A Brand New Day

Unsurprisingly after your exhausting, harrowing day traveling through Viridian Forest, and going from an anal virgin to someone who’s had 12 different men fuck your butthole, and having to crawl the rest of the way to town, you slept like a log.

Belle was similarly drained, and so it’s no surprise that you don’t wake up until it’s nearly midday.

When you do awake, you find yourself feeling pleasantly rejuvenated. Your asshole is still throbbing from the insane amount of action it was put through yesterday, but apart from that, you’re in one piece.

“What are we doing today?” Belle asks, apparently assigning you as the leader of your new partnership.

“Well, we’re in Pewter City.” You reply thoughtfully. “I might have had a sheltered upbringing, but even I know that this city is considered the first port of call for wanna Pokemon Masters because Brock, the Gym Leader, has a reputation for being the easiest to beat.”

“You want to try your luck with Brock already?!” Belle sounds shocked. “Don’t you only have two Pokemon?! How are you going to beat a Gym Leader’s full roster of six?!”

“I’m not saying I want to beat him today, Belle, I’m saying I guess we stay in Pewter until we train up, catch more Pokemon, and get ready.”

“Oh. That makes more sense.”

“So, today, we get some food, and then we check out route 3, and see what wild Pokemon we can find.”

“Straight back to the routes?! Even after our experiences in Viridian Forest yesterday?” Belle squeaks timidly. “I don’t think I can suffer through that again.”

“We were unlucky to be treated so awfully.” You say, sounding more confident than you feel. “We might lose, and get fucked a bit, but if we stay close to the city, there’s a limit to how bad it can get before we’re back to safety.” Probably. You think to yourself.

Belle sniffs. “You’re right. And there’s no better way to train other than real life Pokemon battles, after all. Plus… As much as the idea of getting gangbanged like I did yesterday fills me with dread… I still don’t feel like I have any ‘battle scars’.”

“Me neither.” You say pensively. “It must be the S-Wave thing. I’m sure that normal people would be so traumatized by what happened yesterday that they would just give up and never go outside the city again. But I genuinely feel pretty fine. Other than a sore asshole.”

“Oh. Speaking of which. I guess we should use our Gut Grimers again.” Belle points out.

“Ugh. Yeah, you’re right.”

The state-of-the-art sex toys leave a user’s butthole relaxed, lubricated and fully cleaned out for at least 8 hours. But to do that, you essentially have to have a dishwasher’s rinse cycle going on in your innards for a few minutes.

At least this time you don’t have to do it in front of an unsuspecting old man who’s trying to teach you how to catch Pokemon.

“I’m going to use the bathroom this time.” You chuckle nervously.

“Okay, sure, I’ll go after you.” Belle replies politely.

You two are close, but not close enough to do your anal cleansing rituals at the same time in the same room, if you can avoid it.

Over the next several minutes, the Gut Grimers work their noisy, vibrating magic, leaving both your buttholes and the bathroom smelling like roses and lavender.

That wasn’t comfortable, but it sure beats undergoing painful anal sex later today.

And it’s the next bit that you’re really not looking forward to.

“You’re sure you want to wear these things all day? We could go to a clothes store first.” Belle points out.

I can’t wear anything less slutty thanks to Sabrina’s hypnosis. Is what you want to say. But the hypnosis won’t let you.

“Whatever we wear, we’re each going to have 5 used condoms dangling out of our clothes. At least with these Pokeslut outfits, our aesthetic is consistent.” You attempt to rationalize. Poorly.

But, Belle buys it. “You’re right. This way, it looks like it’s our choice. Which despite being horribly slutty, feels better than going around with everyone knowing that we’re being blackmailed into acting like sluts. I don’t like the idea of everyone knowing just how little agency we have over our own life decisions right now.”

I’m not sure I agree. You think to yourself. I’d rather people know that deep down, I’m not a slut.

But, saying that out loud would be counterproductive, so you don’t.

“Oh boy…” Belle says with a wobbly voice as she eyes at your exposed hips and tight cameltoe. “I’d already forgotten just how slutty these are.”

You’re looking at her with the same troubled expression, for the same reasons. Belle’s nipples are currently erect, too, and they are tenting through the impressively figure-hugging lycra like it’s a second skin. Every single contour of her body is fully visible.

And you must look the same.

And then, before your conscious mind even properly processes what you’re doing, the hypnotized subconscious part of your brain has already automatically started tucking Bo and Baz’s five used condoms into your stockings.

I hope I can keep it to just these five...

Gulping, you watch Belle mirror your body’s actions, adding the used condoms to her stockings.

You both look like total ‘Pokesluts’.