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Strong sunlight beamed in through the thin nylon of your tent, making your eyes scrunch up in protest. Grunting at the intrusion, you went to slap an arm over your face because really, a couple more hours of sleep shouldn’t set you back too far.
Only, your arm was stuck, trapped under the warm weight of the body pressed next to you. You smiled, mind still hazy with sleep, glad for the warmth of your Pokemon snuggled around you. That’s exactly why you picked out this insanely large, family sized camping gear. Where was the fun in keeping them in their Pokeballs when you all felt so much closer as a cozy, tangled puppy pile? Provided your Leafeon and Butterfree weren’t bickering and chasing each other, which was admittedly more often than not.
Sighing into the warmth, you gave up on shielding your eyes, deciding to bask in the golden rays to soothe the aches you were starting to feel all over your body.
Suddenly confused, you didn’t train that hard yesterday, you finally open your eyes, squinting against the light. Looking around as dread settled like a stone in your chest, struggling to remember exactly how the dragon tamer and the goddamn champion of the Galar league came to be curled around your body. You suck in a breath, hands covering your mouth to stifle your panicked gasps. Because, of course, you were naked, and from what you could see above messily strewn blankets, so were they.
Slowly, so slowly, your attempts to extricate yourself from what is clearly the clusterfuck of the century had you tumbling away from the padded bed roll. Holding your breath, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Raihan grunted and rolled into the warm spot your body left, hilariously smooshing his face against Leon’s bicep. Well, it would be hilarious, picture worthy even, if you weren’t naked in a tent with with the two trainers you dreaded facing the most.
Fuck, this gym challenge just got so much more complicated.
The day before.
You laugh loudly, enjoying the chaotic camaraderie of your team as they chased each other across the grass. You were still flying high after your win against Piers; by the way your brave Gallade strutted triumphantly around, you knew he was feeling it, too. Smiling softly as you remembered how meek he was at first, but his determination and hard work clearly paid off, striking the finishing blow to the dark-type users Obstagoon.
You dragged them all out to the Wild Area to celebrate, and to maybe get some training in before facing the Tamer of Dragons. Fingers fumbling against the ladle as you stirred the curry, you stubbornly pushed down your nerves. Raihan would by far be the hardest gym leader you’ve faced, and you were determined to level up your Pokemon to defeat him and make it to the championship. Still, you tensed at the thought of facing down the imposing man on the field. Sure, he’s been friendly and kind the few times you’ve run into him but you’ve seen his battles before. His wild, feral energy, his skillful way of manipulating the weather, the glint of his long canine…
Flushing slightly, pretending it was the heat of the fire and absolutely nothing else, you went to ladle out the spicy coconut curry you and your team preferred. Whistling to signal dinner was ready, your companions settled in around you to tuck in to the meal, watching the orange glow of sunset dance across the water of the Giant’s Mirror.
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Warm and content, you ran your fingers through Leafeon’s soft fur as she nuzzled her face against yours. You chuckled lightly, glad you had the foresight to set up your tent earlier in the evening. You barely managed to clean off the pots from cooking, feeling full and drowsy after such a long day. You watched as Gallade ambled around a sleeping Ninetales, carefully carrying over an armful of berries to present to you. You smiled, warmed by how close you’ve gotten and thankful, since you weren’t as familiar with this region's berries. Getting sick while traveling with rowdy Pokemon after eating questionable berries was something you were loath to experience again.
Patting his head gratefully, you accepted the pink-skinned fruit. Peeling the rough exterior tentatively, you were pleased by the sweet creaminess and ate as much as your protesting stomach would allow. Sighing happily, you leaned back in the soft grass to stare at the twinkling stars. Listening to the distant chirps and growls of the wild Pokemon, you’ve never felt so content. Starting this gym challenge was impulsive, and you often felt like you were too old amongst the bright eyed young teens and preteens. But you always wanted to compete and the timing was finally right. Moving here from your region was really beginning to feel worth it.
Starting to feel too warm to cuddle with your Pokemon, you rose on unsteady feet towards the lake. Arceus, you felt hot all of a sudden, the cool water looking more and more tempting. Glancing around to make sure no wayward challengers were lurking in this secluded part of the Wild Area, you stripped to your bike shorts and sports bra. Dipping your toes in, you shivered as the cool water rippled under your feet, a stark contrast to the heat building up in your body. You wavered where you stood, worrying that you might be coming down with something.
What terrible timing, how embarrassing to face the dragon-type leader with a runny nose.
Lightly splashing water to cool your flushed cheeks, you heard a snapping noise and what sounded like…arguing?
“Honestly, only you could get us this lost this close to Hammerlocke! Mate, you’ve really got to get yourself together,” grumbled a low voice. You stiffened, whipping your head around and peering through the darkness, seeing the slightly darker shadow of two figures approaching from behind one of the giant boulders surrounding the lake.
“I know, I know! I’m sorry, but it’s so dark and everything - look, why don’t you try to get us back, then? Shouldn’t you know this part of the Wild Area better than anyone? Don’t you train here during those miserable sand storms?” A defensive voice joined in, sounding much closer than before. You knew those voices, who else would be wandering around here so late?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You panicked, jumping out of the cool relief of the water to head back towards your camp. You’ll just…gather everyone up super quietly and they won’t even see your ridiculously large tent and fuck, the fire still merrily crackling away. Not to mention the several dozing Pokemon and…yeah, you were screwed.
Resigning yourself to your fate, you waved towards the misplaced trainers. You’ll just help them get their bearings and then deal with…whatever was happening with your body right now. The heat had progressed and settled, making you wince at the cramps pulsing dully in your abdomen. You prayed to Arceus that you weren’t getting your period; they were always the worst, putting you out of commission for days and you didn’t have that kind of time.
“Uh, hey guys? If you’re lost, I can point you back towards Hammerlocke. We’re really not too far, it shouldn’t be hard to navigate back from here,” you called out, awkwardly brushing your hair off your sweaty neck. You probably looked a complete mess and in front of two of the most powerful trainers in Galar. This was just great. Fantastic.
The two men perked up and started towards you, their faces becoming clearer in the warm light of the fire. Arceus, they were both so tall, dwarfing you with their presence alone. It sent a small thrill down your spine, and you discreetly marveled at how large they were. Big, strong hands and oh, the muscles they had. You idly wondered how often they must work out; Leon looked like he could bench press his Haxorus without breaking a sweat, and Raihan…
“Uh, you alright there? Sorry, didn’t get your name, challenger…?” The dragon tamer loomed over you, hand held out to steady you. You shook your head slightly, taking a clumsy step back.
You gave him your name, flustered by your mental ramblings. Now was not the time to get lost in a daydream, no matter how fit they were. They were the champion and a gym leader, respectively, just two people to face down and win against. Nothing more.
“Y-yeah, sorry. I think I might be coming down with something, didn’t mean to space out like that,” you stammered awkwardly, crossing your arms. Oh, but your chest felt so sensitive, nipples peaking through the thin fabric of your athletic top. You adjusted your arms to make sure they couldn’t see, trying not to feel embarrassed by how exposed you were.
“S’alright, but you better not be using that as an excuse to duck out of our battle.” Raihan grinned down at you, his little fangs subtly glinting in the low light. You shivered anew, mind wandering to what it would feel like pressed against your skin.
“N-no, no of course not! Probably just a little cold, nothing I can’t handle,” you grinned back, posturing like you were already on the turf ready to pit your Pokemon against each other. “It will take a lot more than that to make me bow out at this point! But anyway, what are you two doing wandering around here?”
Leon ducked his head at this, suddenly finding the surrounding boulders and grass to be fascinating. You snorted, putting your hands on your hips. He was notorious for getting himself lost like this, and everyone here - hell, everyone in Galar - knew it.
“It’s not my fault this time, honestly! There was this blast of energy and a ton of wild Pokemon started Dynamaxing out here. As the champion, I had to sort things out and then, well...” He shrugged helplessly, looking everywhere but at you and Raihan, who exchanged knowing smirks. He seemed to choke slightly as his eyes glanced over you, keen gaze taking in your sparse attire. Quickly crossing your arms again, you cleared your throat as you looked back to Leon.
“Well, we’re only at the Giant’s Mirror. If you head north for a few miles, you’ll hit Hammerlocke and then-”
“What are these?” Leon demanded, cutting you off and bending down to pick up the berries you had munched on earlier. He looked up at you, scanning your heated body before chucking the berries off into the distance.
“Hey! My Gallade brought me those! They were delicious, thank you very much, and-” He cut you off again, as he gripped your shoulders tightly, leaning unnervingly close.
“You actually ate them? How many? When?” He demanded, shaking you slightly. You melted under his touch, the heat in your belly flaring as you looked up at him, feeling dizzy at the proximity. Arceus, his eyes were such a stunning shade of gold. You leaned up on your tiptoes for a better look, heedless of how close you were getting to a near-stranger. You felt the delicious heat of his breath for a brief moment before he pulled you back at arms-length.
“Listen to me, this is very important. How many did you eat?”
How many…berries? You felt fuzzy, warm all over, and why was he asking about berries? Who cares when his mouth looked so full and pouty and why wasn’t he kissing you?
“I dunno, a couple h-handfuls? About 15 minutes ago, just before you lot wandered over.” You struggled to form the words, coherent thought losing out over the heat that you were starting to feel in earnest. You tried to get closer to the champion, you’d be fine if he’d just touch you, missing the wary look the two men exchanged.
“Fuck,” Raihain sighed, running his hands down his face before placing them both on his hips. Glancing over at him, you brightened. Maybe he’d touch you, just a little, enough to quell the ache that was consuming you.
“These are custap berries,” Leon informs you, expression torn as he continues to hold you away from him. You frown, still fixated on getting his, or even better, both of their large hands on you. You shift your weight, trying to scrap together some sort of plan that ends up with you between them.
“...powerful aphrodisiac, if you ate that many then you’re gonna need-”
Barely listening and increasingly frustrated, you take matters into your own hands, quite literally. Trailing your hand across your breasts, you slide it down your body only to press it against your stomach, groaning as a powerful cramp tears its way through you.
“-to have sex. Arceus, are you okay? What-what’s wrong?” Both men crowd closer to you, Leon helping you to stay standing as Raihan lays a supportive hand at your back.
“It hurts,” you gasp out, leaning forward to clutch at Leon’s ridiculous cape as another pang echoes painfully. “Please, Leon…Raihan, it hurts.” You feel pathetic and weak suddenly, arousal turning painful as your womb constricts. You feel slippery between your thighs and empty, aching to be filled.
The two men exchange another unreadable glance, before turning back to you.
“We can help, if you let us.”