Catch a second Pokémon.

As you enter the forest proper, a small, yellow mouse-like Pokémon bounds across your path. As if it's distinctive coloring didn't already draw you eye, the way it used electric discharge to blast attacking insects out of it's way certainly did.

Consulting your Pokédex, you see it's a Pikachu. Hmm, you muse, it might make a good addition to your team. The electric blasts would certainly be enough to wipe out that Spearow Blue had been showing off when you returned to Professor Oak's lab.

You do your best to follow the sprightly Pikachu, but it gets away from you. You also realise a miniskirt isn't the best choice of clothing for traversing a dense, wet forest. After a few minutes, you've got a cut or two on your legs, and a Caterpie was able to blast you with a wad of what you can only hope is string, before Bulbasaur checked him.

To your immense relief, you soon come out on a forest clearing. The Pikachu's got away for now, but there is something else of note: A Bug Catcher.

The short kid actually gulps when he sees you. You inwardly titter. Presumably, spending all your free time hunting for insects doesn't leave a whole lot of time for talking to girls.

"Hi." You say, with a half-hearted wave.

"Uh, hi." The bug catcher says, staring intently at his shoes.

"I'm Red." You announce. "I'm a Trainer."

"I'm Rick." The kid says. "Are you a Bug Catcher too?" He asks, getting a little too excited.

"Uh... no." You say bluntly. A bunch of slimy insects weren't exactly your idea of company. "But I am trying to catch a Pokémon."

"Really?" Rick asks.

"Really. Maybe you saw that Pikachu run past?" You respond.

"I did. But it's not a bug, so I didn't pay so much attention." Rick says flatly.

"You seem pretty interested in me, and I'm not a bug." You joke. Rick actually blushes.

"J-just trying to be polite." The nerd stammers.

"Hey, maybe you could help me get back on it's trail?" You ask.

"I do know where the Pikachu tend to rest. The bugs stay away from that part of the forest because the static-" Rick begins talking animatedly, launching into a lecture.

"That's okay, my Pokédex probably has info like that." You smile, giving the device a little shake.

"Oh, okay. But I don't know if I have time to help you, sorry. My mom expects me home in half and hour and I have some bughunting to do..."

You smile. You think you just might have a way to persuade him...

"If you help me, I'll let you touch my tits." You whisper, giving yourself a squeeze through your turquoise tanktop.

"Okay, let's go." Rick says simply, his mouth agape.

-

True to his word, the intrepid bugcatcher leads you to another clearing in the forest. A few Pikachu can be seen clearly milling about in a patch of tall grass. You're no tracker, but you think you can make out the little guy you met earlier.

"Alright." You whisper. "I'm gonna have Bulbasaur distract him, you capture him in one of these."

You press a pair of Pokéballs into his hands. The imagery clearly isn't lost on Rick.

With a practiced throw, you release Bulbasaur into the grass. On your command, he shoots out two vines, grabbing the Pikachu's arms and immobilising him.

"Now!" You cry out.

Stepping up, Rick hurls the first Pokéball at Pikachu. Thankfully, he's a better shot than he looks. Pikachu is lasered up into the red-topped Pokéball. After a few moments of struggling to free himself, the capturing process completes, and you've just scored your second Pokémon. Hopefully they'll all be this easy.

Scurrying forward, Rick gathers up the ball containing Pikachu and hands it to you, hands trembling and a tent in his shorts.

"Guess I'd better honor my side of the deal, huh stud?" You say, clipping Pikachu to your belt.

Rick squeaks something to the affirmative.

Casually lifting up your top, as well as the black bra beneath, you give Rick a well-earned look at your chest. The bugcatcher stares, transfixed, his eyes drinking in every detail.

"Go on, you can touch them. Don't be shy." You smile.

Rick slowly extends his hands, and before too long, he's palming, cupping and experimentally squeezing your breasts. You get the sneaking suspicion this might be his first time doing this.

Deciding to tease him a little, you throw your arms around Rick and pull him in tight for a hug. Given the young man's a little shorter than you, this shoves his face straight into your exposed tits. The bugcatcher yelps with delight. You feel his cock, practically bursting out of his shorts, against your thigh. Before you release him, the little pervert even sneaks a lick.

When he pulls back, Rick's face is beet red. You just know he's going to be jerking off to you every night for the next week.

Maybe you can help him with that?

"Since you handled my 'balls so well, how about I return the favour?" You ask in a slutty tone, deftly unbuttoning his shorts.

Maybe it's just in comparison to Blue, but you can't help but be disappointed by the less than massive size of Rick's dick. Unsurprisingly, he's rock hard. Chances are, he has been since the moment he first laid eyes on you.

Spitting into your hand, you slowly enclose it around Rick.

Biting his lip, the tortured little guy comes after only a few loving, wet pumps. With a defeated groan, the bugcatcher shoots his load, spurting directly onto the forest floor.

This seems like a pretty good spot to say farewell on. Pulling your tank top back down, you thank Rick again for his help, and forge on into the forest, wiping your hand on the back of your leg.

Rick stands alone for a few good moments before he even remembers to tuck away his dick.

With your team bolstered, you make for Pewter City, located on the other side of the twisting forest path.