Not out of the Woods Yet

“How… Erm… How are you?” Belle asks you quietly, and tentatively, after you have resumed your walk down the path towards Pewter City. It’s clear that she still feels rather guilty about not agreeing to the Bug Catcher’s disgusting deal, in exchange for him going easy on you.

That’s a good question… How are you feeling? You stop for a brief moment, to all yourself to concentrate on how you’re feeling down there. Your holes are both gently throbbing, as if you say ‘Oof, that’s enough for today, no more action please!’

“I’m… Okay. But I don’t know if I can take any more today.” You explain gently. “And I don’t blame you.”

Overall, you’re feeling a bit numb, you realize. You should probably feel either hate or despair for what has happened to you in this forest, but right now, you’re largely focused on pressing forward. Is that normal?

Belle shakes her head. “I should have done it. I’m such a bad friend. I’m really sorry, I should have done it.”

You still haven’t fully processed whether you think she should have done it, so it’s a difficult statement to respond to. A minute or so passes.

“There was no time.” You say, thoughtfully. “Hindsight is 20-20 and all that.”

“I guess.” Belle says thoughtfully. “Well… Just know… If I could go back and change my mind, I would.”

“You would really do that for me?” You say, in mild amazement.

“From what Oak said, it would be safe, from a health perspective.” Belle points out. “So that just leaves the grossness of it. And yes, it’s gross, but I already licked your butthole. On video. So it’s hardly… Much worse than… Okay yes it is a lot worse than that, for some reason, but still, it’s not as bad as having your backdoor treated like… Like that.”

“Can we please talk about something else?” You whine. You want to distract yourself from the throbbing of your anus, not focus on it.

“Sure.” Belle says quickly, but then struggles to think of anything.

You continue to trudge on in awkward silence.

In the end, the awkwardness of walking side by side in silence is so bad, that you end up lagging slightly behind. Little do you realize, that this is a real blessing in disguise.

“Slingshot, now!” The young male voice rings out from within the trees.

To Belle’s right hand side, five or six bug Pokemon spring out, and shoot out jets of sticky white fluid at the defenseless girl.

For once, it isn’t semen.

Belle’s feet are caught first, and as the sticky substance adheres her ankles together, she topples onto the ground, ending up lying on her back.

Moments later, her wrists are pinned down to the ground too.

You freeze, and ready Charmander’s Pokeball.

“Butterfree, use Aerial Ace!” the command comes, from a second voice, this time behind you.

You swivel, just in time to see a huge butterfly Pokemon come whizzing towards you. With incredible speed, moving before you can react, it has gripped your shirt in its maw and ripped it open. Your breasts are now fully on display.

“EEEK!” You squeal. “Charmander, GO!”

You waste no more time in summoning Charmander.

“Take down that Butterfree! Use emb-”

“Hey, wait a minute!” A even creepier-looking bug catcher steps out from where he was hiding inside the foliage. “I thought Shawn said that they were both out of Pokemon?! Butterfree, return!”

The offending Pokemon disappears in a flash of red light, leaving only the trainer behind. He’s got the same look about him - butterfly net, blue top, shorts, and hat… But something about this guy’s face suggests that he’s even less desirable than the man you met before him.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You screech, outraged. You’ve essentially just been assaulted.

“You were supposed to be out of Pokemon. Shawn said you’d try to run, so we decided to use our bugs to make sure you didn’t. It’s a big misunderstanding.” He says, pathetically.

“The reports of my Pokemon’s unconsciousness have been greatly exaggerated!” You announce as bravely as you can for someone whose tits are out. “Anyone who wants to touch me or my friend will have to deal with my Charmander’s flames first!”

The Bug Catcher snarls, clearly not sure what to do. He clearly knows that one carefully placed ember could put his Butterfree out of action instantly.

“I’ll take you on, then!” The source of the first voice says, emerging from the underbrush.

Net. Check. Blue shirt. Check. Shorts. Check. It’s like they have a uniform.

“Your Charmander might have an advantage in type, but we’ve got the advantage in numbers! Kakuna, Metapod, Caterpie, return! Weedle, go for a Poison Sting!”