"Alright, Ren, let's go...!" shouted Jason, taking off counter-clockwise around the track. Ren immediately followed suit, easily keeping pace with him while staring across the field, her gaze fixed on the Stufful as it made a beeline toward them on all fours.
"Stufful, use Leer~!" chimed Wicke, using her Omnishoes to greater effect than Jason, skipping several meters at a time. As a result, she was able to cover nearly three times the distance, reaching him before he was able to get more than a quarter around the track.
As Jason briefly became distracted by Wicke basically blocking his path, her Stufful discharged a cerulean-blue energy projectile that resembled a pair of large, scary eyes, which phased through Ren's body and caused it to glow with a similar hue, lowering her defense.
"Ren, use Detect and look for an opening to strike! And be careful of its counterattacks...!" shouted Jason, frowning deeply as Wicke deliberately positioned herself in front of him with her hands behind her back and a playful expression adorning her face.
"This is your first time participating in a dynamic battle, right...?" asked Wicke, preempting Jason's response by abruptly spinning and launching a sharp, flexible heel kick at his face.
'What the hell...!?' Jason exclaimed internally, narrowly evading Wicke's surprise attack and stumbling back as she followed her initial kick with a graceful leap that saw her left foot slip past his hastily raised guard. As it made contact with his chest, her Omnishoes activated, producing a loud hissing sound and a tremendous amount of air pressure that mitigated the damage he might have taken from the kick but sent him rolling backward awkwardly and painfully.
"Are you okay...?" asked Wicke, looking wholly unapologetic as she walked slowly toward Jason with her hands on her hips.
"I wasn't informed we'd be attacking each other..." responded Jason, his frowning gaze briefly meeting Wicke's before looking past her, where Ren was evading Stufful's fumbling but fast attacks with glowing eyes.
"The primary goal is to distract one another. But since you're the Trainer of a Fighting-type Pokémon, you should get used to battling in the literal sense~" stated Wicke, stepping with her right foot between Jason's legs and presenting him her right hand with an unassuming smile. He accepted it with a slight grimace, and though she had a petite, shapely build, Wicke was able to pull him to his feet with considerable ease.
"Back in my world, it's not considered socially acceptable for a man to strike a woman..." explained Jason, his tone flat as he imagined himself taking advantage of the position he was in to strike Wicke with his elbow. The process went smoothly in his mind, but as he had never intentionally struck another person, it remained a thought.
"I'm also not overly fond of violence, but not all the Trainers you'll meet on your journey are good people—particularly those visiting from abroad," stated Wicke, releasing Jason's hand, swiftly stepping away from him, and raising her hands like a boxer as she explained, "There are individuals and criminal organizations that attempt to steal rare and powerful Pokémon by targetting their Trainers. For that reason, physical fitness and the ability to defend oneself are of paramount importance for a licensed Trainer."
Punctuating her explanation, Wicke moved forward with surprising speed, a faint hiss reaching Jason's ears as she had used her Omnishoes to kick off from the ground. Fortunately, she didn't appear to be too serious, her yellow eyes devoid of animosity and a relaxed smile adorning her face as she threw a telegraphed jab aimed at his face.
Though he managed to raise his right arm in time to change the trajectory of Wicke's punch, Jason inadvertantly opened his body to being attacked. As a result, he took a hard shove to the chest that he barely saw coming, causing him to stumble backward a few steps as Wicke pursued, keeping a nearly fixed distance between them.
Waiting until Jason regained his footing, Wicke spun on her metallic heel and launched another spinning kick at his face. At a glance, Jason felt like the attack would fall short of reaching him, but instead of simply swinging her foot in a wide arc, Wicke shifted her hips forward, adjusting the angle of her strike from a sweeping to a straight kick.
'This is seriously starting to piss me off...' Jason growled internally, the muscles in his jaw flexing, and his expression fixed into a deep, focused glower. He had managed to protect his face with his hands and arms, but the force of Wicke's kick had carried through him, causing him to smack himself in the face. Meanwhile, Wicke continued smiling, clearly believing she wasn't doing anything wrong by attacking him one-sidedly.
"If I'm upsetting you or you no longer wish to continue, you can always give up," noted Wicke, once again waiting for Jason to regain his footing before closing the distance, this time purposefully landing a quick series of left-handed jabs against his raised forearms before weaving her body from left to right in anticipation of his counter.
Ignoring what he believed to be Wicke's attempt at provoking him, Jason, with his hands raised protectively, stared past her where Ren and Stufful were engaged in a game of cat and mouse. Neither could land a clean hit on the other, and as they were both inexperienced and young, their move pool was extremely limited. As far as he could tell, Stufful only knew Leer, Tackle, and Payback. Ren, on the other hand, only had Quick Attack as an offensive move. Her remaining Pokémon Powers, Endure and Detect, were entirely defensive, leaving her with few options to circumvent the Stufful's inordinately high defense...
"Are you worried about Ren?" asked Wicke, positioning herself to obstruct Jason's view.
"How could I not be...?" countered Jason, his expression hardening as he summoned the resolve to step forward and throw an inexperienced punch at Wicke's face. He expected her to dodge or, at the very least, flinch, but she instead raised her left hand, catching his almost powerless fist as she casually remarked, "You need to throw your weight behind it, or else there won't be any power behind the blow."
As she spoke, Wicke reached up with her right hand, calmly removing her pink-rimmed glasses and tossing them to the side with a smile. Then, as Jason hadn't retracted his fist, she abruptly grabbed his wrist, pulled him off balance, hooked her right arm between his legs, and twisted her body in a practiced motion, slamming him onto his back.
"Auhugh—!"
Though it wasn't that painful, Jason briefly had the wind knocked out of him by Wicke's sudden throw. At the same time, he felt a fluttery feeling in his chest and stomach, as, immediately after slamming him onto his back, the buxom, purple-haired beauty straddled his lower abdomen, her yellow eyes appearing to glisten as she locked her calves to his sides and asked, "Does this position give you any ideas~?" in a playful tone.
"Quite a few..." responded Jason, his quip ostensibly catching Wicke off guard as he bucked his hips with as much force as he was able, causing her to fall forward. Her substantial bosom made her more than a little top-heavy, so as the momentum of her breasts carried her forward, he pushed up against her sides in an effort to throw her off him.
Unfortunately for Jason, Wicke's reactions were quicker than his. As she was bucked forward, she immediately hooked her feet under his knees to avoid being flung off him. Instead, as she caught herself with her hands, her soft, fragrant, and surprisingly heavy breasts morphed against Jason's face, briefly giving him the impression that his entire head was enveloped between them before she shifted her weight back with the lowering of his hips.
"Well, that was certainly a surprise~" hummed Wicke, beaming playfully as she inadvertantly placed herself in a dangerous position, transmitting softness and warmth through Jason's lower body. She noticed this almost immediately, but instead of adjusting her position higher up his abdomen, her smile broadened and she began twisting her hips, questioning, "What will you try next...?" in a provocative tone.
"You're exceptionally shameless..." remarked Jason, his expression and his tone flat, causing Wicke to blink several times and tilt her head. She evidently didn't understand how her actions were shameless, but instead of explaining, Jason hurriedly placed his hands on her sides and pushed against her pelvis, forcing her onto his thighs. At the same time, he bent his knees, causing her to fall forward and compelling her to catch herself as he slipped his hands between her soft, surprisingly toned thighs and attempted to pry them open and hook his forearms behind her knees to force her further up.
"And here I thought you liked having the girl on top—" teased Wicke, her words cutting off as Jason managed to get a good hold on her butt before pushing her off of him, nearly causing her to faceplant in the polyurethane track. Since she took her time attempting to right herself, Jason was able to grab her by her ankles, raising them from the ground and placing her in an awkward position where she supported herself on her elbows with her breasts depressed beneath her.
"Can we stop this...and focus on our Pokémon battle...?" asked Jason, panting from exertion. Wicke, contrastingly, wasn't even a little out of breath as she glanced back at him, supporting herself on her right elbow and forearm.
"Chasing, evading, and battling other Trainers is most Trainers' favorite part of a Pokémon battle," remarked Wicke. Then, demonstrating that she wasn't in as precarious a situation as she seemed, she swiftly contracted her legs, pulling Jason forward before raising her soft but resilient butt to smack him in the face.
As Jason instinctively tensed at the blow to his face, Wicke hooked her left under the pit of his arm and twisted her hips, forcing him to roll onto his back before he suddenly found himself pinned beneath her. To make matters worse, though some might disagree, she then shifted her weight onto his face, sitting squarely atop him in a way that deliberately blocked his mouth and nose with his arms trapped between her calves and thighs.
"Stufful! Grab and squeeze her as tightly as you can...!" shouted Wicke, grabbing and holding Jason's wrists as he attempted to grab or strike her sides. He then tried kicking off from the ground to try to dislodge her, but he wasn't flexible enough, and she was thoroughly anchored in place with full control over his hands. In an official battle, she would be declared the winner if she could keep him pinned for twenty seconds, but when Korrina looked over, she shook her head to indicate her intention to wait for Jason to yield via tapping out or losing consciousness.
In response to Wicke's shout, Stufful stood awkwardly on its hind legs and lunged forward as Ren was distracted, looking over at the scene of Jason being pinned with concern. With Detect still active, however, Ren was able to react at the last moment, leaping back and side-swiping the Stufful across the face like a backhand, surprising the bear-like Pokémon a great deal.
'Was that a Feint...?' Wicke wondered, her brows rising as she twisted and periodically raised her hips to give Jason a chance to breathe before she promptly sat back down to resume smothering him. She couldn't help but notice the reaction from his lower body, but since that was half the reason she was sitting on his face—having learned from Lusamine how enjoyable it was—she pretended not to.
'This woman is a sadist...and I'm way too weak...' thought Jason, feeling increasingly frustrated and incapable of dislodging Wicke from her perch. He might have been able to if his arms had a full range of motion, but the way she was seated severely restricted the movement of his upper arms and impaired his circulation. And as his mouth, nose, and brain seemed to fill with her scent, combined with a lack of oxygen, his body warmed, and his ability to think became increasingly impaired...
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