Viridian Forest was the logical next stop on my journey. Besides having to cross it on my way to Pewter City for the Kanto circuit’s traditional first Gym, Maple and I needed some more training, as the whole Rattata debacle had proven.
Additionally, I’d mulled over Mum’s proposal and decided a Caterpie would be the best first catch to send her. She loved seeing the many varieties of Vivillon dotting the flower fields in spring, and while Butterfree wasn’t as colourful as Vivillon, it was still a rarity in Kalos. A perfect, easy first choice that would hopefully please her, too.
And lastly, perhaps I’d come across some Trainers and get to experience my first official battle. And earn a bit of money, too, I thought bitterly. The supplies for this trip alone had made a dent in my little savings, and I was one of the lucky ones, with Mum still giving me an allowance.
I sighed and thought back on Professor Oak’s words. I wondered what I could possibly wager that would make another Trainer in the same position as me agree to forgo money as a reward. I didn’t plan on losing my battles, of course, but I still had to account for the possibility…
Route 2 was a rather short trip, hardly worth mentioning. Maple and I reached Viridian Forest by mid-afternoon and had crossed paths with only one person heading the opposite way: some kid with a bug net who seemed to be the happiest person in the world after catching a Weedle, judging by what I heard him shout. Not that I’d asked.
I stopped by the log cabin near the edge of the forest, which served as a checkpoint between Route 2 and Viridian Forest, to show my Trainer ID to the Pokémon Ranger on duty and register my entry. It wasn’t mandatory, of course, but the forest was still a largely untouched wild area that could take several days to traverse. Add to that my intention to train, which would slow my progress, and I wanted someone to know where I was, just in case something happened.
The man was professional and kind. He didn’t press me when he noticed how little I spoke, simply asking how long I expected my journey through the forest to take so he could check with the Pewter-side checkpoint if I hadn’t arrived by then. I gave him my phone number as well, just in case I forgot to register my exit and they needed to message or call me to check on me. And that was that.
An hour later, Maple and I were walking deep into the woods. We’d followed the little pathway most Trainers used to travel more quickly at first. My plan was to venture far enough in to find plenty of targets to train against, then veer off the path for a bit of privacy. Still, I’d remain vigilant and avoid straying too far, so I could find my way out easily enough.
Our first encounters were, quite frankly, underwhelming. We’d found a few isolated Weedle, none of which lasted long against Maple’s Ember. I’d expected that, of course, but it really hammered home that we’d need some luck to find more suitable opponents. Personally, I was hoping a Pikachu might show up. That’d be an interesting opponent, I thought.
By the end of the day, I’d set up camp some way off the main path, and soon found myself returning to… earlier occupations. I spent the evening exploring my body while shamefully clinging to the last traces of scent my precious memento still carried.
As I moved my fingers between the wet folds of my skin, my instincts made me crave something I didn’t quite understand. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to push my fingers into my most private place, though I learned the hard way that it hurt when I gently tried to slip two fingers between my lower lips. Thankfully, being the scaredy Skitty I was, I’d gone slowly and stopped straight away, so I didn’t hurt myself. I’d have to check online later to see whether that was normal.
By the second night, Maple had stopped paying attention to me during my activities. She even seemed to be getting used to my scent, though she was still impatient to leave the tent for some fresh air in the morning.
I did come to a rather embarrassing realisation the following morning, though. Between the rising spring temperatures, Maple’s warmth inside the tent and the way I sweated when doing… that, my nightdress started feeling unpleasantly damp rather quickly. I had a few changes of clothes packed, but only one other set of pyjamas besides the nightdress, having assumed I could simply wash them every few days. That had been without accounting for all the extra sweating, however. I’d have to buy more nightwear.
That night, I decided I’d get naked inside my tent while touching myself. My heart raced, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought of being naked practically out in the open. To make matters worse, we were camping somewhat closer to the pathway than we had the day before. But then again, I’d only be naked while I did it and cooled down. I could put my pyjamas on before going to sleep afterwards.
Needless to say, that didn’t happen.
As I touched myself that night, I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge of that crashing wave of relief, only to stop just before it happened. Again and again. I just wanted the pleasure to last longer. Just a little longer.
When I finally let myself teeter over the edge, albeit more by accident than intention, the pleasure was akin to a veritable explosion in my mind, wiping out everything else. It was so much more intense than any of the times before; so intense, in fact, that it completely exhausted me. I fell asleep almost immediately, without even moving a muscle. New chapters come out on g.com first.
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“Hello? Is anybody there?” asked a beautiful voice, stirring me from my sleep.
I groaned at being woken, still caught in that hazy in-between state of consciousness and unconsciousness. Beside me, I could hear Maple growling softly, her ears flattened, though more in warning than aggression.
“Hello?” the familiar voice asked again, a little closer this time.
A moment later, I heard the zip being pulled, and her head poked into my tent.
I woke up almost instantly.
Our eyes met.
There she was, as beautiful as I remembered her. Her elegant face was framed by two long strands of platinum hair, left loose around her cheeks from the half-Ponyta tail she wore her hair in.
“No way! It’s you!” she blurted out, her voice filled with glee. Her eyes widened slightly, seemingly without her even realising it.
Then her gaze travelled down from my face.
And I remembered that I was still entirely naked, my legs splayed apart and turned towards her, leaving very little to her imagination.
Oh, Arceus.
Her expression shifted into something more predatory, reminiscent of the look she’d given me on the train. I blushed furiously and snapped my legs shut, bringing one hand over my chest and the other over my privates.
“S-sorry!” I stammered, overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment.
“I am most certainly not,” she replied with absolute confidence. New chapters come out on g.com first.
She withdrew her head from the tent and pulled the zip the rest of the way down before extending one foot inside.
“Take my shoes off so I can come in, please,” she demanded, in a tone so reminiscent of our first meeting that I felt myself growing wet between my legs.
“B-but… I-I’m…” I tried to argue.
She wiggled her foot impatiently. “Come on, chop chop!”
I gulped and… complied.
I sat up, pulling my legs beneath me, and shuffled towards the entrance, close enough to reach her. She wore black trainers with red accents and thin, thigh-high black socks. I untied her laces and carefully slipped off the first shoe, placing it just outside in the vestibule.
Maple, who had been watching me with evident confusion and disapproval, twitched her little nose once Charlotte’s foot was free. She glanced at something behind me, huffed, then pushed past me and out of the tent, ignoring the beautiful girl altogether.
I barely had time to process what had just happened before Charlotte’s second foot hovered in front of me. I repeated the process, undoing her laces and carefully removing the shoe. Once I’d deposited it beside the first in the vestibule, she placed her toes gently against my chest and pushed.
Not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to make me stumble backwards into the tent and land on my back.
Then she entered, a beautiful yet frightening smile painted across her flawless face.
“W-wait! I-I’m… n-not dressed!” I found myself unable to form a coherent sentence, the shame of my exposure burning through me.
“But I’ve already seen all of you. It doesn’t matter now,” she replied matter-of-factly, sitting down elegantly with her legs tucked neatly to one side.
My embarrassment turned to mortification when I saw her lift her delicate nose and sniff once or twice. Her eyes took in the inside of my tent and, more specifically, the socks I’d left discarded on my pillow.
Oh no. No, no, no.
Her gaze returned to mine, and her expression morphed into a blend of confidence, delight and teasing amusement.
“Aw, you’ve missed me, haven’t you?”