Perspective Shift: Silver

@SilverSteel: That explains all the Diglett.

You groan softly as you set down your gray Pokédex, hardly able to even comprehend how badly you’ve screwed up. You thought it was weird that the cave you were traveling through didn’t match the map you had downloaded, but you just assumed you got the wrong map. But no, you had gone to the wrong cave, and ended up in the wrong city. You had gotten lost; again.

Sitting up in bed, you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance. At least this town does have a gym, like Red said… Red… Oh man, he must think you’re stupid. You’re not entirely sure why, but you do not like the idea of him thinking that about you. There’ve been a lot of things you haven’t been entirely sure about since you first met him in Viridian, ever since he kissed you so gently… Oof, like this tightening in your chest.

Deciding to take a quick shower before you actually go to sleep, you hop out of your Pokécenter bed. You’re on the sixth floor, since you have at least 8 badges, so everything is pretty nice. The ‘room’ is more like a full-blown apartment. It has separate rooms itself; the large bedroom, the fully stocked kitchen, the small dining area, the lounge-like area, the big bathroom. There are TVs hung up in every room, and bigger ones in the lounge and bedroom. And of course, deposits of different sexual aids are in drawers and closets all over the place.

The only clothes you’re currently wearing are your ripped gray jeans and black g-string, which you quickly discard. Even as you do so, Red is still on your mind, like he usually is. You think about your first meeting in Viridian City, having him record you and Bugsy in the Forest, making him cum on her, then her making him cum on you and then teasing him by tasting it… You also think about him trying to talk to you on the way out of the forest - even though you aren’t the easiest person to get along with - and how he did his best to make you feel comfortable, to let you communicate in a way you were okay with… ow, chest tightening again… this is weird.

As you make your way towards the large bathroom, you also remember the most awkward bit, and a flush comes to your face. Of course, you’re thinking of when you had kissed him at the edge of the Viridian Forest, for like, a long time. You hadn’t meant to do it for so long, it was supposed to be a quick ‘thank you’ for guiding you - he seems to like kisses, so you thought it was a good idea. But when your lips had met his, you got… drawn in. You just kept going and going, letting him grope you too… a kiss had never felt so good before. Your chest had tightened then too.

You’ve been made to give plenty of ‘thank you’s’ to people who have helped you when you were lost before, back in Johto. The man who guided you out of Dark Cave had you blow him, the one you guided you out of the Ruins of Alph did too, the one in Union Cave fucked you, the woman in Ilex Forest fucked your ass… you don’t even like anal. The list goes on and on… but Red didn’t ask for anything. He was just going to let you get away scot free. Weirdly though, that made you want to thank him. So you gave him that kiss, like he did you when you first met. Ah! Again, tight chest. Stop that!

It wasn't until he broke the kiss to talk to you that you managed to come to your senses. You had been extremely confused by your own actions, so you just left. You didn’t want to try and explain yourself; you couldn’t, really. You hope he isn’t angry about that night… he didn’t seem like it when he said goodbye as you left Pewter, or in his texts… Your chest becomes a different type of tight thinking about the possibility of him being upset with you… Ow.

Stepping into the large but plain bathroom, you take a look at yourself in the large mirror covering most of one wall, your steely-gray eyes appraising your own body. Hmm… abs look decent, but more crunches never hurt… bis and tris need work… glutes are immaculate… oh, your boobs. Right, you sent him that picture of the Boulder Badge on them… why did you do that? You weren’t sure then, and you aren’t sure now. He liked it though… even sent you one in return… Tight. Chest.

Shrugging off the strange, unknown sensation in your chest, you step into the shower and turn one of the heads on hot. Yes, ‘one of’ the heads; the shower is big enough that there are two, one on each side. There is also a large bath, big enough to fit half a dozen people easily. You let the nearly burning water scorch your pale flesh, sizzling on your muscles and soaking your cherry-red hair. You stay like this for almost fifteen minutes, not even actually washing yourself, just standing in the downpour and thinking about Red… ‘Am I sick? Seems like a weird disease though…’ you think to yourself as steam fills the room.

Eventually, you remember to actually bathe, lathering your hair and body before rinsing off and stepping out of the shower. You dry yourself quickly, leaving your hair wet, plastered against your face and shoulders. Leaving the bathroom, you make a beeline back to the bedroom, determined to sleep off whatever was wrong with you. That hasn’t worked over the past few days, but maybe tonight it will.

Laying your wet head down on a pillow, you pull the covers up over your body and do your best to fall asleep… aaand it’s not working. You toss and turn, thinking about Red, about kissing him, about the dirty photos you had exchanged, about the tightness in your chest. At some point, you feel warmth begin to gather between your legs. ‘Oh, I’m horny. Damn it, I should’ve battled a girl earlier and brought her up here with me… oh well. Masturbating it is.’

Sliding a hand down to your mound, you find it already slick with arousal. You want to go to bed soon, so you decide to try and do this quickly. Jamming two fingers into your moist folds and bringing a hand up to pinch a nipple, you do your best to get to the edge as fast as you can. Apparently you’re already pretty horny, so it doesn’t take long for you to start panting, small moans escaping your lips as you finger yourself.

It’s not quite enough though. It feels really good, sure, but you can’t really get over the finish line. You push your digits deeper into your own wet cunt, using the heel of your palm to rub your pleasure nub as well. But, something’s off… your pleasure keeps building, but you aren’t cumming. You feel… distracted? You try to pin it down, and realize that your mind keeps drifting back to your Pokédex, to that picture… Gulping, you remove the hand from your breast and open your phone, pulling up the dick-pic Red had sent you. The effect is immediate; your built up lust pushes past it’s breaking point as you stare at that photo and think of the young man it’s attached to. “R-Red!” His name leaves your lips unbidden, as you have an intense climax. Your back arches upward, your legs shaking violently as you cum hard, squirting copious amounts of girlcum onto your bedsheets.

After about twenty seconds of prolonged pleasure, you relax, feeling so much better. You melt down into your bed in a happy post-orgasm haze, turning your Pokédex back off and setting it aside. That sure did the trick, for whatever reason… The tiredness of the day’s journey and of your release are overtaking you quickly now, and you feel your eyelids grow heavy with sleep as you slip into a deep slumber. Your chest… still aches a little… weird.

That night, you dream of Red.