Perspective Shift: Blue(5)

You blink as you step out of the cave, eyes adjusting to the early evening light. It’s been at least four days since you’ve seen sunlight, and your eyes water slightly as you take it in. Breathing a sigh, you raise your arms above your head, stretching your tired body as you look out at the Cerulean City skyline in the distance. You’re almost there, you’ve just got to walk for another day or so to reach your destination and to put everything that’s happened in this fucking mountain behind you.

It’s been a bit of a blur since running into that stupid sexy Rocket, a rage filled blur. After he had teleported away, you had passed out from exhaustion and slept for you aren’t sure how long. When you finally woke back up, you had spent at least an hour rampaging around that campsite. You took the glass canister of your ****-induced breast milk that Leon - or Blade or whatever - left and chucked it at a wall in your fury, then had just screamed and stomped around the camp until you were out of energy. Why!? Why did these shitty things keep on happening, it’s fucking bullshit! And why did you keep letting them happen!? If you just paid more attention, both on Route 3 and with Leon, things could’ve been less shitty for you. You had been distracted by inner turmoil back on Route 3, and distracted by how attractive the ashy-blonde was at the campfire; being distracted keeps getting you literally fucked!

Once you had calmed down slightly, you trudge on further through the cave, destroying any fucking bats that got in your way. Then you ran into that trio of douchebags that had all challenged you, and had to battle three times in a row. Your Wartortle seemed to respond to your rage once again, like it had when you ended your gangbang on Route 3, and was able to blast through the ringleader’s Krokorok. He then washed away the next asshole’s Rattata, but that was when you fucked up. You should have just switched to another Pokémon, since Wartortle got fairly injured by his first opponent and slightly so by the second, but you got cocky. The third guy’s Spearow managed to outmaneuver your starter, and you actually lost to one of the most pathetic trainers you’ve ever seen. Luckily, he was so pathetic, that all it took was two minutes of blowing him to end your forfeit, which was a silver lining.

After that, you had once again huffed off in irritation… and accidentally gone down the wrong path and spent several hours wandering around lost before making it back onto the right path. On the plus side, one of the dead ends you ran into had a spring in it, so you had actually gotten a chance to wash up a little. From then on, your journey through Mt. Moon finished relatively uninterrupted, with the only other people you saw being a trio of paleontologists who were very insistent on making sure you watched where you stepped as you walked through their dig site. A short walk later and you’ve finally exited that bat-infested nightmare, which brings you to now.

You start walking down the trail that will take you down from the cavern you’ve just exited and onto eastern Route 4, determined to remain vigilant and not get distracted, not get taken by surprise. Though if you do run into any trainers, you should be better off than you ever have been before. While passing through Mt. Moon, your Pokémon became much stronger; Spearow evolved into Fearow, Nidoran evolved into Nidorina, and you’ve gotten in a lot of training with your newest partner, Clefairy- which your Pokédex tells you was apparently reclassified as a fairy type at some point, not a normal type. Must have slept through that class.

Now that you’re out of that cave though, you should have service again… A quick look through TPP tells you exactly what you want to know; Red has beaten Brooke. And he did so on the same day that you left Pewter City, four days ago, so with the time you wasted sleeping off Leon’s **** and getting lost… Red shouldn’t be too far behind you, if he went the correct way through the mountain. You want to keep looking through his TPP, see if there’s anything else about what he’s been up to, but you can’t right now. Thinking about Red was what distracted you on Route 3, led to you walking right up on Nate and Diane without seeing them, and you can’t let something like that happen again. You at least want to make it to Cerulean City before anything else crazy happens to you.

Even as you shove your phone in your pocket and resolve to pay attention to your surroundings however, thoughts of your rival cloud your mind. The last thing that happened between you two was him beating you in your third match against each other, then making you kiss him like a lover in his victory photo. Ugh, the internet was already buzzing with rumors about you two, and you haven’t even seen how that picture must have impacted things yet. That last time was also when you found out about that idiot’s money troubles, and had started to worry about him. Why do you have to be worrying about that loser? He should be able to take care of himself, but now he’s got you concerned for him, wondering how he’s doing financially. The moron did beat Brooke, so he should have a little cash if he didn’t spend it on something stupid…

DAMMIT BLUE. Focus on the task at hand; walk until dark, avoid people, camp for the night, get to Cerulean tomorrow. These should be the only things on your mind, but your mind can’t help but circle around one very important thought, one that it wants desperately for you to both acknowledge and ignore simultaneously; has Red seen it? The gangbang on Route 3 was definitely recorded so… Has he seen it? Has your family? They probably all have, you would’ve been tagged in it, and they all keep up with your TPP. You’re starting to dread the next time you have a conversation with anyone from back home, anyone who knows you, which isn’t a nice feeling at all. You know that everyone will just be supportive and stuff, but it’s still going to be absurdly embarrassing.

“GAH! Oh, FUCK ME!” “RAHHHH!”

You jolt in shock as the sudden sounds of other people grab your attention while you’re walking down Route 4. Noises that you probably should have heard faintly as you were approaching, but were too caught up in your own head to process. Way to fucking go Blue. Still, you haven’t actually stumbled on anyone just yet, you can just hear them nearby. And they seem… preoccupied.

“AH! AH! AHHHH! Slow downnnnn!” “Not until you admit it!”

The first voice is definitely a woman’s and the second is a man’s, and it’s pretty damn obvious what’s going on. You can faintly hear the slapping of flesh on flesh accompanying their voices, which sound like they’re coming from a little ways off the main trail. Thankfully they seem to be out of view of you, and therefore you’re out of view of them hopefully. So you can just sneak on by and not get involved in whatever is happening there… Though you’re kind of interested in seeing…

“I’ll - HNNGH! - never conceeeeeede!” “ADMIT IT!”

The sounds of fucking grow even louder, and you can tell that this guy is absolutely jackhammering in and out of that chick, and she’s really enjoying herself from the sounds of it. Her words of defiance are contrasted by her lustful moans and the wet sounds of her pussy delighting in its pounding. It does seem kind of hot…

“N-Neverrrrr!” “ADMIT THAT MEGA PUNCH IS THE SUPERIOR MOVE!”

‘I’m sorry, what?’ You stop in your tracks just as you’re turning to try and sneak up to watch them, not quite sure if you heard that right.

“It - GAH, FUCK! - isn’t! Mega Kick issss!” “WRONG ANSWER! TRY AGAIN!”

‘…No seriously, what?’ The intense sexual nosies grow even stronger, but you’re now far too flabbergasted to have any interest in what would undoubtedly be a sexy show.

“AAAH GWAHH HRNNNGH KICK!” “MEGA KICK IS INFERIOR, AS ARE YOU!”

‘…K, leaving.’ You spin on your heel and start power-walking down the road, leaving the weirdos to their weirdo sex argument about… Pokémon moves? Just keep walking Blue, don’t judge them… externally. Don’t judge them externally, keep it internal, and keep it moving.

The loud sounds of their shouting and fucking fade away behind you as you speed away, shaking your head as you go. ‘Some people are just… Anyway, no more distractions. It’s still not late enough to camp yet, so I have to press on. And pay attention to my damn surroundings.’

You do just that, marching onward through the lightly wooded Route, managing to keep your thoughts and emotions in check as you go, keeping your eyes peeled for anyone or anything that might cross your path. Nothing catches your attention for the next thirty minutes or so, and your thoughts slowly start to drift back to the weirdo couple that you just heard fucking on the roadside. Was that just some kind of strange role play, or were they really having a debate about Mega Punch and Mega Kick through sex? Do they even know each other, or was it just a strange coincidence? Like, did they bump into one another and start up a casual conversation about Pokémon moves that led to ball-slapping sex, or is this a thing that they do regularly? You’re half tempted to double back and find out, it’s honestly kind of eating at you now - STOP.

You duck off of the main path and behind a small tree, putting yourself out of sight of the individual you’ve just laid eyes on. You give yourself a mental pat on the back for seeing them, despite being distracted. It’s a young woman, and she isn’t looking your way, just sitting on an old stump at the side of the road and idly tapping away on her Pokédex. You lean out from behind the tree to get a closer look, to see if you can gauge anything about this girl… and your jaw basically falls off.

The sexy young woman sitting on the stump is someone you recognize the instant you actually bother looking at her, someone any aspiring female trainer should recognize. A fairly tall girl at 5’10”, with a toned and curvy physique and flawless fair skin. A pink shirt underneath an unbuttoned short purple coat hugs her D-cup bust, and a purple skirt decorated with darker purple stars hangs down to her mid-thigh where it meets her knee-high purple stockings. Long, wavy hair of a medium shade of purple flows down to her mid-back and over her shoulders. It’s thick and luxurious, and perfectly frames her beautiful face. Her full lips seem to permanently have their corners turned slightly upward, like she’s always got a small smile on her face. Her little amethyst stud earrings match her eyes, which are a deep purple in coloration, just like her brother’s. Those eyes have a slight upturn to them as well, and everything about the young woman just screams allure and grace. She’s extraordinarily gorgeous, as if she was sculpted to be the most beautiful woman imaginable.

You quickly duck back behind the tree, heart pounding in your chest so loud that you’re worried that she might be able to hear it. ‘That’s… She’s… Why is she… What is she… She’s…’ Unfinished thoughts race through your mind as you start to panic, having no idea how to handle this situation, having no idea what you should do or say or not do or not say or anything really right now. Your brain and heart are overloading.

Overloading so much in fact, that you didn’t notice her amethyst eyes flick up to look at you just as you were hiding behind the tree again.