Perspective Shift: Kim

“Haah… mmm… ohhh”

You grin, hardly able to believe your luck. You’ve come home at just the right time; Daisy is masturbating. Oh, this is going to be so much fun to tease her about. She thinks she’s all alone, but little does she know, you finished up early at the lab today. And lo and behold, as you came up to the second floor to find her, you’re treated to the sounds of your ‘innocent’ daughter’s sweet moans. She loves acting pure, but she-

“RED! ARTHUR! RED! CUMMING!” Daisy screams as she cums, and your mood sours a bit. ‘Arthur, huh? Still? Ugh, give up on that no good asshole. He left you, just like your father left me…’

“Arthur… Red…” You hear her murmur faintly. ‘At least you’re thinking about Red too… He’d be so good for you, sweetie…’

“R-Red… Arthur…” Your daughter is sobbing now, and all joy at this situation leaves you instantly, replaced by concern and pain. You don’t want to tease her anymore, you want to run in there and scoop up your baby, hold her tight and tell her everything will be okay… But, if you do that, she’ll know you were listening, and she’ll be furious. That… doesn’t sound funny to you, right now.

You hear her start to move, and suddenly you realize that you’re going to get found out no matter what. Bracing for Daisy’s enraged outburst, you shut your eyes… then hear her bathroom door open. Oh! You can get away! Quickly but quietly, you shuffle back downstairs, breathing a sigh of relief as you escape… hm? What’s that noise? Sounds like a timer…

It’s coming from the kitchen, as is a wonderful smell, so you head that way. Once inside, you see Daisy’s cellphone on the counter, blaring loudly. The delicious smell is coming from the oven and… wait. Timer… Food in oven… Oh, crap!

Moving fast, you throw open the oven door and put on some pot-holders, then remove the hot food from within. It looks like a chicken casserole… your favorite! And it doesn’t seem burned, so you must have gotten here in time… probably? You don’t know much about cooking, other than pre-made microwaveables, cereal, and sandwiches. You stare at the tasty looking meal, not sure exactly how to turn off the oven, when you hear hurried footsteps running down the stairs.

“Crapcrapcra- oh, Mother?” Daisy races into the kitchen, skidding to a halt as she sees you. “When di- oh, you took it out. Good.” She walks over to her still shrieking phone, silencing the alarm.

“I heard the sound when I got home. I figured it meant the food was done? Was I right?” You hope she believes that you just got home.

“The alarm means it needs to be checked.” Daisy looks over the casserole briefly, then reaches over and takes the pot-holders from you. “Not quite done. A few more minutes, at least. Thank you for doing that though, it could have easily been burning while I was… in the bathroom.”

Not technically a lie. Good work Daisy. “Glad I could save it. Especially since it’s chicken casserole! What did I do to earn that?”

Your elder daughter smiles as she places the tray back into the oven. “Well, you’re leaving on another long field-work trip, right? I wanted to make you something special before you left.”

Your heart melts at your angelically sweet child’s words. Such a kind girl… where does she get it from? Not you, and certainly not her father… You feel a stab of guilt for wanting to tease her earlier… but then again, you always tease her, and she still did this. So she can’t mind it that much. “Thank you, Daisy. I’m looking forward to it!”

The young blonde closes the oven, then turns to look at you. “Of course. Be safe on your trip, okay? Try and keep in touch when you can.”

“I will. Are you going to be lonely without me~.” You tease.

“…A little. It’s been nice having you here for almost a whole week, honestly.” Your daughter’s response sends a stab of guilt through your heart; Of course she’s fucking lonely, you just heard her crying and sobbing about it…

‘She would be less lonely if you let her Fly.’ The unwanted thought springs to your mind. NO. Nuh-uh. Nooope. You are not giving her a flying Pokémon. Not a chance. Zero percent. Too scary…

That’s the core of it, of why you don’t want her to Fly. You’re way too scared. You are terrified of flying, especially on a Pokémon. Your stomach lurches just imagining it and you feel like your legs are turning into jelly. The thought of one of your girls, your precious babies, being up in the air like that… NO…

But, Dad did take them once - WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION - and they said they had fun… And Blue is going to be able to get one of her own soon, whether you like it or not… For the first time ever, you actually consider doing it… giving Daisy a Pokémon that can Fly. After hearing how lonely she sounded, both after masturbating and just now… You realize that you’ve been way too selfish for way too long. You’re trapping her here, in the prime of her life… You might be an awful mother, keeping her here because of what you are afraid of, not letting her, heh, spread her wings. You have to let her be an adult.

“Daisy, honey, I’m gonna go change. I’ll be back down soon.” Without waiting for her to respond, you turn and rush out of the kitchen.

“Oh. Okay?” Her confused reply is faint behind you as you rush up the stairs and into your bedroom. You do change into some comfy sweat pants and a t-shirt, but more importantly, you head over to your PC… and then walk away.

‘I can’t do this! I can’t let my baby do something so dangerous…’

…You walk back to your PC, then away, then back, then away, over and over and over again. Why is this so hard!? Why is being a mom hard!? You want her to be happy, to have fun, but you’re so scared…

“MOTHER? IT’S READY!” Your precious baby shouts from downstairs… now or never.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shakily retrieve a Pokéball from your PC, swaying on your feet as you do… Why do you have to have such a crippling fear of flight!? On wobbly legs, you make your way back down stairs and into the kitchen, where your daughter is setting the table.

“D-Daisy… uh…” You stammer out, and she spins to stare at you.

“Mother!? Are you okay, you look awful!?” She rushes over to your side, concern etched on her adorable face.

“I-I-I w-want to g-give you s-something.” You despise the way you’re acting, you feel pathetic… but, you can’t help it, this is a full-on phobia.

“What are you talking about? Do you feel okay?” Daisy grabs you gently, steadying your shaking form.

“J-Just… here.” You hold out the ball to her, and she looks at it in confusion.

“A Pokéball? Why? What is it?”

“A F-Fearow… c-can F-F-F-F-F-F-“ You can’t even get the word out right now.

“Fly!?” Your daughter finishes your sentence. “You’re giving me a flying Pokémon!?” You just nod, and she throws her arms around you, pulling you into a massive hug. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! I love you so much!”

She takes the ball, ending any chance of you changing your mind. Oddly enough, this calms you down a bit, particularly when combined with how happy she is. “You’re welcome, sweetie. I love you too.” You still feel terrified, but…

“Why, though? What brought this on?” She cradles the ball in her hands, as if it’s the most important thing in the world.

“Blue’s going to be able too before long… so it felt unfair. Plus, now you can go visit her on her journey… or Red.” You say, hoping she’ll leave it at that.

She does not however. Instead, her eyes narrow. “…No, there’s more. Tell me.”

The look in her eyes makes you feel certain that she won’t let this go… taking a deep breath, you say “I heard you touching yourself earlier. I’m not gonna tease you! I would’ve, but… I heard you crying too. And I realized how lonely you must be, how… sad. I’ve been… trapping you here, because I’m a scaredy-cat and I’m selfish… and I’m done doing that. It’s unfair, and I’m sorry I ever did it… You can yell now.”

You brace yourself for fury for the second time today, and for the second time today it doesn’t come. A huge mix of emotions play across your daughter’s face, and you don’t have time to process any of them before she speaks. “I’m going to pretend that did not happen. We both are, Mother. O K A Y?” You nod vigorously. “Sigh. Thank you again. And for the record, you are only a selfish scaredy-cat when it comes to flying! Otherwise, you are a wonderful Mother!”

You smile at her. “Thank you, Daisy.” That smile shifts into a teasing smirk. “Just… promise me two things.”

“Yes, I will be as careful as I can be. Swear it on my life. What’s the second thing.” She says, easily predicting you.

“The second is… don’t ever bottle stuff like that up again.” You grab your little girl by her shoulders, staring into her eyes. “If you’re that sad, tell me. I am your mother and you should always be willing to confide in me. Okay?”

Daisy blinks in surprise, but then nods with a small smile. “Okay, Mother. I promise… I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” Deciding that that’s enough seriousness for one night, you shift to your default; teasing. “So, you going to hit up Red for a good time next chance you get?”

She blushes but, to her credit, stares at you defiantly. “Absolutely. He was great in bed his first time, so I can’t wait to see how he’s improved. You should think about it yourself. You’ve been sexless even longer than me, so you should really let him show you a good time.”

You throw your head back in laughter at her suggestion. “Oh, come on Daisy. Red’s not gonna want to do it with a lady his mom’s age! Not when he has so many pretty young things like you to choose from!”

Your daughter stares at you in disbelief. “…You actually believe that, don’t you? You damn fool, he would fu- have sex with you in a heartbeat.”

Rolling your eyes at her covered swear, you respond. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” You do appreciate her trying to make you feel nice, but-

“Want to make a bet?” She cuts into your thoughts. “I’ll ask him. I will outright ask him if he would have sex with you. I’ll record the answer too. And if the answer is yes, you have to go through with it!”

Again, you roll your eyes. Oookay Daisy. “And when I win? What do I get?”

“Anything. Ask me for anything, tell me to do anything.” Daisy says with a cocky smirk, looking more like you and Blue than ever before.

Ok, fine. You’ll play her game. “Hmm… When I win, you have to do all your grocery shopping naked for a month!” There. No way she’ll agree-

“Done! It’s a bet!”

Wait what? “You can’t be… hold on now, I was kidding. I don’t want you to humilia-“ You try to backtrack, but your daughter persists.

“Nooope! It’s sealed. Bet is on.” The younger blonde places her hands on her hips. “This is good. I’ve been just as worried about you as you’ve been about me, so this is perfect! Red will make us both happy - us all happy, if Blue pulls her head out of her butt.”

What is she talking about!? Has she been planning this!? What is going on in that head of hers!? “Daisy, I-“

The front door opens, and you hear Dad call out “I’m home!”

Daisy smirks again. “Looks like it’s dinner time. I won’t let you back out on this bet you know. Look forward to it~.”

As your daughter spins and goes to continue setting the table, you can’t help but wonder… Could she be right? Would Red really be willing to fuck a woman in her forties? Three years older than his own mother? You know you’re still sexy, you’re confident, but… really? When so many young girls are available? What would Madison think? And does Daisy want Red to have a harem of Oaks? What has gotten into her!? He would be great for your daughters, at least, but… This feels like it all escalated so quickly!

…What did you just get roped into?