Win the battle. Lose to your urges.

“Joltik use electroweb.” Joltik fires an electrified net of spider silk at the Butterfree. The net wraps around him, immobilizing his wings causing him to fall from the sky. The impact on the ground and shock from the web finish the Butterfree off. You did it, you won yet another battle. You should be excited yet something inside you feels disappointed.

“Congratulations, Amber.” He holds out his phone to pay the victory fee. You tap your phone to his and the transfer of funds is automatic. “Now I think you promised to let me see your Joltik.” He kneels down picking your pokemon up in the palm of his hand. His giant hands make Joltik look even smaller. Then you notice the size of his fingers and you can feel yourself getting wetter at the thought of his large fingers probing your hole. “Here you go little buddy. Sorry about all that,” John says pulling an antidote from his pouch to heal your pokemon. Joltik immediately looks better recovering from the poisoning. His hand brushes your shoulder as he places Joltik on you. You’re not certain if the tingling is from John touching you or the electricity from Joltik but it feels exciting.

“So I was coming up on you before for some company with my meal. But if you want I can skedaddle on out of here if you were wanting to sleep.” John says flashing you a big smile.

“No someone to talk to sounds nice. We can get a fire going and uhhm,” you pause, “uh talk, yea talk that’s the word.” You let out your pokemon to help gather firewood. Runt is, as always, energetic and runs all over the place grabbing sticks. Squirtle still seems drowsy from his earlier slumber, but he manages to collect a few sticks. John is busy pulling a couple collapsible stools from his bag along with some canned food and a digitally compacted cooking station. The station appears in a flash like your tent did earlier. It’s a grate on legs straddling over Runt’s growing pile of sticks, on top are a few pots and various cooking utensils. John lets out a Larvesta, while you take a seat on one of the stools. Larvesta uses ember to light the fire, and John empties a can of beans into one of the pots adding some form of seasoning.

John sits down next to you and the light from the fire dances on John’s biceps. The two of you talk while the beans cook, well John talks, mostly about bugs, and you awkwardly stumble over your words while trying to ignore John’s physique. John takes a spoon to the pot of beans and tastes them. “Mmm here try this.” He takes another spoonful pushing it towards you. You open your mouth and taste the warm beans, they are quite delicious, you never had your mom’s flair for cooking but you might have to ask about the seasoning because the beans seem easy enough to make, even for you. You then feel the bean juices dripping down your chin and John wipes it up with his finger. Without thinking or an ounce of self control you grab his hand and suck the juices from his finger.

John’s face washes over with the same shocked look he had when you greeted him topless. You remove his finger from your mouth and move in closer, as you lean in for your first kiss. The kiss tastes of beans but you don’t care as you finally get a chance to rub your hand over John’s muscular chest. You climb on top of John continuing to make out with him. You break the kiss so that you can take off his shirt. Your heart skips a breath when you finally see John’s rock hard abs in the flickering light of the campfire. You gasp as John grabs your shirt and rips it open, popping every button on it. It’s a good thing you don’t usually use the buttons on this shirt. The both of you place a hand on each other’s chests as you resume the kissing.

You could do this forever, but your dripping wet pussy wants more. You could take charge and have your way with John. Or perhaps you’d like John to use his muscles to pick you up and fuck you standing. The possibilities are endless, and with a moan escaping your mouth you know it’s time to pick one.