Synopsis: When Wally, a growing adolescent boy, bumps into an experienced female Trainer in the woods, he discovers he needs more than just help catching his first pokémon.
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“WAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Leaves trembled as a bloodcurdling scream rippled through the woods of Route 102. Seedot scampered into bushes and Taillow fluttered from treetops. Hurried feet carried the frantic boy through blurs of thick trees, his shrub of green hair bobbling past the tips of tall grass. Wally hadn’t stopped sprinting since he spotted her a mile away. Her pink bowl hat stood out against the backdrop of earthy colours. Heart thrashing against his ribcage, he closed in on the lone girl.
“Help!” he cried between desperate huffs. “Somebody! Anybody! It’s gonna eat me!”
“Huh?” She whipped round at the sudden approach of urgent footsteps. “Hey, kid, slow down!” Wally zoomed past the stunned girl and hid behind her like a human shield, his face nestled in the small of her back. “What’s going on?!”
“I’m being chased by a monster!”
“Wha-??”
“That Zigzagoon wants to make me his lunch!” His legs trembled behind her much longer pair.
“What Zigzagoon? There’s nothing here.”
“Huh. R-really?” Wally poked his head from behind her hip to take a look for himself. Nothing but rocks and fallen leaves trailed the dirt path he’d just come hurtling down whilst screaming his head off.
“See?” said his random protector. “Nothing to be afraid of.”
She was right. Of course she was right. “Oh.” His knees stopped shaking.
“If you really were being chased by a Zigzagoon, you must’ve outrun it.” She looked out in the vacant direction he’d come from. “Still totally weird though. Zigzagoon are not known for being aggressive towards humans.”
Wally emerged from her cover and touched the tips of his index fingers together bashfully. “Um, you seem to know a lot about pokémon, Miss. Are you a Trainer?”
“Huh? Me?” His compliment caught her off guard. “I guess you could say that, hehe. I’m a Pokémon Performer and you don’t need to call me ‘Miss’. The name’s Serena.”
“I’m Wally. N-nice to meet you, Miss – I mean, Serena.”
She gave him a friendly smile. Performer or Trainer or whatever she deemed herself, Serena had the look of someone who knew what they were doing. At least one foot taller than him, the fresh-faced girl must’ve been a couple of years his senior, a young teen who’d set off on her own pokémon journey as soon as she’d come of legal age. And while his curious gaze sized her up from head to toe and back again, Wally contemplated what other contexts of ‘legal age’ she might’ve ascribed to…
Her incredibly long legs nearly stood the length of his entire body, wrapped in grey thigh-high socks that accentuated their slenderness. If she ever gave up on pokémon, he could easily envision her strutting down a catwalk. She had her tight-fitting grey tank top tucked into her red high-waisted skirt, a look as enticing as it was fashion-forward. The gap between her tall socks and short skirt offered an ample glimpse of milky, upper thigh. If Wally was but a foot shorter, he might’ve been staring right up her pearly gates.
As it were, his smaller stature aligned his sights with her crammed tank top. It didn’t take a pervert to notice how her protruding breasts stretched the fabric between them, how a wily squint of his eyes brought focus to the little nipple prints formed in the teen’s top. A nervous sweat-drop trailed down his brow. She’s so slender and stacked and… braless?
Oh no. He was doing it again. His mind was wandering to that place that made him feel all weird and funny inside. Quick, he needed something to distract him! “So, um…” He hauled his wandering gaze back north, where honey-blonde locks flowed out of her hat and flanked her sea-blue eyes. “Do you mind if I ask you something, Miss?”
“Not at all.” The tall Trainer placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and bent forward to meet him eye-to-eye. “Since you’re so polite, you can ask me whatever you want, little guy.”
“Well, uh…” He broke into a sweat. She’d gotten so close! How could he not gawk at the bulging bosom thrust into his young face?! So close he could see the outline of areolae through her thin grey top. Gosh, he’d embarrass himself if his body started acting up again and did that weird thing it did the other night. What was it about pretty girls that discombobulated him all of a sudden? “Can you…” He tugged on his hot collar and tried again. “Can you help me catch a pokémon?”
“Oh, that’s it? Of course I can!” She ruffled his hair as though he was some cute, helpless toddler – the standard response from older girls. They liked to treat him like the little brother they never had. “So that’s what you’re doing out here all on your own, huh?”
“Yeah. I- I saw this cool Ralts back there and thought it would make for the perfect starter pokémon! But then this Zigzagoon came out of nowhere and…” He looked down at his shoes, muddied from all the running. “Well, you know the rest.”
“Aw, don’t worry. I’ll help ya! Although…” She raised a thoughtful finger to her chin. “Are you sure you want a Ralts? A psychic type can be a little trickier to handle compared to your standard starters.”
She thought him too frail to capture it, too, huh? What was it with everyone underestimating him? He’d show her. “It has to be Ralts.” Wally stated his decision with more conviction than anything he’d stuttered or muttered up to that point.
Taken aback by how determined the timid boy sounded all of a sudden, Serena didn’t bother trying to persuade him otherwise. “All right then.” She fished a Poké Ball from her pink handbag and held it up to her chest, leaving him gobsmacked at how the red and white sphere looked no bigger than a marble next to her right tit. “Let’s go get you a Ralts!”
. . .
Ralts hadn’t sensed the danger behind it, the Poké Ball looming in Wally’s shaky grasp. Serena’s sweet-scented fragrance wafted in from behind his ear. “Easy,” she whispered to maintain their stealthy presence. “All you have to do is…” Her calm hand slid over his trembling grip. He flinched and would’ve dropped the Poké Ball if not for her cool digits closing all around his. “Pull back.” She gently guided a pitching motion. “Keep your eyes on the prize.” He narrowed his vision on the little, green head as sweat rolled down his nose. “Then, when you’re ready…” She retracted her guiding hand and took three quiet steps backwards. “Take aim,” she whispered distantly, “And –”
Wally shifted his right foot.
Ralts heard it, whipped around.
“Oh sh- quickly!” Serena cried.
Wally panicked, pitched the ball as fast and hard as his little arm could muster. All the determination in the world – none of the aim. Ralts dove into the bush in front it and so did the Poké Ball, two feet away from its target.
Wally slumped to his knees and bowed his head. “Oh, man. I really suck at this.”
“Hey, you’ll get there.” She patted his head. It was meant to be reassuring but it felt condescending. “Let’s try again, shall we? I’ll go get the Poké Ball.”
Her waist-long hair brushed the back of her skirt in a low ponytail. Wally stayed on his knees and enjoyed the view. His young eyes hovered round the hem of her skirt as he secretly hoped for a rude enough breeze to lift the garment off her backside. The wind didn’t do him any favours. But, Serena did.
Retrieving the misfired Poké Ball from the bush required the leggy teen to bend her long body over. Her skirt rode up and pulled his gaze immediately. The blasé Trainer preoccupied herself with picking up the Poké Ball. Cute, little butt cheeks winked at him from the bottom of her skirt, small yet perky. It looked like she wasn’t wearing any underwear, up until she crawled halfway into the bush, gifting him a wider shot of her pert rear. The pleated skirt unveiled the thinnest of black strips sandwiched between her cheeks, with glimpses of labia sticking out ether side.
What was that she’d said, ‘Keep your eyes on the prize?’ Wally certainly was…
No! He shut his eyes and turned away. What was wrong with him? It wasn’t too late to do the decent thing. His shut lids trembled with resistance, till a crack formed in his left, and a shifty pupil peeked out the corner. The tantalising thong awaited him right where he left it. Her exposed ass wiggled as she rummaged for the Poké Ball muttering, “Now where’d that darn thing go?” Wally berated himself for hoping she wouldn’t find it just yet.
He turned away. Shouldn’t have been looking. He couldn’t not look. Took another peek. Her ass wiggled. Screwed his eyes shut. What’s wrong with me?! Snuck another peek. Still wiggling. Shut his eyes.
While he vacillated between decency and opportunity, a bright flash of lavender erupted from the bush. Both his eyes shot wide open.
What the…?
The burst of light lasted no longer than a second, and appeared to have done no more damage than someone flicking a flashlight on and off. Wally noticed one distinct difference though – the girl who’d promised to help him catch his first pokémon had stopped moving.
At the moment of the flash, the half of her body sticking out of the bush suddenly stiffened, her skirt falling limply to cover her rear.
“Serena…?” Any excitement to be had from ogling her evaporated at the thought she might’ve been seriously hurt. “Are you alright? Serena?” She remained frozen on her knees, not a peep of her voice or a single motion to indicate she could hear him. “Oh no.” He gnawed at his nails. “Oh no, oh no, oh no. What do I do now?!” It was his fault she’d ended up like this. He had to get help. Someone out there had to know what happened and how to fix it. Assuming it could even be fixed. What if she was… “No.” He shook his head. “I can’t think like that. I’ll get help.” He climbed back to his feet and dusted off his knees. “I’ll be right back, okay? I promise everything will be just fine, Serena. Se… rena?”
Her right boot just twitched!
Not much, but phew, at least his worst fears were abated. She still wouldn’t answer to the sound of his voice however. Relief welled up in his chest as he watched mobility return to the selfless Trainer. Slowly, she crawled backwards out of the bush and stood tall with her back towards him, and – more crucially – with one fist clutching the fugitive Poké Ball.
“You found it!” he cheered. But he was the only one celebrating. “Serena?” Bemusement watered down his spirit. “What’s the matter? Did something happen?”
All her movements seemed a little… off. Almost robotic. Shoulders straight and stiff, she rotated on her feet without moving any part of her body required for a complete 180. A vacant expression seized her features, as though someone had frozen her face a second after she’d seen a ghost, a second before she’d screamed. Her arms hung limp at her sides while each boot shuffled ahead of the other. He saw her eyes. If they were windows to the soul then someone left the curtains open while nobody was home. An eerie purple hue glazed her sapphire orbs, masking her countenance through a vague and unreadable fog.
She stepped forward.
He stepped back. “Serena…?” It was the only thing he could say despite being certain she couldn’t hear a word. What was he supposed to do? She advanced in short and slow steps, and yet, he felt cornered, flatfooted, like the soon-to-be victim of a horror movie killer ambling at a snail’s pace. Was she going to – he gulped – hurt him?
His flight-or-fight brain began to calculate his chances at defending himself. She posed the clear height advantage, and incredible reach with those long, slender legs of hers, but could he overpower her? Maybe. She was still a girl after all, with little to no muscle definition to speak of. Not that he had any either. And who knew what heightened physical attributes she might’ve taken on in this state? He’d probably lose. Run? She’d catch him if she tried, wouldn’t she? For every three steps he took, she’d probably cover them in one. But he had to try?
Overwhelmed and fraught with anxiety, Wally stood there shaking like a leaf, his eyes screwed shut hoping his predicament would resolve itself, somehow. He sensed her tall, looming figure cast its dark shadow over him.
. . .
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