Taking Stock of the Situation

As the adrenaline that’s been coursing through your body for the last few hours finally starts to ebb away, your ability to think and focus improves. You realize just how little memory you have of the long, tiring crawl you just did. Did people see you like that as you entered the city? Yes, you’re pretty sure they did. But for the life of you, you can’t remember if it was 2 or 200. Is this to do with hypnosis or the S-Waves… Or is this just what happens when you reach unfathomably high levels of adrenaline and exhaustion?

You approach the nurse at the Pokecenter counter - the one who only minutes ago, wordlessly helped you and Belle out of your sticky String Shot bondage, handed you towels, and guided you to the showers.

The towel you’re now using to cover yourself up is small, barely covering your rude bits, and also has the words ‘SLUT RAG’ printed on it, as if the owners of the Pokecenter knew that the only people who would come in here begging for a towel would be recently defeated female Pokemon trainers.

You blush furiously, feeling the lustful stares of a few local young male Pewter City trainers burning into the back of your head, and at least one photo being taken.

How many photos were taken of us as we crawled through the city? You are **** to wonder. But it doesn’t bear thinking about. What you need to do, right now, is sort out the fact that you’re practically naked, and without your possessions.

“Um, did some Bug Catchers happen to come by here, and drop off two trainers’ satchels?” You ask meekly.

“I did receive instructions to keep these safe for ‘two asscum guzzling whores who might come by later’, yes.” The nurse’s face remains neutral and professional, despite the somewhat disapproving tone she uses when quoting the instructions.

Relieved that the Bug Catchers kept their word, and you don’t have to go and find them again to reclaim your most prized possessions, you take your satchel from the nurse, and Belle takes hers.

“Wait… Don’t I know you?” You narrow your eyes and study the nurse. “Weren’t you working at the Viridian City Pokecenter yesterday?”

A flash of annoyance passes over the nurse’s face, and then she just pouts and shakes her head.

“Obviously not.” She says stroppily. “That slut wears lacy black panties, whereas I wear white underwear.”

And as she says that, she pulls up the front of her dress, revealing a very skimpy white thong. Weirdly, for someone doing something so shameful, she looks like she’s blushing as she does it. Is she, like, contractually obliged to flash her underwear or something?

“Oh… Kay…” You respond slowly, not really sure what the correct social convention is for talking to someone who’s apparently proving their identity by showing you their underwear.

At least it gives you a convenient connection to the next item of conversation.

“Speaking of underwear… And clothes in general… Ours got a little…”

“Torn to shreds.” Belle interjects, angrily.

“Right.” You agree. “And I was just wondering if you have anything you could give us to, you know, help us not walk out of here naked.”

The nurse frowns again. “Hmm… Well, there’s always the Lost and Found box, I guess. There’s often an outfit or two in there. Let me see…”

She bends down under the counter, and reappears with a large, but mostly empty, cardboard box.

“Most items get claimed pretty quickly, but look, these two outfits have been here for ages. It seems that nobody wants them, so I guess you can have them.

You thank her profusely, and hurry back to the toilets with Belle, to check if they fit.

Well, the good news is that they do seem to fit.

The bad news is, well, everything else about them.

The outfits are clearly designed for female Pokemon Trainers. But not the sort of female Trainer you ever aspired to be. These are for those female Trainers that really, REALLY like attention, and are very confident in their bodies.

You stare at Belle, and Belle stares back at you. You both have the same stunned look on your faces.

“Belle, you look like a slut.” You say weakly. “Look how tight it is against your pussy. It’s going to ride up inside you as you walk.” You give the thin, tight crotch section of Belle’s Pokeslut outfit a tug upwards to prove your point.

“It looks like your labia are each like a millimeter away from being on show.” Belle retorts, yanking your crotch section up even tighter, to show how much of your pussy lips can be seen when it stretches even thinner.

There’s no mistaking what these are. With their ludicrous ‘high leg’ designs, which expose all of your hips and thighs and buttocks, and barely cover your genitals, and the matching thigh-high stockings, communicating to the world just how fully intentional it is that your upper thighs are on show, there’s only one thing to call these. These are Pokeslut outfits.