“Ouch! You're stepping on my foot!”

“Maybe if they weren't so big, you wouldn't be having this problem.”

“Both of you! Quiet!”

The Ponyville Town gym didn't have many windows to allow light into the dimly-lit arena, which meant that if anyone wanted to peak in and get a good look at what was happening inside, there definitely wouldn't be much space to see. That didn't stop three girls, however, from doing everything they could to squish together to view what they could of the action unfolding within the gymnasium before them. Stepping on each other's toes and pushing each other with their hips, they each tilted their heads to see as much as they could through the tiny window that separated them from all the action.

“Are you seeing this?”

“I can't see anything with Aria's elbow in my eye!”

“Maybe if someone had their elbow in my eye, I wouldn't have to look at your ugly face anymore.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Girls! If neither of you can shut your mouths, we're all going to have our covers blown!”

Then, something happened inside the gym that made all of them freeze in place. Each of them stopped struggling as their eyes glued down onto the window, staring intimately at the battle as the tide began to shift in a way that none of them expected. With a grin growing on each of their faces, they all looked at each other and nodded, pulling themselves away from the gym with a night and day change to their demeanors.

“I think we may have just found what we've been looking for,” said the blonde girl in the middle.

“A pokémon with a song like that would be perfect!” replied the blue-haired girl beside her.

“We're gonna have the entire Equestria region under our control,” the final girl with magenta pigtails chimed in. “What's the plan, Adagio?”

The blonde-haired girl put her hands on her hips with a sly smirk spreading from ear to ear. “We're going to wait until his guard is down, and then…” Adagio chuckled. “We're going to steal that Meloetta.”

Creeeeeak!

“Shoot! Someone's coming out!”

“Let's hide in those bushes!”

As the door to the gym opened up, a purple dragon made his way outside, closing the door angrily behind him and kicking a pebble as far as he could in his newfound frustration. “Of course the dragon isn't allowed to be there while she catches up with high school friends. What does she think I am? A baby? There'd better be some dragon gems around here somewhere.”

Suddenly, the bushes began to rustle in the background, causing Spike to look up in curiosity, but with nothing catching his eyes immediately, he slowly tiptoed to the area where the sound had originated. “Aha!” he shouted, opening up the bushes, but to his surprise, all he saw was an empty patch of grass, making him scratch his head in confusion. “Huh. I must be imagining things.” As he turned around, though, he noticed the small window that separated him from whatever was going on inside the gym. “I don't think they would mind if I just took a peek… WHAT THE--EEWW! GROSS!”

“Mel la mel meloetta!”

“Look, I already told you! I don't know why that dragon guy was so pissed off when I walked out of the gym.”

“La metta?”

“What was I doing in there? Uh… You know what? Let's see if I can find you some berries.”

As Brad left through the eastern entrance to Ponyville Town, the two of them found themselves on a dirt path as they made their way to Fillydelphia City, where Brad sought his next gym badge. Despite being such a bright and sunny day, however, the two of them were completely alone, isolated from any trainers or travelers making their way to or from Fillydelphia City. It was nice that the two of them could bond together without anyone giving him weird looks for wearing his pokémon on his shoulder, but it also felt eerie and somewhat suspicious.

“What kind of berries do you like most? Oran berries? Let's see if we can find some of those. Sound good?”

“Meloetta.”

“No, I am not looking for berries just to distract you from answering your question! I've just moved onto something more important. Hey, look! I think I may have found something!”

As Brad searched the trees around the path, he finally encountered a tree whose branches towered above them several stories in the air, but also carrying a copious amount of berries.

“La metta?”

“What are you talking about? Flash Sentry is Canterlot City's number one tree-climber. You don't have to worry your pretty little head.” With his arm rotating in circles to loosen up his joints, Brad pulled his arms out of his jacket and wrapped it around the trunk of the tree, using it as support for him to climb up. “You know something?” he continued, keeping his eyes focused on the prize at the top of the tree. “I was thinking that when we get to Fillydelphia City, we should stop at a hotel. We didn't get much time to rest back in Ponyville Town, and to be honest, I was kinda hoping we could try anal--”

“MELOETTA!”

“Fine! I'll settle for a blow job if you're really that opposed to--”

Then, as soon as Brad reached one of the branches and had the chance to look down, he saw three girls on the ground, tying Meloetta up. One of them tied her wrists together while the second blindfolded her and the third gagged her, and without hesitation, Brad slid his body down the tree and grabbed one of the girls by the collar of her shirt. As soon as he did, however, the girl kneed him in the gut, causing him to lose his grip as the three girls began to carry the struggling Meloetta away.

“Oh, no you don't!” Brad muttered in pain, reaching for a pokéball on his belt. “Ralts! Use confusion and save Meloetta!”

Throwing his pokéball as far as he could, a shiny white light emerged from the ball, taking the shape of a small, white pokémon who immediately began focusing its psychic energy. Suddenly, the three girls all froze in place with a blue light covering the contours of their bodies and sending them flying into the air. Once they finally reached the ground, the three of them fell on top of each other, groaning in pain as they slowly attempted to pull themselves off of each other's bodies.

“That could have gone better,” said the girl with the blue ponytail.

“Maybe if we hadn't been waiting for you to figure out how to tie a knot the whole time,” replied the girl with pink pigtails as she caressed her aching back.

“Oh, so this whole thing was my fault?”

“Hey!” Brad shouted, approaching the dogpile of girls on the ground. “What do you think you're doing?!”

Quickly, the three girls got off of each other and returned to their feet, each of them striking a pose. Their outfits all matched, sporting a short white skirt and even shorter top, displaying a large, red “S” in the center of their chests.

“Prepare for nipples!” declared the blonde one.

“And make it triple!” said the girl with pigtails.

Brad, however, scratched his head in confusion, not sure if he was being robbed by strippers or if they were legitimately part of some not-so-secret crime organization.

“To arouse the senses that plague your mind!”

“To ensnare your body and make it mine!”

“To brainwash the people of Equestria!”

“To steal your heart and make you fall in love!”

“Adagio!”

“Aria!”

“Sonata!”

“Team Siren will make you adore us!”

“Now give yourself up and grovel before us!”

“My favorite pokémon is haxorus!”

Suddenly, the Adagio girl broke character and grabbed that chick Sonata by the collar of her shirt, bringing their faces together while she snarled angrily. “How many times do we have to go through this?! You're supposed to say, ‘That's our motto, now time for the chorus!’ What's the point of practicing every single day if you can never get it right when we perform?”

“I never really got that, though,” Sonata explained. “Like, we're supposed to go straight into a pokémon battle after that, right? Is that supposed to be the chorus? Talk about lame!”

“Coming from a girl who likes dragon-type pokémon,” retorted Aria sarcastically.

“Uh… excuse me?” Then, the three bickering girls turned their heads towards Brad, who was lifting up his hand as if he were asking for permission to speak. “Can I go now? I kinda wanna get to Fillydelphia City so I can take a nap. I still haven't slept since yesterday.”

Adagio smirked, believing she had just found a new weakness that she could exploit. She then pointed her finger towards Brad and said, “We want that Meloetta. Its song is the most powerful attack a pokémon could have, and we won't let it be wasted on a novice trainer who doesn't even know how to use it!”

“Adagio,” Sonata interrupted. “We don't know how to use it either.”

“You idiot! He can hear you!”

Sonata angrily put her hands to her hips. “That doesn't make me wrong, you know!”

As the girls continued to bicker, however, Brad's attention quickly drifted away to a pokémon running from one bush to another. Taking one more quick look to make sure they were still too preoccupied on their own argument to notice him, Brad tiptoed over to the bushes, pulling out his pokéball for when he had a good angle to throw. Finally, he could make out a brown bunny munching on some berries growing from one of the branches.

“You're mine,” he said to himself quietly before reeling back his arm. “I don't really know what you are, but you're joining my team!”

Finally, everyone's face, including the buneary's, was locked onto Brad's as he threw his pokéball, changing the rabbit into a red light and sucking it into the ball. Nobody moved except for the pokéball, which wiggled violently on the ground as the pokémon tried to get free.

“Come on,” Brad said, clenching his fists and waiting for the ball to stop moving.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle…

Then, as everyone held their breaths, the pokéball froze with the red light in the center of the ball disappearing completely. He had done it. With literally nothing but a pokéball and small amount of surprise, he had managed to add a third member to his team out of nowhere.

“Would you look at that?” Adagio said with a smile, bringing Brad's head back into the matter at hand. “You caught a replacement for your meloetta. We're all so happy for you. Now, give us Meloetta, or we'll have to take her by force.”

Suddenly, as all three members of Team Siren pulled out pokéballs, the situation Brad was in immediately became much more severe. He had anticipated them only being amateur bandits, but if they all had pokémon, there was little chance of him being able to take on all three of them, especially since two of his pokémon were still pretty new. Then again, if his options were giving up Meloetta and having a three on one pokémon battle, it wasn't like he had much of a choice. Without hesitating for another moment, he bent down to pick up his new pokémon while staring his opponents down with an intense focus.

“That's a shame,” Adagio spoke, reeling her arm back. “Go! Chatot!”

“Go! Noibat!”

“Go! Whismur!”

Once all three pokéballs landed on the ground, three white lights emerged, taking the shape of a small, pink ball, a purple bat with large, spherical ears and a multicolored bird. None of them looked too scary, but at the same time, Brad didn't want to underestimate them like they were underestimating him.

“So it's a triple battle, then?” he asked with a cocky smile. “Works for me. Meloetta! Ralts! Buneary! Go!”

With Meloetta taking center stage and Ralts quickly approaching, Brad threw his final pokéball, releasing his inexperienced buneary in between the two veteran pokémon. Both Ralts and Whismur shook with fear, Buneary and Noibat both seemed oblivious to what was going on, but Chatot and Meloetta both seemed ready for battle. It was the perfect match up in terms of ability, evolution and personality, which just meant that the outcome would be a total toss up. Brad would either escape or lose his most valuable pokémon.

“Last chance to surrender, boy,” Adagio said confidently, “especially if the only good pokémon you have is that one meloetta.”

“Coming from a chick that legitimately started her motto with ‘prepare for nipples’ and ended with ‘my favorite pokémon is haxorus.’”

“Hey!” Sonata shouted dejectedly. “There is nothing wrong with haxoruses! They're a dragon-type, and dragon-types are my favorite! Isn't that right, Noibat?” The purple bat squeaked happily, making Adagio slap her hand to her face.

“LIKING HAXORUSES IS NOT PART OF THE MOTTO!”

“Well,” Sonata replied, “if it was, then maybe he would take it more seriously!”

“He’s not taking us seriously because you like haxoruses!”

As the two girls bickered between themselves, the third team siren member groaned in frustration. “Am I seriously going to have to do this whole thing myself? Whismur!” Her pokémon jumped in fear. “Show those pokémon we mean business. Use supersonic now!”

With trembling feet, the small pink ball emitted a high-pitched screech, causing Brad to shield his ears. When he looked up at his team, though, they seemed almost entranced by the noise, but once the sound died down, they switched glances between the enemies and fellow team members, unsure of whom to attack. Unfortunately for Brad, however, he was just as clueless of what was going on as his pokémon were.

“Meloetta!” he shouted. “Are you OK?”

“La metta!” she replied, waving her hand in the air.

“Good! Now hit ‘em with a psychic attack and end this thing!”

“Melo metta!” Brad smiled at the confidence of his pokémon, but that smile quickly faded as Meloetta turned towards Ralts and Buneary, readying her attack.

“Whoa,” Brad said cautiously, holding up his hands. “Meloetta, what are you doing?”

It was almost as if none of his pokémon could hear him anymore, like they had all just decided for some reason that they would much rather fight each other, and he had no idea how to stop it. “Laaaaaaaa MEEEEEEEEEL!!” With all the power she had, Meloetta then released a shockwave of pure psychic energy towards both Buneary and Ralts, which Ralts managed to teleport away from, but hitting his newest pokémon in a direct collision.

“Buneary! NO!” Brad, gritting his teeth, then turned towards Meloetta in fury, making her shrink from his fiery gaze. “What the hell did you do that for?!”

“Ha!” the blonde chuckled. “Looks like Meloetta really does want to work with us after all. You might want to call back your other pokémon before it gets hurt any further, though.”

Brad didn’t want to admit it, but he was losing this battle already, and if he let his pride get in the way of things, one of his pokémon might not make it out of that battle. Just as he went to grab Buneary’s pokéball from his belt, however, he saw the rabbit begin to hobble its way back up to its feet, looking like it was ready to make another stab at it. “Buneary?” Brad mumbled in disbelief. “Are you OK?”

Suddenly, Adagio knew exactly what was going on and bit her thumb in frustration. “You’re telling me out of all the moves that it could possibly learn, it just happened to know endure?!”

Then, snapping out of its confusion, Meloetta quickly realized what she had done, voicing her urgent apology, but Brad was still too concerned about his newly acquired pokémon to pay her any mind. “Alright, Buneary,” he said, pulling the pokéball from his belt. “I know you want to be all tough here, but I don’t want you getting hurt here. I’m calling you back.”

“Bun bun!” the wobbly pokémon replied, holding up its paw.

“You… want to keep going?”

“Bun buneary bun!”

“You’re saying that you getting hurt was Team Siren’s fault and that you want to stop them?”

“Bun bun!”

Brad had no idea how he was beginning to understand it, but just because he understood didn’t mean he agreed. “No. You’re going back in the ball. You’re already hurt bad enough as it is, and I don’t want anything else happening to you!”

“Buneary!” Its voice was growing louder in anger, almost a desperation to stay out and fight longer as if giving up now would leave a scar that would last forever. Then, pulling itself to its feet, it began to bounce back and forth like a fighting-type pokémon, glaring at the whismur with its blood boiling inside.

All three girls were now staring straight at the weak target, and Brad knew that if he didn’t do something now, it might not survive their next attack. “Now, girls!” Adagio shouted, pointing her finger towards Brad’s buneary. “Chattot! Use chatter!”

“Noibat! Gust attack!

“Whismur! Uproar!”

As soon as the three girls opened their lips, Brad had already closed half the distance between them and his pokémon, running with as much speed as he had adrenaline in his body. Once Buneary caught the sight of Brad approaching, however, it was immediately engulfed in a protective hug while Brad tumbled to the ground, back facing the opposing pokémon. “I’ve got you, Buneary!” he exclaimed. “I won’t let them hurt--AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”

Pain began to tear through Brad’s back before he could even finish his sentence as three attacks bombarded his body at once, causing him to scream out in pain. His pokémon looked up in fear, but even through his screams, even through the tears streaming out of his eyelids, he looked down at Buneary like everything was going to be OK. Covering its eyes with its ears so that it wouldn’t have to see his face anymore, the pokémon returned its grip, as if to communicate to Brad that he was going to be the one protected here.

Once the attack subsided, the back of Brad’s jacket was torn in a large circle to reveal his bloody flesh through the fabric of his shirt, leaving a long silence as Team Siren waited to see the result of their attack. The silence then became uncomfortable, causing Sonata to look back at her sisters, who were each beginning to shake like they had gone too far, but just as soon as they were about to break character, a white light shone from within Brad’s arms. Was he summoning another pokémon? If he had another pokémon, why would he summon his weakest one right out of the gates?

Suddenly, however, the bright light began to pull itself outside of Brad’s arms, growing almost three times its initial size as the luminescence gradually began to fade away. It had the same color as the buneary before, but it held itself up with much more confidence, bouncing back and forth like before, only with much more energy and vigor. Its ears were much longer, the fuzz on its pelvis had moved up to its paws, and its overall shape was much more feminine and curved. Finally, the light dissipated completely, leaving an entirely new pokémon in its stead.

“What the fuck?!” Aria shouted. “How did it evolve without even winning a battle?!”

Adagio growled, suddenly realizing what was going on. “Of course. Bunearies don’t evolve from leveling up. They evolve from growing an attachment with their trainer!”

Finally, Brad lifted his head up, guided by his newly evolved pokémon lifting his chin with her paw, and once he looked into his new pokémon’s eyes, a smile crept up on his face. “I knew catching you was a good idea,” he chuckled weakly. “What do I have the honor of calling you?”

“Looooopunny!”

Brad chuckled. “Know any moves that’d work on these jokers?”

“Lopunny!” she replied, turning on her heels and bouncing back and forth. Suddenly, as she planted her feet into the ground, she got low to the grass and exploded into the air, disappearing into the sky before hurdling down with a fierce kick across the enemy whismur’s face, flinging it backwards into a nearby tree. Before either of Team Siren’s other pokémon knew how to react, however, she began to wobble as if she couldn’t see straight, and just as their guards were lowered, she sent a fierce punch towards both the noibat and chatot, causing them to collapse onto the ground.

All three members of Team Siren waited for their pokémon to get up again, but none of them moved, remaining motionless on the ground to signal that the battle was over.

“Shit,” Adagio said under her breath, caught off guard by the immediate turn of events. “Chatot! Return!”

“Noibat! Return!”

“Whismur! Return!”

With no pokémon left to fight, the three members of Team Siren switched glances between each other awkwardly, silently communicating how they would get out of there alive. “You haven’t seen the last of us, twerp!” Adagio exclaimed while discreetly beginning to make a run for it, but moments after the words escaped her lips, all three girls began running away, shouting in unison.

“““YOU WILL ADORE TEAM SIREN!”””

Brad waited for a good minute or two just to make sure that they were really gone, but after the scenery had been left silent for long enough, he collapsed onto the ground, cheering and wallowing in pain. “We did it!” he shouted, followed by a quick, “Ow, ow, ow!”

“Mel meloetta?”

“Don’t worry about it, Meloetta. I know you didn’t mean it.”

“Looooopunny!”

“And great job to you too, Lopunny! I have a feeling you’re gonna come in handy in my next battle!”

“Lop looooooop!”

Then, all three heads turned towards the final member of the team, Ralts, who had done little more than stay out of the way during this battle, which Brad sure wasn’t complaining about. The last thing he wanted was for any of his pokémon to get hurt, which he hoped he would never have to prove again, but Ralts looked down at the ground, sucking its thumb like it was deeply ashamed.

“Sorry, Ralts. I guess this battle was a little too much to ask from you. Next time, I’ll have you take care of those goons all by yourself. How does that sound?”

The timid pokémon quickly reacted by hiding itself behind Meloetta, making Brad laugh boisterously before wincing in pain again. Ralts would eventually get its chance, but there would probably be plenty of time before they ever ran into Team Siren again. In the meantime, they could enjoy their long trip to their next destination: Fillydelphia City.

The trainer and his pokémon could hardly believe that they had made it out of the forest when they arrived at their destination, a city completely encompassed in trees, flowers and shrubbery. It was a beautiful environment. At least, it would have been if Brad hadn’t been sick of being surrounded by trees for the past couple of days.

By the time he had made it to the pokémon center, however, he collapsed onto the floor almost immediately, causing the blisseys behind the counter to quickly pick him up and put him on a stretcher. “I’m.. f-fine…” he mumbled, unable to keep his eyes open while the blisseys rushed him into the same unit as the injured pokémon.

“Blissey! Blissey!”

“Look, if you’re not even gonna talk like people, I’m just gonna go to sl…”

He couldn’t even finish his sentence before he lost consciousness, giving up all control to the dark void that pulled him in. For the first time since he had started his pokémon journey, things were quiet. He wasn’t on his feet, in a battle, or having sex with some random girl, which was such a shock to his system, that when he went out, he went out hard, pulling himself into such a deep slumber that the blisseys around him began to worry whether or not he would even wake up.

As the nurse walked in, the unit was in a panic. “Who’s this?” the nurse asked, turning towards her assistants.

“Blissey! Bliss blissey!”

“A trainer collapsed in the lobby? Was there anyone with him?” The clamoring pokémon stopped momentarily to shake their heads. “I see. Does he have a phone? Maybe there’s someone we could contact.”

The blissey to his right then turned back towards the sleeping human, reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone, handing it to the nurse who quickly opened up his contacts. She didn’t know what exactly she was looking for, since the trainer was obviously on a journey and far away from home, but if he had no one else to contact, she would have to settle with his parents a couple of towns away. Before she even got that far, however, she scrolled over a name that made her eyes widen in surprise, motioning for the blisseys to grab a phone for her as she continued to stare at the name.

“How do you know her?” the nurse asked herself while grabbing the hospital phone. As she dialed the number, however, Brad experienced the best sleep of his life, blowing a nose bubble with a goofy smile growing across his face.

“You like that, don’t you, Pinkie Pie?”

“Wowie! I didn’t know a dick could get that deep! I didn’t even know I went that deep!”

Brad had Pinkie Pie bent over, shaking in arousal while his dick hardened between her lower lips, making both of them moan pleasurably as sweat began to drip down both of their bodies. The teenage boy gripped Pinkie’s breasts, pressing his chest against her back while Pinkie grabbed onto her knees, helping him thrust back and forth as her legs began to grow weaker with each push. The only sounds in the nearby radius were the sounds of their heavy breathing, moans and pelvises colliding while the air was filled with a hot steam, barely cooled down by the sweat of their bodies and the fluids from Pinkie Pie’s orifice.

“Having fun?” the party-planner asked, making Brad chuckle between breaths.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to try this.”

“What else did you wanna try?”

Brad’s member grew even longer just from the thought of what else he could do, a sensation that did not go unnoticed as Pinkie Pie’s gasps became more feminine, growing higher in pitch. “Well… if you’re asking…”

Pinkie then looked back up at Brad with a half-lidded smile. “Ohhhhh. You wanna put it in my butt, don’t you?”

The teenage boy bit his lip to keep himself from cumming on the spot, but nodding his head, Pinkie Pie weakly pulled herself off of Brad’s dick, grabbed hold of his shaft and angled his length upward until it prodded her asshole. Finally, pushing her hips back, she allowed the phallus to gently find its way into her butthole, navigating up her anal walls as her tongue began to stick out of her mouth from the sudden intense pleasure. Brad grabbed hold of Pinkie’s waist to keep her from falling over already in her overwhelming lust, then gradually pulled himself out and in, finding a steady rhythm as he made his way up her butt.

“Wowie, Brad! You were right! This does feel good!”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to last long, though.”

“Then don’t, silly! What’s the point of sex if you don’t get to cum?”

“You sure? I don’t want to leave you hanging or anything.”

“Are you kidding?! I’ve been cumming this whole time!”

Brad wasn’t quite sure how that was possible, but he wasn’t about to argue, especially if this was against Pinkie Pie logic. Instead, he gripped her skin harder as he thrusted his hips even more violently, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried forcing himself over the edge towards that sweet release he yearned for. Again, Pinkie Pie held onto her knees, arching her back and squatting onto Brad’s dick as he slid in and out of her anal cavity, grinding his cock against the crevices of her insides.

“Oh, Pinkie, it’s about to happen.”

“Do it, Brad! Give my butthole a banana creampie!”

Suddenly, all the pressure in his crotch was released at once, erupting into Pinkie Pie’s ass while the two of them screamed at the top of their lungs. The feeling was more powerful than he could remember feeling at any point in months, almost as if he had been going through a drought the whole time just so that he could release everything at this one moment. His legs were growing wetter, which he couldn’t tell whether he was feeling his own seed overflowing out of her anus or if it was legitimately just Pinkie Pie’s vagina dripping like a faucet down his pelvis.

“Oh, shit,” he moaned, trying to squeeze the semen out as hard as he could. “Ohhh, shit! Oh, shit! OH--”

“SHIT!”

Brad screamed reflexively, waking up from his slumber while panickedly lifting the hospital covers off of his legs. Then, looking down, his worst fears were realized: he jizzed himself in his sleep. With an embarrassed groan, he dropped his forehead into his hands, trying not to move his legs and spread the semen any more than he already had, but lifting his gaze up momentarily, he quickly locked eyes with a teenage girl, holding her legs in terror on her hospital chair.

“A-are you OK?” she asked fearfully. “Y-you screamed pretty loud.”

With his face growing beet red, he quickly pulled the hospital sheets back over his legs, hoping that she hadn’t seen the damage he’d done to himself. “Oh, hey, Fluttershy. W-what are you doing here?”

Fluttershy peered over her knees just enough to make eye contact while she quietly said, “Nurse Redheart said that you collapsed when you got to the pokémon center. She said she needed someone to come over before she could discharge you.”

“So, she asked you to come get me?”

“I guess I was the only person in your phone who she recognized.”

“Wait, she has my phone?!” Brad exclaimed, reaching into his pocket in a frenzy as soon as he realized that he had forgotten to delete a certain wallpaper of Rarity’s honk-- “Anyway, does this mean I’m good? I’d prefer not to stay here too long. Hospitals are filled with dying old people, and I think I’m surrounded by enough regret already.”

Fluttershy tilted her head. “Hospital? You’re still at the pokémon center.”

As soon as the words escaped her lips, Nurse Redheart walked in with a blissey behind her holding a clipboard, making Brad’s eyes grow wide from the woman’s mature beauty. “Oh, I see you’re awake,” she said with a half smile. “We were beginning to grow worried. You’d been asleep for about sixteen hours.”

“Sixteen hours?!” Brad exclaimed. “How in the cock did I manage that?!”

“Well, we ran some tests on you while you were asleep. We looked to see if there was anything in your bloodstream, but detected no viruses or benzodiazepines. We then took your blood pressure, which was definitely high, but not fatal, which indicates that you may have blah blah blah…” At this point, Brad had lost track of what Nurse Redheart was saying as his eyes became lost in her ample bosom, swaying along with her shoulders as she energetically went over the test results. “Basically what that means is, your body is just recovering from the amount of fatigue you’ve been experiencing.”

Brad quickly pulled himself back together and wiped the drool from his mouth, hoping that the nurse hadn’t seen his eyes wandering below her own. “Right,” he said as if he had been paying attention the whole time. “I completely understand.”

“So with all that out of the way, now that you’re awake, we feel completely comfortable discharging you immediately. You’ll find all your belongings as well as your pokémon up at the front desk. Have a great day!”

As Nurse Redheart began walking out, Brad wasted no time in getting as much view of her backside swaying with each step she took, but just as soon as she left the room, Brad came to a sudden realization. “Wait! You mean I have to leave already?! Don’t make me leave you!”

“But Brad,” Fluttershy began hesitantly, “didn’t you want to get out of here as soon as possible?”

“NURSE REDHEART! HEAL ME UP! HIT ME WITH THOSE D-CUPS!”

Unfortunately for him, however, instead of coming back, she had sent a blissey to escort him and Fluttershy to the front, hopefully not hearing his desperate plea for more attention. Then, once he made his way up to the front desk, another blissey came out with his belongings and pokémon, including Meloetta, who instead of being sealed in her pokéball sat on a tray, ready to tackle Brad with a big hug as soon as she saw him.

“La metta! La metta!”

“I’m glad to see you too, Meloetta,” Brad replied with a chuckle.

“Awwww!” Fluttershy cooed, approaching uncomfortably close to the psychic pokémon. “Aren’t you adorable!” The pink-haired girl then brushed through Meloetta’s hair, making her cheer in excitement, but just a moment later, Fluttershy turned towards Brad with one eyebrow raised. “Actually, Brad. I don’t think I ever got the chance to ask you. What are you doing in Fillydelphia City?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he replied with a smug smirk, attaching his pokéballs to his belt. “I came here to challenge you to a pokémon battle. I want the kindness badge.”

Fluttershy’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, dear.”

The trip to the Fillydelphia City gym wasn’t too far away from the pokémon center, but just to be sure, Fluttershy did everything she could to avoid mentioning the fact that Brad wanted to challenge her. In fact, she was being a little more hesitant than normal, but Brad shrugged it off regardless, expecting that he would just figure it out at some point when he finally got to battle the gym leader.

“Here we are,” Fluttershy said once they arrived at a pokémon gym covered in vines and flowers. It was beyond the beauty of what he expected a gym to look like, but his attention was stuck elsewhere. “Now, I hope you don’t mind, but I really need to get back to--” As she spoke, Fluttershy began opening the door to her gym, but Brad quickly slammed the door shut, cutting her off mid-sentence and making her squeak in surprise.

“Hey! Didn’t you hear what I said back at the pokémon center?”

“Yes. Well. Umm. About that…”

“I came here to challenge you to a match and win the kindness badge!”

“Right. It’s just… you see…”

Brad cocked an eyebrow and leaned in towards Fluttershy’s face, making her involuntarily flinch away while scrunching her upper body in fear. “What’s up, Fluttershy? You’ve been acting weird since we left.”

Finally, the girl with pink hair relaxed, breathing in deeply and exhaling before looking Brad in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Brad. I just didn’t know a good way to say that I didn’t think you were ready for a gym battle yet.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Gym battles are a really big deal. They decide who’s ready to enter the Pokémon League, the highest level of competitive battle in the entire Equestria region. I’ve never seen you train pokémon before, so I just didn’t think you’d be ready to challenge me yet. Oh--not that I’m very good or anything…”

Brad, feeling lost for words, gave Fluttershy the stink eye, shaking his head that even someone as quiet and reserved as her would give him the same crap that Twilight gave him, but that’s when he came up with the exact idea that he needed. “Check this out,” the boy said, opening up his jacket and making Fluttershy cover her face, afraid that Brad was going to flash her. Instead, though, when she peeked through her fingers, she saw a badge in the shape of a pink star with several white stars surrounding it. “This is the gym badge that I got from Twilight. I earned it from her fair and square, and now I’m ready to take you on.”

Fluttershy’s mouth trembled, and after a few moments of silence, she bowed her head and said, “Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry! I just thought that with your reputation, you wouldn’t be taking this seriously! I’m sorry for profiling you like that!”

Brad groaned slumping his shoulders and closing his jacket again. “You don’t have to be so honest, Fluttershy. Really.”

“Well, in that case, I’d love to have a battle with you! Come on in!”

Finally, Fluttershy opened up the door to the gym, revealing even more luscious gardens inside, growing in a pattern around the main battle stage where a group of women gossipped together. As soon as the two trainers walked through the door, the three girls stopped talking and turned towards their gym leader with widened smiles.

“Welcome back, Fluttershy!” the girl with the rosy red hair exclaimed.

“Hello Rose, Golden Harvest, Daisy,” the gym leader said with a joyful voice. “Did any trainers come while I was gone?”

“Nope,” Golden Harvest replied. “Is this the guy you needed to pick up from the hospital?”

“What’s wrong with him?” Daisy interrupted. “Does he have a disease? He’s not contagious is he?! The horror! The horror!”

Fluttershy giggled, despite Brad standing behind her giving the girls an offended glare. “No, girls, nothing like that. Brad here just had a long trip here and needed to rest a little while. He’s all better now.”

“OK…?” Rose added with a tilted eyebrow. “Then why is he here?”

Before Fluttershy could answer, however, Brad pushed himself forward, looking the three girls in the eyes and exclaimed, “Because I’m going to challenge her to a pokémon battle!”

Silence filled the room as the three girls stopped chatting and turned towards each other, but once the message sunk in, their faces contorted, trying to hold in their laughter before their giggles broke out of their mouths. By this point, Brad should have been used to reactions like these, but somehow, every time someone laughed at him seemed to piss him off more and more.

“You want to challenge Fluttershy?” Rose chuckled, pointing her finger at Brad’s face. “I know you think you have a knack for finding easy girls, but Fluttershy is as tough as they get.”

“There’s no way she’d lose to someone like you,” Daisy chimed in, holding her sides as more laughter filtered through her body.

“Now girls,” Fluttershy finally intervened, holding up her hands to calmly silence the giggling women. “Brad here is a pokémon trainer, and I have an obligation to accept any challenge that it presented to me.”

Golden Harvest snorted. “Sure, but is he really qualified to be challenging a gym leader?”

“I was actually doubtful myself when he first told me, but he already has one gym badge.” The girls suddenly flinched where they stood, too taken aback to laugh any further. “Now, would you all do me the favor of being my referees in this match? I would really appreciate it!”

Brad held his breath while the three women congregated together, nodding their heads silently and taking the referee box just outside the battle arena, and with that out of the way, Fluttershy made her way over to her side of the battlefield as well. The teenage boy may have felt more confident after his win against Twilight, which was only amplified by how much he wanted to rub it in those snotty girls’ faces when he won, but he was still nervous about taking on a gym leader like Fluttershy, especially when he still didn’t have a good gauge on how tough gym leaders in this region were.

“We’ll use two pokémon a side,” Fluttershy said confidently before shrinking to herself again. “That is, if that’s OK with you.”

“Sure thing,” Brad said, taking his own side of the field. Since he had three pokémon now, he needed to think carefully about who he would send out first. Seeing as how the entire gym was surrounded by green foliage, there was little doubt in his mind that Fluttershy must have specialized in grass-type pokémon, but he didn’t have any flying, fire or bug-types to combat them. Luckily, though, most grass-types also had a dual poison-type, which Brad did have a way of combating. “I have you all figured out, Fluttershy! Meloetta! I choose you!”

“Mel la metta!” Finally, after waiting this whole time perched on Brad’s shoulder, she hopped into the battlefield, striking a pose like she was ready for battle.

“Awww!” Fluttershy exclaimed, making Brad feel uncomfortable again. “I guess you do have me figured out if you’re sending out this little cutie. I don’t know how I’ll be able to battle it.”

“That’s not what I mean!” Fluttershy and the three girls all looked up at Brad with curiosity as he put his hands to his hips and smirked victoriously. “I’m saying that I could tell you were a grass-type gym leader. Good luck battling against someone like Meloetta here.”

As soon as the words escaped his lips, however, the three girls off to the side fell to their knees in laughter again, making a vain nearly pop out of Brad’s head as his anger grew. “I’m sorry, Brad,” Fluttershy began, “but I guess you must have gotten the wrong idea. Applejack is the one who specializes in grass-types.”

Suddenly, Brad’s pose didn’t feel so victorious anymore. “Wait, what?”

“I’m sorry, Brad, but as a gym leader, I need to take this battle as seriously as possible. Pokéball, go!”

The pink-haired girl then threw out her pokéball onto the field, which emanated a bright white light until it finally took the shape of a small butterfly with a brown scarf appendage and glistening white wings.

“Romomomomooooom!”

Brad and Meloetta both stood in silence for several moments, staring down the enemy pokémon before finally, Brad slumped his shoulders and said, “OK, I admit it. I have no idea what that’s supposed to be.”

“You idiot!” Rose shouted. “Fluttershy specializes in fairy-type pokémon!”

“OK…” Brad began, turning his attention towards the three girls. “What are they supposed to be weak against again?”

“Poison-types.”

“...Yeah, we’re fucked.”

“Are both trainers ready?” Golden Harvest announced, breaking his depression enough to face Fluttershy. Once the two had read each other’s expressions, the two of them nodded their heads, never leaving focus of the arena in front of them. “Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leader Fluttershy. Begin!”

Calculation time. Fluttershy was the gym leader for fairy-types. He may not have had any pokémon that were strong against fairy-type pokémon, but he also didn’t have any pokémon that were weak to fairy-types either. At least, he was pretty sure. What were fairy-types strong against, again? Didn’t matter.

“Alright, Meloetta! Show her what you can do! Use psychic attack, now!”

Immediately, Meloetta lifted herself into the air, surrounded by a dark blue aura until finally, she released the shockwaves towards the opponent, making it wince in pain from the psychic attack. Once the attack was finished, however, the enemy ribombee blinked as if it were legitimately as surprised as Brad was that it had taken next to no damage.

“Are you even trying?” Daisy asked. “Are you really that dumb when it comes to type difference?”

“Hey, I have an idea! How about you drink a nice, big cup of shut the fu--”

“Please don’t fight!” Fluttershy exclaimed quietly. “Brad’s probably trying his best out here. There’s no need to make fun of him!”

“You know… that was kind of a low-key way of making fun of me, you’re aware of that, right?”

“Ribombee!” Fluttershy continued as if she hadn’t heard Brad’s rebuttal. “Start us off with a quiver dance!”

“Romomomooooom!” The pokémon on Fluttershy’s side of the battlefield then spun in circles, shaking rapidly as pollen fluttered from its wings and floated through the air. Then, once the spinning had stopped, it shook off the remaining pollen and flexed with a determined look in its eyes. “Romoooom!”

It didn’t look like anything in particular had happened, but this was probably just some move to set them up. Brad was already at a disadvantage in not knowing how to battle very well, but he was even more at a disadvantage when he couldn’t even figure out what the opponent was doing.

“Don’t let it fool you, Meloetta! Sing it to sleep!”

The psychic-type pokémon nodded vigorously while taking in a large, deep breath. “Meeeeee-loeee-taaaaaaa Meloo-eeeeee-taaaaa!”

“That’s right, Meloetta! Put that thing to sleep so we can finish this--H-huh?!” As Meloetta continued to sing, the enemy pokémon didn’t flinch, not even blinking as it waited throughout its opponent’s song. Quickly, turning towards the three catty girls, he asked, “Do any of you have an idea of what’s going on? This is the first time this has happened to me before.”

“It has the ability sweet vail,” Rose answered. “It prevents it from falling asleep.”

“Are you freaking kidding me?! Out of all the abilities this thing could have, it just happened to have the one that deflects the one good move I had?!”

“I wouldn’t be too upset, Brad,” Fluttershy hummed. “After all, I was surprised too when I found out. I actually have lots of ribombees in my garden, but when I saw the ability this one had, I just knew that I had to make it the one I would use in battle.” Brad bit his lip, clenched his fist and glared down at his shoes, wracking his brain for anything he could possibly do to fight off this pokémon, but nothing came to mind. “I’m sorry, Brad, but there’s one more teensy weensy thing you should know about bug-types--before you get too mad.”

The male trainer groaned, slumping his shoulders in aggravation. “OK. What is it?”

“They’re… um… strong against psychic-types.”

“...Please tell me you’re joking.”

Then, Fluttershy quickly pointed her finger towards Meloetta and shouted, “Alright, Ribombee! Now’s your chance! Use bug buzz!”

“Roooooooooom!”

Without delaying the inevitable any further, the enemy ribombee fluttered its wings again, sending a wave of sound towards Meloetta, causing her to seize up in the air with all of her muscles going limp. The psychic pokémon screamed, making Brad want to jump in and grab her, but he knew that it was still too early to give up just yet, even if he was at a significant disadvantage. As the attack finally came to an end, however, Meloetta dropped to the floor, barely twitching as she attempted to pull herself back up to her fet.

“Meloetta, do you think you’re going to be OK?”

“Mel… la…” Despite her weakened body, Meloetta was too prideful to give up just yet, rising up to her feet and lifting herself into the air, staring down her opponent like she wasn’t ready to quit. “La metta!”

“Give it up before your pokémon gets hurt!” Rose called out angrily, making Brad’s frustration mount even higher.

“Not yet! I still have one more trick up my sleeve! Meloetta! Give it a relic song!”

With a deep breath, the psychic-type pokémon opened her mouth and began to sing, filling the room with a vibrant melody that made the bug-type wince in pain, and throughout her song, Meloetta began to dance as her dress curled upwards and her green hair wrapped itself into a burnt brown bun atop her head. Finally, as the song came to an end, Meloetta descended onto the floor, making a few quick jabs in the air to show off its new typing that was no longer weak to bugs.

“La mel!”

“You’re screwed now, Fluttershy!” Brad said, clenching his fist. “Now that Meloetta is a fighting-type, she’s gonna squash that puny bug-type!”

“Uhhh, hellooo!!” Daisy called from the ref box. “Fighting-types are ineffective against bug-types!”

Brad cocked his head to the side. “How are fighting-types not…? You know what? I don’t believe you this time.”

“They’re also weak to fairy-types,” Golden Harvest added.

Meloetta flinched, turning her head back in fear towards Brad, who took in a deep breath to calm his frustration yet again. “Can I call time out real quick?”

“Um…” Fluttershy said, turning towards the three referees for permission. “I guess so.”

“So, as a psychic-type, Meloetta is weak against your pokémon because it’s a bug-type, but now that it’s a fighting-type, it’s going to do even less damage while still being weak to its fairy-typing?” Rather than answer verbally, however, Fluttershy timidly nodded her head, hoping that he wouldn’t lash out his frustrations towards her. “...OK, here’s what I’m gonna do. Meloetta, I’m gonna have you come back for right now. This bitch is using cheat codes.”

Meloetta didn’t need to be summoned into her pokéball to leave the battle sight, instead choosing to float her way back to Brad’s shoulder, but this still left him in a tough position. Lopunny was strong for sure, but its best move was a fighting-type move, which was doubly ineffective against Ribombee. On the other hand, Ralts was still a baby, and even though it was strong, it wouldn’t last five minutes against a bug-type. The more he thought about it, the more the pressure mounted, making him worry that there was no viable way for him to realistically win this match.

“Are you just gonna keep us waiting?” Daisy asked, folding her arms and tapping her foot.

Brad wished he had more time to think about it, but he was pretty sure he knew what to do at this point anyway. Turning his hat to the side, he reached towards his belt, hit the center of his pokéball and threw it into the arena. “Lopunny! I choose you!”

As the ball hit the center of the arena, a large white figure appeared, taking the shape of a bunny hopping back and forth on the tips of its feet. “Lop loooop!”

Fluttershy smirked, turning towards her bug-type with a newfound fervor. “Alright, Ribombee! Don’t be scared! Hit it with a fairy wind!”

“Romomomomooooooom!”

Like its previous two attacks, its wings fluttered at sonic speeds, emitting a wavelike attack, but this time, a pink breeze sailed through the air, hitting Brad’s lopunny and nearly sending it flying backwards. As the normal-type held its ground, though, crossing its arms in an X to defend itself, Brad held his breath, fearing that at any moment, the attack would be too much for it to bear.

“What moves can I even use against this thing?” Brad thought to himself, biting his thumb. “I know it has endure and high jump kick, but what else?”

At that moment, Brad realized something quickly, just as Ribombee’s attack was beginning to fade, and luckily for him, Lopunny still looked like she had plenty more gas in the tank. “Lopunny, you’re a normal-type, right?”

“Lop!” she replied with a nod, giving Brad the smirk that he needed.

“Perfect! Show Fluttershy we mean business! Hit it with a dizzy punch!”

“Looooop!”

Before Lopunny could even get close, however, the enemy ribombee immediately began zooming away, flying at speeds that the normal-type couldn’t keep up with. Just as soon as the enemy thought it had pulled a smart move over Brad’s lopunny, however, the rabbit began spinning in the other direction, sending a fierce punch hurdling straight into the bug’s face.

“Oh, my goodness!” Fluttershy exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

The enemy ribombee waited for several moments, floating in the air without moving until finally, it looked in all directions between Fluttershy, Brad, the lopunny and all the girls on the other side of the arena. Fluttershy squeaked, but Brad clenched his fist in excitement.

“Alright! It’s confused! Now, this may be our only chance. Do you have any moves that you know of that can finish this once and for all?”

The lopunny looked back at Brad with a look of curiosity, but with a confident smile, it bounced back and forth in front of the enemy ribombee before bouncing up to the edge of the ceiling. With a gasp, Fluttershy brought her hand to her mouth and quickly brought her attention back to Ribombee.

“Oh, no! Ribombee, it’s going to use bounce! Use protect! Quick!” Ribombee quickly shifted its attention back to Fluttershy, then back to Brad, then back to the three flower girls, but with an oblivious look on its face, it turned back towards its trainer as if a question mark were over its head. “Oh, dear.”

Then, bouncing off of the ceiling, the lopunny crashed into the enemy pokémon, creating a billow of dust from the collision that the move had created. All five trainers as well as Meloetta covered their mouths with their arms, coughing incessantly from the dust in the air, but even with their eyes squinting from the pollution, they were all staring down at the battlefield intently waiting to see the outcome of the move. Then, finally, as the dust began to clear away, Lopunny stood tall atop Fluttershy’s ribombee, its eyes spinning as it laid on the ground in exhaustion.

With a large grin forming on his face, Brad turned towards the three referee girls to get their verdict. Rose flinched, turning towards Daisy, who shrugged and motioned for Golden Harvest to help out, but none of them could see any way for this to go Fluttershy’s way. With a sigh of defeat, Rose lifted up her arm towards Fluttershy’s pokémon and yelled, “Ribombee is unable to battle! Fluttershy is now down to one pokémon!”

Brad jumped into the air, pumping his fist and shouting, “ALRIIIIIIIIGHT!” The flower girls, unfortunately, were not as impressed, each of them folding their arms and scowling at the teenage boy before turning their attention back to Fluttershy.

The girl with pink hair frowned, but as she entered into the arena and lifted her bug pokémon into her arms, she managed a small smile as she said, “Don’t worry, Ribombee. You did your best, and that’s all anyone can ask of you.” She then pulled out her pokéball and opened it up, pulling the ribombee back inside in a wave of red light, and pulling another pokéball from her side, she looked Brad into the eyes with a determined stare. “You haven’t won yet, Brad. I may be shy, but I’m not about to go easy on you.”

“It’s your move, Fluttershy. I’m waiting.”

Fluttershy smirked, taking a few steps back to her trainer box as she whipped out another pokéball and sent it flying into the arena. “Klefki! I choose you!” The moment the ball hit the floor, the ball split in half, releasing a bright white light that quickly simmered into a smal, circular figure floating in midair.

“Klefki! Ki klef!”

Brad squinted his eyes to make sure that the pair of keys in the arena was legitimately Fluttershy’s pokémon, but after seeing it bobble back and forth in midair, he finally made out its small face. “So,” Brad began, pointing at Fluttershy’s klefki, “I’m guessing that thing is a steel-type?”

Fluttershy nodded. “Half steel, half fairy. Klefki is super well-rounded, not to mention a super cutie. Aren’t you Klefki?” The pokémon quickly turned around, floated its way over to Fluttershy and began snuggling against her face, making her giggle profusely.

“OK, this shouldn’t be too hard, then. Right, Lopunny?”

Lopunny turned its head and smiled, but it was obviously exhausted, breathing deeply while trying to look confident. If Klefki was a steel-type, that meant that he didn’t have many options, especially since its dual fairy-type offset the only weakness Brad could exploit. He could try sending out Meloetta again, but if she were transformed into her pirouette forme, she would get bodied the instant Fluttershy called for a fairy move. Then again, both normal and psychic-type moves didn’t do much against steel-types, meaning that it was probably going to take both of his pokémon to even have a shot at chipping away its HP.

“OK, Fluttershy,” Brad said, looking his opponent in the eyes. “Why don’t we make a deal?”

“Umm…” Fluttershy began, lifting her hand to her bottom lip and tilting her head to the side. “OK. What did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t we turn this into a bet?”

Fluttershy quickly shrinked. “Uh-oh! This doesn’t sound very good.”

“You’re allowed to say no if you want, but all I’m betting is that I win this match. In fact, I’m so confident that if I lose, I’ll let you play with Meloetta for a whole day!”

“La metta?”

As soon as the words came out of Brad’s mouth, Fluttershy’s eyes lit up as she squealed with excitement. “A whole day?! That sounds like so much fun! We could brush her hair, dance in the forest, sing with the bird pokémon--”

“Does that mean we have a deal?” Brad asked with a smirk, to which Fluttershy nodded profusely.

“Yes! If you win, I’ll owe you one big favor! How does that sound?”

As much as Meloetta tried pulling on Brad’s jacket to voice her discontent however, Brad’s smile grew even wider. “You know this means I have to win now, right? Lopunny, can I count on you?”

Brad’s pokémon weakly stood up to its full height, getting its energy back and jumping from side to side yet again. “Lopunny!”

“Alright, Klefki!” Fluttershy exclaimed. “This time it’s serious! Hit that lopunny with a mirror shot!”

“Dodge it, Lopunny!” A bright light then centered on top of the klefki’s head, growing brighter and brighter until it zoomed towards Brad’s pokémon, barely missing it as she moved out of the way just in time. “Nice! Now hit it with a high jump kick!”

Without wasting a single moment, the rabbit jumped into the air like before, nearly reaching the ceiling, but this time, when Lopunny came crashing down, it tumbled in the air until its leg outstretched at the perfect time, hitting the enemy klefki in the center of its face. The steel-type then flew back several feet, landing onto the floor by Fluttershy’s feet.

“Oh, my goodness! Are you alright?” As soon as it had heard Fluttershy’s calming voice, the pokémon rose back up into the air and shook whatever dust it had collected on the ground. “You’re doing great out there. Now, catch it off guard with metal sound!”

“Ki klef!”

Suddenly, noise was filling the entire gym area, making everyone, including the three referees crouch to the floor, covering their ears. He had no idea how this pokémon was making the metallic sound, but he could clearly see that Lopunny was feeling the brunt of it as she screamed out in pain. Once the sound stopped, however, Lopunny was slow to get back to her confident posture.

“Good job, Klefki! Now finish it off with a dazzling gleam!”

Immediately, Fluttershy’s pokémon became surrounded by a bright pink aura swirling around its body until it came crashing forward, knocking Lopunny back several feet until she skidded to a halt on the ground. Brad waited several moments for the dust around her to clear up, but once it did, there was no doubt that she was knocked unconscious, making this battle that much harder to win.

“Lopunny is unable to battle!” Daisy shouted, raising her arm towards Brad’s pokémon. “Brad is now down to one pokémon!”

Brad clicked his tongue, reaching for his pokéball and defeatedly summoning Lopunny back. Then, turning to the pokémon on his shoulder, he said, “It’s up to you now, Meloetta. Think you’ll be OK out there?”

“Meloetta!”

With a newfound dedication in her voice, Meloetta leapt off of Brad’s shoulder, landing inside the arena across from Klefki. She had already taken a little bit of a beating from Ribombee, and to make matters worse, she was still in her pirouette forme, which meant that one more dazzling gleam would probably finish her off. He would have to get her back into her aria forme quick, but even then, he would need to figure out some way to finish it off before they finished Meloetta off.

“Don’t waste any time, Meloetta! Relic song, quick!”

Without delaying any further, Meloetta began to sing like she had before, rising into the air as her body changed, but unlike Ribombee, Klefki didn’t seem to be phased at all by the song. Once she was finished, her normal green hair had returned, but now it was Klefki’s turn to strike back.

“You’re doing great, Klefki! Let’s try out another mirror shot!”

“Meloetta! Dodge!” The moment Meloetta turned back to hear Brad’s command, however, she was immediately hit by Klefki’s attack, which unlike the last time had managed to connect perfectly. “Are you OK?”

“Mel la metta!” she replied energetically, despite how long it took for her to get back to her feet.

“We can’t afford to take any more shots like that! Put it to sleep with sing!”

“Crafty shield!”

As soon as Meloetta began to sing, a large, translucent wall of light appeared in front of Klefki, and where most pokémon would be falling asleep by this time, Klefki continued to jingle back and forth with complete awareness. Then, realizing that her song was having no effect, Meloetta cut her song short, looking over towards Brad for an explanation as to what their next move would be.

Brad bit his lip again, knowing that at this point, his options were more limited than ever, and if he didn’t finish this battle soon, Fluttershy would end it for the both of them. Still, though, going through Meloetta’s moveset in his mind, he went over and over the possible strategies he could employ that would be his best bet in winning the match. Sing had no effect as long as Klefki had crafty shield. Relic song would not only do little damage, but would also change Meloetta into her pirouette forme, which would create problems with its dazzling gleam. Psychic, which although was a powerful move that complemented her strengths, was still resisted against Klefki’s steel-typing, which left only one more option. Close combat in and of itself was a good move considering that it would at least do neutral damage against its dual fairy/steel-typing, but while Meloetta was in her aria forme, her physical attack power was reduced dramatically. Not only that, but once she used it, her defenses would drop drastically.

“OK, Meloetta,” Brad began once he had finally made up his mind. “How many more shots do you think you can take?”

“La meloetta!”

“At least one more? Let’s give this next one all you have, then.”

“Wait!” Fluttershy interjected, holding up her hand and catching both Brad and Meloetta off guard. “You can understand your pokémon?”

“I don’t know how, but Meloetta and I have a strong enough connection to where we can understand each other. That’s why…” Brad then pointed his finger towards Fluttershy. “...we’re going to win this battle! Meloetta! Psychic attack!”

Like before, Meloetta launched herself in the air, wrapped her arms to her chest and began emitting a dark blue glow, and with a sudden burst of energy, she released her arms towards the klefki, sending vicious shockwaves in its direction. Klefki was then sent hurtling backwards, yelling in pain as it fell, but once the shockwaves were over, it weakly lifted itself off of the ground, shook off the dust and jingled back and forth with its eyes staring down Meloetta in anger.

“If we’ve only got one more shot, then let’s make this count!” Fluttershy said, showing an unusually confident demeanor. “Hit it with one more mirror shot!”

“Klef kiiiii!”

Just as they had seen before, Klefki emitted a bright glow at the top of its head, and being unable to dodge in her weakened state, the enemy’s attack hit true once more. Meloetta screamed in pain, falling back to the ground, but lifting her head at the end of the attack, she showed that she still had enough energy to continue on with the fight, at least enough for one final attack. Once she jumped up to her feet, however, she uncharacteristically slipped, catching herself with her hands and making Fluttershy’s lips curl upwards.

“Looks like it worked, Klefki! Good job!”

With his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, he turned his attention towards the referees, who had so far been pretty decent at getting him whatever information he needed. “What is she talking about?”

“Didn’t you wonder why Fluttershy has been using mirror shot rather than dazzling gleam when mirror shot has a lower chance of connecting as well as less attack power?” Golden Harvest asked mockingly.

“No, can’t say that the thought crossed my mind… or that I knew any of that.”

“You pokémon’s accuracy just got reduced,” Rose answered with impatience. “It means that even moves with perfect accuracy might not connect.”

“Plus, it looks like she only has one more attack left in her,” Daisy added, putting a period to this battle. One shot. That’s all he had left. If he connected on his next attack, he would at least have a shot at winning, but if he missed, Meloetta was done for. He needed this next move to be the move to finish Klefki off, but did he really have anything that would work?

Brad again thought of all the possibilities in his head, more or less knowing what he would do, but going through the options one final time to make sure. “This is it, Meloetta! Your last shot!” With his finger pointed towards Klefki, he took in a deep breath and shouted, “CLOSE COMBAT! NOW!”

“What?!” Fluttershy exclaimed. “But she’s still a psychic-type, and her physical attack power isn’t as strong as her special attack power!”

Brad smirked. “You may be right, but not only is psychic a weaker move against steel-types, but close combat also has a lot more attack power to it. The ultimate final gambit. Give it your best shot, Meloetta!”

“Laaaaaaaaaa MEEEEEELLLL!!!”

Meloetta didn’t waste another second, charging in forward with its fist held high. Then, just as she closed the gap completely and began swinging her fist hand down, Klefki made one last ditch effort to move out of the way, ducking its way beneath her fist. Meloetta was still disoriented from the previous attack, and once Klefki began moving away, she did everything she could to connect, swiping down until her fist was beneath her legs.

Everyone stood by in silence, waiting to see whether or not the move had connected. It felt like time was standing still with everyone holding their breaths, staring with perfect attention at the pokémon in the center of the arena. Did it work? Had she connected? Then, just as Brad’s lungs were about to collapse, one of the pokémon in front of him began to move.

“Klef… ki…”

Then, it was over. Brad quickly turned towards the referees just to make sure, but they were still staring down at the battlefield, making sure there wasn’t something they were missing. After several more moments of neither pokémon moving, however, Rose lifted her right arm towards Fluttershy’s pokémon lying on the floor and exclaimed, “K-Klefki is no longer able to battle. Challenger Brad… is the winner…”

Upon hearing those beautiful words, Meloetta smiled and fell to her knees, too exhausted to get back up, but Brad, on the other hand, jumped into the air, pumping his fists while he roared with excitement. “YEEEEEES!!! We did it, Meloetta!”

“La… Mel…”

“Oh, right. You’re probably exhausted af right now. Return!” Before his pokémon completely collapsed on the floor, Brad pulled out his pokéball and summoned Meloetta back in a bright red light. Then, with his whole body trembling in excitement, he turned his attention back towards Fluttershy, who grinned despite her defeat.

“Good job, Brad,” she said, holding her smile. “Here, I have something for you.” As Brad approached the gym leader (while discreetly giving the finger to the catty referees), Fluttershy reached into her pocket and pulled out a badge in the shape of three pink butterflies. “You’ve earned this, Brad. The kindness badge is yours.”

As Fluttershy placed the badge into Brad’s hand, it became more and more difficult to hold in his excitement, and at this point, he didn’t feel like keeping it in anymore. Leaping into the air and pumping his fists, he then turned towards the referees and shouted, “In your face, bitcheeeees!”

The three girls all looked at each other with annoyance and disgust, glancing back over at Brad just to give them their fiery scowls. “Come on, girls,” Rose said, placing her hand on the other girls’ backs, gently leading them towards the exit. “I think we need some fresh air.”

“I agree.”

“Me too.”

As the girls turned their backs towards Brad and began walking outside, Brad stuck his tongue out mockingly before turning his attention back towards his shiny new gym badge. He couldn’t believe that he had managed to beat Fluttershy with all his disadvantages, and finally, for the first time so far on his journey, he felt confident calling himself a real pokémon trainer.

“I guess I also owe you a favor, don’t I?” Then, having his attention pulled away from his badge, he brought his gaze back over to Fluttershy, who looked up through her long hair with a timid expression. “That was the deal, wasn’t it?”

“Uh… you know, Fluttershy, I was just riffing. I mean, you don’t actually have to owe me anything.”

“Oh, I insist! I was honestly giving this battle my all so that I could spend a day playing with that meloetta if I won. It’s only fair that I hold up my end of the deal now that I lost.”

Brad slumped his shoulders, honestly having no clue as to what he could even ask for from Fluttershy, but if he didn’t come up with something, she would probably keep pestering him about it until he made a request. “Look, Fluttershy, unless you’re willing to suck my dick, I don’t think there’s much you can do for me.”

Fluttershy’s eyes grew wide as her cheeks flushed red. “Oh my…”

With a chuckle, Brad then waved goodbye and began walking towards the exit. “The next closest gym is in Sweet Apple Acres, right? I think I’ll head over there next. At least now I know Applejack specializes in grass--”

“I’ll do it.”

Brad froze. Then, turning around, he saw that Fluttershy was also frozen, other than her trembling shoulders.

“You’ll do what?”

“I’ll… do… what you asked.”

“You mean…?” Fluttershy remained still for several moments, then nodded her head, and all of a sudden, Brad’s pants felt three sizes too small.

He couldn’t believe that a timid girl like Fluttershy was willing to go this far, and as much as he didn’t want to usurp her kindness, Fluttershy was one of the few girls he didn’t sleep with in high school. If he managed to get a blowjob from her, it would probably be his greatest achievement as a teenage boy, but he also knew that along with that would come a lifetime of conflicting feelings that he may have taken advantage of her… Still, though, it wasn’t like he was tricking her into it. She was offering herself of her own volition, and the awkward silence was only embarrassing her further.

“Are you sure?”

Fluttershy covered her face with her hands to hide how red she was and nodded again. Brad couldn’t even respond with words, instead moving his hand slowly to his belt and pulling it off of his jeans, making Fluttershy jump from the sound of it hitting the floor. Then, peeking through her fingers, she began to see Brad undo the button on his pants and quickly covered her eyes again, but that was nowhere near as intimidating as the sound of the fabric falling down his legs.

“OK, Fluttershy. I’m ready.”

As Fluttershy peered through her fingers again, she finally made out the sight of Brad’s penis pointing into the sky, causing her heart to tremble as ferociously as her wobbly legs. Brad could see how terrified she was, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t dealt with other girls who had been timid at first in the past. He just needed to ease her into it until she had the confidence to take the wheel herself, and once she got an idea of how exhilarating sex was, she would be as lost in the moment as he was.

The frightened girl tried to take a step closer, but the moment her foot touched the floor, she instinctively pulled it back, shrinking in her own fear. Then, seeing that this was going nowhere fast, Brad pulled off his shoes, stepped out of his jeans and began approaching Fluttershy himself, making her pull her hands completely over her face again. “Here,” Brad said, gently taking hold of Fluttershy’s wrist. “Let me help you.”

As Brad guided down Fluttershy’s hand, he could feel her trembling gradually begin to fade away until it was within reach of his phallus, which made her hand nearly break free of Brad’s grip. Staying firm, however, he led her fingers up the length of his penis so that she could feel how smooth and calming his shaft was, and to his surprise, even though the initial shock made her flinch, once she had placed the pads of her fingertips on the skin of his member, her shaking gradually began to die down. He started by placing his fingers over Fluttershy’s to give her an idea of how to caress his shaft, then steadily pulled his hand away, allowing Fluttershy to move along his length by herself. She was obviously not very confident, but she was beginning to at least feel a little more comfortable after the first couple of strokes.

“See? Nothing to be afraid of.”

The moment the words escaped Brad’s lips, however, Fluttershy yanked her hand back, pulled back into the reality of what she was doing and how timid it was supposed to be making her. “I’m sorry,” she responded, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess I’m not very good at this yet.”

“What are you talking about? You’re doing great! I’m feeling very aroused!”

“Umm… Not… Not helping…”

“Then maybe this will help.” Without warning, Brad then brought his hand between Fluttershy’s legs and found his way underneath her skirt, pressing gently against the fabric of her panties and making her swing her hands to her crotch with a yelp. When she looked back into Brad’s eyes, though, despite her heavy breathing from her adrenaline-fueled heartbeat, she saw Brad looking down at her with a calm and collected smile. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Fluttershy looked down at her hand, which were gripped around Brad’s wrist, ready to yank it away at any moment, but for some reason, rather than move him away, she placed him closer to her crotch, biting her lip from how terrifying the sensation must have felt. “No,” she began quietly. “I-I-I want to do this.”

Brad smirked again, and without any further hesitation, he gently began running his finger between her legs against her soft panties until he managed to find the slit that the fabric tried to hide from him. Fluttershy squeezed her eyes closed, holding onto his wrist tighter, but nonetheless, she didn’t try to stop him as he lightly teased at Fluttershy’s folds, shielded solely by a thin layer of fabric. The more Brad continued to move his fingers, however, the more Fluttershy began to release her grip on Brad’s wrist as her quick, staccato breaths gradually shifted into longer, deeper panting.

Then, without notice, Brad slid his hand upward, grabbed the hem of her undergarments and began sliding the material down her thighs, making her reflexively flinch before timidly allowing him to bring her panties down to her knees, and with nothing left to shelter her, Brad’s fingertips traced their way up Fluttershy’s legs until they reached the parting between her hips. Fluttershy quickly brought her hands to her face to shield how rosy her cheeks had grown, but as Brad played with her folds below, it became apparent by her legs grinding together that she was gradually beginning to enjoy it. His fingers were now beginning to take more liberty, sliding between her lips to wipe away what little secretion had already made its way down before traveling up her crotch to comb through her pubes. He wanted to tease her about how much she was apparently enjoying it, despite her shy demeanor, but he didn’t want to say anything that could possibly pull her out of the spell he had put her under.

Finally, once he was sure that the foreplay had driven her crazy, he gently eased his finger into her pussy, making her collapse on top of his shoulders while exhaling a heavy breath. With one hand around her waist, he held her up to support her wobbly legs while the other navigated its way inside her lower tunnels, which began to grow more tense as they guided him deeper into her orifice. With her womanhood growing tighter, so did her grip on Brad’s shoulder, still burying her face into his jacket while she breathed in his musk and exhaled deeply in passion. She was actually getting into this a lot more than he thought he would, which meant that maybe she was ready for him to take things one step further.

With his finger never losing the gentle rhythm it had found inside her, he steadily moved his hips closer to hers, causing his member to peek underneath her skirt, making her breathing pick up much more rapidly. Still, she would probably freak out if he started having sex with her right then and there, so in order to get her used to something being in her vagina, he played with her labia with his middle finger, giving her a small warning before he slowly began to press deeper, fitting his second finger into her hole.

Fluttershy was now breathing through her mouth, the pleasure now too great for the girl to hold in any further as Brad’s fingers seemed to pull her feminine lubricant out of her body. Fluttershy’s hips were now pressing against Brad’s, her shoulders tensing and her grip almost ripping Brad’s shirt from his body as her legs squeezed Brad’s hand deeper into her orifice. The gym leader’s arousal was at an all-time high, and just seeing a girl as pure a Fluttershy giving into her carnal desires was almost enough to push Brad over the edge himself. He couldn’t wait any longer. With his fingers quickly sliding out of Fluttershy’s vagina, he didn’t give her any room to get back to her senses before he pushed the tip of his dick against her labia and gently squeezed his way inside her.

She was having sex! He couldn’t believe that Fluttershy was having sex in the first place, let alone with him! The best part of all, however, the cherry on top of the creampie was that as much as she was afraid to admit it, she was actually enjoying the feeling of Brad’s dick being inside her. Her eyes were squeezed shut like they would never open again, her breaths were turning into little moans, and her pelvis was beginning to rock back and forth against Brad’s, allowing the momentum to bring his phallus further up her vaginal canal. Again, he was too afraid to say anything, just in case he accidentally broke the spell, but Fluttershy’s face was telling him everything he needed to know anyway.

Taking things up a notch, Brad moved his hands down to Fluttershy’s butt, reaching underneath her skirt and grabbing onto her bare skin to help him slide even further through her legs, making Fluttershy reflexively wrap her arms around Brad’s neck. She was beginning to come around now, to admit that she wanted his dick inside her, and there was no way she’d be able to hide that fact anymore. He probably wouldn’t be able to push too far, like doing anal play or anything weird like that, but he could still get her to do one or two more things he wanted just by asking her.

Pulling his shaft out of her legs, Brad momentarily released his grip on the girl’s butt and brought his hands back to his own body. “Take off your shirt,” he said, throwing his cap on the floor and removing his jacket.

Fluttershy’s eyes were still spinning from the unexpected gratification, but seeing Brad taking the lead, her mind started growing anxious again. “W-what?”

“Take off your clothes,” Brad said as he pulled his shirt over his head, showing Fluttershy his totally nude body. This time, her nervousness actually deterred her from putting her clothes back on, especially when there was a boy getting naked right in front of her and telling her to do the same. Brad knew that Fluttershy was always one to take directions and never stand out, and in a situation where everyone but her was naked, telling her to take her clothes off, she would actually feel more anxious wearing her clothes.

With her shaking hands, Fluttershy grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it over her head and immediately fell to her knees, apparently forgetting that her panties were still locked around her legs. It was almost amusing seeing Fluttershy try to remove her panties with one hand while the other was struggling to lift her shirt over her face, but since he was already finished undressing himself, he tenderly fell down to the floor and pulled her shirt the rest of the way over her head. Once she could see again, though, she was met with Brad’s cock bouncing in her face, making her mouth tremble and her head sizzle. Taking her mind off of his penis, however, Brad moved his hands behind Fluttershy’s shoulders and began to undo her bra, causing her to come back to reality and unzip her skirt. Finally, the both of them removed the final layers of clothing off of Fluttershy’s body, and holding out a hand to help Fluttershy back up to her feet, he finally got his first glimpse of what the pink-haired girl looked like butt naked.

Fluttershy still didn’t give him much to work with, seeing as how the moment she got to her feet, she covered both of her breasts with one hand and sheltered her slit with the other, but even the sight of her bare hips, legs and shoulders were enough to make Brad’s cock expand to a painful length. With a smile, Brad motioned his gaze down to his dick, making Fluttershy instinctively look down, but once her eyes made contact with his member, she reflexively covered her face with her hands, giving Brad a prime view of her pink nipples and pubic hair that she left unguarded. Then, feeling the breeze against her naked body, she quickly realized that her privates were in plain view, and switching her hands back and forth, she entered into an uncomfortable paradox of exposed genitalia. Finally, though, after seeing Fluttershy fight with her own anxiety, Brad grabbed hold of her hands, brought her gaze up to match his and squeezed his member between her thighs, teasing at her, but not quite penetrating her just yet.

Fluttershy bit down on her bottom lip, looking into Brad’s reassuring smile while her legs massaged his skin, almost as if they were trying to lift it up just high enough for her to accidentally slip on top of him. This seemed like as good a time as any, though, and without wasting another second, he released Fluttershy’s hands and angled his penis upwards, yet again finding its way through her pelvic bone. Again reacting to reflex alone, Fluttershy grabbed hold of Brad’s shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest while she instinctively moved her hips up and down, helping him navigate to the deepest corners of her inner walls. Her insides teased him progressively, hitting him in the perfect spot to remind him of how good an orgasm would feel, but gently releasing him just enough for him get his bearings back.

“Oh, fuck,” Brad moaned. “You’re so tight. I’m already close to cumming.”

“Um…” Fluttershy began, not sure whether or not she should keep bouncing on his cock. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” Brad said, pulling Fluttershy off of his pelvis momentarily with a strand of her vagina saliva connecting both of their genitals. “It just means you’re really good at this.”

A question mark appeared over Fluttershy’s head, but she looked like she was too nervous to come out and say what she was thinking. “Uh… if that’s the case… then, um… w-why did we stop?”

Then, putting a hand on her shoulder, Brad leaned in close to Fluttershy’s face and quietly said, “Because you still owe me that favor.” Suddenly, his hand was lowering Fluttershy’s shoulder down until her whole body collapsed to her knees, now eye-level with Brad’s dick. Her face went red again, but this time she was too frozen to even look away. He knew that at this point, she was just as ready as she was ever going to be, and if he waited much longer by doing vaginal, he would just end up losing it and get her pregnant. Instead, he used the trick he had been using the whole time by getting her down to his shaft, guiding her hand until it was atop his penis, then slowly easing it between her lips.

Fluttershy’s eyes went wide with the sudden intrusion in her mouth, but through her timidity, she lifted her tongue up to Brad’s member, allowing him to move himself in and out, grinding through her lips. Once the initial shock wore off, her grip tightened around Brad’s cock as she gingerly brought more of his length into her mouth, not quite deepthroating him, but still going deep enough for her to fight her comfort zone. As Brad lost himself in the sensation around his dick, he brought his hand to Fluttershy’s head, combing through her hair as she began to gain a rhythm, bobbing back and forth with relative ease.

Fluttershy was so hot, and the way she moved on his dick made it almost unbearable to watch, sending Brad overboard and causing him to squeeze his eyes closed, just so he could hang onto this feeling for just a little bit longer before he exploded in the girl’s mouth. Her teeth were gently grazing against his skin, almost like she was trying to prevent herself from accidentally causing him pain and in the process, giving him the greatest teasing sensation possible. Her tongue was doing the majority of the work, licking up and down the bottom of his shaft and lightly flicking his cowper’s gland whenever his dick got into the right position. Even though she was new at this, she was so gentle that she was even better than some of the veterans he had been with, putting them to shame with her intimate approach.

Suddenly, though, he felt something twinge in his insides. Looking down at Fluttershy, she didn’t seem to notice a thing as she looked back up at him, giving her those eyes that were so intoxicating that he automatically felt another zing in his ballsack. His hips were beginning to move a little bit faster now, not enough to scare her, but just enough for her to follow suit and stroke him harder. He felt bad for what he was about to do, but given the situation he was in, he would regret it for a lifetime if he didn’t cum in her mouth when he had the chance.

Fluttershy then went back to closing her eyes, bobbing her head and stroking his cock while Brad’s balls seemed to well up back into his body, and as she gave him a few more strokes in the right place, Brad knew that it was going to come out whether or not she pulled her face off in time.

“Fluttershy?” The pink-haired girl responded by opening her innocent eyes and looking up into his, never losing a beat as her mouth continued bobbing on his dick. “Sorry about this.”

Before she could question what he meant, her eyes went wide. A thick stream of semen throbbed through his cock and shot into her mouth, making her reflexively pull him out, but not without getting a mouthful of semen in the process. Then, even once his dick was out of her mouth, another shot covered her from her chin all the way to her hair, leaving behind a gooey trail in its path. Fluttershy didn’t know what to do at this point, but rather than avoid another shot, she allowed the next pulse to decorate her face, this time hitting her in the eyebrow and making her involuntarily wink as it trailed down to her cheek. The whole time, she kept her jaw open, still not sure what to do about the semen that was already inside, but rather than getting rid of it, the next shot that came out of Brad’s dick went straight into her mouth, adding more to the pool of sperm that was collecting between her lips. The next few shots, however, were much less severe, most of which covered Fluttershy’s neck and breasts as the rest of his orgasm descended into simmering droplets of semen from out his dillhole.

Finally, once Brad had shaken off the rest of the sperm from his dick, he got another good look at Fluttershy to see her eyes squeezed shut, her hands shaking and her mouth opened wide, revealing the buildup of cum she had accumulated. He admittedly felt bad for at least not giving her a little warning, but the sight of her face and body decorated with his seed was too much for him to pass up on, giving him one more inadvertent pulse of semen right onto her leg.

“Sorry about that, Fluttershy,” Brad said, rubbing the back of his head. The pink-haired girl, however, did not respond, to which Brad finally realized that she didn’t know what to do about the semen in her mouth. “Oh, you can swallow that, by the way. It won’t make you sick or anything.”

With a deep breath through her nose, Fluttershy closed her mouth, knocked back the sperm and swallowed it all down, exhaling a deep breath and panting deeply once it was all gone. “It… it’s fine…” she said quietly. “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

“What? No! You did great!”

Fluttershy blushed, but as she looked away, Brad could make out a small smile creeping up on her face. “I have to admit, I was so scared the whole time! I was so nervous that I would mess it up for you and that you’d hate me for it!”

Brad chuckled, lending a hand down to Fluttershy for her to get back to her feet, not realizing that she had just used that hand to wipe some semen off of her eye. “You don’t need to worry. I could never hate you. Oh, here’s something to wipe your face with, by the way.”

“Thanks.” Fluttershy then took the soft fabric that Brad had handed to her and began cleaning the sperm from her face, but once she had done so, she immediately recognized that the cloth had a familiar sensation to it. Looking down, she noticed that she had just wiped herself with her own panties, and to make it worse, they were inside out. She now had to put them back on with her vagina in full contact with Brad’s cum, but rather than say anything about it, she timidly put her feet through the holes and shimmied them back up her thighs. “So I didn’t do a bad job?”

The moment she looked up, though, she saw that Brad was already putting his shoes on after having speed-dressed the rest of his body. “Huh? Oh, yeah! Did you not notice how much fun I had all over your face?”

“I… um… well…”

“Sweet Apple Acres is just past Route 3, right? I think I should pay AJ a visit next.”

“You mean, for a pokémon badge or…?”

Brad didn’t need to respond. His smile said it all. With a wink for added effect, Brad opened up the doors to the gym, making Fluttershy hurry as fast as she could to get her clothes on before anyone from outside could see.

“Alright, Applejack,” Brad said, putting his cap on as he walked into the noonday sun. “Let’s see if you’re any better than the others.”