[Skye POV Switch] Don't Do Drugs, Kids

Indy sighs into your shoulder, and you rub his back reassuringly. He had cum an awful lot in the past 15 minutes, and he really did need a break. You tenderly plant a kiss on the crown of his head, and he smiles, melting your heart as you look at him. His messy hair, the sparkle of his eyes, and the way he smiles make him one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen. You stare at him, taking in every detail and studying his physique to engrain it into your memory. It wouldn’t be long before he left you, and then all you’ll have left would be memories of how he made you feel. Huh, his face looks really swollen. Maybe from all the kissing?

“AAAAAAAAH!” Vivi screams in orgasm, and you glare at her. The stuck-up bitch got what she deserved. No one insults your friends and gets away with it. Indy doesn’t have the balls? Well, he just emptied them all over and in you! A twinge of jealousy passes through you as you take in her appearance. It should have been you covered in his cum, begging for another orgasm. His sperm was wasted on her, on someone who wouldn’t appreciate it. But you enjoyed doing that, being dominant for once with Indy to help you. Being a sub was fun, and when the person using you was actually a decent person like Indy, it was amazing. But the way your rage took over, granting you the confidence to straight up manhandle Vivian, made you tingle with delight. She deserved it for being such an asshole, muscling in on your property, insulting you, insulting him, and so much more. Not to mention the fact that she tried to get you gangbanged for hours. No one deserves that fate, not even her.

“Hey, you can stop the cameras now. I think we’re good here.” You say, and the camera lady smiles at you.

“Well, thanks for the interview. I don’t think we asked you a single question, yet this was still one of the most viewed streams of all time.” The camera lady walks over to Vivi and begins to remove the toys you placed on her, and as you watch, Daisy clears her throat to get your attention.

“Rose and I have to run now. Here’s the money that… Vivian should have given you.” She says sweetly, transferring the full 700 PD to you.

“Wait! You gave us an extra 150!”

“Call it a bonus for such a great show.” She says with a wink, and then she and her fiancée step over Vivi to leave. At this point, most of the toys have been taken off, and Vivian stands up and takes a towel that the camera lady offers.

“I will say, that was a hell of a lot better than the last interview.” She says with a grin, her smile growing wider at your look of disbelief. How is she fine?? Just a few minutes ago, she was broken and begging for more. “Oh sweetie, did you really think you and your friend are that good? I’ve been doing this since before you even grew those lovely tits of yours, and it’ll take a lot longer than 15 minutes to reduce me to a quivering mess.”

“You were acting?!” You half-shout in shock.

“Well, I wasn’t acting out the orgasms, but the mind-broken bits and the pornstar moaning were all for show. The two of you really did make me cum a lot, and I just loved the way you got all angry at the end. Did anyone ever tell you that you look so adorable when you’re pissed?”

“I-” You don’t know how to respond to that.

“Honestly, the two of you would be in the top twenty for best threesomes.” Well, that makes you feel slightly better.

“How many are there?”

“22.” And there goes your self-esteem. Vivian wipes off her face and hands the towel back, letting her camera lady collar and leash her. You look at her questioningly, and she gives you a smirk. “Well, the act only works if I take a while to get my senses back. For the next 2 or 3 hours, I’m going to parade around naked while begging people to fuck me. It’ll be fun!”

"And I have to look after her... Just like the previous 500 times..." The camera lady mutters. Poor camera lady. You don't even know her name, or anything else about her.

You watch Vivian’s face morph back into the horny, empty, and blissful look that she had before and her camera lady starts to lead her nude and dripping cum down the hall, 3 vibrators still attached to her nipples and cunt. Are all news workers this sadistic and/or masochistic? Is she really going to walk around the streets naked? It isn’t rare for trainers to make losers walk through the streets nude, but at the same time, it’s so humiliating that most trainers don’t do it because the loser will usually negotiate to remove it as an option.

“CUMMING!” Vivi screams again, collapsing to her knees, and you see the camera lady roughly pull her to her feet again, making her stumble to the elevator. If that’s how she gets off, who are you to judge?

“I really enjoyed that! Thanks for the interview!” She says as the elevator doors close, and it’s just you and Indy left in the hallway. He seems to have fallen asleep on your shoulder, poor kid. All tuckered out from cumming litres of sperm. You rub his hair affectionately and he stirs, planting a light kiss on your jaw and looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

“Alright… Let’s-let’s go heal our Pokémon” Indy gasps, and you both stand up. He’s swaying on his feet unsteadily, clutching his chest as he breathes heavily, laboured breaths failing to get oxygen into him.

“You okay?” you ask in concern, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I… I-I can’t breathe…” He gasps. He takes an unsteady step forward and collapses into your arms, the sudden weight making you lose your balance, and both of you fall to the floor. God, he was heavy.

“INDY!” You scream as he lies atop you motionless. Shit, what happened?? You crawl out from under him and flip him over onto his stomach. No, no, no! He is not dying after giving you the best sex of your life. You press three fingers against his neck, confirming a weak and fast pulse. But he isn’t breathing. Fuck, what do you do?!

Calm down. More than half your family works in medicine. You know what to do.

You grab your Pokédex and quickly dial the emergency number, 699. Your hands shake as you press the buttons, and you mess up twice, cursing yourself as you finally get the numbers right. It starts to ring and you start chest compressions, trying to get the oxygen flowing into his blood.

“Don’t you fucking die on me!” You scream, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Why is it taking so long for them to pick up?!

“699, what’s your emergency?”

“I need an ambulance at Viridian City Pokécenter, bottom floor outside of the practice arena! My friend- My friend passed out, and he isn’t breathing!”

“Okay, ma’am. What’s your name?” The calm voice on the other end says.

“Skye, Skye Gold.” Comes your breathless reply.

“Okay, Skye. Do you know what happened?”

“We- we were having sex, and then we took Xplosions and then he came a lot and then he said he was tired and then…” You ramble in panic, trying to describe everything in one breath. Your arms start to ache, but you aren’t going to stop. Indy saved your life twice, and you will not let him die here. You stop, tilt his head up and push your lips against his, exhaling into his mouth. You wait a bit and do it again before restarting chest compressions.

“Ma’am, deep breaths. Everything’s going to be fine. The ambulance will be there in a few minutes. Does he have a pulse?”

“Yes, but it’s really weak. He isn’t breathing, and his face is super swollen!” You say, looking at his once beautiful face, now swollen painfully.

“Skye, do you know if he’s allergic to anything?”

“I don't know! Why would I know that?!” You shout, frustrated at the lack of help. Why the fuck would you know his allergies?

“It’s okay, your friend is going to be fine. He might be having a reaction to the Xplosion you’ve taken. Do you have an EpiPen?”

“No of course not!” God, could these people be any more useless?

“Okay, I’m going to ask you to do CPR. Place your hands on the center of his chest, with your shoulders directly-”

“I KNOW HOW TO DO CPR! I’M ALREADY DOING IT! CAN YOU PLEASE BE HELPFUL?!” You cry, pushing down on his chest as hard as you can despite your screaming muscles. Tears stream down your face because you know what happens in anaphylactic shock. Indy’s going to die because your idiotic dumb ass made him take Xplosion. Wait, shit, it wasn’t Xplosion, you took whatever Daisy gave you. What was that one called? No, save Indy first, figure out what you took later. How long has it been? Where the hell are the paramedics? He only had like 15 minutes or so before he died. Maybe it was already too late?

“No, you can’t think like that. Indy is going to be fine.” You berate yourself as you stop and breathe air into his mouth again. The metallic taste of blood hits your tongue as blood fills his mouth, and you despair of ever seeing him alive again. It’s all your fault. He didn’t want to take the drugs, but you pushed him to, and now he’s going to die. Tears blur your vision and drip onto his bare chest as you look at his face, but you don’t want to waste time clearing your eyes because you know that every second matters.

“The paramedics are almost there, they’ve just entered the lobby. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” The calm voice continues, ignoring the fact that you just screamed at him. You don’t even hear him, you’re that focused on saving your friend’s life.

“Don’t. You. Die. On. Me!” You scream, letting out a choked sob as Indy lays there responseless, not even reacting to your ministrations. You don’t even notice the elevator beep as it opens, or the sound of the paramedics calling to you.

“Ma’am!”

“LET ME GO!” You scream as you’re suddenly pulled off of Indy. The paramedic holds you in a strong grip as his two partners lift your friend onto a stretcher, one of them jabbing something into his thigh.

“Look at me. No, look at me. He’s going to be fine now, okay?” He says in a soothing voice, pulling you along with the stretcher. He drapes a blanket over your nude form and you go up the elevator before being rushed out the front door.

The ambulance ride is a blur. And all you can remember is being terrified of how much of a panic the medics were. You’re an idiot, and one of the best friends you’ve ever made is going to die because of you. This is karma, isn’t it? You were such a bitch to Vivi, that fate itself is punishing you. You made him take the drug to fuck the news reporter, only for it to break him and by extension, your heart.

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Is he okay? You'll have to wait to find out :D

Next update probably February at some point, so you'll have to wait to see if Indy makes it. Maybe I'll kill him off and continue the story from a Blue POV?

Hehe :3