Back to Oak

You walk up to the counter, **** to get out of this Pokecenter as quickly as possible.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know about losing a Pokemon Battle." One older man says in a gravelly voice as you past him. You do your best to pretend you didn't hear him.

"I'm here for my Charmander." You say to Nurse Joy, your voice slightly shaking. Despite it being strictly illegal for the men to touch you here against your will, it still feels really scary to be surrounded by men who would clearly love nothing more than to rip off your clothes and take their turns with you right here and now.

"Certainly." If Nurse Joy can feel the tension in the room, she doesn't show it. She pulls a Pokeball out from beneath the counter and hands it to you. "He's as good as new."

"Thank you." You say gratefully, and then look at Belle and nod towards the door. She nods back in agreement, and you turn to leave.

Two men about your age suddenly block your way.

"Just wanted you two Pokesluts to know." One of them says with a snicker.

"We're going to battle you two soon." The other one continues. "Real soon."

"And then we're going to fuck you senseless." The first one says, licking his lips. "The name's Bo."

"And mine is Baz." The second one adds. "Remember them."

"Get the fuck out of our way." You say, scowling furiously.

"Hehehe." The men stare at you mockingly, but they also know better than to actually do something that would count as **** right now. They stand aside and allow you to pass.

"You'd better make sure you have some extra large condoms on you, if you don't want me going on raw." Bo jeers after you as you head through the double doors.

"I bet she loves it raw, really." Baz follows that up with, before the doors close behind you.

On the street, you're finally alone. Kind of. There's nobody in direct earshot, but there's still plenty of people milling around, and not one goes by without giving you a good look up and down. Men are shameless with it, exploring your bodies with their eyes as if you're pieces of meat with no purpose beyond being objects of their sexual desire. Women mostly wrinkle their noses, as if to suggest that they disapprove of your choices to become Pokemon Trainers, and almost as if they blame you for perpetuating the way modern society treats women.

"Maybe we should like, find somewhere quiet to sit down and talk. Get to know each other a little more." Belle suggests.

"We should do that soon." You agree. "But I've actually got an errand to run. I promised Professor Oak back in Pallet Town that I'd bring this parcel back to him. It's fine if you want to stay safe in the city until I return."

"No way!" Belle retorts. "You're my ticket to a safe night's sleep. I'm not letting you out of my sight. Let's go."

And so you two scantily clad women head back to the edge of the city, and the entrance to Route 1.

"Right, let's be careful now." Belle says. "As soon as we hit the line of trees, we'll be eligible for being challenged. And thanks to that video that just played on channel 1, I think that there's probably a hundred guys out there hunting for us. Most are probably in route 22 or Viridian forest, thinking that's where we'd head, but a few might be smart enough to remember you're from Pallet Town and might have a reason to come back this way."

"Don't worry, I'm on the same page as you." You say, as you reach the tree line. "I don't want to have to wait another 24 hours for the Viridian City PokeCenter to work its magic, so I want to keep Charmander as safe as possible until I buy some potions. What about you? How come you haven't had to put Pikachu in for the same healing treatment? Have you been using lots of potions?"

"Hmm?" Belle looks guilty, as if she's hiding something. "Oh yeah. The 24 hour thing. Yeah, no, I've been using potions." She's turning a little red.

"...You agreed to the nude photo, didn't you." You say with an accusatory tone.

"24 hours is a long time!" She whines in defence.

You just shake your head and roll your eyes. "It's your pussy. You can show it to who you want."

Slut. You think to yourself. Maybe we're not as similar as I thought.

You keep a decent pace through the tall grass, even hopping down little verges when given the opportunity to take shortcuts. It's tiring work, and you don't have as much opporunity for idle chatter as you expected. You don't find out much more about Belle other than that she also lost her oral and vaginal virginity within 24 hours of becoming a Pokemon Trainer, and the Pikachu she's using used to belong to her father. But the good news is that you make it back to Pallet Town without incident.

Pallet Town may lack a shopping district and a Pokemon Center, but it does have a prestigious laboratory. And inside that laboratory, Professor Oak and his aides are busy at work.

"Try amplifying the fluctuator while the centrifuge is in equilibrium." Oak instructs his aide who is operating some complicated futuristic looking piece of machinery. "But watch out for unstable S-waves."

You cough loudly to get his attention.

The aide jumps in surprise, and his hand slips, turning a knob much higher than he meant to.

"Oh shit!" He screams.

A Pokeball that had been spinning rapidly in midair above the machine opens up, and a Jynx appears for a split second, screaming with confusion before disappearing back inside the Pokeball. And then a blast of energy shoots out of the Pokeball in all directions, sending you, Belle, the aide and Professor Oak to the ground.

The machine stops, and you all groan with confusion and discomfort.

"What in the world..." The aide looks at his and Oak's pants. Both have huge tenting erections, as clear as the eye can see.

And down below, in your own crotch, you can feel yourself getting wet. Really wet. Like, the horniest you've ever been wet. And then accompanying the arousal and the sexual desire, you can feel a burning sensation. Your pussy feels like it's on fire, and your nipples too! They're rock hard, and they feel like they're being pressed against a hot plate. And it feels like... It almost feels like your body is telling you... That the only way to cool them off is to expose them to the cold fresh air...