Eden Fiction

Uh, heh. Hi.

This is my first time trying out anything like this, adult fanfic, pokegirl fic, sex, all of it. I hope you can provide me with constructive criticism and help me get better as a writer, and... I hope you come back for more! Yeah!

The first chapter is the introduction, technically, and is admittedly short. Chapter two isn't all that short, so please bear with me. Thanks.

Oh! The date under the title of the story is the date I started the chapter. I don't feel like taking it out, to be honest. It's formatted ddmmyy, for those who aren't familiar with it.

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Eden Fiction
040709

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One - Sea of Dumb

I always knew I'd never last a single fucking SECOND in the pokegirl world.

I read stories that people had posted on the internet. These were FICTION, of course, so I didn't really have to worry about it. No camping, no nasty-sounding MREs, no having sex with other women because they NEEDED it, no mistreatment because you were some super-human bio-weapon, none of the usual pokegirl haps and mishaps.

I sighed as I chucked my Palm Centro over my shoulder and stretched out on my room floor. It was stuff like that that made me glad I wasn't a Milktit. That would be cool, but having my neighbors tame me? UGH. I'd rather be put through a level five Taming Cycle than have that happen, I think. My neighbors were mean and rude.

Anyway, playing my Wii sounded like a good idea all of a sudden. I still had to beat Super Paper Mario because I'm busy and lazy and slow sometimes. I also use "and" a lot in my sentences. Kinda weird, huh? An author complaining about the way she writes--

For a few seconds I wondered, 'Why in the world isn't the TV coming on?' It seems that my stereotypically tiny teenage attention span made me forget to turn the damn thing on in the first place. 'Duh, idiot. Turn it on, maybe it'll work better.' I reached for the remote.

Even more random than my wanting to play my Wii or fireworks in the middle of the day on the fourth of July, I felt dizzy. Now, my mind first ran to, 'Okay, my period ended on Monday,' then to, 'Could this be caused by something else?' I sat up and closed my eyes, but the feeling I was spinning really fast hit me like a ton of bricks.

For the longest time in my life, I didn't really feel any after effects of spinning in a computer chair. Not this time.

The second the spin-y feeling disappeared, I leaned over and threw up. There went six dollars of Panda Express and five of Cold Stone. I had wanted that since my period ended, too...

"Hey! Some girls just appeared outta no where!!"

Since I was still gathering myself after the horrifying event of barfing (horrifying because I hadn't thrown up in a while), the usual snappy come back of "You're the one in my room, you stupid asshole!" wasn't even processed. Instead, I groaned, "Why do I feel like I've just been run through one of those dangerous spinning rides at an uncertified festival?" I didn't get a sure answer.

There were people around me, murmuring about me, from what I could hear. Little pieces of conversation floated toward me.

"Who is that?"

"Where'd she come from?"

"Is that skin color natural?"

I also heard several ping!ing noises. I couldn't help but wonder where the fuck I was right up until I heard some woman's voice say, "No information found. Scanned girl maybe not be in the pokedex or is pure-blooded. Contacting local authorities..."

I looked up as if someone told me my father died. The crowd gasped. My world spun for a second, and it took every fiber of my being to keep from hurling bile.

While more, louder murmurs took the crowd of ignorant, reassuringly stupid people, sirens blared in the distance.

'Finally, someone can clear this mess up...' I felt slightly relieved. And dizzy. I still felt dizzy.

Tires screeched to a halt and I thought I heard several car doors slam BEFORE the car(s, I didn't know how many there were) stopped. More women started to yell at the people around me, "Move, please! Give the person some space!!"

The dizzy feeling finally (FINALLY!!) left me. I looked up to see a light-blue haired woman pushing her way through the Sea of Dumb (affectionately dubbed) to me. When she saw me, she smiled slightly and sped up.

"Are you feeling okay?" I couldn't help but noticed that her voice was a nice Soprano. Now, being one myself (a Soprano), I wondered which one of us could hit a higher note. No one could match Tina Marie or Mariah Carey--

"Not really. Where am I?" I checked her name tag. It read "Justice." 'Huh, that's kinda ghetto.'

"You're in the city of Glasgow. Sound familiar? To be honest, you fell out of the sky. Are you hurt?"

'Glasgow, Glasgow... Where in the name of Magnezones did I hear that name before?' I used my left hand to rub my upper right arm. Now, that she mentioned it, my arm did feel kinda sore... "Uh, my arm kinda hurts. I threw up, too..."

The nice lady gasped before grabbing me by the same arm that hurt ("Ow!") and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the Center. Our NurseJoy will heal you all up!"

'GLASGOW!!' Again, I was hit like a ton of bricks, or a kick to the nuts (not that I would know, being a girl), or-or! OR LIKE A WEEK WITHOUT ROOT BEER, UGH. "Excuse me?"

Justice looked back at me, "Yes?"

"Are we in the Blue League, by any chance?"

I got a grin in response. "Ah! So you know where you are?"

Left hand, meet face. Face, left hand. 'I don't fucking believe this... Whenever I get my hands on whoever brought me here, there will be HELL to pay.'