Perspective Shift: Blue(4)

“WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FUCKING BATS IN HERE!?”

Your shriek of frustration echoes through the large cave, and Nidoran knocks out yet another Zubat, probably the thirtieth one so far. It’s been nice to get the new girl some training, but it has just been nonstop since you came in here. Your partner looks a little hurt, so you give her a Potion and return her to your ball.

You have decided not to spend the night at the Route 4 Pokécenter, like some people do. You did run in there for a quick shower, but then made your way straight into Mt. Moon. And have been assaulted by wave after wave of blue and purple bats the entire time. You’ve made a little progress at least, and you’re pretty sure you’re going the right way.

This is all doing a wonderful job of keeping your mind off of the gangbang from earlier, from your near miss… but it’s not doing a perfect job. You’re proud of yourself for making it through that, and you did enjoy it to an extent, but… you need to get better. The likelihood of that being the only time something like that happens is next to zero, and you cannot afford to be pushed so near to breaking every time. ‘I have to train. Not just my Pokémon, but my will!’

As you stride forward, doing your best not to think about the thing you are thinking about, you literally bump into something. “Oh, sorry!” You say reflexively, then remember that you’re in the middle of a cave. It’s probably just a rock or- oh.

Standing at your feet, looking up at you curiously and tugging on your pant leg, is a Pokémon. A pale pink, slightly round creature with what looks like a swirl of hair on its forehead… a Clefairy!?

The normal type continues looking up at you, it’s head tilted. “Oh, uh… hi?” You say lamely at the wild Pokémon. It responds by waving up at you, smiling. “Aw, you’re cute. Very friendly too… Do you want come with me?” You hold out a Pokéball, hoping that this little one will come with you of its own accord, like Nidoran. Such a rare find would really impress Gramps, and be a great teammate.

The pink Pokémon ponders, crossing its arms and staring at the ball you’ve offered. It does so for a full minute, before nodding to itself, a decision made. It leaps back suddenly, putting up its dukes and staring you down.

Chuckling, you say “Oh, have to prove myself, huh? Alright, that’s fine. Hope you’re ready to be mine! Go, Wartortle!” Determined to catch this rare find, you send your most powerful partner out first. “Water Gun!” Immediately, you command your starter to attack, and a burst of pressurized water flies towards the Clefairy and connects. The pink Pokémon staggers, not expecting such a heavy hit, but keeps to its feet.

A charging ball of cuteness rushes your turtle, then slaps him in the face a few times. Wartortle looks more emotionally hurt then physically, and Bites the wild Pokémon without command, causing it to cry out in pain. It looks fairly hurt, and it’s being held in place by your partner’s jaws, so now is as good a time as any. You throw a Pokéball, which draws the normal type in with a flash of red light.

One… Two… Three… Click! “Yes! Great job buddy!” You give your starter a pat on the head, while he rubs his stinging cheek. Recalling him, you scoop up Clefairy’s Pokéball, humming happily to yourself. Two new friends in one day, you’re on a roll!

“Impressive. Not just anyone can capture the attention of a Clefairy, or the Pokémon itself.” A deep, masculine voice cuts into your celebration, coming from just a little ways in front of you. It’s rumbly, yet smooth, and the man it belongs to is only about fifteen feet away. He must have walked up during your brief battle. Just who is - oh sweet Arceus he’s hot.

About ten feet away from you, leaning one shoulder up against the cave wall, is the hottest man you have ever seen. He’s 6’0” tall and clearly well built, with a slim form but wide shoulders. His hair is a thick, shoulder-length, ash-blonde mop, but it doesn’t look uncared for. It frames an incredibly handsome face, with a chiseled jaw and prominent cheekbones, as well as piercing eyes of a pale red, just barely not pink. He could easily be a male model, or a famous heartthrob actor in romance movies.

His clothes only heighten his attractiveness; a tight gray shirt with a faint v-neck that reveals a glimpse of his pecs, and dark gray pants tied with a brown leather belt that hug his legs. He has a light brown overcoat, full length and open at the front, with a high collar. Topping it all off is a strange necklace sitting against his chest, a polished steel ring with the letter R sitting in the middle.

It comes to your attention that you’ve just been staring this man down for at least two full minutes, ogling him without saying a word. “Uh, mhm. Yes. What was the question?”

A faint smirk plays on his lips. “I haven’t asked one.”

“Oh, um… What’s your name?” You give him a sheepish smile, hoping he doesn’t think you’re a weirdo. He probably does…

“Leon. And you are?”

“Blue Oak, from Pallet Town. Nice to meet you.” You march up to him and hold out a hand, doing your best to overcome the awkwardness of this meeting.

He takes your hand, still smirking. “Likewise. Once again, nice catch. Are you on your way to Cerulean, or Pewter?”

“Thanks. And Cerulean, I just got my Boulder Badge.” You answer, proud to announce your accomplishment.

A strange wistfulness passes through his eyes briefly, but it’s gone so quickly that you may have imagined it. “On your journey to collect eight badges, hm? Good luck with that, I hear it can be pretty rough.” He turns around, looking over his shoulder to continue speaking. “One of the typical campsites for people traveling through is just over here. It’s where I was when I heard you start talking to that Clefairy, and decided to check it out. If you aren’t against sharing a camp, you may want to consider stopping for the day; you look pretty beat, if you don’t mind me saying.”

Well, this means you aren’t lost, at the very least. And he’s right, you are pretty tired. Probably best to take him up on his offer. “Sure, I could use a break. Thanks.”

With a silent nod, the ash-haired man starts walking, disappearing around a bend after only a few feet. You follow quickly, not wanting to lose him. As you round the bend, you see the campsite, tucked away in an alcove. There’s a fire going, but the natural geometry makes it so you can’t see it until you are past the bend, which is why you haven’t noticed up until this point. Leon is already sitting back down near the fire, checking on some pieces of meat that he apparently had cooking in a pan next to the flames.

“Wow, smells good…” You say as you approach the campfire, plopping down on the ground a few feet from the handsome man. Taking a better look at Leon in the light, he looks to be in his late twenties probably, and he really is so hot. Like a perfect mix of ruggedness and pretty-boy looks that make him appealing to everyone. His eyes are intense, seemingly always thinking about something else far away, and they give him an aura of mystery that is… enticing.

“Would you like some? I have enough to share.” The man offers, and you quickly nod your head. It smells way better than anything you could make, and you’re hungry. Smiling softly, Leon pulls a pair of plates out of… where, exactly? You didn’t quite see. After checking to make sure the meat is done, he takes two pieces and places them on each plate before handing one to you. “There you are. Careful, it’s hot.”

Holding your hand over the food, you tell he’s right, so you decide to wait a while before digging in. “Thank you for the food. So, what are you doing here in Mt. Moon, Leon?” Might as well strike up a conversation.

“Oh, I’m here to gather some data.” He says nonchalantly.

“Data? So you’re a scientist or researcher of some kind?” You ask, curious.

The red-eyed man chuckles. “Not quite. I work for one, and I gather data for him. He makes… a variety of things. Like this, for instance.” Leon pulls a strange, rectangular mechanical device, with a keypad and screen. It looks almost like an old cellphone, but sci-fi-ified. “Are you thirsty, by chance?”

Staring at this man, you are most definitely thirsty, but you don’t think he means it like that. “I could use something to drink, yeah.”

Leon smiles a little, then types something into the device. Suddenly, with no sound or visual cue of any kind, a thermos and two cups appear on the ground next to him. As you start in shock, he begins pouring tea from the thermos into both cups as he explains. “It’s a portable version of the PC system. The one that lets us store Pokémon and items digitally. Still a prototype, hard to come by.”

“That’s incredible!” Your jaw drops at the concept alone; but there’s a prototype right here! Accepting the tea offered by Leon, you sip it absentmindedly. It’s good, if a little more bitter than you usually like. “So are those going to be on the market soon? Is that why you’re collecting data, to help finish them?”

After taking a bite of meat and a drink from his own cup, the ash-haired man answers. “Possibly. I don’t know the specifics, though it is one of the things I’m testing.”

You feel your chest growing warm as the tea slips down your esophagus, and the rest of your body starts to heat up slightly as well. That’s good tea. “Well, I definitely want to have one of those! Hopefully they end up being commonplace, that would be so useful!”

You find yourself staring at his lips when he responds… they look soft. “I hope so as well. It would be nice if everyone could have something so convenient.” His red eyes flicker in the firelight, like dancing embers.

The warmth in your body continues spreading… and intensifying. Your crotch especially starts to heat up, and you can feel a faint wetness starting to form. The heat is reaching your mind too, and it’s getting harder to think clearly. “What… um, other things are you testing?”

Leon stretches his neck, and you can’t help but stare at his muscles as they flex. “Oh, nothing interesting. Stuff I don’t understand, mostly. You shouldn’t let your food or tea get cold. Go on.” He takes another bite and drinks, chewing quietly.

Right, food. You tear off a bit from your own piece of meat, and pop it into your mouth. It’s beef, and tasty beef at that. Washing it down with another gulp of tea, you feel the heat in your body increase dramatically, and you let out a small gasp. If your brain weren’t so foggy, you might be able to realize the connection between the tea you’re drinking and that strange heat, but as you are, you notice nothing. Your thighs rub together uncomfortably, a faint wet spot forming on the groin of your jeans. The warmth is all over you, encompassing you, clouding your mind and filling you with lust. It’s focused mostly in your vagina, but also starts filling your breasts… filling them… filling them? They’re… getting bigger. Your bra feels almost painfully tight, and your tight t-shirt is straining.

You look up at Leon, to see if he’s noticed your odd state, but he seems to just be staring down at his food… when suddenly, in a flash of movement, his brown overcoat is discarded, and you feel a pulse of arousal at seeing what little of his muscular arms is revealed by his short-sleeve shirt. The tight, light-gray fabric leaves little to the imagination… not that you have to imagine for much longer. The sexy man pulls his shirt off next, and you start literally drooling as his ripped torso is put on display. He’s an adonis. His muscles are all perfectly defined, and shining lightly with sweat. The only thing on his upper body now is his steel necklace, the ring with a R in the middle, sitting between his hard pecs.

“More tea, Blue.” He says quietly, his deep voice sending pleasant vibrations through your ears.

You vaguely remember something about needing to train your willpower, but that thought vanishes with the next gulp of tea. Most thoughts do, actually. The heat is becoming unbearable, and without thought, you shoot a hand between your legs. You start rubbing yourself through your jeans, right in front of Leon, your food forgotten. Your chest continues to swell, and it feels like it’s… sloshing? You need to get your bra off, it fucking hurts. You rub your womanhood, panting, red-faced, drooling at the sight of the shredded man before you and struggling to undo the clasp of your bra through the back of your shirt.

“Would you like some help, Blue?” The gorgeous man asks gently, his red eyes now staring directly into your own vacant brown pools. Help… you do need help, with several things… he could help with all of them.