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Trials of a Gym Leader	By : cerberus_ficwriter Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 14319 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Hazing of Misty
Misty plunged effortlessly into the waters of the cape north of Cerulean city, her silky smooth skin gliding as effortlessly as a Dewgong through its depths. Swimming in the nude was something she made sure to do whenever she had a night to spare. She considered it the greatest way to put herself at the mercy of the thing she loved so much, water. In no other way did she feel so at one with water Pokémon.

Nobody ever really came up here. It was a poplar evening date spot but otherwise remained fairly deserted, especially in the early hours she swam. Misty would always time her swim so that the sun would be just peeking over the horizon when she finished.

Misty traced her fingers down her bare form, beginning at her perky A-cup breasts, traveling down her svelte figure, and ending at her shaven cleft. Nature had not endowed her with the voluptuous form of some women, but her body, especially displayed in her favorite bandeau bikini, drew many passing eyes in the gym.

She swam to the sandy bottom and glided there for a moment before her lungs started complaining for air. She planted her feet and kicked off for the surface, smiling as the water streamlined her body and tickled her sensitive areas. There was little sound as she broke the surface with a quiet gasp. She looked back to the beach to realize just how far out she'd gone and began a leisurley swim to the shore.
As Misty neared she began to glimpse the faintest rays of light on the horizon, signaling the end of her solitude. The gym opened early and although it was her sisters and not she that ran the gym, she still played an important role in the gym's hierarchy. At the age of nineteen she was now well on her way to becoming just as much a Cerulean gym leader as any of them.

Misty stood and let the cool morning air dry her before padding across the sand to where she'd left her clothes.

They weren't there.

Confused, but not concerned yet, she started strolling up and down the beach to see if she'd left them elsewhere by mistake. Minutes passed before she stood thoroughly confused at the spot she thought she'd left them to begin with. The sun was getting higher now and soft rays of light were kissing the tops of distant trees. If she didn't find them soon she’d be making an embarrassingly leafless journey back to the gym. If that was the case then the sooner she left the better, it wouldn't be long before the people of Cerulean would be waking up to start their days. She wasn't able to call anyone either because her cellphone was in her pocket.

One more near-frantic search yielded nothing new. Her clothes were gone; dread was settling in. It took a little under half an hour to get back at a normal pace on main trails and streets, but now that time would be at least doubled. There had been pokeballs on her belt too, though she wasn't all that worried about them. The Pokémon would eventually let themselves out when they realized something was wrong and find their way back home.

What could have happened? Did some mischievous Pokémon scuttle away with her things?

Whatever the case, the Cerulean gym-leader-to-be had a long hike ahead of her.

“Damn it…damn it-ughhh…” she swore under her breath and sighed.

Misty set off at a brisk pace to the west. The morning was still young and if she didn't dawdle now she'd probably reach Nugget Bridge before seeing any signs of human activity.

Thankfully the terrain wasn't unforgiving. Despite rough outcroppings of rock here and there the trails were fairly well maintained, all due to her own personal funding of parks maintenance north of Cerulean. It was easy for her to pick out the quickest route to Nugget Bridge, Misty spent more time around the cape then she did in her own home and was very well versed in its navigation.

It wasn't long after she set out from the cape—and a few startled jumps later, mostly from rustling bushes—until she could glimpse Nugget Bridge through the trees. The bridge had recently been renovated and refurbished to more accurately live up to its name. Imitation gold plating, made from an stable alloy plating solution, coated the rails, beams, columns, and everything else but the wooden boards. It was quite a feat of engineering and had become something Cerulean was known for. Normally the only way to get to north Cerulean was via the bridge but, given her affinity to water and her current situation, Misty simply slid into the water beneath. It was her best option, seeing as there were usually trainers overnighting on the bridge.

The sun was mostly over the horizon now, the easy part of her trek was coming to an end.

The water was deep enough to have to swim; more than once she felt pondweeds brushing her bare skin and on occasion slithering between her legs. The pleasant tingling the latter elicited was somewhat unsettling. Was she becoming aroused by the whole ordeal of being trapped naked in public?

Misty reached the bank on the other side and grabbed hold of an abudment of tree roots undercut by soil erosion. When she was sure nobody was around she nimbly clambered ashore and took refuge under the bridge.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed quietly. The sun hung over the horizon, brightening the sky with every passing minute and mocking her efforts.

“Fuck me…” she swore again, hearing distant voices. It wasn't all that far to the gym from here, but the possibility of being seen had grown considerably.

The voices were coming closer.

Misty nestled herself in the sedges lining the riverbank just as two faces came into view up above. Two trainers if the pokeballs at their belts were any indication. A strange, exhibitionist type of feeling washed over her at the same time she sunk lower in abject horror at the thought of being discovered. They spoke of strategies and battle tactics, particularity how they were going to defeat the Nugget Bridge challengers.

She'd been that headstrong once.

The voices of the trainers eventually died away, leaving a silence up above that couldn't be ignored. Gingerly she ascended the bank and peered down the urban pathway to see it invitingly vacant. Looking down the length of the path afforded her a view of the buildings that marked the perimeter of civilization. There wasn't a whole lot of cover between the river and the buildings, but at least no houses backed onto the area. To the west was a wide field ending where the river bent towards Cerulean Cave and to the east was a hydro corridor with a large concrete wall running parallel it. Misty decided to brave the hydro corridor, it seemed better than being caught in a large open field, it at least afforded some cover, and it would bring her closer to gym.

She was suddenly acutely aware of her nakedness as she steeled herself for the short, unprotected trek. Scrub and the odd tree grew along the concrete wall, a saving grace, but until then she had nowhere to hide.

“One…two…three,” she counted. Her feet left the soft bank and stepped onto the grass. There wasn't much else to do but just go for it and so she didn't gumshoe around. Standing tall and head held high, utterly exposed to the world, Misty hurried towards her goal.

“Almost th-,” a yipping stopped her in her tracks.

Misty spun on her heel to see a Growlithe following her. She cast about for its trainer but saw nobody in the immediate vicinity, leading her to believe this was a wild Pokémon. The canine wagged it’s tail, tongue lolling out happily, and yipped again.

“Shoo!” she said sternly.

The Growlithe cocked it's head.

The naked trainer scowled, “I said, sh-,”

“Growlithe!”

“-it!” Misty bolted for the scrub, not at all concerned about the thistle she stepped on in the process. She hit the wall with jarring force and hunkered down to conceal herself behind some bushes.

That was far too close.

The Growlithe's trainer, an attractive young redhead, probably eighteen or so and wearing red shorts with an orange crop-top, appeared behind the canine. Growlithe whined and turned in an excited circle.

“What was that?” asked the girl.

Growlithe wagged its tail in response and barked.

“Let's go silly,” she said to her Pokémon. Growlithe reluctantly followed, much to Misty’s relief.

“Stupid day,” she moaned, crouching with her back against the wall. The sun was out in full now and it was getting hotter. Misty took a moment to assess her stinging foot. There wasn't any real damage but it hurt all the same.

Her hand pulled away from her foot and almost of its own accord came to rest against the spot between her legs. “No. Don't do it,” she ordered herself. The fingers of her hand began idly stroking the circumference of her slit, which made her realize just how wet she'd become—and not from sweat.

She stopped when she found her clit. There was no time for this.

Misty sighed, knowing she was losing her internal struggle as she stroked her swelling clit and twitched with pleasure.

Whatever, she was propbably fucked either way.

Jolts of ecstasy raced through her body as she continued, all inhibitions gone. She was so wet that her inner thighs had become slick with her excretions. The world seemed to fade into the background as her fingers worked in broad, circular motions, increaseing in intensity until she was moaning softly. Sweat began trickling down between her breasts and the small of her back. With her other hand she grabbed her ass and felt the tight, puckered hole hiding there. After finding it she slid the middle finger of her left hand inside to the knuckle. The feeling made her gasp. Misty continued like this, a thin sheen of sweat coating her writhing body, until she orgasmed, soaking the ground below and in front of her.

She leaned back against the wall and let out a long shaky breath. There would definitely have to be time to do that again later. At the moment though there was still her predicament to deal with. After taking a moment to compose herself she cast about for any activity and started making her way through the scrub. She was too far from the path now to really worry about any passerby’s inadvertently spying her, and so she was able to cover a fair distance in a short time beneath the hydro towers.

Misty spanned the short gap between the end of the wall and the first building, a vacant stretch of weather-beaten concrete, without incident. The building was part of an outlet mall that neighboured both the Pokémon Center and the main strip of the old part of town that led to the gym. She thought over her strategy as she leaned against the back of the building, the sound of cars reached her ears now as well as the general din of urban life.

“Here we go,” she said to herself, inching along to the first gap between buildings. She peered around the corner to the mall's vast parking lot and, seeing it relatively empty, closed the gap to the next building. A quick check assured her she hadn't been seen. There may have been cameras up above, but she didn’t care too much about those at this point. It wasn't as if she could have done anything about them anyway.

It continued like this until she could see the ornate spires of the gym in the distance. She was sweating consistently now, it had been a hot summer so far and today was no exception. In short order she left the vicinity of the mall, hoping, and suspecting, that she hadn't been seen, and ducked into an alley behind two older buildings. The alley ran alongside a railway with a transit station not far off. There were people at the station waiting for their train, she would have to get by them in order to make it home.

“Fuck, of course,” she swore, again for some reason feeling a pleasurable warmth down below. She might have to explore these new exhibitionist tendancies more, she thought.

The answer to her quandry came a moment later when a train horn sounded down the tracks. Misty stooped behind a dumpster to let it pass and waited until it loaded up it's passengers. When it set off again with a blast of its horn she emerged from her hiding spot and prayed that no cars would turn into the alley. Suddenly she heard a siren coming up the street and jumped at the opportunity to make a dash for it, knowing that traffic would be stopped and any pedestrians would be focused on the commotion. Her route briefly took her by distant apartment windows but there wasn't much she could do about it. It wasn't just the embarrassment of being seen running around nude that she was worried about, she was one of the Cerulean sisters, if caught it wouldn't just make her look bad but the gym as well. It wasn't hard to mistake her fiery orange hair. What the fuck, was she really running around Cerulean City naked? It was almost too ridiculous to believe (and also to think that she hadn't been seen yet) until she looked down at her glistening body to remind herself that she was, indeed, totally exposed.

“Not far Misty,” she said, giving herself some reasurance. The back of the gym property began just on the other side of the street. She'd have to wait until the street was clear and just book it across, hoping for the best.

“Morning miss. Looks like you lost your clothes.”

Misty's blood ran cold.

Sitting on the ground behind her was an elderly homeless man dressed in a shabby t-shirt and shorts. A Spearow was perched on his shoulder, staring daggers at the unclothed girl. The man had a small bag of belongings resting beside him and a splintering cane laid across his lap. She didn't bother covering her delicates, he'd already seen everything.

“Please,” she began, “don't tell anyone about this.”

The man grinned as recognition dawned on him, “You're that Cerulean Gym leader, ain't you?”

Misty said nothing, but her eyes betrayed her.

“Oh don't worry your pretty little self,” he continued. “I won't tell anyone. You must be having a rough enough day as it is, eh?"

“Yes, thank you,” she breathed, relieved.

“But,” he added quickly, “there's a catch.”

Misty slumped in defeat, wasn't this just her luck.

“What is that?” she asked cautiously, again very aware of her nudity.

“I want you to bend over and spread ‘em for me,” he said, beaming lewdly.

“And if I don't? How would you even be able to prove you saw me?”

The man patted his Pokémon on the head, “I wouldn't, but I'm sure Spearow here would put up a mean raucous if you don't.”

Misty scowled, “Shit,” he had her there. Hesitantly she presented her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, utterly humiliated.

“Closer,” he demanded.

Misty did as she was told and stepped back, really hoping that she wasn't still wet.

“I said closer,” he repeated sternly.

Again she shuffled closer. “Don't try anything, old man.”

He began laughing hysterically, so much so that she frantically cast about for anyone who might hear his deranged mirth. “Now,” he began between sputters, “I can say that I've seen a Gym Leader's arsehole!” The man finished with one final peal of laughter that trailed off into an awkward silence.

Misty leveled a withering glare at the man, her brow twitching a little.

“On your way girl,” he said. “Get! Before I change my mind,” he patted Spearow again.

“Lecherous geezer,” she said under her breath as she turned away. The street seemed clear, so after another cursory check she darted across and literally dove into the hedges marking the gym's boundaries. There weren't any traffic cams to catch her shame, she was sure of that because they were still in the planning phase. However, anyone looking from the distant apartements would have definitely seen her ignomious streaking.

There were no trainers in the immediate area, oddly enough, so she skirted the hedges and scurried over to the entrance to the indoor pool. It was quiet inside, assuring her that she had at last found some privacy. It was weird though that the pool was deserted at this time, not that she was going to complain. Misty walked to the edge of the water-

-and screamed as a well-lubricated dildo was shoved roughly into her pussy. Her hands flew back to extract the toy but she was shoved forcefully forward, sending her into the pool. While airborne she heard the distincictive click of a camera shutter before her world became a surge of bubbles.

Misty came up sputtering to see her three sister standing over her: Daisy, Violet, and Lily.

“Congratulations Misty,” said the blue-haired Violet. The woman held up Misty's stolen clothes, without the pokeballs, and tossed them into the water. “This was a test,” she winked.

“Make it back here in one piece,” pitched in her beautiful pink-haired sister, Lily.

“And become a full-fledged director of this gym,” finished the seductive blonde, Daisy.

Misty's obscene string of insults died on her lips, “What?” she managed.

“We closed the gym today,” explained Violet. “How else do you think you would have slipped in here unnoticed? You really think you could have done it otherwise? You wouldn’t have even made it across the street without making it onto social media.”

Daisy giggled, “Sorry Misty, but it's a right of passage. Sort of…"

Misty could only tread water and gawk at her siblings, “What the shit?”

Lily tsk-tsk’ed her sister, “Always the one with the potty mouth.”

“Do you know what happened to me just outside the gym?” Misty nearly roared.

Her outburst elicited a round of hysteria from the sisters, “Yes,” replied Violet, holding up a pair of binoculars Misty failed to notice. “We had nothing to do with that. But hey, everyone's test is a bit different. Just be glad you didn't get Lily's hazing.” Lily blushed at the memory and inadvertantly covered her butt with her hands. "I'll tell you about it later Misty," the eldest sister winked, "but your sister here had it "rougher" than you. Be grateful."

Violet crouched to offer Misty a hand up but the younger sister grabbed hold and yanked her in. Daisy and Lily erupted into laughter. They shed their respective bikinis and jumped in after the blindsided Violet, the latter of which had also seemed to have lost her coverings.

Misty sunk into the water and closed her eyes as her sisters blithely swam about. It wasn't all bad, she supposed. It could have been much worse. All copacetic thought shattered as she felt a dildo prodding at her rear. She wrenched herself around and saw Lily, who instantly affected an innocent gesture. The second youngest sister disappeared from the pool after that. Misty wondered where she had gone until she spotted her on the high-dive diving board, masturbating with the dildo deep inside her ass and one leg hanging off the diving board. Her vocalizations were shameless and echoed through the room. Her sisters were like that...especially Lily.

Knowing her Pokémon were safe and her hazing was over, Misty swam with her sisters for a better part of the hour before getting cleaned up for a night out in celebration.

All in all, it hadn't been a bad day.
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