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Chapter 3: What kind of game IS this?
Alex couldn't help but smile as his deadly but playful Nidoran gamboled about him, occasionally taking a run through his feet, or between he and Elle as they walked the quiet streets of Pallet. The town had grown significantly over the years, pure data or not, and he could occasionally feel a rush of cold air around his shoulders that told him Elle's nearly invisible Pokémon, whatever it was, was around too, just as excited.
Others walked about, too, alone or in groups as large as five, most with a Pokémon or two following along with them, but the streets were much less busy than the previous day. "Most must have moved on," he observed.
Elle nodded, "I think they have. Come on- the address she gave us is right up here."
It hadn't been hard to find out where to go for the quest they'd gotten after leaving the room, and picking up the Pokégear from the local distributor would be free, as it was part of registering as a new Trainer- something assumed to have happened before entering the game, or while entering it. They just had to pick it up.
And even though the rose-haired lady at the front desk of the Pokémon Center had been dressed like a nurse, just like the first few times they'd seen her, her programming, or AI, or whatever it was, was sufficient to give them directions when they'd asked, to the shop at the edge of a small residential district, close to the north end of town in a little strip-mall.
"Oh, finally, clothes," Elle gasped, pointing to the opposite end of the line of stores, "Clean clothes!"
"Yeah, I probably stink," Alex agreed, frowning down at himself and trying to be casual as he lifted an arm and took a whiff, wrinkling his nose at the result. "Yep."
They'd picked up toiletries and food, along with a couple of simple but functional backpacks with multiple pockets each half-way through Pallet, and this would be, hopefully, their final stop.
There was a soft ding from a bell over the door as they stepped inside, and a kind-looking older man looked up from the innards of an old-fashioned Pokédex that was strewn about the glass counter where the register sat, "Ah, customers. Don't think I've seen either of you in here before... name's Ramid. Here for your Gear, then?"
Alex nodded, "Yeah. I'm Alexander Ward, and this is Elle..."
"Elizabeth Berkman."
"Ward, Ward... here we are. Okay, and Berkshire?"
"Berkman."
"Oh. Sorry- age is getting to me. Still good with the electronics, though, even if my hands shake a bit now and then and the eyesight isn't what it used to be. Alright... ah, here. Not many B last names- the batch of trainers we got out of the trainer school last year had a bunch, so I guess it evens out. Anyway, these are all paid for, but I need you to scan your bio-ID and trainer cards into them to register the devices."
"ID...?"
Elle grinned as she opened her menu and clicked to the appropriate page, glad she could show Alex something as he followed along, then 'flipped' the card onto the receiver of the Pokégear and slipped it onto her right wrist. In compact mode, the device was barely larger than a standard, analog watch, the kind only rich old men wore these days, but any of a hundred or more functions could open and expand just like her own 'menu' screen with a word or a touch, followed by piezoelectric impulses from the brain, state of the art even in 2265, according to the manual for it she'd downloaded and skimmed through while they walked.
It might even be used for hacking, if she could get the right add-ons, which made the girl's nerves tingle with excitement.
After both were outfitted, she gave the man a wink and headed for the door, Alex following behind her. Clothes... clothes! She wasn't girly or obsessed with fashion by any sense, but she liked to look nice, and wearing stinky, dirty things wasn't anywhere near fashionable.
Alex found himself rather bored about ten minutes later. He'd browsed the smaller men's section of the clothing store in five minutes or less, picking out some shorts, some pants, a t-shirt or two, and underwear and socks, and had checked out at the front desk before Elle had made it through two of the twelve or so women's racks.
Then he sighed as she walked into the changing room area with a heaping armful he doubted he could even carry.
"Guess I'm taking a nap," he muttered, setting his bag and pack down to sort them out and fold them away in the largest pouch, and lay down on the bench provided for mule- er, boyfriends, dreaming of sexy nurses, cute shopkeepers, and mischievous girls with golden hair.
He woke to a pinch, a sharp sensation grating across his cheek, and he slapped at it, only to wince as he smacked himself in the face.
Elle's soft giggle, barely muffled by her hand, made him scowl as he sat up, looking down at the yellow and green creature that looked like a bell with eyes hanging from a pair of spindly, wooden legs, only eighteen inches or so high. "What the hell...?"
"Sorry," she whispered, "I tried to get it to wake you up, but it only knows Vine Whip. Her name's Gobbler, by the way. She's a... Bellsprout, I think it's called. Looks like the evolution is basically just a giant mouth."
"Huh," he muttered, rubbing his cheek as he looked down at the little plant, which shrugged- actually shrugged- with two leafy arms as if to say, "what can you do?"
"So, what's up?" Only then did she notice Elle was just peeking around the end of the changing room's wall, one hand wrapped around it, so only her fingers and head were visible.
"Come here," she hissed, "I want your opinion on this."
His eyes narrowed, "Are you dressed?"
"Of course I am," Elle hissed, sounding truly scandalized, "what kind of girl do you take me for? Yes, I'm dressed!"
Alex rolled his eyes and stood up, taking a few steps toward her, the soft pitter-patter of Bellsprout following behind on the carpeted floor. Cock, thankfully, was asleep on the floor next to his bag, and didn't do more than open one eye sleepily.
He froze when he turned the corner and pulled back the curtain.
Yes, Elle was dressed...
In the traditional outfit of a beach-goer, a string bikini.
She was facing the other way, looking into a mirror on the far wall of the little booth, holding her long hair up in a rough approximation of a ponytail, her ass on full display, with a thin strip of pale blue and white diagonal stripes rising from between her muscular cheeks to split at the small of her back into a V that rose and circled her neck, passing beneath another ring that moved under her arms. In the mirror, he could also easily make out that her meager but definitely there breasts were only half-covered by the tiny triangles of the same striped cloth, and the patch between her legs was just a smidge larger, not quite enough to cover the thin, golden hair peeking from the sides and top, revealing a flat, toned stomach, not quite as muscular as his but defined anyway, barely-visible ribs at her sides, and a pensive expression on her slightly angular face. "What do you think?"
Alex' mind shut down briefly, but the reboot was very fast indeed- he didn't want to miss this. He looked downward more carefully with the girl's permission from just a step behind her, maybe half of one of his, and a stray thought, all he could really process besides trying to fix the vision before him into his memory forever. Either she doesn't know, or she doesn't care, just how much she's revealing.
Down toned, slim back, marred by a single small mole on the right side about half-way down, firm, perky ass, and muscular legs that denoted either swimming or running on a regular basis, maybe both. Well cared-for skin, and then in the mirror, back up Elle's form, lingering only slightly (so as not to appear too much a pervert) on the patch of blue and white stripes between her legs, less than three of his fingers wide at the largest part, before roaming once more, slower and more carefully, across a deep, small navel, barely visible but flat abs, and pausing once again on the breasts. B-cup, maybe. I'd guess a larger A is more accurate, but damn she's good to look at.
Once his hungry eyes finished the journey upward, though, he froze, and felt a powerful blush heat his face, his whole body.
Her own brilliant blue eyes were watching his in the mirror, and Elle now wore a large, amused smirk. "Guess you like it."
Alex swallowed, "Uh... y- yeah, it's nice. Um... There is one problem."
The blonde blinked, head cocking to the side slightly, "What? It fits me pretty well."
Shit, can I say it...? Do I dare point it out that I noticed...?"Your, uh... bikini area is..."
This time, he watched as the younger girl's eyes moved down, looking for a few seconds. Then she, too, turned red, looking back up to his face in the mirror. "Oh. Uh... yeah. Well... oops? I wasn't really planning on finding one of these in an early store, so..."
"Yeah. I'm... gonna go out."
"Wait," Elle said quickly, reaching back to grab his hand, "I... wanna try something. Real quick, it won't take ten seconds."
"I'm not sure that's-"
But she was too fast, or maybe the older man really didn't want to stop her, because Elle quickly and easily brought his hand up to cup her right breast beneath her arm. "Touch it," she whispered quietly, "I want to see if it feels... real."
Alex could already tell her it did. His hand seemed on fire with the need to grope and take in the firmness of her small chest, which was just as real in that moment as anything he'd ever felt in his life, though that was admittedly not much. "It... feels real to me," he muttered, then yanked his hand away. If he'd lingered in the dressing room just a moment more, he'd have gotten a bit more of a treat, but in his haste to leave he hadn't noticed that he'd yanked the thin cloth off her nipple so that it swelled in the open air.
Elle did, however, and his triumphant smirk returned full-force. He's fun to tease. I gotta admit, though, that did feel really good. I like his callouses on me. Maybe it won't be that long before game-me loses her v-card. At least he seems like a nice enough guy.
She didn't call him back in, and when the teen finally stepped from the dressing room with that bikini at the bottom of a much smaller stack of clothes to keep, just four outfits in total, she half expected Alex to be long gone. He was still sitting on the bench when she turned to face it, though, expression inscrutable. "Hey. I'm ready to check out. You?"
He nodded, not protesting or mentioning that he'd probably been ready an hour earlier, and dutifully followed her out of the back of the store toward the register.
He didn't say anything at all beyond the bare minimum until they were far outside of Pallet Town again, in the same direction they'd traveled their first day, west toward the forests that bordered the Kanto region.
He still seemed disinclined to speak even four hours after they'd left the last explorers behind, and they'd ventured into the woods once more, even begun climbing up the foothills of a huge mountain to the northwest, so Elle decided to take matters into her own hands. "So... did you like it?"
For a moment, she feared he'd have forgotten all about it, that the memory was just so forgettable that the older man, no doubt much more experienced than her, would think nothing of copping a feel on a young girl like her.
But when he stumbled on nothing, nearly crashing into her, the girl had to grin. Thankfully, she was ahead of him.
"Er... like what?"
Elle turned to face him, "The swimsuit?"
Watching his dusky, almost olive skin turn red was hilarious, and she giggled, trying and failing to hide it behind an almost dainty hand.
"So... that's a yes?"
"Yes, I liked your swimsuit," Alex grumbled as he started walking again, this time pushing past her on the narrow game trail, "but you need to shave before you wear it."
"Maybe," she said cheerfully, "I will... maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just go au naturale."
This time, he only stumbled slightly, didn't nearly fall.
She left him alone for a few minutes, maybe another half hour, then asked, "What about the rest?"
"What rest?"
"Me, dumbass," she laughed, "Did you think I was cute?"
"Sure," he muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, as he stopped and scanned the clearing ahead. "I don't see any Pokémon, but there are a few tracks. Do you smell any, C- er, Nidoran?"
The little purple creature that had been scampering along without complaint beside them lifted its little, rat-like snout into the air and gave an audible pair of sniffs, then turned its head and tried again. The wide ears flattened, then raised, and pointed together. "Ni!"
"Is that a yes?"
"Nido!"
"Right. Okay, so..."
"Wait, you can understand him?"
"No," Alex laughed, glancing back at her surprised face, "He's an animal. Well, a Pokémon. But the noises they make are close enough to tone-registers humans use, I think. I mean, they were programmed by people, right? So a short, high-pitched noise sounds more like a yes to me, and a lower, slower one means no. Doesn't that make sense?"
"I guess," she shrugged, adjusting a strap on her back and stepping past him, making sure to brush her chest against his arm, just lightly, as she did, "I never would've thought about it, though."
"Doesn't your starter talk to you?"
"Sort of," Elle replied, clearly distracted as she glanced around the clearing too, "not with noises, though. It's barely solid. More... mental. Emotions, almost, but weird ones. Half-formed, or... I don't know, it's hard to describe."
"What is your Pokémon, anyway? I saw your Bellsprout. That was the one you caught, right?"
Elle glanced back at him, grinning, "Gobbler? Yeah. My other one's a secret. For now. A girl's gotta keep a few."
Alex rolled his eyes as he joined her in the narrow space, "Well, this is about as good as we'll get for a camping spot. Surprised we haven't seen many Pokémon, but there are some around here, I'm sure. We'll probably spot some if we keep our eyes open."
It took them maybe an hour to set up the tents, which rose automatically thanks to the magic of games once they were properly positioned and unrolled, but finding space for the two little tents, each barely able to hold two adult humans if they were quite cozy, and a campfire without burning down the forest around them was more difficult than either expected.
They were both done eating dinner, only the little Nidoran still munching away on a few kibbles, his larger Lickitung drowsing, belly even fatter with an entire tin of "Normal Nutrisnacks" and half of Elle's sandwich, and even a few of the Poison Pellets from Elle's 'secret' Pokémon inside it. Oddly, it hadn't touched the healthier-looking "Grass Greenbits" she'd purchased for her Bellsprout.
"Come on," she muttered, stretching a bit after staring silently into the low, flickering flames for a while, stretched out with her legs around it and leaning back on her hands, while across the fire, Alex sat on a low rock, "Just tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Do you think I'm cute, or not?"
He glanced up fast- too fast to keep from being suspicious. "Why do you keep asking me that? You're too young for me, don't you get it?"
"That's not what I asked," she reminded him quietly, "I asked if you think I'm cute, not if I'm too young for you."
"Yes, I think you're cute," he muttered, rolling his eyes, "can we drop it now?"
"Hmm... no, I don't think so. What about sexy?"
"I'm going to bed."
"No, wait, I- I'm kidding, geez! Come on, Alex!"
He ignored her, and a few seconds later disappeared into his tent, the little Nidoran left outside. She frowned down at it, then over at his Lickitung, which he still hadn't named, then her own little Bellsprout. "Well... I guess you guys can keep watch. Good night."
It wasn't a quiet one, even if the night was good.
Alex' eyes flew open with the cry of pain from one of his Pokémon, and he hurried to dress quickly and quietly. Thankfully, he only had to throw on a shirt and his unlaced shoes, since he had decided sleeping in shorts was safer than any other option out in the wilds.
At first, when he poked his head outside the tent in the moonlit camp, he thought a giant monster had taken a steaming dump.
The pile, mound really, was almost conical and smelled of rot and decay, but not in an entirely unpleasant way. It was almost cloyingly sweet, in fact. The pile was about two feet high, orange with yellow spots.
Only after he stepped fully out did he notice that his Lickitung and Cock were... doing things.
Even though the Normal-type was nearly three times taller and probably six times more massive, its tail was straight up into the air, tongue lolling out and beady eyes rolling as the much smaller Nidoran mounted it with wild, animalistic abandon from behind.
"Alex?"
He jumped, eyes moving to the scared-looking blonde in the tent a few feet away, her own head just peeking out. "Stay there," he murmured, stepping around the mound cautiously toward his Pokémon, "Something's going on..."
The change in angle made him sure: the two were rutting, both clearly enjoying themselves.
"That's weird..."
He turned toward Elle, and that's when he saw the movement in the pile. Or rather, beneath it.
Two glowing, almost moon-like eyes rose on stalks, and the entire thing lifted about nine inches into the air on six spindly, insectoid legs, with two crab-like pincers facing more or less toward him.
And from beneath the dome, a yellow cloud issued.
"Back inside, Elle!" he coughed, loudly.
The spores didn't taste bad, they didn't even smell bad, Alex could tell at once, but within a few seconds of inhaling them, he felt... strange.
Fortunately, the strange, mushroom-capped creature scuttled sideways away from him, fleeing into the dark forest rather than engaging.
He started breathing faster, just cognizant enough to feel his heart rate pick up too, as he sank to a knee.
The cloud settled, mostly, but a few bits of it lingered in the air still as he coughed again. "Elle...? Maybe... poi... poison."
But he didn't black out, that was even the last time he coughed.
Instead, his eyes went to the two Pokémon mating about six feet away. My turn...?
He shook his head. No... that's gross. They're Pokémon in a game, not people, not even real animals. It's... Elle?
Another head-shake, No, she's a kid. Even if she's a tease. I...
"Fuck..." He groaned, then called louder, "Elle, stay in the tent! The- whatever that thing was, it let out some sort of spores! It's... it's weird. I might get a little weird... stay there. Let it settle for a few hours... I... feel funny."
He didn't even realize he'd pushed his shorts down over a suddenly raging erection, nor that he'd begun to stroke wildly as he imagined Cora back home, or Elle's firm body, imagined himself taking that one more step forward in the dressing room, or...
He flinched, briefly, when the Bellsprout's vine-like foot tickled his leg, and his eyes widened. It's about eight inches long...
He didn't have to question, the Bellsprout, even though it wasn't his, seemed to know exactly what he wanted. And if it was swaying slightly itself, he never noticed as the ring-like 'mouth' of the bell moved around the head of his shaft and sank down, nearly at the perfect height while he was on his knees.
Alex groaned as the interior of the faux-pitcher plant circled and descended around his shaft, then closed off. It was cool, barely warmer than the outside air, but it felt amazing on his overheating body, the viscous, sticky fluids inside giving just enough lubrication as it undulated around him, not quite pulling off or 'sucking', but moving in ring-like waves from the 'mouth' to the base where it met the vine-body. Shit... feels like a damned good toy, he realized, groaning again and throwing his head back unconsciously as his hands both moved to circle and guide the little creature.
He didn't care anymore that it was a creature in a game, that it was the pet of an underaged girl who was probably panicking in a tent about eight feet away. All Alex cared about was that his body had a powerful need to climax, and this thing on his cock felt great. He started pulling it out, but found the suction too much at first, so he only gave it a few tugs, grunting at the difference in sensation, then just rested his hands on it to let the little Bellsprout do its work.
He didn't even care that, if it were a real creature, the acids in the creature's stomach would literally eat his dick away.
All he cared about, all he could care about, was the pleasure it brought while it swallowed him nearly whole, twisting and undulating on his length.
Alex' eyes were closed when the tent-flap opened again a few minutes later, and Elle came out, holding a small pocket-knife extended in one hand. Then she glanced around the small camp, and gasped, the knife falling from numb fingers. "Alex...? What the hell is going... why is your dick in my Pokémon?"
She watched as his dark eyes fluttered and opened, moving up to her face languidly, "Fuckin' grade-A body," he murmured, "I'd fuck her... if I could get this thing off my dick. Feels damned good, though..."
She blinked, then glanced over at his own Pokémon, who were still mating, now grunting rapidly in time with each other, and her face flushed. "Why..."
She coughed, too, a dainty hand moving to her mouth. "Oh. I... yeah. I feel funny, too."
Slowly, she sank to her knees, eyes moving back and forth between the Pokémon and Alex, though she mostly focused on what her Bellsprout was doing to him. She licked her lips. I wonder what it'd really be like to give a blow-job? I'd suck him if he ever gets up the nerve to ask... God, I'm so horny. Why'm I horny? I mean, I know it's an adult game, but... I...
A hand moved between her legs, and she started moving it without even being aware. All she knew was that she felt really good, and didn't want to stop whatever it was, and wanted to stop even less when she put the hand inside her shorts, instead.
For his part, the feeling on Alex' cock, combined with the gorgeous young woman touching herself, leaning back and panting as she brought herself closer and closer to climax, was too much for him. He grunted, falling forward and, with both hands on the Bellsprout, yanked it further onto him, stretching it almost comically as he exploded, filling the creature with nutrients and life of a different sort than it might have been accustomed to.
The Bellsprout didn't choke or anything, but nor did it have a place for the fluids to go, so they coated Alex' erection and started to leak out along the otherwise tight seal. After a few seconds, though, he gave it a yank and the pressure, the pleasure, around him, just as it became too much in his post-orgasmic sensitivity, released, letting several teaspoons of his seed drop onto the forest floor.
The Bellsprout, though, immediately raised its head up and covered the top with both leaves, the root-like legs digging as deeply into the soft mulch of the ground in seconds.
After climaxing, his mind was a little more clear, and Alex forced himself to his feet, only then thinking to pull his shorts back up and put himself away.
Elle whimpered as he did, "Bring it back out," she whispered.
He, though, shook his head, "No... no, this isn't right. Something affected us. That spore-thing, the big mushroom. It... it did something. Made us horny. This... we shouldn't be doing this."
"No," she murmured, "I wanna come..."
A moment later, he watched as her pelvis twitched and the girl's eyes fluttered closed, her whole body, still leaning back on two knees, going still.
"Aaassshhhh... f... fuck... that... good cum..."
He looked away, thankfully, just before she realized what she'd just done. "I... what... what the fuck?"
He repeated what he'd said, watching as his two Pokémon, both seemingly spent now, collapsed to the leafy floor of the campsite, flanks heaving, "I... I'd guess that Pokémon, the big mushroom one what was also a bug or something, maybe a hermit crab, used some kind of spore. Made us- all of us- super horny or something. Like an aphrodisiac. I... I couldn't help it. I hope your Pokémon's okay."
Elle's eyes moved to the little Bellsprout, which was now firmly planted in the ground, with a wet spot where his goo was nearby. "You fucking came in its mouth. It's a Pokémon, you pervert!"
"I know," he groaned, burying his face in his hands, even as his cock twitched again just at the memory of how good it had felt, "You think I don't remember it? Do you remember what you just did?"
"Well, yeah," Elle grimaced, looking away, "but I'm a hot chick, you don't care about that, right?"
"Of course I care! I almost fucked you!"
"Oh, and you think I'd have cared? I fucking would have loved it!"
Both of them covered their mouths at once, looking at each other in horror.
"I'm going back to bed," Alex said quietly, storming past her and almost diving into his tent.
The last thing he heard before her own tent zipped back up was, "If my Pokémon dies, you're replacing it!"
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