Reuniting with Belle

You're walking west for less than a minute before you stumble across Belle. She's lying on her side in a bush to the side of the path, her legs sticking out onto the path. Her leggings are ripped and soaked in jizz, and her exposed pussy, is caked in cum too.

"Oh my god, are you okay, Belle?!" You gasp.

"Oh hi, Amber." She sighs with... What sounds like pleasure? "I think... I think so?"

"What do you mean you think so?" You ask, still concerned.

"I think I went 'slut mode' again. I don't remember everything." Belle admits.

After a pause, she adds "I can't believe you left me behind like that."

"I'm sorry. I was just so not okay with the idea of that woman doing... What she said she would do to me." You explain.

"Doesn't matter. No way you could have done anything to save me from that guy anyway. He was way out of both of our leagues. You would have just got the same treatment." Belle says, finally deciding to start trying to push herself back up into a sitting position.

"From Jamie, you mean?" You seek to clarify.

"What? No, from Pablo." Belle says, as if it was obvious.

"Pab-who?" You ask, confused.

"Pablo. Came up from the direction you were walking. Was very polite, explained that he was going to battle me, defeat me, fuck me, and wouldn't be using a condom, but would pull out before he came if I wanted. Which I obviously did."

Belle looks down at her cum-covered crotch, and inspects it with her fingers. There's loads of semen caked on the outside, but after she spreads her pussy lips, it becomes apparent that there's nothing on the inside.

"Looks like he kept to his word." She remarks with relief.

"So Jamie and Marcella just walked straight by you even though they could see that you had no useable Pokemon?" You ask, in disbelief.

"Oh yeah that was weird... So they came up the path, saw him railing me in this bush in the missionary position, and Marcella's eyes went wide as if she'd seen a ghost, and then they both hurried past us without saying a word!"

"I heard them talking about this guy!" Clarity strikes you, and you begin to explain. "I was, erm, hiding in the bushes a bit further up, so they didn't see me, and I heard Marcella talking about that guy. He had told her some really nasty stuff he was going to do to her if he beat them, and she clearly believed he could beat them."

"He probably could." Belle says gravely. "He let my Pikachu shock his Starmie at least 10 times before he instructed it to use an offensive move."

That shocks you even more, and makes you feel rather anxious.

"Belle... Have we made a huge mistake, becoming Pokemon trainers?" You ask in a timid voice. "Are we in way over our heads?"

"We can't think like that." Belle responds instantly, pulling herself to her feet. "We have ****, thanks to that video we made with Bo and Baz. And also, no. Just no. I have to do this. I have to prove myself to... I just have to prove myself."

"You have to prove yourself to who?" You press, curious.

"We had better get moving east." Belle ignores your line of questioning. "Pablo will be back from that clearing soon, I'm sure, when he realizes nobody else is there."

As much as you're interested about her motivations for becoming a Pokemon Trainer, you're even more interested in avoiding any and all other male trainers while you're out of usable Pokemon.

You are about to agree, and then you look back at Belle, and frown.

"Don't you want to, um, clean up first?" You gesture to her pussy, still visibly frosted with 'icing'.

"I... I didn't think to bring any tissues or wipes." She admits. "I guess I really am new to this."

"I don't have any either." You can't help but giggle at how ridiculous this is. "We're so in over our heads."

You place a hand on the base of your spine, where you received your own recent cumshot, realizing for the first time that you just got dressed without cleaning the baby batter off of your butt. Yep, you're still lightly glazed yourself.

"I guess it hardly matters." Belle sighs. "I could clean up now, and then the next person who sees me might just give me a fresh serving anyway."

"That's... Actually a lot more likely than not, isn't it." You are **** to admit.

"Amber... I'm sorry but I think I need to rip a band-aid off here. If we can't go back to Viridian tonight... If we need to head on for Pewter... I think we might both be in for a lot of sex before we get out of this forest. I've accepted that now. And I think you need to, too. You need to accept that anything can and probably will happen to us here." Belle says, while looking at you straight in the eyes with a serious face.

You sigh and nod. "You're right."

"It's going to be a tough day." Belle continues. "But we'll get through it. We just have to accept it for what it is. Amber, repeat after me. We're going to get fucked a lot today."

"We're going to get fucked a lot today." You obediently repeat.

"We're going to suck some cock."

"We're going to suck some cock."

"We're going to get our pussies pounded while we lie in the dirt."

"We're going to get our pussies pounded while we lie in the dirt."

"We're going to..." Belle gulps. "We're going to lose our anal virginities."

You wince, and smile, and take a sharp intake of breath.

Belle senses that you're not hesitating about repeating that because you can't bring yourself to say that, but for another reason.

"What?" She demands.

"So... You know how I said I was hiding in the bushes. I never said I was alone." You admit shyly.

"Oh Amber." Belle's voice is full of pity. "Was it... Was it bad?"

You give her a weak smile. "The GutGrimer is amazing, and I think I owe it my sanity. But unfortunately, some of the men in this part of Kanto... Are fucking evil."

Belle instinctively comes in for a hug, and you immediately embrace her back. You are hugely comforted - having an ally in this messed up world is absolutely invaluable, you realize, and you never want to let go.

But then you both hear a man casually whistling, to the west.

"We need to go." Belle says urgently.

"Yep." You agree.

You run down the path to the east, still both with your respective body parts covered in slowly drying man-cream.