Sometimes, when I get bored of lounging around in my retirement villa in the Sevii Islands, I sneak into Johto, crossing the border on my trusty Pidgeot and calmly start traipsing towards one of the region's endless rural routes.
Leisurely waltzing through like I own the place, I spot her.
Peering through the tall grass, I see a vision of loveliness. A sweet Lass, no older than 16, petting her Teddiursa, completely oblivious to her surroundings.
Adjusting my cap, I step through the grass and address her. She is momentarily startled but she soon relaxes when she notices my boyish good looks.
I draw closer and chat her up, suppressing the urge to laugh at her ridiculously thick bumkin accent.
I know I've won her over when I see her eyes light up after promising to take her to the big city and buy her all the jewelry she wants from the Celadon department store.
We dive into the bushes and in the privacy of the foliage we begin making sweet love.
These country girls man, they are incredibly voluptuous and curvy. Must be the cornbread diet and plentiful glasses of Miltank milk.
And by Arceus, they're so TIGHT!
Figures, in this deeply conservative region young girls are seldom seen away from the watchful eyes of their fathers and brothers and consequently don't know the embrace of a man.
The only thing that disturbs this vision of ecstasy is that, I'm ashamed to admit, the poor Lass squeals like a Spoink.
Closing my eyes and mustering all my resolve to ignore her undignified moans, I thrust myself as deep as I can into her Cloyster and feel a wave of pleasure wash over me.
After laying in the hot Johtonian sun covered in beads of sweat for a few minutes I put my clothes back on and wait for her to do the same.
While she is distracted adjusting her bra I quietly let out my Pidgeot out of its pokeball and we take to the sky like a Thunderbolt.
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