Route 3 Awaits

“Are you sure route 3 is a good idea?” Belle asks you in hushed tones in the nearby diner, as you both devour pancake after pancake. You hadn’t realized how ravenous you were until you sat down and had food placed in front of you.

You both do your best to ignore the leering eyes of various men sat at the tables around you, both young and old.

“We need to train, and I’m in no hurry to go anywhere near those sadistic bug catchers in the forest any time soon.” You explain. “Maybe we’ll even finally find some ‘normal’ trainers. Ones who just want a quick blowjob after defeat, or, you know, half our PokeCredits.”

“Yeah.” Belle nods. “When I was growing up, I always got the impression that the forfeit sex was just that, a bit of sex. Nothing so **** and cruel. At least, not most of the time.”

“Maybe we’ve just been unlucky so far.” You add, with hope in your voice and your heart.

Still you both can’t help but feel rather nervous as you amble towards the boundary between the city and route 3. As soon as you cross the threshold, you are fair game again, and that means that there’s at least a small chance you’re about to end up once again on your knees, with your holes full of cruel cock.

You approach the boundary - the entrance to the countryside is through a narrow valley. A dirt road winds between the two impressive rock faces of the nearby mountains.

And exactly where the boundary is marked, you find a guy who looks like a Pokemon trainer just chilling there, as if waiting for someone.

You pray in vain that he won’t challenge you the second you step across the threshold. You want to fight some wild Pokemon first, before potentially ending up face down in the dirt.

But, as soon as you step into route 3…

“Hey! You two are Pokemon Trainers, right?” He calls out to you, unnecessarily loudly, as if an actor on a stage. “Brock’s been looking for new challengers! Follow me!”

He grabs Belle by the arm, and tries to guide her back towards the city.

“Um, excuse me?!” You snap, as Belle squeaks with panic.

But then, you get a look at his eyes, and realize that his facial expression is way more serious than you expected.

“Follow. Me.” He says, quieter, and more gravely.

“I think we should follow him.” You tell Belle. Your survival instincts have told you that’s the sensible thing to do.

And so, you allow the man to lead you both back towards the city.

“They’re waiting for you behind that first bend. Like 30 of them.” The man says in a low, serious voice once you’re out of earshot of the route entrance. “They want to ambush you as a group and have their way with you all day and night. And I don’t care how slutty you girls are, there’s no way you would enjoy what they have planned for you.”

“Oh my gosh.” Belle says, horrified.

“We have to go to Brock’s gym, now. If we don’t, they’ll know I was just saving you from them, and they’ll never forgive me. I couldn’t think of a better reason to turn you round, than resurrecting my old recruiter role from when I was a kid.”

“Sure. Thank you.” You mutter, shell-shocked from how close you came to another awful day.

“But… How are we supposed to train if both the Viridian Forest and Route 3 entrances are being camped by these bastards?” Belle whines.

“There are secret entrances and exits to most routes. I can show you some for route 3. But first, please, let me keep my story straight. Come meet Brock.”

“Of course. And thank you for saving us.” You agree.