Walking Quietly Through the Forest

It’s a strange and terrifying thing, walking through the eerily silent woods, exposed and defenseless, with zero useable Pokemon between you with which to avoid any further male trainers immediately claiming your bodies as their prizes.

Any awkward conversation you would have is superceded by a need for caution and quietness - you advance together down the winding path towards Pewter City in silence.

When you do speak, it’s very carefully, for example when you are squatting down to search an abandoned picnic site by the side of the path.

“Belle.” You whisper in her ear, after getting her attention by tapping her shoulder. “Are there any items that can, you know, wake up and heal a Pokemon that’s fainted? Without needing to get all the way to a PokeCenter?”

Belle nods slowly.

“It’s called a revive. They’re new and a bit expensive. I’ve watched a few videos about them, and they’re starting to appear in the PokeMarts in the richer parts of Kanto. They’re blue and cylindrical, with a grey bit at the top.”

You rummage through the empty containers and discarded blanket, while Belle keeps speaking, her volume slightly raising so that you can still hear her.

“Anyone else who’s bought any isn’t about to give one to us. They’re valuable items, not the sort of thing you’re just going to find laying around.”

“Laying around like that?”

On the ground, underneath where the red picnic blanket had been until you just moved it, is a blue cylindrical item, with a grey bit a the top.

“Well I’ll be.” Belle breathes.

“I assume it’s already been used?” You ask.

“Well, it’s possible, but as far as I understand, replacing the grey lid after use is fiddly and pointless. So, perhaps…” Belle replies, with hope in her voice.

You pick up the device, which seems, for all intents and purposes, as good as new.

“So with this, I could get Charmander back right now!” You let out a girly squeak of glee. “Do you know how it works?”

“I do, I do! All you have to do is-“

Belle’s excited blabber is interrupted by a male voice coming from somewhere in the trees nearby.

“Who’s there?!”

You look at each other, with panic in your eyes. In your excitement, you both completely forgot to remain quiet.

“Fuck!” You both squeal, and then quickly scramble to your feet and sprint down the path.

You can hear a rustle, and then the sound of heavy footsteps chasing you from behind.

You run as fast as you can, but, well, that’s not actually that fast. You haven’t really had so much as a proper breather ever since Duncan tried his best to break you via your delicate backdoor. Your legs are still shaky, your thighs are still covered in cum, and your energy is depleted.

In less than a minute, the man is upon you.

“Pinsir, GO!”

A Pokeball flies over your head, and suddenly a menacing Pinsir is standing in front of you, blocking your path, and forcing you to stop.