's entirely Pikachu's doing... ^_^
"Argh!" she screamed. She dropped it and began to run.
Unfortunately a
tree stood in her path and she smashed into it, shaking the tree
violently, as she fell on her back side.
A flock of angry birds then flapped out of its branches. They began
flying around looking for whoever disturbed them. Their eyes
fixated on
Ashly lying at the foot of the trunk.
Whoops.
"Oh no!" she called out, diving to the ground as one of the Pidgeys
attacked.
Spearows...
There was a splash sound as whatever he had caught broke the
surface and
he swung his catch over his head, and flipping it off the hook. He
opened
his eyes and turned around.
"It's a girl!" the boy exclaimed.
Things you don't expect to catch in the river...
Instead of a water pokemon which he expected to find, it was a
young girl
Sitting there, with black hair in a ponytail and a red and white
cap
Avoid capitalizing random words in the middle of a sentence.
The girl had run over to his motorcycle that he had left against a
tree.
Heh, he thought. She wouldn't be able to start it without the key.
He
felt around for it in his pocket. But it wasn't there. He must have
left
it on his bike. He looked up to see that the girl had placed her
pokemon
in the side bags where he kept his stuff and was now sitting on the
seat
and fiddling around with something that sounded jingly. His keys.
"I'll give it back some day!" the girl said as she began to turn
the key
and start his bike.
Stealing a motorcycle? Oy vey. o.o
The bike started with a roar, and the girl began to rev the engine.
Smoke
drifted out of the exhaust pipes. "Plenty!" she said, sticking her
tongue
out at him. Then she flipped her wet ponytail back over her
shoulder with
a toss of her head. "Hang on, Pikachu!" The back wheel of the bike
skidded in the dirt before she took off with a blast of the engine.
Misto watched the girl ride off on his motorbike until she was no
longer
visible.
*chock*
MISTO!? UGH! Dude, what is with you? At least *try* to use your brain
when you do these names. You coulda called him Cloud, fer pity's
sake. Or Dew, or Rain. Or *something* along those lines...
She hoped that the boy was right and there really was a medical
centre
this way. That boy ... she felt a bit bad about taking his bike,
but this
I should hope so. Stealing a bicycle is one thing. Stealing a
motorcycle is usually closer to a felony.
"Now, hang on!" She swerved and drove the bike off the ledge and
directly
at a tree below. They were air-borne and the Spearows crowed as
they
followed like a cloud, biting at her back. Then at the last second
before
the bike would hit the tree, Ashly jumped off to the side. As she
lifted
her arms and legs around to protect Pikachu as she landed in a
ball,
rolling away, the bike exploded burning more than a few of the
Spearow.
They flapped away frightened and in agony.
Ouch. That's gonna be expensive to replace...
Ashly looked down at it and smiled lopsidely. "So I got used to
you. I
guess you don't look that much like a mouse anyway. And you are
quite a
useful little guy to have around." Then she looked up and
straightened
her hat on her head and blew a strand of her bangs from her eye.
"Besides
.. if I want to be a Pokemon Master ... I can't be afraid of
anything!"
She laughed triumphantly. "Hah hah hah ha!"
Pikachu licked her on the chin.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
<snicker>
So what do you think? Anyone want me to continue this on the side?
Maybe if you put it through some extensive revisions, mostly in the
area of doing better work on the names...
And yes, I know the term "Professoress" doesn't exist. But it was
the
only thing that I could think of to give it a more feminine sound.
And again, all you succeeded in doing is sounding retarded. Lose it.
One last thing, thanx to Funkiechick from the Ash & Misty couples
board
for the suggestion of "Misto's" name ^_^;;
<shudder> Lose *that*, too. >_<
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-The Eternal Lost Lurker
(the 666th Pokemon)
"Chikushou...omae wa...bakemono...."
"Bakemono? Che....ore wa akuma da,"
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