An untimely rescue

Discomfort. You wake up to a complete feeling of discomfort. It’s as if you were sleeping in paradise, but woke up in garbage. Your vision is blurred by harsh hues, and the air feels putrid and stagnant. You cough up a cloud of pink fumes, then idly reach a hand between your bare legs to stave off your primal needs long enough for Erika to touch you properly. Oh yeah, where’s Erika? She’ll fix the air, right? And then make you feel good, and say nice things? You masturbate harder, just imagining the moment you can hear Erika’s voice again, and smell her wonderful presence, getting rid of all this smoggy, infectious air-

“Yo, loser! The hell are you doing!? Where do you even think you are, anyway!?”

A voice? Not Erika’s though. You look up from your sitting position on the ground and see a girl standing against a black night sky. The strong colors are hard to see through, but… Kinda light brown hair… and a black shirt… purple skirt…

“Erika?” you ask hopefully.

“No, Slutbrain. It’s Gina. Did that gas turn you slutty AND blind?”

Gina. Gina… Not Erika. She’s the one who… was really mean. So basically the opposite of Erika. You don’t like her! The thoughts sober you up like a splash of cold water. Actually, that’s just Gina, literally splashing cold water on you from her bottle.

“Would you close your legs already? People are looking. I’m not gonna be responsible if the paparazzi shows up, you know.”

The background slowly comes into focus, where you see people walking by very slowly. Obviously they’re taking their time as they stare right at you. Bashfully, you cover your boobs and close your legs. It’s just like Erika said! The outside world is full of awful people trying to sexually objectify you!

Gina rummages through a backpack that you vaguely recognize and picks out some pieces of cloth, then throws them at you.

“Put these on,” she orders you.

Reluctantly, you do. Gross. Clothes. Erika said your body was too perfect to be concealed by silly things like clothes. Not to mention they feel rough and stifling. The top feels too tight because there’s no space for your naturally hard nipples, and the pants end up sticking to your pussy because it’s wet, like always. Clothes are a dumb idea. Girls should always be naked, since it’s their natural state anyway. That’s what Erika said, and she’s right.

Gina gestures for you to follow her, and you do. You’re not sure why. Maybe she’s taking you to Erika?

“Are you taking me to Erika?” you ask like a homesick puppy.

“No, Cuntlicker. I’m taking you AWAY from her.”

“WHY!?!?” you exclaim.

“Two words: Pokemon Master,” she replies forcefully. Those words sound so familiar. You feel like you really identify with those words, which must mean…

“That’s me!” you state cheerfully.

“NO, dumbass. That’s not you. Five minutes ago, you were a slutty pair of boobs hanging out of some bushes. To become a Pokemon Master, you need to beat Erika, not become another collectible in her lesbian garden.”