Finding some food

Two young women wearing slutty high-leg ‘Pokeslut’ outfits wobble out of Pewter City Pokecenter on weak, exhausted legs. Each of them has a number of used condoms dangling out of the leg holes of the outfits - despite Sabrina’s hypnosis allowing you to ‘reset’ your used condoms each time you ‘upgrade’ your outfit, the video pledge you made with Bo and Baz gives you no such permission, for another several days.

Speaking of Sabrina’s hypnosis, you can sense that your brain has recognized this outfit that you’ve put on as a ‘new outfit’, which means that you’ll never be able to wear something ‘less slutty’ than this again, until you fulfill the terms of the hypnosis, and beat Blue in a battle, fair and square.

“Um, Belle.” You start, almost without thinking about what you’re about to say. It just feels right. “I… I made an arrangement with someone, a sort of pledge. That whenever I wore a new outfit, it would be sluttier than the last. Up until… A certain promise is fulfilled.”

Your hypnosis appears to prevent you from giving any further details than that.

“You mean…” Belle says with astonishment.

“Yes.” You say, gravely. “I’m going to be wearing things like this for a while, I think. And I just wondered, well, of course you don’t have to, but like, in solidarity…”

“You don’t want to be the only woman walking around Pewter looking like a Pokemon Trainer themed prostitute. I get it.” Belle says quietly. She looks down, and you can tell that she’s conflicted.

“We’ve been through a lot together. Most of it horrible.” She says quietly. When you open your mouth to respond, she raises a hand, requesting that you don’t interrupt her.

“Despite knowing you for less than 48 hours, I feel closer to you than anyone else in my life right now. I can’t bear the thought of losing you by my side right now. So if you need me to do this with you, then I’ll do it.” She's blushing furiously.

You feel funny inside. That is exactly what you were asking of her, but knowing that she’s doing it reluctantly, because she doesn’t want to lose you, doesn’t feel right. You feel like you should open your mouth and tell her that that’s ridiculous, of course you’ll still stay by her side, even if she decides to change into more normal clothes.

Those words don’t come. You walk in silence for a bit, and then finally, you let out a quiet “Thank you.”

It’s dark now, and the streets are relatively quiet. But there are still people about - this is a city, after all - and everyone that looks at you clearly has an opinion about what you’re wearing. Men find you exciting, or at least intriguing, whereas women find you distasteful, and some, abhorrent.

The nurse (apparently called Nurse Joy, just like the definitely-not-the-same-person who works in Viridian Pokecenter), gave you some directions to follow to get to the Pokehostel, and since this is a city, you’re kind of assuming that you’ll be able to find somewhere to eat on the way.

If anywhere will let you in, looking like this, that is.

The first two restaurants you try to enter are guarded by waiters who very firmly suggest you find a different establishment who caters to ‘your type of folk’.

The third is completely fully booked, but you are offered a special table in the back if you’re willing to pay for your meal with sex. You politely decline the offer.

In the end, you make do with burgers and fries from a burger van. It’s not part of the Foodie scheme, so you are **** to pay out of pocket, but you’ve got a fair few credits now, thanks to those Bug Catchers you beat while the others took their turns with Belle’s holes. And besides, you’re fucking starving.

You eat and move at the same time, not wanting to stay out on the streets for a minute more than you have to. When you finally reach the Pokehostel, and are mercifully out of sight of the citizens of Pewter City, you breathe sighs of relief, and trudge over to the counter, to use your membership card to rent the nicest room they have available for the night.

All they’ve got is a room with a small double bed, but that still feels like luxury to you, compared to the way you spent last night with Bo and Baz, and the way you spent most of today. You take the key off the uninterested old lady who runs this particular hostel, and then hustle up the stairs and into your new safe haven. The two of you strip down naked (well, it’s not like either of you is in possession of any pajamas or underwear right now), and collapse onto the bed.

You both expect sleep to take you quickly, as drained as you are, but in fact, you both must have more adrenaline in your systems than you realized, because you lie there, wide awake, awkwardly waiting for sleep that won’t come.

Belle breaks the silence first.

“Today should have been, like, the most traumatizing thing ever, shouldn’t it?” She wonders out loud. “But I just feel… Numb. Or do I even feel numb? Or just neutral? How can you tell the difference?”

You search your own feelings, and realize that you feel the same way. You were kind of assuming that you’re just completely shell-shocked, and maybe you are… But also, it doesn’t really feel like it. Not that you’ve ever been so horribly mistreated before in your life, but if you were truly scarred by the experience, you’d expect there to be some… Some heaviness to the lack of emotion. Instead, you just feel… Fine.

“I… I weirdly feel fine. You’re right, that is weird. Crazy weird.” You admit.

“Normal people in our shoes… Would surely throw in the towel, right? They’d be thinking ‘Never again.’ The idea of risking going what we just went through again… Would be beyond contemplation. So why…” Belle trails off thoughtfully.

“We’ve got to keep going, because of the ****.” You offer weakly.

“It’s not just the ****, though. I mean yes, it plays a part. But most people, even being blackmailed with that degrading video, would never step foot outside a city as a Pokemon Trainer ever again. And that’s not how I’m feeling. I’m feeling scared, and angry, and embarrassed, but also… Fine. It’s so difficult to describe.”

But Belle doesn’t need to describe it any more clearly than that, because you feel exactly the same way.

“I feel the same way. But clearly, most recent female Pokemon Trainers haven’t felt that way. So what’s up with that? What’s wrong with us, that we’re thinking of going back out there?!” Your voice is a little shaky.

Belle smiles weakly, and shrugs. “I guess we’re special.”

A special level of idiot, perhaps. You think to yourself. But you don’t say that out loud.

Another minute of silence descends upon your room, as you both think about everything that happened, and reflect on how bizarre it is that you’re just, well, there’s no other word for it except ‘fine’. Not happy about it - in fact, still very outraged about it - but in an emotionally stable way.

None of the insane sex stuff that happened to you today is leaving a lasting scar on your psyche. In fact, there’s only one thing making your heart pang with guilt whenever you think about it. And it’s one thing you can actually rectify.

“Belle.” You begin softly. “I would never leave you. You’ve quickly become my closest friend in the world, too. You don’t have to worry about being left all alone if you don’t wear the same slutty stuff as m-“

“I know.” She interrupts. “I know, Amber. It’s okay, you don’t have to say it. The truth is. I think, anyway… That I just wanted an excuse. Because right now, some part of me… Finds the idea of walking around like a shameless slut a real fucking turn-on.”

As she admits that, you realize that it’s true for you too. Overall, you’re still largely terrified by the idea, but there’s also some undeniable pleasurable tingle, and warmth down below, whenever you think about slutting it up in public once more.

And finally, it dawns on you what you need in order to sleep peacefully tonight.

“Belle.” You whisper, as you roll over onto your front, and move to lie on top of her, face to face, chest to chest, pussy to pussy.

“Amber.” She sighs sweetly back, locking eyes with you.

“Belle.” You repeat once more, placing your hands on her shoulders, and then, using your thighs to push her own thighs high into the air, you press both sets of your lips against hers.