A roster change

Professor Stump sighs. Having a laptop in your room is pretty convenient, but after talking to her both over the phone and over video chat, you’ve decided you definitely prefer not being able to see her touching her fingers to her forehead while she sighs at you.

“You really should be looking up type advantages yourself. You can buy a handbook, find a type chart on the very same laptop you’re talking to me from, or even find one on your phone, but I’ll give you a freebie just this once. Water-types are weak against Grass and Electric-type pokemon. You won’t find any Electric-types around there, but there are some Oddish to the west of Cerulean. It’s also a common training ground, so you can find some trainers to battle as well and believe me, you need the experience. Did you really think you’d be okay with just one pokemon?”

“It… It was the first gym so I thought it would be fine. I’ll do better this time! I promise. Thanks Professor,” you say dejectedly.

“Hey, can’t we do anything about this whole ‘professor’ thing? I’m not a-”

*click*

You stand up to get dressed, being careful not to brush your oversensitive nethers against anything in the process. Thanks to yesterday’s events, wearing the same clothes as yesterday is out of the question. You throw them in the wash and turn your attention to your only available set of clothing. Your bra, similar to the one in the wash, struggles to hook in the back, and your generous globes overflow from it. Where your previous panties were a g-string that did nothing to protect your modesty, this pair is a thong which at least has a front and back. Though the entire thing is too small for you, and the back bunches up and slides between your asscheeks, leaving you little more covered than you were with the first pair. Great… You situate them carefully, trying not to make your delicate situation any worse.

Moving on, you slide on a pair of daisy dukes so short the bottom of your asscheeks are showing. You swear these were a proper pair of jeans when you bought them. Last is a flannel shirt. This one isn’t so bad, you like how it looks even if it is a bit tomboyish. That is, you like how it looks until you realize all the buttons have been popped off except the one right below your tits. Thanks, Rifure Town.

Standing in front of the mirror with your cleavage and midriff on full display and a patch of denim covering your crotch, you basically look like the sluttiest cowgirl around. You consider putting your hair in a braided ponytail, but decide against it. As you leave, Nurse Joy is thankfully occupied with another customer, otherwise you’re sure she’d comment on your apparel.

You head west into the tall grass and after only a few minutes, you find your target. No time for games, this pokemon is yours.

“Diglett, go! Use Scratch!” Alright, a solid hit! The Oddish, still unaware of your presence, is sent bounding back by the sudden attack! Recovering, the Oddish shifts the leaves on its head, and small beams of light travel from Diglett back to Oddish. It seems to take a lot out of Diglett, but it’s still kicking. Right, you looked this up. Grass-type attacks aren’t only effective against Water-types, but also Ground-types like your Diglett. It’s okay though, trained pokemon still have the advantage over wild pokemon, so you can pull this off.

“Diglett, use Sand Attack!” The highly immobile pokemon stays perfectly still through the attack, being buffeted by the cloud of sand head-on. Diglett quickly relocates after the attack, and Oddish continues facing the same direction, flexing its leaves at nothing. You order Diglett to Scratch again, and Oddish is barely standing afterwards. Now’s your chance.

“Pokeball, go!” Hehe, that felt kind of good to say, even though you’re pretty sure it was lame. The pokeball sucks Oddish inside, and after shaking a few times, Oddish is caught.

Pokemon Gained: Oddish (Very Weak, Badly Injured)

You jump up and down and cheer, feeling thrilled at having caught your first pokemon! Your excitement is short-lived, though, as you realize you’ll have to return to the Pokemon Center to heal Oddish before you can train it. Fortunately your fears are unfounded as Nurse Joy is positively swamped with customers, and heals your pokemon while juggling about five other things she’s doing.

You hurry out, not wanting to stay in her hair any longer than necessary, for both your sakes. Returning to the wild, you’re able to find some trainers to battle, and unsurprisingly, you crush them all with grace and superiority. Yup, all of them. Every single one. Well…

Except for one guy. Who the heck walks around with six Pidgeys!? In return for winning, he asks to touch your boobs. Pretty obvious choice, considering your unbuttoned flannel shows them off along with most of your bra… He starts off slow, but by the end he’s popped your tits out of your bra and is running his thumbs over your nipples while he squeezes. You didn’t really set any boundaries against this, or a time limit, so you have **** but to let him continue. It isn’t until he gets an embarrassing squeak out of you that he stops, yet he grins ear-to-ear as though it were some sort of victory for him. You resecure your boobs in your bra with a huff before walking away.

Still, you win the rest of your battles and your pokemon are definitely stronger than before. They’ve even learned some new moves! You also use your signature negotiation skills to glean some extra money. Maybe you could use this to buy some clothes fitting of a respectable lady like yourself. A ball gown maybe, or a business suit. Those carry a lot of authority… The possibilities are endless!

Money Gained: $50, Total: $75

It’s almost time for your rematch with Misty. You just need to make one more visit to the Pokemon Center to heal up after your trainer matches. But looking at the state of things, that might not be possible…

As opposed to last time, Nurse Joy is literally juggling things, passing papers, pokeballs, and keys off to people faster than you can keep track of. You frown and start heading to your room, figuring you’ll watch some TV and get your rematch tomorrow. But just as you get to the stairs, you catch a glance from the pink-haired nurse.

She flings everything she’s holding into the air, vaults over the counter and wades through the crowd to you. She wordlessly grabs you by the wrist and drags you past everyone and up to the counter. “BALLS,” she says, holding her hand out. You hand her your pokeballs, and everyone waits impatiently as your pokemon are healed to full health. She hands them back and flashes you her warmest smile. “Go get ‘em, cowgirl.” She… seems to be earnestly cheering you on.

“Naturally,” you reply, grinning back at her before retreating from the crowd. Strange that she was so eager to help you, but there’s no turning back after she went out of her way like that. It’s time to return to the Cerulean Gym and show off the results of your training!