Perspective Shift Blue(3)

Not much is registering for you as you leave Pewter City. You don’t notice the early morning buzz of people on their way to work, the din of social activity and general life. You don’t notice - as you reach the seedier edge of town - the two men who wolf-whistle at you, the woman who offers you some work, the man in the alley puking up last night’s regrets. You just find yourself marching onward, wordlessly, mind spinning with thoughts about Red.

You honestly aren’t that bothered by your loss to him earlier - he had an electric type for fuck’s sake, you need to update your team - but you are bothered by so much of what came after, and what’s come before. Why is he so… good? Good is the only word you can think of. He’s always tolerated your incessant and childish cruelty, rarely snapping back, and when he had full access to your body and the ability to get ****, what did he do? He made you feel good, treated you like a lover. Sure, he’s been teasing you a lot too, but that **** is a far cry from what a lot of other people would have done to you. From what most people expected he’d do to you.

And then there’s the matter of that stupid coffee, which you had completely forgotten about until he brought it up. It was such a tiny amount of money. Purchases like that hardly even register in your brain. Like seriously, 500- er, 490 PD? Who cares?

Red does, apparently. You’re pretty sure he and Madison aren’t actually poor or anything. They have a nice enough house, and they’ve never seemed to struggle to feed themselves. Still, they’re most assuredly tighter on money than your own family. It is not like you have infinite access to the family account, but as long as you ‘continue to perform as a trainer and don’t overspend on frivolous things’, you will be granted a generous weekly allowance. That’s what Gramps said, anyway.

That idiot’s overreaction to feeling like he owed you even a tiny bit of money may have just played in your favor, but you do not feel good about it. If anything, you feel like kind of a spoiled brat, just a little. Ugh, and there’s that stupid fucking picture he just took. People all over the internet are already buzzing about the ‘hometown sweethearts’ from Pallet, and this is going to make everything worse! Does he want people to think you guys are a couple!?

…Does he want people to think you guys are a couple? And if he wants them to think it, does he…? You would have been genuinely disgusted at the concept last week. Somewhere along the way of constantly insulting Red these past few years, you had actually started to believe the nonsense you were spewing in childish rage. But even only five days into your Pokémon journey - gosh it’s only been five days - your false perceptions of him have been shattered. He is tolerant, sweet, kind, patient, caring, handsome… This is significantly too many compliments, Blue! Good thing they’re just in your head, so nobody knows.

Thinking back on Red’s monetary struggles; you have to imagine Madison has some extra savings that her son was just too stubborn to take. If his troubles seem to continue, you’ll just have to call his mother yourself; she should be able to convince him to take a little bit more from her, with some pushing at least. Hopefully it won’t come to that though.

Oh great, now you’re worrying about him. That’s just fantastic. Of course, he seems to be worrying about you, too. Warning you about being careful on Route 3, asking the bug catchers in Viridian Forest if they’d seen you, giving you that advice from Brooke, or her sister, or whatever…

That advice. ‘You have to try and enjoy it when you lose’… something along those lines. That’s… probably very true. It would make things a lot easier. But it’s more complicated than that for you! You’ve been having this problem for years, in your own silly fantasies. Getting dominated by famous trainers, gym leaders, Red, Lady Violet, oh fuck, Lady Violet…mmm- not the time!

You’re worried… worried that your inherent submissiveness will make you enjoy it too much, that you may break under the pleasure if you don’t resist. But at the same time, you managed to keep it together for the most part after your first time with Red - or get it back together, anyway. And you had managed to top Brooke after your gym battle! Maybe you’re worrying for nothing… but it’s hard to just shake the concerns that have been plaguing you.

“Ooh, look at her, honey!” The sudden female voice cuts into your thoughts, and for the first time in you aren’t even sure how long, you pay attention to your surroundings. You’ve been walking down Route 3 for some indeterminate amount of time, not paying attention to anything around you. You’re now in a large, flat grassy area that surrounds the main path, with a few large stones scattered about. Sitting on one of those stones is a man and a woman, the latter of whom had just spoken.

The man speaks this time. “My my, she is beautiful, isn’t she?” He stands, the woman clinging to his arm and rising with him, and you get a good look at them.

The woman is a little shorter than you, maybe 5’6”, but very curvy. D-cup breasts and wide hips, thick thighs, a perfect hourglass figure. Said figure is barely covered at all: she’s wearing a tiny lime green crop-top that stops just under her nipples and skimpy daisy dukes that only cover half of her asscheeks. The rest of her smooth, ivory skin is laid bare for your hungry eyes to devour. You’re only slightly ashamed that the last thing you look at is her face; curly chocolate-brown hair, playful amber eyes, and sensual full lips curled up in a smile. She’s incredible…

The man catches your attention for another reason though… He’s very tall and lanky, 6’5”, though still muscular. His pale, relatively ordinary face and electric-blue eyes are framed by shaggy jet-black hair. He’s wearing a simple black button-up shirt over black jeans, and he has a silver necklace of some kind on… is that a tombstone on it?

This man, approaching you with his hand on the waist of that sexy woman, matches the descriptions you’ve been given of the Overlord… fucking shit! You had been so absorbed in thinking about Red that you had completely forgotten to watch where you were going, to try and avoid this guy. Dammit Red!

What the hell are you supposed to do? If he challenges you to a battle, you can’t run, League regulations prohibit it. If you make a break for it before he says anything, maybe… no he’ll just shout out after you. You’re fucked. You can’t beat him, he’s even more powerful of a trainer than Gabriel. If you just let him have his way with you, surrender like you did to Gabriel, maybe you can avoid the gangbang by battling whatever hyenas show up to pick up his scraps… Or maybe you’re just doomed, and your first gangbang is on the horizon. There’s probably some moderately strong trainers in that pack of scavengers, or at least a large number of weak ones. It may be cruel to your Pokémon to even try… maybe you should just take what comes, save them the pain.

All of this flashes through your head in the few seconds it takes for the pair to reach you. Locking eyes with the Overlord, you stare him down, waiting for him to speak.