>>1784251One brushed against Green’s shoulder so softly she wasn’t sure that it had actually happened. Until she felt a breeze on her shoulder.
Her bare shoulder. A scrap of cloth fluttering down confirmed her fears before she looked at her right shoulder. Her t-shirt had been torn from her clavicle to under her arm. Luckily the collar still held firm at her neck, otherwise it would be dangling from her left shoulder only. As it was now, there was suddenly only one layer of clothing between her right breast and the world, just a thin layer of cotton supported by a thin strap. Wonder of wonders how the wayward vine hadn’t severed that too, but Green wasn’t about to question her luck keeping her modesty intact.
In the moment it took Green to assess her state of dress and look back to the battle, it was already over. The ruthless vines hadn’t even allowed the opponent to get off its attack, it lay on its side with X’s in its eyes. “Wait, that shit really happens in real life?”
Surprised the trainer was letting his fainted pokemon lie there for so long, she looked at him to see his eyes bulging and his hand trailing down to his waist unconsciously before he shook himself and paused, clenching his fist. Clearly torn clothes took precedence over a battle, she thought to herself. A sudden whim took her and she did a little hop, setting her breasts bouncing up and down.
“Good job Bulbasaur! You got this!” Another hop punctuated each exclamation. She looked at the trainer who was breathing heavily at this point and barely looked in control of himself. Hopefully that was enough, he should be too distracted to do anything effective with his last pokemon but she didn’t want to push him past reasoning. Thoughts about the lawlessness of the areas outside of cities flashed several bad scenarios through her mind.
Green put a pouting expression on and called out to the man. “Can we finish up? I want to get to Pewter City tonight.”
