Originally Posted to Deviantart on July 8, 2018.
All characters depicted are of 18 years of age or older.
Hilda bit her lip. Her eyes explored the clear skies above her, focusing, searching for something. She let her fingers tap the sides of her thighs, feeling the restrictive denim of her short shorts. A minute passed, and she inspected the air above her once again.
A small bird landed on a nearby tree branch. “Row!” it called out.
“Ah, took you long enough! Are we all clear, Spearow?” She clenched her firsts and leaned towards the bird. Her eyes shined with an eager twinkle.
“Spear!” it nodded.
“Finally!” she beamed a smile at the bird. “Best trade ever!”
Spearow closed its eyes, and spread a bashful wing over it’s chest. “Row,” it cooed with a hint of pride. Then Hilda’s hat landed on its head. “Spear!” it jumped, before the hat slid off it’s face and fell to the ground. “…Row?” Its eyes widened.
Hilda laid her bag on the ground and blushed. “Remember, I’m trusting you!” She slipped her black vest off of her shoulders before stuffing it into her handbag. Her heart began to throb and her hands started to tremble as she slipped her fingers under the collar of her shirt.
The loyal Spearow held Hilda’s hat in its beak and hopped down from the tree. It placed the hat near the bag and then tilted its head at its trainer.
Hillda’s shirt slid over her head, revealing red cheeks and a tiny smile. She held it to her chest and took a long breath, taking another glance at the wilderness around her. Silence reassured her of Spearow’s inspection. With one tiny gulp, the shirt joined the vest in the bag.
Goosebumps formed over her exposed skin, prompting her arms to cradle her chest. Her toes clenched in her shoes, as she looked away from Spearow. “H-hey… don’t um… I know you don’t really care… b-but… do you mind?”
Spearow tilted its head the other way, ruffled its feathers and turned around. It trotted to another tree, and hopped up to one of its many branches.
Hilda sighed as the trusted eyes turned away. Her arms relaxed and allowed her petite chest to feel the summer air. A swell of excitement began to surge through her, and spread through her body. The sound of her pulse roared in her ears as her hands squeezed a handful of smooth skin. She let out another sigh, rubbing her hands in a circular motion.
Her fingers brushed over the protruding ends as her labored breathing escalated. She sighed as each caress of her skin earned a euphoric tingle. Every touch, every caress made her body experience a powerful reaction. It was as if the world around her had vanished.
As her hands left her breasts to explore her body, they found a smooth stomach and exposed thighs. But they encountered something else. Those restrictive shorts. While they left little to the imagination, they still confined her. Another weak sigh escaped her lips as her hands wrestled with the zipper.
Spearow turned its head back towards its master, before refocusing the path ahead. It knew what was expected of it, it only wished it could comprehend why its trainer did this so much.
The tight confinement of those shorts lost their grip. Once they became loose around Hilda’s waist they slid down her slender legs. With freedom on the line, the shorts held on near her boots. Their owner kicked and tugged with just her feet, before one leg escaped. Before the shorts could sag in defeat, Hilda gripped them and forced them away. Seconds later, the crumpled shorts landed on Hilda’s hand bag.
Longer, heavier breaths escaped the girl. She ran her hands over her body again to confirm her choices. Naked skin greeted the summer air, broken up only by footwear and a single pair of white panties. Her hand pressed into a tree as her legs began to tremble, while another set of twitching fingers gravitated towards the dainty garment.
Adrenaline swept fear out of her mind.
Hilda took a final look around her before forcing her panties down her hips. Like the shorts before them, they resisted near her boots. Her modesty’s final line of defense clung to her ankles, stretching any way Hilda tried to tug.
She giggled and let her hands wander her body, already claiming her prize. Fingers caressed from her shoulders to her hips, confirming her lack of attire to herself. They traced her inner thighs, prompting her to clamp her legs together. Her face felt hot, as she looked down at the desperate underclothing, clinging to her undressed form.
Hilda balled her hands into fists and grinned. She laid on her back, and hoisted her legs up. The sun shined through the sheer fabric, displaying just how thin the cotton was. One leg pushed left, the other pushed right. Her action strained the fabric further, as if it pulled them thinner.
Her exploring hands caressed their way to her hips, before diving for her hidden treasure. She let out a gasp as her fingers made contact. Touching her delicate skin forced her to shut her legs. “Ahh… hah….”
She pulled her legs in, drawing the resistaning undergarment in closer. Her face was at its hottest, being vibrant with blush. Those panties, with their pathetic attempt at covering her, hung on her ankles. Hilda hooked a finger into the last of her clothing and pulled.
A trembling hand dropped the protective fabric into her bag and pulled the zipper shut. Hands clasped to her exposed body, squirming and gripping, clinging to her vulnerable form. Her smile held, as she pulled herself to her feet.
“Heh… heh… I… I’m really doing it,” she glanced around at the trees around her. Her heart throbbed and her head swirled. She trembled as she took a few steps away from her bag, and looked to her Spearow. “N-now, you keep a lookout. I want you to start squawking if you see anyone, okay?”
“Spear!” the bird nodded. It flapped its wings and darted into the air, soaring above the trees. Keen eyes scanned the forest as it relaxed into a glide.
Hilda blushed and smiled before storing her bag near a tree. With her gear hidden away, and clad in only a sturdy pair of boots, she began to wander the woods.
The wind whispered through the trees, and the sound of rustling leaves made her shoulders tense up. Fantasies ran through her mind. What if she encountered another trainer? Or a wild Pokemon? As the route remained silent, Hilda kept an ear out for her Spearow.
Hlda took a deep breath deep breath and relaxed her arms. Bright sunlight shined down on her vulnerable form, embracing and warming her body. She bit her lip and opened her stance, spreading her arms and legs. A breeze washed over her skin, licking every curve of her liberated body.
As she exposed herself she let out a sigh. Another fantasy played in her mind. A bolder journey, marching through the region, dressed as she was. She was a conquering, naked trainer, advancing into a gym. The audience roared as she bared her body and commanded her Pokemon to a clear victory. Her knees wobbled as a blush surged over her face.
Hilda opened her eyes and stood there in the middle of the road, baring her body as much as possible. Her cheeks felt hot as she gritted her teeth, before she recoiled behind a nearby tree. Heavy, laboured breathing was the only sound she could make as her arms returned to covering positions. She pressed her thighs together as if it hid her more, but her smile didn’t yield.
In the skies above, Spearow flapped its wings and perched on a nearby tree. It ruffled its feathers, before tilting its head in different directions. A twig snapped, prompting Spearow to lock its eyes towards the source. “…Row?” The loyal bird took off to investigate.
“Spear!!!!” came the shriek.
It echoed through the forest, shattering Hilda’s trance. “…Ah!” Her face surged red and she turned towards the tree where she hid her bag. She took off in a mad sprint, but her boots collided with a tree root, disrupting her balance.
“Oof!” Hilda fell to the ground, hidden only by a bush. The only comfort granted to her was the warm sunlight kissing her naked backside, elevated in the air. The sound of laughter made her freeze in her undignified position.
“This was too easy! We’ve finally stole something from a trainer!”
“How do you know it isn’t wild? Besides, it’s just a Spearow.”
“They aren’t native here like they are back home. I bet we could sell it as an exotic bird!”
Hilda put her hands over her mouth, and didn’t dare to move until the two walked passed her. She lifted her head, and saw two woman dressed in black. One of them held a net, and her Spearow was inside it!
“Spearow!” she gasped under her breath. Hilda bit her lip and shook her head. Her hands balled into fists and she began to crawl, pursuing the two women. Feeling the dirt and grass brush against her unclothed body reminded her that she couldn’t just face them head on. She had to get to her bag!
Her heart pounded like a war drum in her ears as she followed them. Every blade of grass tickled her sensitive body, every clump of dirt left a smudge. But nothing to could temper her determination until…
“Whoa, check it out! Someone left a bag here!”
“Wait, really? Grab it!”
Hilda’s eyes widened. “No…!” she hissed. “No no no!”
The woman grinned and pulled the bag out of the tree. “Heh heh, another big score right here!”
“We need everything we can get. Funding this trip wasn’t cheap, you know!”
Both women continued their walk, now with both Hilda’s bag and her beloved Spearow.
“Nooo….!” Hilda shook her head. As they left, she rushed to her feet and ran to the tree. Her heart raced. They had to have missed something! She scoured the area around the tree, abandoning the safety of the bushes. She found a small bit of relief. One Pokeball, marked with an S she drew on with a sharpie.
She closed her eyes and frowned. “Of all the ones they could have missed…. That’s fine. We can still do this!” Hilda gritted her teeth, and felt her heart racing away as she started to give chase to Team Rocket.
“H-hey!” her weak voice called out.
“Hmm…?” the two turned around. Their eyes widened and they blushed.
“Bold fashion statement!”
“Sh-shut up!” Hilda kept an arm over her breasts while another hand stayed between her thighs. Her blush betrayed her determined glare as she gripped her Pokeball. “G-give me back my stuff and let my Spearow go, right now!”
“This is your stuff?” smirked one of the girls. “I bet there’s a cute pair of panties in here, isn’t there?”
“We’re busy, young lady. You can run around naked all you want, we got everything we could possibly steal,” taunted the other. “Go, Rattata! Chase this little nudist off!” She tossed a ball of her own, revealing the tiny purple mouse.
“Zubat, lend Rattata a hand!” said the other, tossing the Pokeball, bursting into a small bat.
“W-well um…I-I’m not so helpless! You’ll see!” Hilda hesitated. She looked at her lone Pokeball. “If anyone can handle this fight… it’s you.” She gripped the ball, and turned around so her backside faced the thieves. “I-I choose you, Slaking!” The ball burst open, and from the glowing red light, came a colossal gorilla like monster. It laid on its side, propping up its head with one of its arms.
“Slaaa,” it grunted.
“Slaking! Y-you have to save everyone! You can do it!” Hilda blushed, keeping her arms wrapped over her naked breasts.
“We’re not afraid of a big, slow monkey! Zubat, use wing attack!” One of the members of Team Rocket called out.
The tiny batt screeched, and dove at Slaking, slapping it’s little wings against the massive beast. Every attack resulted in a tiny pat, earning an annoyed grunt from its target.
“Slacking, f-fight back! U-use um… um…” She shied away, still trying to hide her naked body. “What moves did you know again?” Hilda shivered, as her hands exchanged covering positions. “J-just… fight back! Do something!”
Slacking looked to Hilda and just rolled its eyes. It raised one of its colossal hands with its middle finger propped behind it’s thumb as it took aim at the pesky bat.
“Zuu?” It hovered.
With one firm flick, Slacking sent Zubat hurdling into a tree, blasting a clean hole through it’s base. Zubat tumbled into the ground, utterly defeated.
Rattata’s eyes went wide and it shivered.
“Don’t back down! We haven’t lost yet! You’re much faster than that thing!”
“What a catch that would be for the boss!”
Hilda took one glance back, and noticed the Zubat shaped hole in the tree. Her eyes widened in realization. The fantasy returned to her mind, stepping up to the Pokemon League without a thread clinging to her naked body. An audience roared as she adjusted her hat. Her heart raced alongside a rush of warmth between her legs as the lines between fantasy and reality began to blur. A smile returned to her face.
Her foot stomped into the dirt, as the red faced girl stared at her attackers head on. “G-good job Slacking, you can finish this!” Hilda cheered.
Slaking rolled back to his lazy positioning, but there was no question of his dominance. He snorted and stretched his arms.
“Quick attack! Now!”
“Raaaattata!” The small mouse charged and bounced uselessly off of Slacking.
“F-finish this!” Hilda ordered, pointing at the Ratatta, letting her breasts fall out out and swaying in the open air. “I know you can do it!”
“Slaaa…” Slaking waved its hand, uninterested in Hilda’s command.
Hilda’s face froze, and a small droplet of sweat rolled down her head. “S-Slaking? U-um… come on Slaking, this isn’t funny! I need you to win!”
“Heh heh, our little naked trainer doesn’t seem to have good command over her Pokemon,” one crossed her arms.
“Maybe you should be in this net. We’ll show you around town, dressed just like you are!” Her partner cackled.
Hilda blushed and stepped backwards as her protective arms returned to her chest. “C-come on Slaking! I’ll get you all the berries you want if you just finish this quick!” She looked behind and ahead of her. It was just her and Team Rocket for the time being, but there was no telling how long that could last.
“Rattata! Hit him again! Quick attack!” the woman shouted.
“Raaaa!!” came another shriek. It slammed its body into Slacking with all its might, but failed to even leave a scratch. Rattata shook its head after the ineffective assault. It took its aggressive stance, preparing to jump again when it heard a low growl.
“Taa….?” It’s eyes widened and it’s jaw fell open as a massive, ominous hand blocked out the sun.
The ground shook as Slacking shoved his palm into the ground, forcing a hole into existance. The hole was almost elbow deep for Slacking, and the beast gave an amused grunt as it dusted its hands off. Then, against all odds, Slacking stood up. He snorted at the two members of Team Rocket.
Their eyes were wide with horror against the lazy, but unbeatable monster. They backed away as Slaking took menacing steps closer.
“O-okay, okay, you win! Call off your Slaking before it throws us into orbit!” said one of the women. “H-here, we’ll give you your stuff back and release your Spearow!” They untied the net, and set the small bird free. The other, took a step forward to give Hilda her bag back, until Slaking glared at her.
“U-um… relax big guy, I’m just giving your trainer her stuff ba-”
“SLAAAAAAA” it roared.
“Ahhhh!!!” They screamed, tossing the bag and fled. Spearow chirped with delight and flew towards Hilda, nuzzling its head into her ankle.
“Spearow!” Hilda cheered, and knelt down to hug the bird. “I’m sorry, I guess it was my fault this happened.” She then turned to the triumphant gorilla. “Great work Slaking! You got my stuff back and saved the whole team! …Slaking?”
The gorilla grunted, and walked past Hilda towards its Pokeball. It tapped the tiny button, and became enveloped in red light, before returning itself towards its lazy tasks.
Hilda giggled. “Well… I guess he wants a nap. He still did a great job though.” She ran a hand over Spearows feathers before standing up. “I guess I should get dressed now… where did they drop my bag… do you see it, Spearow?”
“Spear!” The bird chirped, pointing its beak up at a nearby tree.
The naked girl looked up and her eyes widened, as she saw her bag, containing all her other Pokemon and her clothes up in the highest branch.
“Um… do you think you can get that down?” She blushed.