Perspective Shift Blue(6) - Showdown with Kayla

The noisy clamor of people coming and going fills the air around you, spectators in varying states of undress who’ve taken the announcer’s advice. They go on their merry ways, grabbing a snack or using the bathroom, or even leaving if they’ve had enough fun for one day. Most will be back though, here to watch your battle, and the inevitable forfeit that comes afterwards. Your sister, Red, and that blonde goofball will be in that audience as well… Normally you would have some choice thoughts about that, but not now. Right now all your thoughts are focused exactly on what they have been since the moment Daisy suggested this; the battle ahead, the opponent in front of you… and memories of what happened between you and her barely over an hour ago, which begin to flash through your mind.

The feeling of her soft, gentle hands running through your hair and over your body under the pretense of cleaning you. Then you doing the same for her in turn, the incredible sensation of rubbing and groping her lean body making you tingle even more than when she touched you. The pervasive arousal that seemed to plague you after getting to grope a famous diva’s friend, which only grew stronger with every passing second, its increasing intensity only spurred on by that girl’s gentle ministrations… until it finally crescendoed.

“Can I make you cum?” “P-Please!”

Your jaw clenches as the memories **** your stream of consciousness. Anger, embarrassment, and bewilderment rage within you with equal fury, an internal war flashing through your mind. Why did you agree to shower with her!? Sis did suggest it. Why did she have to touch you like that!? You had plenty of fun feeling her up as well. Why did she… Why did YOU give her permission to make you cum. Because it felt so good. Why did you have to feel good with her of all people!? You know why.

Small stings of pain hit you as your fists clench so hard that your nails dig into your palms, as images of your previous sexual encounters flash through your mind. Red, Nate and Diane, that Rocket bastard… with the exception of the forfeit you claimed from Brooke, you had been a bottom every single time… And enjoyed it.

A quick, sharp shake of your head attempts to dismiss your intrusive thoughts... You’ve been trying so hard to deny your true nature, deny your inner desires to submit- aside from your desire to submit to Lady Violet of course, your time with her was an exception, and always will be. And so far you’ve been able to hide behind the excuse of having to submit due to the forfeit system, allowing yourself to continue to reject the voice within, the one telling you to embrace your submissiveness. But today in the bath, you gave in to her entirely of your own volition, let her lead you along and have her way with you, and it felt good. No matter how much you want to deny it, you enjoyed that steamy shower sex with the Vermillion bitch, and it’s INFURIATING. SHE’S ALWAYS INFURIATING!

You shake your head once more, determined to make yourself focus on the match ahead and shove both your anger and anxiety aside. Now isn’t the time to stew in -or unpack- your complicated emotions surrounding either Kayla or sex! You need a strategy if you want to beat her ass into the dirt. Red said she was a better trainer than him, and even if he is a total dweeb, he’s decent enough at battling. He’s beaten you three times after all, so obviously he has some talent, you can probably trust his word. And you know she does have one more badge than you as well, so she’s more definitely experienced than you. As for her Pokémon… her Pokémon are… her Pokémon… uh…

You have no idea what Pokémon she has. You have never seen her battle. So you’re at even more of a disadvantage than you realized, great. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to stave off the panic rising in your chest, you scramble to think of anything you can use to help figure out a battle plan… Vermillion City! Right, trainers from a town with a Gym typically start with a Pokémon that matches that Gym’s type. So she almost certainly has an electric type… which sucks, because two of your partners- Wartortle and Fearow- are both weak to electric attacks, and neither of your other two- Nidorina and Clefairy- resist it. So that unknown electric type of hers is a major threat, and that’s forgetting the fact that she has three other Pokémon you know nothing about. Okay, you’re going to have to improvise, that’s fine. You can do this, no need to stress. First, you just have to figure out what your most reliable lead-

“Alllllrighty folks! Hope everyone’s good and settled, because break time is over!” The MC’s energetic voice cuts through your thoughts, ripping you away from your attempt to plan. You’ve been so absorbed in your own mind that you didn’t even notice everyone returning to their seats as the sanitation crews cleared out. Nervousness creeps back up your throat once more, and once more you shove it back down. Not like more time to plan would help all that much against a team you know nothing about anyway, it’s fine. You’ll just wing it, you don’t need more time!

Which is good, because the hostess isn’t giving you any. “‘Case you’re just joinin’ us, what we’ve got comin’ up is some grade-A entertainment; a good ol’ fashion lesbian showdown!” The crowd bursts out into cries of excitement, and you take this brief chance to try and get a read on your opponent. The skinny brunette’s eyes are closed, her face a mask of calm, and her breathing is measured. She doesn’t look nervous; or rather, she looks like she has her nerves well under control. Yeah, she’s definitely as anxious as you are, no way she isn’t! She’s just hiding it really, really well!

The announcer continues. “These pretty little ladies will be havin’ themselves a four Pokémon brawl, so get yourselves strapped in for a helluva show!” Right, you two discovered that you both have four Pokémon back at the reception desk, so you decided to go all out against each other… Maybe not the best play when her Pokémon are all probably more powerful than yours, but you’re too deep now. “That sexy blonde on the northern end of the field is the up and coming Blue Oak of Pallet Town!” A brief chorus rings out in the crowd, but you pay it no mind. “And on the southern side, our perky brunette is another newbie, Kayla Hughes of Vermillion City!” Again the audience cries out, and again you ignore them, **** to focus on the swiftly approaching battle and nothing else. “Now, seeing as our beauties are already in position and just as rarin’ to go as we are, let’s get this battle started right away! In 3… 2… 1… FIGHT!”

The MC’s sudden countdown unleashes the nerves you’ve been trying to keep in check; your heart leaps into your throat and your palms start to sweat, but you grit your teeth and reach for your Pokéballs regardless. And as your hand touches the cool, smooth surface of a ball, you feel a refreshing sense of calm wash over you, almost like your friend inside is reaching out to tell you they’re here with you. Just like that, a blazing flame of renewed determination swells up within you; no matter what, you and your partners are going to give this battle everything you have! The whole reason you agreed to Sis’ suggestion in the first place was so that you could knock Kayla down a peg, so you’re not gonna waste this chance! You’ll beat her, dominate her like you did Brooke, and prove once and for all -mostly to yourself- that you’re not a bottom!

The ball you brushed your hand over enters your grip, and you send it spinning out onto the field uncertain as to which of your Pokémon is even inside. Your green-eyed opponent launches her own Pokéball, and your respective allies hit the field; Nidorina for you, and a Sandshrew for Kayla.

The crowd cheers as the monsters make their appearance, but you barely hear it over the sound of your heart pounding in your head and your rapidly moving thoughts. You’re at an immediate disadvantage, sending out your poison type against her ground type. Great. Two options for what to do leap into your mind; leave Nidorina in and risk losing her early, or switch and take a hit on another one of your Pokémon… Unless you send out a Pokémon immune to ground!

“Nidorina, return!” Your mind already made up and a small smirk on your lips, you swiftly recall your initial choice and release her replacement in one fluid motion. “Go, Fearow!” Brown-feathered wings unfurl as your flying type takes to the field, unafraid of the incoming ground attack you’re certain is coming.

“Use Defense Curl!” Kayla shouts at the same moment you recall Nidorina, causing your confident smirk to shift into a bewildered frown as Fearow screeches out of her ball. Why the hell would she have her Sandshrew Defense Curl in front of your poison type, who posed it no threat!?

There’s no time to think about it though, this is a chance to go on the offensive! “Fearow, Aerial Ace!” The bird goes into a dive, racing towards the shrew with blinding speed. In an instant, she slashes the yellow Pokémon with her beak, leaving a cut across its back as it sits there, curled up into a protective little ball. The Sandshrew’s naturally high defense coupled with the boost it gave itself lets it shrug off the damage with ease however, and then the Vermillion girl’s next command rings out.

“Now, Rollout!” Your eyes only have the briefest moment to widen in shock before the ground type kicks into action; its rolled up body starts to spin, propelling it toward the opposite side of the field. It then sharply turns back around and starts streaking back towards your bird, launching itself into the air towards her.

You have just enough time to yell “Dodge!” Before the rock type move makes direct contact with your feathery friend. Still getting her bearings back after her high-speed dash attack, she’s an easy target. The Sandshrew smashes into her with a loud crack, causing you to wince as your poor Fearow cries out in pain. The combination of her natural frailty, the super-effective Rollout, and the power boost it gets when being used directly after Defense Curl are too much for her; your partner crumples to the ground in a heap, **** after a single blow.

Thunderous roars of excitement come from the crowd, and the MC exclaims “Oho, we are off to the races folks! Some expert maneuvering by Kayla, recognizing her opponent’s likely switch and finding the perfect way to capitalize! Things are off to a rough start for our blondie Blue, how will she bounce back!?”

Anger and embarrassment set your face ablaze. There’s no two ways about it, Kayla completely outplayed you there, and it is HUMILIATING! Predicting your switch, using it to give herself time to set up, then quickly taking a KO… she’s good. You already knew going into this not to underestimate her, but clearly you didn’t take that to heart enough. You resist the urge to look over at your opponent, to see whether or not she’s gloating right now. It doesn’t matter, the battle’s far from over. Now lock the fuck in, Blue! No more screw ups!

The brunette’s Sandshrew is still rolling, and its attacks are only going to get stronger from here on. So whoever you send in next has to either be able to knock it out quickly, dodge a hit and take it down, or tank a hit then retaliate. Nidorina, Clefairy, Wartortle… none of them are particularly fast, and only one can realistically deal with the ground type effectively. Using him this early isn’t ideal, as he’s your strongest ally, but it’s the best choice you have.

“Wartortle, I need you!” You cry, launching your Pokéball into the air. In a flash of bright red light, your starter appears, staring down the threat before him with a tense glare. Your most powerful Pokémon, the one gifted to you by your Grandpa, and the one who got you out of a gangbang on Route 3; you have to put your faith in him!

“Now, Water Gun!” “Rollout again!”

Your and Kayla’s orders come out simultaneously, and your breath catches in your throat as you wait to see the action unfold. The yellow shrew spins towards your water type at breakneck speed, while he swells up his chest full of water, ready to blast the enemy. He launches his attack, a powerful stream of water unleashing from his lips as the ground type careens towards him. The rapidly rotating balled up Pokémon collides with the intense stream of liquid, sending splashes all across the battlefield. It stops in its tracks for a moment but, to your horror, it continues to advance, pushing forward inch by inch through the super-effective torrent. Your turtle does his best, continuously pumping out surge after surge of rushing water in an effort to stop the rampaging Rollout, but the Sandshrew keeps spinning, creeping closer and closer to slamming into your partner. Time seems to slow down for you as you watch the two Pokémon struggle. You’re painfully aware of every beat of your quaking heart, of the sweat on your palms, and of the tenseness of every muscle in your body. Kayla’s partner keeps closing the gap, rolling ever closer to your turtle as he strains to keep up his watery ****, but you can see the pressure of his stream weakening. He can’t keep this up much longer…

With a massive splash, the Sandshrew breaks through the diminishing current. You can only watch in horror as your opponent’s Pokémon races towards your own, spiraling forward until… it slows down, rolling to a gentle stop right in front of your starter, tapping up against his stomach before flopping over onto its side. The shrew’s balled up posture slackens, its limbs splayed out as it stares blankly up at the ceiling with swirling, **** eyes.

“Talk about a nail-biter!” The announcer’s voice and the audience’s cheers fill the arena, though you’re still processing what just happened. “Kayla’s Sandshrew tried its damndest, but it just couldn’t stand up to that super-effective soaking! Blue’s struck back with a swiftness after losing her Fearow, evening things up!”

An intense feeling of relief floods through your entire body as you watch your starter plop down on his butt, his breath coming in rough pants. He’s a little tired, but unharmed… You’re still in this! You’re not totally outclassed, she isn’t completely beyond you, you can absolutely win! But even as your fears are being assuaged by the small victory you’ve just one, you know it is just a small victory. This battle is just getting started…

…and Kayla is about to send out her next Pokémon.

Author’s Note: Man, I did not want to make this 2 chapters and leave y’all on another cliffhanger, but that’s just how things have shaken out. Sorry, chapters always turn out longer than I expect them too :P On the plus side, this lets me ask you guys a question; who do you think is gonna win? I’m curious :)