Then it hit me.
I had caught a new Pokémon today.
I took out the Poké Ball from my belt and pressed the center button, and the ball expanded instantly in my hand until it was about the size of a large orange.
While with my other hand I pulled out the Pokédex…
You might be wondering why I had taken the Pokédex out… and whether this was the only Pokémon I had caught after all this time…
The answer simply was…
NO,
It wasn't the only one.
I had caught plenty over the past week. But every time one looked promising, it turned out to be male.
It's not that I hated males.
But my desires simply ran far too deep for anything other than female Pokémon. Strong, beautiful females… and by the end of the day, melt like eager little sluts under my cock.
Useless or weak ones would only slow my journey.
So I never caught the weak ones, and released the males without hesitation.
Though I always made sure to treat their injuries first, give them food and water, and send them off, after giving my special message…
After all, I still loved every Pokémon, male or female.
That much never changed.
And as for why I was aiming the Pokédex at the Poké Ball…
That story started before my journey ever began. When I was still a small child.
My parents had taken me to visit Professor Oak's lab. As our family had poured a lot of money into his research over the years, so the Professor easily made time for us.
Back then I had asked him a simple question. Can the Pokédex scan the gender of a Pokémon?
He had shaken his head at first.
"Not yet."
I was visibly disappointed.
Seeing that, he asked why it mattered.
I told him it would be incredibly useful for studying the strength differences between males and females in battle and training.
As a researcher, his eyes lit up with excitement. He agreed it was a brilliant idea and promised to add the feature.
Thanks to that conversation, he upgraded every Pokédex with the new gender scanner.
Now every trainer in the region could enjoy this feature.
…
I aimed the Pokédex at the Poké Ball.
The device beeped once, soft and familiar.
The screen flashed bright.
"Scyther," the Pokédex announced in its crisp mechanical voice. "Bug and Flying type. The Mantis Pokémon. Scyther is extremely fast and agile. It uses its sharp scythe-like arms to cut through prey and…"
Just as it continued speaking, I pressed the button on the left side.
"Gender: Female."
Female.
My breath caught.
A slow, filthy grin spread across my face.
I stared at the sleek red-and-white sphere, pulse already racing with dark excitement.
With a flick of my wrist, I tossed it forward. White-red light burst across the grass in a brilliant flash.
The energy swirled and took shape.
A tall, sleek figure materialized before me, blades glinting dangerously in the setting sun.
Scyther stood proud and deadly.
Though a few shallow scratches marked her sleek green exoskeleton, and faint burn marks darkened parts of her left side and one wing.
Nothing serious, but enough to show she had fought hard before being caught.
Her razor-sharp scythes still looked lethal, catching the light with deadly beauty.
Her wings folded tight against her back, and those fierce red eyes locked onto mine with wary intelligence.
Fuck… she was perfect.
My cock throbbed hard in my pants, thickening instantly at the sight of her.
I imagined pinning that fast, deadly beauty down, her sharp blades scraping the ground beside us while I fucked her senseless.
Training her until she trembled with raw power and dripping need, then rewarding her every night until she melted into my perfect, eager little slut.
She would grow stronger with me.
Much stronger.
And I would claim every tight, quivering inch of her along the way.
Scyther tilted her head, watching me closely, her scythes twitching with restrained power.
This one was going to be so much fun.