First steps as a proper Trainer

You stand on only slightly shaky legs. Even though you did it to yourself, that orgasm was fueled by powerful need and an acceptance of your own submissive nature, imagining Sir taking hold of all power in your life. It was one of the stronger climaxes you've ever experienced and left you just a tad weak.

You scan your surroundings again, wary after the Caterpie attack. Nothing. Good. Speaking of Caterpie, though...

A quick search locates the little bugger, only barely stirring after getting knocked for a loop. Nothing says the Pokemon has to be fully conscious, right? A sleeping Pokemon can be caught, after all, and it's not like real life is some game with made-up rules. You fish an empty Pokeball out of your bag and drop it on the stunned bug, capturing it easily.

"All right! I got another one!"

Your trainer card chimes as you retrieve the freshly-sealed Pokeball, and a holographic image of Caterpie appears, including a series of numbers and metrics. Levels, attributes, known moves, etc. It's all right there. "Level 6. Whaaa? This is so cool! And it'll certainly make training easier."

After fidgeting with the interface a little, you find a way to register your Pidgey as well, by holding the Pokeball in your left hand and pressing a series of holographic buttons. Pidgey is level 7, and so far only knows Tackle and Sand Attack. No actual flying type moves yet. That's the first thing you decide you need to fix, with all these bugs around. Training will be a breeze after that.

But first, you need a rinse. Departing the unfamiliar western portion of the forest, you head east to familiar paths to a small trickling stream you know. It's the perfect spot to sit down and relax in, since nowhere is it any deeper than a few inches. You lie down on the smooth river stones, shivering slightly at the chilly temperature. Maybe it won't be so relaxing at this time of year.

The gentle current does most of the work as you roll around lazily in the stream, scrubbing your skin and clothing with bare hands until you are free of any foreign substance and feel more or less clean. Shamefully, you also take advantage of the stream to relieve yourself in the water, hating how your stupid outfit reduces you to act like an animal. But at least the material lets liquid through... You don't want to imagine what it'd be like if they'd given you a rubber suit.

You make your way to a somewhat sunny section of the eastern forest and lie down to dry, tinkering with the settings and options your trainer card contains. The thing is a full Pokedex, complete with phone capabilities, contacts list, a record of your trainer battles, and so many other things. It even has a radio!

Tapping into your battle history, you see your career record: 0 wins, 1 loss. It was technically a forfeit, but you don't see where that's recorded anywhere. Just that it was a loss. Where there should be information on your opponent, you find less than you'd have hoped. Just a generic silhouette of a man and a number. Trainer#1174. But you can see his win-loss record: 876 wins, 31 losses.

"Woah." Your heart flutters a moment. Sir is amazing. But how many of those wins are just him ambushing helpless, low-level trainers to easy wins? What sort of man is Sir?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a rustling sound nearby. You reach for your Pidgey as you sit up, turning to face the source of the noise.