Continue through the forest.

You wake up in the morning. You find the campsite empty, John and Roger must have left before you woke up. You search through your bag for today’s outfit. In your rush to leave Viridian City you realize you hadn’t done a good job at picking outfits. Shifting through a mixed bag of old clothes or outfits that don’t match you finally settle on a pair of black yoga pants over a pair of pink panties, topped off with a sports bra and a large tank top that hangs loosely from your body leaving plenty of side boob through the arm holes.

You compress your tent back into its canister allowing it to fit in your bag. You take a final look at the fire pit from last night, you have Squirtle give it one final shower. You don’t want to be responsible for burning down the Viridian Forest. You reorient yourself with your compass, ensuring you continue towards Pewter City. Your journey continues with battling an onslaught of bugs. You find a grouping of mature berries, that you use throughout the day to keep your pokemon healthy, not wanting to be caught in a weakened state again like last night.

Eventually you come upon a small clearing in the forest, the sun beats down from above reminding you of the time. You decide to stop for lunch. While eating the last boxed meal your mom had sent, your phone starts to erupt in a slew of messages. You see a couple from your mom and decide to check those first.

“Hey you didn’t text me so I just wanted to check in on you. Hope you’re doing okay, Love Mom.” You smile knowing that your mom cares so much for you.

You quickly message back, “The signal is really bad here in Viridian Forest. Managed to find enough to get your message. Love you bunches. I should make it to Pewter tonight so I should be able to text you more then.”

The next text is from John. “You were still sleeping when we woke up. Didn’t want to wake you. I would love to keep in touch. Maybe we can meet up sometime. Also keep me updated on Tingle, I would love to see him evolved.” You think back to your passionate moment with John. You take a quick selfie with Tingle resting on your cleavage, sending it to John.

The rest of the texts appear to be from Blue. This can’t be good. Blue rarely texts you except to harass you but even that isn’t usually in such a high volume. Against your better judgement you open the conversation with Blue. You find yourself looking at an array of photos. The first photo is an angry redhead. You’re confused as to why Blue would send you this photo. But when you see the second photo, the realization strikes that these are victory pictures like the ones he took of you. You see her kneeling on the ground with her shirt nearly ripped in two exposing her perky C cup breasts. You go to put your phone away not wanting to see any more of Blue’s conquest, but you pause when you catch a glimpse of the next photo.

The redhead is standing with her wrists bound together and tied to a branch above her head keeping her fully upright. You can see her armpits, legs, and crotch covered in hair. Various pink spots cover her pale skin, knowing Blue he probably hit her, her face and stomach seemed to receive most of the ****. “This bitch thought all this hair would stop men from using her. Had to teach her a lesson.” The next photo showed her still tied up but this time with remarkably less hair and the remnants of shaving cream clinging here and there. You think back to your encounter with Blue, and his threat over your pubic hair.

The next photo shows the redhead back on her knees, but with most of the hair on her head gone as well. You gasp when you realize Blue shaved her head. Black streaks of running mascara reveal that she has obviously been crying and you don’t blame her, her hair was amazing and now it’s all gone.

Another photo shows one of Blue’s hands gripping the girl by the back of her head holding her about half way down his cock. The poor girl’s face has even more mascara running down her face. Only a few pictures remain, there is one from behind the girl’s face planted on the ground her arms bound together behind her back and Blue’s cock pushing into her from behind.

The final photo shows the girl with her bald head covered in Blue’s jizz. Multiple streaks coating the shaved area where her beautiful red hair had been not long before. You can see a single streak running down her forehead and over nose a single drop forming at the tip. You feel bad for the girl, but it helps to reaffirm your decision to shave yourself yesterday morning to avoid any more of Blue’s wrath than necessary.

You look up after putting away your phone, and you see the clearing filled with Combee. You remember John and Roger going on and on about trying to find a female Combee. That’s when you see a piece of red in the swarm of Combee. If you hadn’t listened to so much talk about Combee last night you probably wouldn’t have remembered the sign of a female Combee is a red diamond covering the low hex’s forehead. You don’t have much interest in Combee or a Vespiquen, but you figure you could trade it to your friends from last night. Or use it as a means to impress the sexy bug nerd John.

“Squirtle use bubble.” The bubbles fire into the crowd of unaware Combee exploding in their faces. The swarm turns on you, looking menacing. You’re not sure if it’s from attacking the female or if it’s just from attacking them in general but either way you now have a lot of Combee to fight. The thought of just running crosses your mind, but then you wouldn’t have a trophy to impress your new friends.