Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl
Episode 8: The French Feast
By Deathlynx
Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!
Please note, I have extensive knowledge on the subject and have double-checked with online research. All characters involved in sexual activities in these stories are above the age of 18 in both the game and the show. No "aging up" or other literary tricks were used to make characters legal age.
"I see, at last, you have come!
C'est tres bon!
I have looked forward to you for more than a year. Cynthia, she told me of your skill. As a trainer as well as other things.
C'est vres
?"
"I guess." I mumbled.
It's a good thing that game designers recognize that Americans are stupid. If they want to include a character who comes from another country, they toss in a different language to beat you over the head with it. Thankfully, as a game designed for kids, they only throw in the most basic phrases in and around a broken accent. Even if I nearly failed French my junior year of high school, I could still understand Fantina.
"Welcome! Welcome. My most sincere welcome to you, handsome man." Fantina practically floated forward, her arms thrust invitingly towards me. "Why have you not come sooner? How I have looked forward to your visit. Just
un nuit
for me."
I'll admit, I was a bit taken aback by the greeting. I knew Cynthia thought highly of me, both as a trainer and a lover, but I'd never gotten the impression she talked to others about me. Sure, she'd pointed me in the direction of some young women who were more than willing, and often even more in need, but I never figured she'd done the reverse.
Maybe the foreign gym leader had me confused with someone else.
Fantina swept up to me and pulled my hands from my side to hold them out between us. When she began to spin us, my own training kicked in and countered her momentum to keep us in perfect balance. Her smile blossomed into a full-blown grin a moment before she let go of one of my hands, ducked under my arms and spun herself out in an elaborate dance move that would have put Ginger Rogers to shame.
Too bad I'm no Fred Astaire.
Had I even a bit of forewarning, I like to think I could have held on. Unfortunately, the maneuver took me completely by surprise. Add to that a complete lack of ballroom dance training, so I had no clue how I was supposed to compensate. In the end her remaining hand slipped from mine and we both flew backward to land on our butts.
I was still trying to shake off my daze when she began to crawl towards me. "So, dance is not your thing. I should say not,
non
? Other things you are good for."
I tried to physically shake the cobwebs from my scattered thoughts but it only seemed to scramble them more. I had to be a little insane if I was seeing a begowned woman with four purple bowling pins sticking out of the back of her head crawling up my legs. I must have been downright nuts that it was turning me on. Of course, by that point her purple-clad breasts had come to rest against my crotch and nearly engulfed my rapidly hardening groin.
"Excuse me. Fantina? Everyone is waiting for you."
"Uh, if I've come at a bad time, I could come back later." I managed to stutter out. She'd caught me off guard and never let me get a chance to get my feet back under me; literally or figuratively. Even an extra hour would probably give me enough time to readjust my perspective and be a bit better prepared.
Violet eyes rolled. Clearly, Fantina didn't think much of the young woman's timing in interrupting her. I'd noticed the handful of young women filing out of the dark room, to a hidden door along the back wall, when I'd come in. The gym leader had only paused when she noticed me.
"No! No. It is nothing.
Un petit dejeunez
. Nothing more. It can wait for our battle and the fun that follows."
The mention of lunch reminded my body that there were more than just one set of needs that I had yet to fulfill when I rumbled into town. Even 'a little lunch', as she described it, would do me good right about then. My stomach rumbled its complaint loud enough it might have been confused for Snorlax's snore!
Surprise flashed across the gym leader's face at the sound. She glanced down and then returned her focus to my eyes. The feral grin of a naughty idea spread quickly across her face. As much as the expression scared me, it excited me more. Nestled between her pert breasts, she could feel my already impressive manhood jump in excitement, even though I had no clue of her plan yet.
"
Mais, peut-etre
, we could mix the two." My blank, slightly-terrified, look must have keyed her in to my lack of understanding because she went on. "We battle, adult rules, then we feast! You, of course, must fight your way through my girls to prove you are good enough to challenge me. I have no doubts that you will defeat them handily, so then we battle. After the battle is won, the losers must serve the winner."