A bonus performance

(This is a smut chapter.)

Making a note to reward it later, you return Oddish to its pokeball and walk over to Misty to receive your first gym badge. “This is the Cascade Badge. I used to have to give a speech on what it does, but all of that’s online now so you can just look it up. One more time everyone, let’s hear it for Emilia!”

The crowd cheers and hollers on cue, and as the last of your adrenaline fades, you’re reminded of the sheer quantity of people here and begin to tremble. You can’t back down now though. There’s still one more thing you need to do.

“You’re free to stay and enjoy the show Emilia, or you can take the elevator over there if you’re a bit ti-”

“Strip,” you say flatly. Misty stares at you blankly, silence falling over the entire rooftop. “I won and you have to do what I say, it’s the rules. Now strip.”

Misty clears her throat. “W-Well everyone, Emilia is well aware that she’s entitled to more of a reward than just the gym badge, shrewd trainer that she is. That’s why I’m happy to present her with the TM03! This nifty little thing lets your pokemon learn-”

“I don’t want your TM. Strip. Out. Of. Your. Clothes.”

Misty pulls the mic away before saying, “C’mon roo- Emilia, look at how many people are here! I can’t do that! If it has to be something pervy, can’t we work something out in private?”

“YOU DROPPED ME INTO A PIT OF TENTACLES, BROUGHT ME UP HERE TO BATTLE IN FRONT OF ALL THESE PEOPLE WITH NO WARNING AND I’M PRETTY DAMN SURE YOU WOULD HAVE DROPPED ME INTO THAT SAME PIT AGAIN IF I LOST NOW STRIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!” you shriek in fury.

Misty’s eyes are frozen wide as all the color drains out of her face. “Okay okay I’m sorry!” she says. That’s better. She hands the microphone off to a man next to her as she begins her strip show.

She starts by unbuckling her suspenders in the back, swinging them over her head and letting them hang freely in front of her. She looks back at you uncertainly, and you make a circle with one finger. She awkwardly spins around, her arms hanging at an angle like she’s imitating a tree. No longer supported by the suspenders, her skimpy shorts sag enough that you can see her crack peeking out. No panties. What a pervert.

She spins around and then stares back at you, awaiting further instruction. Geez, can’t this girl do anything herself? You wag one finger downwards and she grabs her shorts. “Wait,” you say. She stares back at you. “Slowly.”

She complies, taking her time pulling her shorts down until she finally gets past the substantial hump of her asscheeks, and that’s when the pictures start. Flashes of light come from all directions, with a good deal of the crowd holding phones or cameras. You imagine the more clever ones are recording an entire video. Good.

Misty reaches her feet, doubled over and presenting her ass to the entire crowd. She looks up at you from the ground for her next move, but a look of panic spreads across her face as she becomes aware of her audience’s actions. Heedless of her concerns, you motion for her to stand back up, then twirl your finger around again.

She again begins turning around with everything but her legs frozen in place, and as she returns to face you, you shake your head. You walk over to her, grab her hands and pull them next to each other, above her head. You motion for her to spin again, and she does. Better, but it’s not enough. You have her spin again, but when her back is to you, you place one hand on her shoulder and plant your other hand on her back, applying slight pressure. She squeaks at the sudden contact, but after a second she gets the idea and arches her back. You send her on one more spin, and this time she’s got it right. Her ass is on full display, the sun gleaming off of it perfectly. N-Not that you’re all that interested in it. You just want the crowd to see how nice her ass is. That’s all. You bite your bottom lip slightly.

You back off and wave your finger upwards, and her yellow shirt flies into the air before landing at your feet. It’s like you control her clothes with a single finger. It’s a good feeling. But more importantly, she’s not wearing a bra either!? Holy crap it looked like she had a push-up bra under there! Guess that’s a swimmer’s body for you, tits and ass that defy gravity. Also, it may just be the sun reflecting strangely, but you’re pretty sure you see a bead of moisture running down her thigh…

The spectators are absolutely abuzz with cheers, whistles, and a disorienting number of camera flashes as Misty stands completely naked and exposed. Her face is as red as a tomato as she shuffles her hands around, trying unsuccessfully to cover herself after having apparently run out of stoicism.

That look of pure embarrassment, the feeling of helplessness as she can’t hide herself from the entire crowd… that’s exactly what you were looking for. Mission accomplished. But… standing here with all this power, it just seems like a waste to let it end like this. You’re not really sure what’s come over you, but you open your mouth and voice another command. “Masturbate.”

Misty’s face is one of total dismay and incomprehension. You repeat your order for the girl who only seems to be good for taking orders, and after another few seconds, she crumples to the floor compliantly.

The crowd gasps as she gets started, rubbing herself lightly with one hand. You’re probably the only one close enough to hear, but she is already making the cutest noises and it forces your lips to curl into a smile. Even at this stage, she looks up at you to see what she should do next.

You sigh in mock exasperation, then scissor two fingers back and forth. She seems to gets the message, pushing her fingers inside and slowly exploring her depths. From this angle, you can already see fluids dripping out of her tunnel despite the look of uncertainty on her face. All of a sudden, her eyes go wide and she withdraws her fingers, clenching her teeth the whole time. You’re puzzled by her actions until she leans back and starts twitching, a river of love juices flowing out of her unattended pussy.

Aww, she accidentally came. Guess her edging attempt failed, that’s truly adorable. The audience seems to agree, bursting into an uproar as Misty cums for everyone’s viewing pleasure. You’re pretty sure you see a guilty grin flicker across her face, but it’s gone just as quickly.

After coming down from her premature orgasm, she looks at you pleadingly, her chest heaving slightly. You shake your head, and extend two fingers back and forth. She sighs, the corners of her mouth twitching upward slightly as she plunges her fingers back into her hole. The image is perfect except for one thing: Her shoulders are hiked all the way up to her ears! This girl is way too tense, so it’s time to take matters into your own hands. It’s definitely not because this girl is way too cute and you feel the need to get involved. This is for the sake of the performance, that’s all.

You sit down behind her, doubtful that she even noticed you move. You place your hands on her shoulders and she jumps like a frightened cat, but she settles down as you softly ‘shhh’ in her ear. You gently massage her shoulders, and the tension gradually fades away, her posture returning to somewhat normal.

“Everyone’s looking at you, you know,” you whisper in her ear.

“I know,” she breathes in response, seeming to relax a little more.

“You can’t hide anything from them. They’ll see everything,” you continue.

“I know,” she breathes, increasing the intensity of her fingering.

“But that’s okay,” you explain, reaching up to pull off the hair tie around her ponytail, “because there’s nothing to hide, right?” It’s as if a switch is clicked in Misty’s brain, and as her hair hangs freely around her neck, her fingers go into overdrive.

“Yes! There’s nothing to hide! I… I’m gonna cum everyone! Please everyone, watch me cum! Don’t let me hide anything!”

The crowd roars as Misty explodes, shaking uncontrollably and gushing all over the floor, leaving nobody to wonder what she had just experienced. Her full weight leans back against you, having lost total control over everything but her hand, which refuses to stop fingering her own slit. Only from your position behind her can you hear the weak moan droning out of her mouth.

A smug smile sits triumphantly on your face as you gently run your hands up and down her sides. You occasionally reach forward to give her pert boobies a quick squeeze throughout her intense climax, getting some delicious squeaks out of her as you bite your bottom lip even harder than before. After a minute or so, Misty is down for the count, lying limp in your arms and snoozing contentedly.

You place the sleepy girl softly on the ground and rise to your feet, giving a bow to the audience. A few more camera flashes remind you of how much cleavage you just showed by bending over, and you scurry off to the elevator, face red as the replacement announcer tries to figure out how to proceed with the show.

Once down on the main floor of the gym, you look around to see that no one is here. Everyone would be up on the roof watching the show, obviously. You take one step out of the elevator and your legs give out, every single bit of nerve and determination having finally evaporated. You… You… WHAT DID YOU JUST DO IN FRONT OF A CROWD OF OVER A THOUSAND PEOPLE!?

It all feels so surreal. Who was that girl up there, bossing the other girl around and making her strip? Was that YOU? You can’t believe it. There’s no way. You can believe one thing, though. You earned the Cascade Badge! Just the first stepping stone on the road to Pokemon Master… You roll around and squeal before standing back up and returning to the Pokemon Center, body growing heavier with every step.

The sun is setting as you walk in and see Nurse Joy, no longer bogged down with customers as they’ve all probably made their way to the Cerulean Gym’s Annual whatever. “Good evening Emilia. How did your battle go?”

“I won,” you say, eyelids drooping with fatigue.

“That’s wonderful,” Nurse Joy replies. “You should get some rest. You’re paler than usual. I don’t want to have to nurse you back to health along with your pokemon.”

You hand off your pokeballs to Nurse Joy, go upstairs, and collapse into your bed, sleeping straight through to tomorrow morning.