Next Up is Her Tank Top and Jacket

Hilda tried her hardest to dig out the sandile, but there was only so much a human like her could do compete against a ground type pokemon.

Hilda: My shorts!!!!

Thinking the sandile was long gone now, her favorite pair of short with it, Hilda let out a whine. Not only was it going to take her forever to find a pair of pants that she actually found comfortable, but now her ass was practically exposed. Sure, she was still wearing a thong, but said thong was currently fighting for its life just contain Hilda’s massive ass.

Hilda blushed at the idea of having to head back to Castelia City with her lower half only being covered by a white thong. There was just no way she could walk through the crowded streets like that. She needed some cover.

Hilda: Maybe sandiles live in caves or maybe there’s something around here I could use.

Hilda’s eye searched the mostly barren desert, there being plenty of sand all around her and few structures in the distance, but nothing that would provide the minimal cover she would need to not feel exposed.

Hilda was so distracted in her search, that she failed to notice the same sandile poking its sand of that sand, not noticing it until it jump and bite down on her tank top with it also managing to catch the edges of Hilda’s jean jacket in its jaws.

Hilda let out a squeal as the sandile pulled back, nearly forcing Hilda to go down into the sand with it as she struggled not to lose her tops to the beast.

No matter how much Hilda fought, the result was always destined to favor the sandile with it being much stronger than her and it being in it’s natural environment. With one last tug, the sandile pulled off Hilda jacket and shirt off, now leaving with in just her boots, cap, thong, and matching push up bra.

Down to just her underwear and bra to protect her modesty and both her pokemon not being able to protect her since they were fainted, Hilda decided to get the hell out of there. She no longer cared about walking through the city in her underwear. She just couldn’t lose any more clothes.

Hilda began running back toward Castelia City flailing her arms in distress as she made her way back through the desert.

Hilda: They’re after my clothes!!!!

As Hilda ran through desert she passed by two middle aged women who looked shocked to see such a pretty thing running about wearing so little.

Woman #1: Looks like someone picked the wrong attire to wear in the desert.

Both the woman and her friend began chuckling at her joke, their eyes following Hilda, soaking up the sight of her sexy body nearly exposed. Especially with how her ass would jiggle with each and every step. They would continue watching until she was out of sight.