Emma in ‘Accursed Thirst’

Scenario: You are Emma, a 20 year old trainer from Viridian City who has acquired five badges so far. You are currently staying in and training around Fuchsia City, the location of the next gym you intend to challenge. Last night, after a hard day of training, you went out drinking… and you made a mistake that would alter your life forever.

“Ugh…” You groan, pulling the covers up over your face in a attempt to block out the beams of sunlight streaming in through the window of your room in the Pokécenter. A throbbing pain beats in your skull, you feel vaguely nauseous, and your throat is incredibly dry… Yeah, you definitely had too much last night. This is far from your first hangover though, and you doubt it’ll be your last, so you do your best to just deal with it and start getting up for the day.

Sitting up in bed and groaning once again as you expose your eyes to the harsh rays of the late morning sun, you stretch your arms out wide for a few moments, trying to alleviate some of the stiffness in your body. After letting out a quick yawn, you take a moment to collect yourself, trying to remember exactly how the previous night had gone. You remember hopping between different bars and clubs, downing a few shots but mostly drinking cocktails as you went. Occasionally you danced or flirted with people you came across, looking to find someone to bring back to your room with you that evening.

Those attempts had been in vain however, and you had been about to give up and head back to your room for the night when you saw her. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, with perfectly elegant features and a flawless hourglass figure hugged tightly by her sleeveless navy-blue dress. Her vibrant green eyes were framed by the bangs of her luxurious black hair, the rest of which was tied up in a high ponytail that reached down to the middle of her back. An air of grace and allure seemed to cling to that gorgeous woman, and you just knew you had to at least try to get her into your bed…

…And judging by the fact that you’ve woken up completely alone, you failed. Picking through your memories, you let out another groan, though this one is of embarrassment rather than discomfort. You recall approaching the woman, who was drinking at a table off on her own, while your -and-lust-addled brain did what it could to think of something to say to her. But you didn’t even get that far. Instead, you stumbled over your own two feet as you approached her, bumping into her table and spilling your own drink all over her lovely cleavage.

The black-haired beauty had been furious, swearing up a storm at you as you stammered out a drunken apology. At one point, as you were still trying to make amends, she had suddenly stopped and taken a deep breath, before opening her eyes with a glare that bored into your soul. Those vibrant green orbs flashed with rage, and you must have been even drunker than you thought, because you swear you remember them literally flashing, glowing a bright green…

And that’s the last thing that you can remember. Clearly you need to lay off the booze for a bit, that whole fiasco was just a disaster. Though you are really thirsty right now, so getting something to drink seems necessary. Just not . Sighing, you yourself to get up and out of bed, determined not to let last night’s failings or this morning’s hangover keep you down. You make your way into the bathroom, quickly splashing some water from the faucet onto your face in an effort to wake yourself up and scooping some into your mouth to try and sate your thirst. After about thirty seconds of this, you stop, glancing up into the mirror as you shut the water off.

Your messy appearance almost makes you wish you hadn’t looked. You’re still wearing the backless green dress you had been wearing the previous night, though it’s crumpled and not sitting quite right on your body at the moment. Shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair is knotted in an absolute Rattata’s nest on the right side of your head, and hazel eyes, still bleary with sleep and discomfort, gaze back at you from your reflection. Another sigh escapes your lips. You really just want to crawl back into bed and laze the day away, but there’s training to be done. Janine isn’t going to defeat herself, and you’ve already spent a while here in Fuchsia.

Lingering thoughts of embarrassing yourself last night rattle around in your head as you go about getting ready for the day, refusing to leave you alone. Jeez, you had really screwed things up with that sexy green-eyed woman. She got pretty damn pissy though, probably a bit more than was warranted. Maybe she’d had a bit too much herself… A quick throb of pain in your head reminds you that you really have no room to talk in that regard. You push past the thoughts and the physical discomfort from your hangover though, and manage to get yourself looking mostly presentable. After practically inhaling a cereal bar and two glasses of orange juice, you sling your pack over your shoulder and start to head out the door, before noticing something odd. You’re… still really thirsty, even though you’ve drank quite a bit at this point. You pour yourself a third glass, gulping it down as well, but to no avail. The scratchy, irritating feeling in your throat fades for a moment, then returns just a few seconds later… Shit, are you getting sick? …No, no you definitely feel thirsty, specifically, not ill. You’re not sure how you can tell, but you just know you need something to drink, and apparently water and OJ aren’t cutting it.

After grabbing a few different canned drinks from the fridge and throwing them in your pack, you go to leave. Hopefully those will do the trick, and if not, you’ll deal with the sore throat. You haven’t made it this far as a trainer by taking it easy whenever things get rough, so you’ll just have to push through. Firm in your decision, but mind still half lingering on your parched throat, you exit your room and head out of the Center, deciding on Route 18 as your training spot for the day.

You spend the next several hours training your team against the wild Pokémon off the beaten path on the route west of Fuchsia, battling as many as you can. It’s a productive day, and you’re really feeling like you’re just about ready to challenge Janine and earn your sixth gym badge… but you are really thirsty at this point.

It’s also been an exhausting day, with both you and your team feeling worn down as the sun starts to sink in the sky. Not only have you been battling near constantly for the past several hours, but the dryness of your throat has only gotten worse, and shouting out commands to your partners as they battled all day hasn’t been helping. Your voice feels like it has been getting raspier with every sentence spoken, hell talking is starting to just hurt. No matter what you drink and how much though, the thirst doesn’t go away… but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something you could drink that would help, you just aren’t sure what. You and your Pokémon both need rest, and you need to have a word with Nurse Joy about what’s going on with you, see if she can help.

Finishing up with the last few wild Pokémon that attack you while making your way back to the main road, you start heading back towards the city. But, only a couple of minutes after starting your trek back, a sound catches your attention that causes you to curse under your breath. The sound of a motorcycle engine, growing louder as it rapidly approaches from the west. ‘Tch, must be one of those biker assholes’ You think, having had a run-in with the thugs who like to hang out on Cycling Road before. You’ve always managed to defeat them whenever they challenged you before, but your Pokémon are pretty damn beat up right now, so it’d be best to-

Just as you start looking for a place to hide, the roaring of the vehicle grows to its loudest, as it zips right past you. Relief fills you as the bike passes by, but it fades away just as quickly when the driver turns hard, pulling himself to a stop a little ways away and glancing up at you with a crooked grin. Lifting his hulking frame up as he swings his leg up and over his ride, he begins walking towards you, calling put as he approaches. “Well well, lookie here! Was just thinking about how I could use my cock sucked. Perfect timing little missy.”

‘Oh, that sounds amazing!’ The enthusiastic thought springs to your mind, entirely unbidden, and you reel slightly from shock. Where the hell did that come from!? You don’t want to suck some random douchebag’s dick! Bad intrusive thoughts, bad!

You stand your ground, trying to shake yourself out of whatever weirdness just momentarily gripped you and glaring up at the man as he walks towards you. He’s well over 6 feet tall, wearing torn jeans over thick black boots and an open black leather vest with no shirt beneath. That crooked smile still rests on his thin lips, and his shaven head gleams slightly under the light of the setting sun as he looks down at you. “Can I help you?” You rasp out, doing your best to sound fierce and defiant despite how low your voice has to be at the moment, and doing your best to not acknowledge the thoughts of blowing him that are clinging to your mind.

The bald man’s eyebrows go up in surprise as he hears the sound of your voice, and his grin widens. “Oh shit, sounds like I’m not the first guy today, eh slut? Your throat sounds pretty bruised there.”

‘I fucking wish’ Another thought invades your mind, and you clench your fist in frustration. No! No, you do not wish that that had happened! Seriously, stop it brain! “Can I help you?” You repeat, ignoring his jab and your strange inner turmoil while continuing to stare daggers at him.

“Heheh.” He chuckles at your glare, pulling his phone out of his pocket and beginning to type as he continues speaking to you. “Oh, there sure is. Like I said, I could really use my cock sucked. And ya know, so could a lot of my buddies, who’re on their way hereeeee… now!” He finished typing out his text, hitting send and putting his phone away before glancing back up at you. “So, you’ll be a dear and help us out, won’t ya? Or do we need to waste our time with a battle we both know you’ll lose first?”

Yet another strange, incorrect thought manifests itself as he speaks ‘Yes! More cocks to suck!’ NO. What the FUCK is wrong with you right now!? Enraged by his condescending tone and by whatever the hell is going on in your head, you shoot back with as much as your strained voice can muster. “Bring it on baldy! I beat you and your buddies when I was biking down Cycling Road, in case you forgot, and I’ll do it again! You were all trash!” You growl, bluffing as best you can. Sure, you HAD beaten the bikers when you were first traveling to Fuchsia, but that was with a healthy team. Right now though, you’ve got maybe one partner out of six who is in decent enough shape to maybe scrape out a win… You need to beat this guy fast, and book it back to the city before his friends show up. Otherwise, you’re in for a gangbang, where you’ll be to… suck so many delic- STOP.

Recognition hits the biker’s eyes, and his grin shifts into a scowl. “Oh, I remember you. Cocky little bitch from a couple weeks back who thought she was hot shit, got real mouthy after beating us…” The scowl fades and the grin returns, far more sinister this time. “Well this is even better than I thought then. How about we just get on with it, and have ourselves a rematch while we wait for my pals to show? I’m challenging you!”

The brutish man roars out the last bit, and you grit your teeth in determination. “Fine then. 1v1, let’s get this over with.” You and your opponent each grab a Pokéball off of your belts, hurling them out into the air.

“Go, Tauros!” You cry as loudly as you can manage with your increasingly sore throat. Your bull Pokémon is fairly tired, but he’s easily the least tired out of your six. He’s your best shot at win-

“Fuck ‘em up, Machamp!” The cue ball barks, and your heart sinks like a stone.

A fighting type. Of course it had to be the worst possible option for you, because that’s just how it feels like things are going for you lately. Your recent string of bad luck flashes through your mind; embarrassing yourself and getting chewed out by that woman last night, waking up hungover and endlessly thirsty, bumping into this asshole when all your Pokémon are exhausted and him having the perfect option to use against your Tauros. It’s like all the stars have aligned in the worst way for you, like you’re just destined to lose here and get the privilege of worshiping his-

You quickly smack yourself across the face, letting the stinging pain cut through the bullshit of whatever is happening in your head. You are not going to lose here, you are not going to suck his or his friend’s cocks, and you would not enjoy it if you did! ‘Get it together Emma! Focus on the battle, focus on winning, then get out of here as fast as you can!’ You insist to yourself.

Shoving aside the lamentations of your luck and the growing panic as to what exactly is wrong with you at the moment, you bring as much attention as your oddly twisted mind will let you to the battle at hand. You have to win this, because you’re really worried about what will happen if you don’t…