You look towards the rustling leaves

As you turn towards the source of the noise, you call your trusted friend pidgey. "Pidgey, prepare a Sand-Attack," you shout, determined not to get caught off guard by another Caterpie. You can practically feel the bruise growing where the tackle connected. Just as a Weedle comes crawling out off the underbrush, you yell at Pidgey to release the Sand-Attack and follow through with a tackle. It's the one combination of moves that you have managed to come up with, after overhearing the kids at the school talking about linking up their attacks, to achieve a more powerful effect. Luckily, your Pidgey handles your new approach to battles well, even though you had not practiced the combination before.

You watch as a cloud of dust shoots into the bushes, like a miniature sandstorm. The Weedle is noticeable disoriented by the sudden blast of sand in its face and faints before it knows what hit it. The Tackle connects with the Weedle's body dead center and knocks it out. You made it! "Yes!," your voice echoes through the trees. "Well done, Pidgey, return."

It takes you a moment to notice that Pidgey's Tackle has catapulted the Weedle back into the bushes, after the sand-cloud has settled. You sigh, but refuse to let this minor setback spoil this gleeful moment for you, and begin to sweep the foliage for the fainted pokemon. It would be nice to have a third companion to call into battle. Distracted by the joy of victory and the search for your next pokemon, you fail to observe your environment as carefully, as you should.

Suddenly, you feel something pulling on your clothes; it almost feels like someone is giving you a wedgie! Your bodysuit got caught in some thorned twines. The feeling of the coarse material running between your lower lips quickly turns from pleasure to discomfort, as it forms a more than outstanding example of a camel-toe between your legs. "Whelp!"

You twist your upper body to your left, trying to carefully grasp at the twine, when you notice another Caterpie emerging from the depth of the forest. And it's coming directly at you! A quick shot ot gooey strings wraps around your legs, before the tackle connects and topples you over. You tumble down an incline, while the tension between your legs gives way to the sound of ripping spandex.