Stop that Pokemon!

The smell of breakfast wafts into the tent rousing you from your slumber. John isn’t next to you, you pull a dress out of your bag. The violet fabric hanging loose around your body, showing off your ample cleavage. You stumble out of the tent, wiping the sleep from your eyes. John is making a big pan of eggs and sausage. John had convinced you to take the wooded route around Saffron towards Celadon, he said he knew of a spot where the Volbeat would swarm and light up the sky with their mating dance. It was romantic laying under the starry night sky bundled up in John’s arms. The Volbeat emerged from the tree tops, their butts lighting up the sky a dozen yard above the trees. It looked like the stars were moving, dancing for your own entertainment.

“Morning. I thought I was going to have to wake you up,” John says spooning the breakfast out for the two of you. The food smells fantastic, he slices up a pinap berry to split before handing your plate to you. The taste of his eggs are heavenly, and the pinap is perfectly ripe. You feel full long before your plate is clean, and hand the rest over to John.

“Mmmm, however could I repay you for such a delicious breakfast,” you flirt crawling towards him. Kneeling between his legs, you kiss his crotch. Your lips separated from his cock by his jeans.

Just as you pull on the zipper, you hear, “Stop that Patrat! He’s got my keys!” You turn towards the voice and see a young man chasing after a Patrat. You lunge towards your bag grabbing the first ball you can find. Runt emerges alongside John’s Nincada. The Patrat dodges their initial attacks, managing to snake past all of you. Just as you are about to command Runt to chase it, you hear a loud rustling from the bushes. A stampede of Patrat emerge into your campsite, they hit you like a wall knocking you off your feet.

When the commotion clears you see the camp is destroyed. The tent half torn down, and little footprints all over the place. The young man approaches out of breath. “Did,” *pant*, “you get my,” *pant*, “keys?” he manages to ask between his labored breathing. You cut a glance over to John who turns his hands up telling you that he didn’t get them either. You just shake your head no. “Oh, no. Those were the only keys. I’ll have to call a locksmith from Saffron, I’ll be locked out of my house for days.”

“Do you need to use my phone?” you ask reaching into your bag. Your eyes go wide when you see your bag, everything is gone. A few scattered belongings being all that’s left. “Those little thieves.”

“They took all my stuff too,” John says realizing he’s been robbed by the wild horde. You pet Runt, realizing that even her ball is missing. “Well, we have to get our stuff back so we can search for your keys too.”

The young man grabs John’s hand, “Oh thank you so much. My name’s Victor, I live in a cabin just over there. Those Patrat have been terrorizing my farm for days, but before I could get anybody out to clear them they came in full **** today.”

“Can you track them?” you ask Runt. She sniffs the ground before barking in the direction they went. You and John gather up what is left of the camp. Both of your phones, all the pokeballs, and most of everything else is missing. Runt and Nincada will have to be enough for to retrieve all of your belongings. Victor returns to his house as to not slow the two of you down.

Runt leads the group further into the woods. Along the way you find some lost items dropped along the way. Your panties tangled in a bush, John’s bug net wrapped around a jutting rock, and the missing tent pole dropped on the ground where a Patrat tried to fit in a narrow gap. You’re worried about never finding any of your stuff. All of your partner pokemon lost, your phone with all your money, and even your badges. Your pokemon journey would effectively be over. Luckily John seems to be optimistic keeping the mood light as Runt leads you closer and closer to the Patrat home.

Runt crouches low growling. “Shhh,” John says getting low himself. You look into the clearing ahead. Patrat and a few Watchog are running about dropping their ill gotten goods into a pile. You can see your phone laying in the pile, this is it. Your stuff is here. You move to charge in with Runt at your side when John’s hand grabs your wrist stopping you. “Look over there,” John points away from the pile.

Looking away from the pile, you see what John is referring to. Laying in the entrance to a big burrow hole in the hillside is a. . .