[CYOA] That Time I Warped to a Fictional World Without any Clothes

[TwilightThorn]

[X] Act like everything is normal and greet them as she is. After all, this has to be a dream, right?
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Relax, Rosie. You're dreaming. This is one of those creepy naked dreams, you just passed out and now you're dreaming. You've read about this before. Lucid dreaming? You were more tired than you thought, and you probably passed out. You're gonna wake up in your bed in just a few minutes, right next to Jamie. And if this is a dream...well...I can do anything I like! With no consequences.

Rosie held her breath for a moment as she gathered her thoughts, and then appeared from behind the tree, walking with purpose toward the trail with a confident smile on her face. Despite the obvious sensation of the grass on her bare feet, and the cool breeze on her body, she had still convinced herself that she was vividly dreaming. Nothing could stop her.

"Um....h-hi!" She walked out from the woods, waving at the person approaching, who seemed to be wheeling a cart in front of them. It was a man, probably about middle-aged, with a small, frilled top and a pair of cargo shorts and sandals on his feet.

"Hello, miss!" He waved back as he got closer, startled a bit as he noticed her utter lack of clothing. He averted his eyes for a moment as he stopped on the trail. "Oh! I do apologize, I...I didn't realize..."

"Whoa...he's so lifelike." Rosie stepped closer, smiling a little as she stood proudly in front of him, letting her whole body be on display for him, complete with her fiery bush and perky B-cups. "Hi, mister...um..." What do I even say? Should I try to get him to wake me up? "I...I think I'm like...dreaming?" She stood in front of the man, who practically towered over him like most people did, as she stood at just 5 foot 1.

"Um...well, I don't know about that, miss..." He trailed off a bit as he eyed Rosie's body up and down, giving her a slight chill down her back as she felt his eyes take in her every inch from head to toe. She had a slight sinking feeling that maybe she was totally wrong about this after all. But how was that possible?

She shook her head as she followed the man down the trail, peering into his wagon. It was full of what appeared to be various textile objects with colorful patterns and fur on them. She felt a little mortified and awkward as she wondered where they might have come from. Does this guy skin Pokemon??

"W-wait...is this...like...real?"

"Well, I mean, I think the same sometimes, myself, but I assure, you, miss, there is nothing strange afoot. Are you alright? Did you have a run-in with a Musharna recently?

"Musharna? Like the psychic type?" Rosie had a lingering sense of dread that slowly crept up on her as they spoke. Was this real after all? Had she made a horrible mistake? She found herself slowing down a little and moving her arms closer to her privates instinctively.

"Yep. There have been stories about people's Pokemon going missing recently, and a big rise in the population of Musharna in these woods recently. Believe it or not, you are not the first person to wind up lost out here, but...you are the first to be so...naked.

Rosie stopped in her tracks and blushed profusely. "W-wait...so, this...isn't a dream...." She stared down at her nude body, her face growing pinker than ever as she hunched over and covered herself with her arms. "Oh my GOD! I thought it was...I thought I....h-hey, you have to help me!"

"I, uh..." He scratched his head as he looked down at his wares in the wagon, and back at her. "W-what am I supposed to do?"

Rosie looked up at him with a frustrated frown. "Umm, some clothes, maybe?!"

"Oh, uh..." He looked down at the wagon, which had nothing but small fragments of various cloth fabrics inside. Nothing wearable, or even big enough to cover her. "Um...I'm afraid I'm actually running short on my usual wears right now..."

"What? You're a...a trapper...or like...you skin Pokemon or whatever, right? You don't have anything I can wear?" She hid close behind him as he continued down the route, in the direction of the city. Her arms were up against her chest, and a hand over her pussy as she cowered behind him.

"Whaat? Arceus no, I don't skin Pokemon. These are just my current designs, I like to model my wares after Pokemon patterns. This piece I was working on is modeled after a Pikachu." He held up a small piece of bright yellow fabric with black stripes near the top. "But I had to stop my work when my Cottonee that I use to make these disappeared. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the Musharna sightings here in these woods. They don't usually hang around here, but something has been disturbing them.

"Okay, yeah, great, man, listen...I'm begging you here." Rosie stood in front of him, uncovering her chest to put a hand on the man's shoulder. "I don't know how I got here, but I need to get home. I have...no idea how I'm supposed to do that, but before I try to figure that out, um...I'd...kinda like to not be naked...you understand me?"

"I do, ma'am, but I'm afraid I have nothing but scraps in here. As long as I don't have my Cottonee, I can't make you anything." He shrugged and pushed past her, leaving her on her own as he walked away with his cart. "I do wish you the best of luck, though, miss."

"What? H-hey..." Rosie covered up again and followed him, feeling incredibly vulnerable and increasingly frustrated now. "W-where are you going? Is this how your mother raised you?! You see a naked chick on the road asking for help and you leave me behind?"

"Listen, hun, I'd love to help, but if my wife sees me with someone like you, that'll be the end of it. I am already late coming home, and we have a hard conversation about our rent payments coming up soon, so I really must be going."

"Ugh." Rosie stood behind the man as he walked away again, still covering herself, and growing even more frustrated. She was already lost and confused as it was, but to be naked on top of it...either way, it was clear that this man would be of no help to her right now. But still, she didn't want to be alone like this. She felt so vulnerable, and as night fell further, she shivered a bit from the chilly air. "Hey, wait up! Man, listen, okay...c-can you at least...could you maybe...get me something to wear in town, and bring it out to me? I hate to ask, I just...don't want to go in there like this, and well, I have no money."

"Didn't you hear me, miss? Without my Cottonee, I can't make clothes, and without my clothes, I barely have enough to keep the lights on."

She pleaded with him more now, neglecting to even cover herself as she spoke. "I...okay..I get it. You need your Cottonee." She had an idea. Cottonee produce a cotton-like substance, so if he was around here somewhere, and she could find him...maybe she could get it to make her a dress or something to wear. "Do you know where he might be?"

The man sighed. "If I did, I wouldn't be having this issue, now would I?"

"I...okay, that's fair." She trailed off for a moment, her legs bowing a little from the cold and her lingering shame as she held a hand against her crotch to hide her bush. "W-where was the last place you saw him?"

"He was with me. Just today, not even a few hours ago, and then...suddenly he just wasn't. I blame those Musharna that have been creeping around, I think they kidnapped my poor Pokemon. Either that, or it was that Team Plasma coming back again. I'd heard they were up to their old tricks again."

"Team Plasma...right. They're the evil team in this game."

"Game? Miss, what are you-"

"Nothing." A thought was forming in Rosie's mind. There was this old show her dad used to watch where this guy would leap to different time periods and had to help people make their lives better if he wanted to go home. Maybe this was something like that. As far as she knew, she didn't have any weird science experiments done with her, but...it was all she had right now. Hopefully she could find some clothes along the way, but she had to get home, first things first. It was the only thing she knew. "S-so...if I can find this Cottonee...you'll help me?"

"Well, yes. I'd be happy to reward you, I miss him dearly."

"Alright. I'll...see what I can do."

"If you hear anything...go to the Castelia Tailor and ask for Milton. That's me. They'll know where to send you."

"Y-you got it." She covered herself tightly as she stood to the side of the trail, her face flushed as she noticed him looking at her, but she tried to keep her smile.

God dammit, that was a bust...but I got a lead. Two of them. No clothes, though...hopefully those will come soon. I have to pray. Two places I can check now...

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[] Head back into the woods and see what she finds there, maybe a lead on the Musharna?
[] Head into town and ask about Team Plasma, since they seem to be involved in all of this.
[] See if she can make something to preserve her modesty first out of whatever might be around: leaves, grass...mud?

 

[TwilightThorn]

I realize I forgot to provide a bio for our protagonist, so here's one now:

Rosalina Kisuragi

Rosalina, affectionately called "Rosie" by her friends and family, is a 24-year-old college graduate with a degree in biology. Despite this, and her recurring interest in the field, she had trouble finding work, and eventually ended up settling for a job at the local movie theater. She is very personable and well liked by her coworkers and customers, often making light small talk with them about the movies, and even sneaking in a few free screenings for herself and her partner.

Rosie is half Japanese on her father's side, and has Irish descent on her mother's, which is where both her last name and her natural red hair comes from. Her parents had high expectations of her, and she had to sacrifice a lot to push herself through her college-level courses in high school and come out with grades high enough to get into college. Despite this, however, Rosie still found ways to maintain her social life, often sneaking out at night to hang out with her best friend or meet various boys for joyrides in their parents' car. As a teenager, Rosie was very rebellious overall, and had a tendency to talk back to her teachers and other staff members, in stark contrast to the way she treated her friends and partners, which would often be very kind and understanding.

Despite her rebellion, Rosie still maintained good grades, and her teachers routinely told her parents that she was a brilliant student, she was just a bit indifferent to the rules, and didn't seem to respect authority. Over the years however, and as of today, Rosie's demeanor has calmed down quite a bit. She tends to be a lot more understanding and patient with people so long as they treat her with respect, but as soon as someone calls her out or says something remotely rude, she's likely to come back with a rude gesture or remark almost impulsively, often to the dismay of whoever she's with.

Romantically, Rosie is very open and outward about her interests, often talking to her friends and coworkers about boys she finds attractive, and/or her celebrity crushes. Despite her rebellious look in many ways, Rosie is usually more attentive to the more introverted, nerdy guys, seeing them as something of a lost soul that needs to be picked up and taken care of; something that often leads to very one-sided relationships for her, unfortunately. That was, until she met her current partner, (name), who served to be independent and assertive enough to challenge her, while still being the kind, shy soft boy she always wanted.

Personality-wise, Rosie is somewhat deceptively outgoing. She carries herself as someone who doesn't enjoy social interaction, but she will gladly talk someone's ear off as long as they don't bother her while she's working or seem outwardly disrespectful to her or her colleagues and friends. She enjoys talking about movies, anime, and even sometimes video games, though she doesn't usually play those herself, often just watching her partner play instead, and commenting on their gameplay the entire time.

For her hobbies, Rosie enjoys writing and doodling in her journal, listening to music on her phone, and reading manga. She especially enjoys horror series and slasher movies as well, even if they freak her out a little more than she might want to admit, which is why she has her partner there to snuggle her while they watch them together. Having a degree in biology, Rosie also takes interest in animals, specifically frogs and various types of flowers and plants, and even has a pet axolotl that she keeps at home named Long Boy.

As mentioned before, Rosie is very interested in music as well; she knows how to play the guitar, and has even practiced the drums a bit, though she prefers the former, and doesn't own a drum set. She really likes pop punk, emo, and heavy metal bands like Metallica, blink-182, Evanescence, Paramore, to name a few. She also dabbles in a few J-pop bands, especially anime theme songs, since she knows a bit of Japanese herself due to her dual heritage.

Rosie is not fluent in Japanese, and is largely estranged from many traditional Japanese customs, but she still has a decent amount of knowledge about the country and its history thanks in part to her father and her own research. One custom she does adhere to, however, mostly for the sake of cleanliness, is that she never wears shoes in the house, spending her time barefoot more often than not. She doesn't enforce this rule on her partner, necessarily, though they do tend to follow suit anyway.

 

[TwilightThorn]

[X] Head back into the woods and see what she finds there, maybe a lead on the Musharna?

Oh my god, I can't believe this...I'm stranded in the Unova region! Normally, I'd be thrilled, my partner and I love this game! Except I'm naked. Completely and utterly naked. Not a stitch on me, and to make things worse, someone already saw me, and now I'm about to head into the woods without a clue of what I might find...God, I'm so vulnerable. And cold. Someone help me...

Rosie backed away toward the trees once more, silently cursing herself as her bare feet left prints in the trail. "Fuck me, man...this is a nightmare..." She shivered a little as she approached the trees, her arms crossed over her breasts, leaving her fiery red crotch hair completely visible as she stepped into the trees. Her skin was covered in gooseflesh from the cool breeze as she marched forward, grateful at least for the general privacy the forest might provide, but equally terrified of the dangers it might hold.

She could hear the chattering of what sounded like cicadas growing ever louder with every step as she moved deeper into the trees, but logic told her they were probably Ninjask, who would likely be mating this time of year, much like cicadas in real life. God, Rosie, get a life. Her nerves made her jittery and paranoid as every tiny rustle of leaves made her jump and she could swear she could hear voices. She was already a bit jumpy on her own, but being naked only confounded it even more. Combined with the chilly wind and her bare feet on the rough forest floor, she was starting to panic a little bit.

As she walked further along, moved purely by her own adrenaline, she whimpered a little from sheer desperation, her arms crossed tightly over her breasts. She began to think about home, and Jamie, and her pet Axolotl that was waiting for her, and wanted nothing more than to be there, snuggled up on the couch watching anime or playing some games while he held her close and kissed her on the cheek. She closed her eyes and smiled briefly as she thought about this, momentarily losing herself in her own consciousness, her feet still moving practically on their own.

That is, until they weren't. In her brief lapse in focus, Rosie stumbled over an exposed tree root and fell on her face in the dirt, her bare butt poking out toward the air for a moment as she sat up and spit it out from her mouth. "Pffft. Ugh. Dammit. This is getting me nowhere. Why did I think this was a good idea? I'm lost in the middle of nowhere now, and I'm still fucking naked. There's gotta...gotta be something I can use...anything remotely wearable..." She looked around at her surroundings as she sat on the ground, her back against a tree trunk and her knees up to her chest. It made her feel at least a little more modest, but also very small. She wanted to curl up right there and just be done with things. Let whatever was going to happen happen. She had a morbid thought for a moment that maybe if she...if something happened to her...maybe that would be her way back. But could she really bring herself to go through with it? What if she was wrong? She couldn't do that to Jamie...

Just as she started to stand up again, her second wind kicking in, she looked forward and noticed a billowing pillar of smoke in the near distance. If she knew anything about the wilderness, it was that wherever smoke could be seen, fire was sure to be present, and where there was fire, there would be people. She desperately didn't want to be seen again, but at the same time...it was the only sign of people she'd seen since she entered the woods. And there was always the chance the camp was abandoned. Maybe she could find some supplies and most importantly, clothes. Even if it wasn't, who's to say the people there wouldn't be friendly and willing to help her? It seemed like the best option to her.

Rosie stood up and carefully approached the smoke, hiding behind the nearby tree trunks and moving from cover to cover as she tried to get a view of things. She saw what looked like a large tent in the clearing as she got closer, and the fire was still lit. It was clearly very recently used, if not still currently occupied. A good sign, hopefully. Still, she was too nervous to approach any further, for the sake of running into someone and being seen once again, and her nerves were only aggravated further at the sight of a very familiar emblem on the side of the tent, which seemed uncharacteristically large just for camping.

A symbol of a shield with a blue letter "P" adorned with a mild Z-shaped slash behind it. She knew it like the back of her hand from all of her days watching Jamie play Pokemon. Team Plasma. They were seriously bad guys, but they had no reason to fear her, right? After all, they were basically just weird, misguided nature freaks who wanted to liberate Pokemon from human restraints. A noble cause, admittedly, but Rosie knew better. Still, they were people, and maybe they could help her. Or maybe they had something to do with why the Musharna were so agitated.

Rosie peeked from behind the tree trunk, her hands on either side of it as her head poked out from the side. She could see the fire crackling, with what looked like some kebabs being roasted on a stick suspended above it. She decided not to think about where the meat came from as she peered at the tent in front of her. It was the evening, so things were quiet, but she thought she could hear some movement inside, and the constant whir of a generator was hard to miss, as it seemed to power the artificial lights inside the large tent. It looked like something out of "Resident Evil".

Unfortunately, there was nothing in the way of clothes as far as she could see, but as she looked at the kebabs hanging over the fire, her stomach grumbled a bit. Not to mention her obvious curiosity over the contents of the tent. She had always been one to partake in free food whenever it was offered, and in this case, she'd be stealing it from the hands of an evil team of Pokemon thieves. She could live with that.

"Fuck it," she said as she darted from behind the trees, timing herself to make sure she could get there and back before someone came out. She jogged over to the fire and grabbed one of the kebabs, holding it in one hand and grinning to herself as she started to back away, only to stop in her tracks at the sudden sound of a dog barking that had started up next to her. "Oh shit...." She stood still, in utter shock as a large Houndour suddenly stood up from behind a nearby log, snarling at her. She slowly backed away, holding the kebab stick in front of her as the dark black canine figure loomed over her, gnashing its teeth.

"G-good boy. Ssshhhh. Please, shut up." The Pokemon continued to advance, barking once more as it got ever closer, and she began to panic. "Stop! Shhhut up! Please, I'm begging you!" She could see the commotion in the tent nearby as the dog began to alert the tenants. "Fuck off! Here!" In a brief moment of panic, she tossed the kebab off to the side, and the Houndour suddenly followed, changing course to chase after the food. She tried to run away in time, but it was too late. A short-statured woman appeared from inside the tent and smirked at Rosie.

"Well, then. A thief, huh? Always knew befriending this Houndour would pay off for us." The woman stood with her arms crossed in front of the campfire.

"Eep!" Rosie froze in place, swiftly covering herself with her arms as she stood still, completely frozen from intimidation. In front of her was a woman with dubious intentions, and on the other side, a Pokemon that had just had a little appetizer, and might be hungry for more. Rosie was overcome with humiliation and utter terror as she was stuck, naked and fearing for her life.

"What do you want? You here to steal our food? Is that it? Where are your Pokemon?" Strangely, the woman made no mention of Rosie's nudity, though she clearly noticed it, as she was eyeing her bare body as if trying her hardest to see through her arms and get a peek at her privates.

"I, um...I don't....have any..." Rosie blushed, glancing back at the Houndour, who was now picking at the stick after finishing his short meal. Her arms remained clutched desperately against her breasts and pussy, the only thing hiding them from view of the woman standing before her. "I...I can explain..."

Think, Rosie...think. Maybe she's being genuine. Maybe if you explain yourself, she'll understand. Not to mention, she might know something about the Musharna. You still need to figure that out. It might be your ticket home. Ohhh what do I say?

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[] "It's been a rough day, I'm lost, naked, and very far from home, and I just wanted a quick meal. I didn't mean to steal from you." (Appeal to her sympathies, if she has any.)

[] "I'm actually here to join Team Plasma. I heard there was a camp out here somewhere, but I got a little lost on the way." (Maybe she can go undercover. After all, enlisting means uniforms...right?)

[] Make a break for it. Catch them off guard, and maybe she'll escape. It's a longshot, but it beats the alternative.

 

[TwilightThorn]

It's okay, Rosie. She might be evil, but she's still a person. Just be honest with her, and maybe she'll understand.

"It's been a rough day, I'm lost, naked, and very far from home, and I just wanted a quick meal. I didn't mean to steal from you." Rosie quivered a little as she covered her nudity with her arms, and flashed what she hoped looked like a friendly smile to the woman, who stood before her now with her hands on her hips and a slightly unenthused expression on her face.

"Okay, and...I'm just supposed to take pity on you? We aren't some charity organization you can just come and take things from." As she spoke, the Houndour stood up and growled at Rosie again, causing her to jump in a panic, showing her bare butt to the woman.

"H-hey! Can you control your stupid dog, please?!" She jumped away, her arms shooting up in fright, exposing her body. The woman smirked.

"I can't control something with its own free will. Don't you understand that?" She gave her an aggravated look, seemingly frustrated at her words. The woman was standing over Rosie now, her eyes on fire as she stared down at Rosie's naked body, which was completely exposed as she backed away in fear.

"I...I didn't..." Her eyes were wide with fear as she slowly backed away, every step leaving depressions in the grass from her bare feet.

"This is what's wrong with you people these days. Team Plasma is defeated twice already, and our supreme leader has been dethroned. We're all that's left, and our creed is dying. I won't stand for this desecration of the name of our great Ghetsis. Do you understand me?!" She seemed to get bigger with every inch she moved.

"I...I don't...I didn't mean any-waaaahh!" As she stepped back further, her foot ran into a round rock nearby and she felt her legs shoot out from underneath her as she fell onto her back, spreading them open as she landed. "Aahhhh..." She rubbed her head as the woman towered over her now, peering down at her exposed pussy, which was entirely visible between her legs as she laid bare in front of her on the ground. "H-hey!" She shot both her hands down quickly to cover it as she squeezed her legs together.

The woman smiled and held a hand out toward her as if to help her up. Rosie reluctantly moved one hand from between her legs to accept it, smiling shyly. The woman's intentions were impossible to know, and she felt a dreary sense of helplessness as she realized she was entirely at her mercy now.

"Careful, there, hun. Wouldn't want the informant getting hurt." She held Rosie by the wrist, tightening her grip a little as her smile suddenly turned devious.

"W-wait...I'm...I'm not a-" She gasped suddenly as the woman pulled her firmly by the wrist toward the tent, startling her as she tripped over her own bare feet. "Where are you taking me?!"

"You came here to investigate us, right? So I'm giving you what you want." The woman dragged her toward the tent as Rosie dug her heels into the dirt, trying to resist, completely abandoning any attempt to cover her body.

"N-no! I don't need to see it! Let me go! I won't say anything, I promise!" Rosie pleaded eagerly with the woman, whose grip felt like iron as she unzipped the tent and tugged her inside. Rosie gasped at the sight of the tent's interior, which was full of computer monitors, camera setups and something in the corner that was covered in a large sheet, as if it wasn't meant to be seen. It looked exactly like those creepy experimental tents they'd set up in all those horror games she used to watch Jamie play, and she wanted nothing to do with it.

"You wanted to see this, right? What we're doing here? I thought if I showed you, you might understand." The woman spoke with a slightly crazed fervor. Rosie got the feeling she had been waiting for someone like her to come along for a while. "There have been visitors like you before. Lots of them. They come and go, but you're different. You're the first one I could touch."

Rosie looked on in awe as the woman let her go finally, practically dropping her on the floor. She immediately stood up and ran for the exit, but stopped in her tracks as she was met with the jaws of the Houndour outside, snarling at her. "Eeek! W-what do you want from me?!"

The woman smiled and grabbed the sheet covering the box in the corner of the tent. "To show you the future to come. Maybe you can see things the way I do, and you can finally understand." She pulled the sheet off suddenly, and Rosie gasped as it fell to the floor. Inside was a Musharna, no mistake about it, but the color was off. It was blue instead of its usual purple, and it looked lethargic. That's when she noticed it was connected to some kind of apparatus that was pumping some sort of pink liquid from the long tendril the protruded from its snout.

"Jesus...you're insane..." Rosie fell to the floor in the corner of the tent, holding her knees to her chest.

"Is that really what you think?" The woman stood still, looking angry and almost offended at her remark. "You don't understand. It lets me see him. Our great king, N. And Ghetsis. In all his grandeur." She stared off into the corner for a moment, reaching her hand out as if to some unseen entity.

Rosie looked on in shock and terror at the woman, feeling trapped and terrified. She noticed several vials of the pink mist from the cage on the counter nearby, one of which was open and partly empty, with a syringe next to it. Jesus, she's injecting herself with the dream serum. That's why she's seeing these illusions. This woman is crazy.

"You're crazy! It's not real! You're hallucinating!" Rosie looked at the Musharna with a sad frown as she saw its eyes look back at her, as if it was silently asking for help. In that moment, it was as if she knew what she had to do. This was her way home. She was sure of it. But she couldn't just get up and open the cage. She needed a distraction. Or something to give her an opening. She glanced around as the woman grew closer, slowly filling up a syringe with the liquid.

Is she planning on injecting me with that? I can't let that happen...think, Rosie, come on...what would Ash do?

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[] Rush her from behind and see if she can get the syringe from her, get her stuck in a dream.

[] Think really hard and see if she can aggravate the Musharna enough to emit its dream gas. It might affect her, too, but maybe it was worth the risk.

[] Appease the woman and tell her what she wants to hear. Maybe she can play it up and make her think she's come around.

 

[TwilightThorn]

Think Rosie...you have nothing to lose here. Literally...If you're stuck here forever, then you might as well go out with a bang. Do something! Move!

Rosie sat in the corner of the tent, still buck naked, clutching her knees to her chest in fright as the woman spoke ominously in front of her. Wait for your moment. Be brave. You can do this.

The woman towered over her now, flicking a vial of purple serum as she smiled at Rosie deviously. "You're finally gonna see...you're gonna see with me! You'll understand what I mean soon enough." The woman knelt down on one knee and inserted a needle into the vial, apparently to inject Rosie with. If she was put to sleep now...who knew what would happen to her?

As Rosie scuttled on the floor away from the woman, kicking her bare feet to keep her away, her face grew white with terror, and no matter how badly her mind screamed for her defend herself, the woman grew closer and closer with every step...even if she ran away, the Houndour outside would snatch her up immediately.

God, no, please, just stop, stop for one minute I need time to- Rosie's head shot up gently as she kicked her bare legs out at the woman to keep her at bay, clumsily knocking the vial out of her hand and making her spill it on the floor.

"You brat! Don't make me tie you up!" The woman shook her head as she turned away for a moment to retrieve the dropped vial. This was her chance.

"Fuck you!" Rosie yelled as she ran up toward the woman from behind and shoved her into the counter, her breasts bouncing slightly from the sudden movement. She realized how exposed she was once again as she felt her bare skin against the woman's clothing, wrapping her arms around her to try and wrestle the syringe out of her hand.

"You little-!" The woman squirmed rapidly, trying to shove Rosie off of her back, but she held strong. Rosie may be small, but she had a hell of a grip. It was something she'd figured out back in her high school days, when she would torment her classmates in the locker rooms and challenge anyone she met to arm wrestling duels. It proved too much for the woman as she flailed to the side, tossing the syringe at the ground suddenly and causing it to shatter to a thousand pieces as Rosie's body was slammed against the counter. Stunned, she released her grip from the woman's waist and fell to the floor once again. That was it. Her chance had come and gone.

As she rubbed her thigh, which was sure to have a bruise on it in the morning, she looked up at the Musharna with desperate eyes.

Please...just...break out of your cage or something...help me...

Rosie tried to think hard about her escape, hoping maybe her desperate energy would reach the Pokemon, but the woman was on top of her now with another syringe, and after her first attempt, her arms were getting tired and she could feel the woman's hands reaching ever closer to her neck, where the syringe would insert itself and she'd be....who knew where?

"Gaaah! G-get off! Heeeeeelp!" She screamed, the woman's hands now inches from Rosie's skin as her elbows bent and her knees locked around the woman's waist. She could feel the needle begin to prick her skin and winced, turning her head away from the woman's hot, stale breath. Just as all hope seemed lost, however, the Musharna let out a blood-curdling screech, catching both of them off guard and making the woman hold a hand up to her ear.

"Gyaaaaahhhh!" The woman screamed out as she fell on top of Rosie, the syringe rolling to her side on the ground as her face fell between her bare breasts, causing Rosie to blush intensely. "Sh-shuuut uuuuuuppp!" The woman gasped out desperately and shook her head vigorously. She had done it. The Pokemon was responding to her. Now it was just a matter of reaching the needle....

Rosie stuck her hand out toward the needle from underneath the woman's body, but her weight pinned her down, and it remained just out of her reach. "Ugh! Get off of me!" She punched the woman in the neck as the screeching continued, piercing her eardrums. She fought through the pain to reach for it as it rolled further away, draining the last of her hope. "Nooo....please..." She whimpered, surrendering to her fate as the woman covered her ears and began to fight back.

She stopped the syringe with her foot and kicked it toward her, struggling from the pain in her ears. She had regained the upper hand, and held the syringe above Rosie's head again, plunging her hand down toward her. Just as she did, however, the two heard a sudden snarling and barking from the entrance of the tent, and the woman's hand was held in a vice grip between its jaws. The Houndour had apparently been in a panic from the screeching sound, sending it into a rage.

"Gaaaaaahhh!" The woman screamed as the dog tackled her, holding onto her wrist and giving Rosie a chance to slip out. She crawled over to where the second syringe had rolled on the floor to the corner of the tent and picked it up, holding one hand against her ear and wincing from pain. She struggled over toward the woman and without hesitation, inserted it into the side of her neck as the dog kept her pinned down, depressing it with her thumb.

"Take that you stupid bitch! Ha!" Rosie tossed the syringe to the floor and nodded triumphantly, standing bare naked in all her glory over the woman's suddenly limp body. Her celebration was cut short, however, as the sound suddenly stopped and the Houndour had fixed its interest onto her.

"Oh no...um...g-good doggie! B-be nice!" She held her hand out, backing away toward the counter until she felt her bare butt hit the edge and shivered, both from the cool breeze from outside on her naked body, but also from sheer terror as the dog stared her down. To her surprise, however, the Pokemon didn't seem to be snarling at her like he usually did. His teeth weren't bared, and his head was turned to the side. He stood up and approached her, and though she winced and held her hands out in shock, she felt the soft fur on its head gently touch her hand and whine. It almost seemed to like her.

Rosie pet the Pokemon's head cautiously, and he responded with a mild whimper before it licked her hand gently. She smiled and knelt down, taking its head in both of her hands and petting the Houndour under its head and behind its ears, which caused him to close his eyes and flick his tongue out at her.

"Aww, you're just a little baby, aren't you? You never wanted to hurt anyone..." She looked back at the woman, who seemed to be snoring now and mumbling words in her sleep, and stood upright again, patting the dog on the head one last time and leaving him. "Alright, bud. You're a good boy, but I need some clothes, okay? Just, uh...stay-" Before she could finish her thought, however, the dog ran off outside the tent and ran around the perimeter of the camp, as if scouting the area, before barking three times in quick succession.

"Weird...anyway..." Rosie approached the woman and bent over her, exposing her bare pussy to the doorway as she poked at her to make sure she wouldn't get up. "Heh. Having a nice nap?" She peered over the woman cautiously, poking her with her foot to make sure she was asleep as the Musharna continued to call out, still agitated in its care. "What? I know, I'll let you out, okay, just let me get decent first..."

Finally, a chance to dress yourself. I could just take her clothes, it would be pretty easy, but what if she wakes up? There might be some spare uniforms in one of the lockers, but I'd need a key for that. Plus, I still need to find that Cottonee. What to do...

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[] Attempt to strip the woman and put on her uniform. Who knows how deep her sleep is, though, she might wake up...

[] Find a key for the lockers. There's gotta be some spare uniforms in there.

[] Play it safe, grab the tarp that was over the Musharna cage and cover up with it. It'll do for now...right?

 

[TwilightThorn]

Okay, Rosie, let's not risk her waking up. Just play it safe for now.

Rosie grabbed the tarp that was now sagging halfway off of the cage. The Pokemon inside wailed at her once again and her face contorted as she cringed in reaction to it. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay." She put her hand out to touch the Musharna's body as she covered her own with the tarp, clutching it close to her with one hand. The feeling of fabric against her skin was refreshing, as she'd been without it for so long. It draped down all the way to her feet, and her bare back and butt were still fully exposed as she let go of the Pokemon, glancing around for a key to release the creature as she adjusted the tarp with her hands, wrapping it around herself like a cape to cover her body from view, her head poking out from the top like an immense raincoat.

"Shit...there's no way for me to get you out..." She glanced around some more, her eyes slowly moving toward the woman's body again. The tarp gave her a new kind of modesty that seemed to boost her confidence, and for a moment, she considered poking around on her body again to see if she had any keys on her for the cage. She quickly shook her head and decided against it however.

Stepping around the tent, her bare feet swishing against the rug that covered most of the floor below her. Rosie thought about home once again, images of her partner, Jamie, laying on the couch playing video games while she lays her head in his lap, yawning and making comments about his gameplay. She smiled for a moment before shaking her head, snapping back to reality. Or at least....this reality. She realized she still had so many questions as she began rummaging around on the counters and shelves that held various scientific instruments like test tubes, syringes and vials of the purple fluid extracted from the Musharna, along with a few questionable instruments like a hand saw and a rusty pair of scissors. Rosie grimaced as she looked at these, trying to avoid thinking about what they might have been used for.

"Creepy...God, I wanna go home." She shook her head, glancing again at the woman and then back at the Musharna. She sighed, realizing her hands were tied, and figured she'd just head out on her way. She began to step toward the exit once again before she lost her footing suddenly and stumbled forward, flaying open the tarp from her body and exposing her bare breasts as it fell down. She caught it with one hand, and caught her balance on the counter nearby. She scoffed and fixed the tarp around her once again, looking down at the floor where her foot had stumbled.

Rosie saw a small wrinkle in the carpet, where the corner peeled up slightly to reveal what looked like a small black metal panel on the floor. At first glance, it appeared as if it might be a solar panel or sewer grate, but it was square and seemed thick and heavy. Furling her eyebrows a little, Rosie bent over and peeled up the corner of the carpet, tossing it back behind her.

"Holy shit..." Rosie peered down at the panel, astonished. It was a square metal grate with a handle on the end of it, the kind of thing she'd seen in those apocalypse shelter shows on TV. Every fiber of her logical mind was screaming at her not to open it up, since she had no idea what she might find within it. However, her logical mind was not the only one she had, and deep down inside herself, she could not resist her own curiosity. "Fuck it...I mean, if I die...it might just send me home anyway. Right?" She shrugged, resting her hand on the handle of the trapdoor and slowly unlatching it, hesitating a moment before wincing and putting all of the strength she had in her to pulling it up. Her tarp sagged again as she did, falling to the floor completely and leaving her entirely bare as she finally managed to lift it up. She picked up the tarp again, wrapping it around herself once more as she peered down into the hole before her.

To her surprise, she saw a perfectly lit tunnel leading straight downward, and a ladder on the opposite wall. It was as if there was an entire bunker down below her. There could be anything down there. She had to know.

Rosie clutched the tarp in front of her body firmly with one hand as she stepped onto the ladder, wincing slightly from the cold sensation of the metal on her bare feet. "Why am I doing this? I've seen so many movies, I should know better. Come on now..." This didn't stop her, however, as she stepped further down into the unknown depths of the bunker below.

When Rosie finally reached the bottom, she fumbled for a moment at the incline, but once she found her footing, what she saw before her was astonishing. There was a short hallway with plain white walls on both sides that opened up into a large chamber, full of other cages with other, very similar tarps over them. Rosie stepped forward into the chamber, her mouth agape and her eyes beaming, and she noticed a faded emblem on one of the walls. It was the same lightning bolt and shield emblem that was on the woman's coat from before. Team Plasma. Did they have a bigger foothold here than she realized? Rosie looked on, stunned and slightly intimidated by the emblem until a sound snapped her out of her stupor. To her left, she heard the familiar cry of a Pokemon. She couldn't be sure which one it was, and in fact, she seemed to be hearing numerous noises from inside the cages. in what quickly became an unending hum of animal sounds. At the same time, she noticed a small computer monitor in the corner, complete with a keyboard and mouse. There was a flashing light from the side of it, indicating that there was a flash drive plugged in to the side of it.

Rosie shivered a little. It seemed like she had just stumbled upon something she was never meant to see. Still, her curiosity kicked in once again, and she found her eyes wandering between the tarp-covered cages and the computer monitor, as if trying to convince herself to pick one over the other.

Rosie, you're in way over your head here, you're practically naked, and...you're horribly curious. I mean, just a little look won't hurt, right?

[] Check the computer, something has to be on it that might provide some clues.

[] Pull off one of the tarps on the cages and see what's being held in them. She might have just hit the motherlode.

 

[TwilightThorn]

Just a peek. They're in cages, after all. Not like they can hurt me.

Rosie stepped forward on her bare feet and gripped the tarp on the nearest cage to her. She breathed in heavily, a little weary about what she might find underneath. Closing her eyes, she quickly pulled the tarp off, letting it fall to the floor beside her. Deciding it was quiet enough to be safe, she slowly opened her eyes and stared down between the bars.

What lay before her was difficult to make out at first. It looked almost like a fluffy pillow sitting on a bed of salad. She couldn't make out any actual eyes on it initially as it lay still in the middle of the cage. At first, she scratched her head thinking someone had left their salad out and let it grow moldy as the puffy white material on top served to disgust her a little. Upon closer inspection, however, she could make out its orange beady eyes, squinting tight as the artificial light in the bunker beat down on it.

"N-neee....?" It blinked up at her, looking exhausted and malnourished, its fluffy outer coating looking faded, murky and disheveled, like it hadn't been properly fed in days. It was a Cottonee. Specifically, the one the merchant from before had lost. What was it doing here?

"Awww, you poor little thing..." Rosalina reached her hand inside and pet the Pokemon gently, and it seemed to purr at her touch, seeming to understand almost immediately that she meant it no harm. "Who would do this to you?!" Her face contorted in a mix of anger and concern as she held her hand out in front of it. It nuzzled her warmly and her heart melted a little. Despite its disheveled look, she still thought it looked adorable as it curled the leaves on its sides behind its body and rubbed its head against her palm. She felt a compulsion to get the poor thing out of there.

Clutching the tarp against her body, Rosie stepped away, realizing something dreadful: the cage was locked. If this one was locked, then the others were bound to be as well, and boy were there lots of others. In fact, as she looked around the room, she saw what appeared to be dozens of other cages with tarps covering them much like this one. She had a feeling all the other Pokemon were in a similar state to this one, and she had a sinking feeling in her heart. As someone who had grown to love animals in all forms, the idea of someone mistreating or neglecting them made her blood boil, all the more reason not to worry too much about what she'd done to the woman on the floor above her.

"Oh...my God..." Her eyes widened in horror as she looked around her at all the cages, and suddenly noticed a small red light on the doors of all of them. That's when it hit her. They were electronically locked. The computer in the center of the room must be the console that controls the locks on the cages. All she had to do was figure out how to access it and she could free them! Including the Cottonee, which, hopefully, would return to its trainer and if her hunch was correct, send her back home to end this humiliating lucid dream.

"Alright, let's get you all out of here." Rosie gave a short nod to the Cottonee as she headed over to the computer, positioning herself in front of the keyboard. She didn't even have time to consider what exactly might be inside the other cages that she was about to open as a password screen appeared on the monitor. "Shit..." She thought for a moment, and decided to make a few guesses. She shrugged her shoulders and began typing with one hand as she held the tarp up against her body with the other.

"Let's see...might as well try this." She typed the word 'Plasma' into the monitor and hesitated for a moment before pressing the 'Enter' key. That was when her heart sunk again as the screen lit up with a screen reading "Incorrect password: 3 more attempts before lockdown."

"Well....shit." She rubbed her head a little and tried not to panic as the tarp sagged a bit, exposing her breasts on her front side. She didn't seem to notice as she looked around for any clues about the password. She remembered what the woman had been blabbering about before and decided to try something else.

'Ghetsis.' Enter. Incorrect.

"Fuck! This is hopeless..." She shook her head, about to call it quits when she looked back over at the Cottonee, its sunken, tired eyes looking back at her like its life was depending on her. She couldn't quit on it now. "Come on, Rosie, think!" Rosie laid her head down on her wrist as she rested on her elbow, all but dropping the tarp entirely, and leaving her naked body completely exposed again as she bent over the keyboard, but she wasn't too worried about that right now. After all, what was the big deal if a few Pokemon saw her naked? She turned to the side a little as she began to type into the keyboard again, hitting random keystrokes in the hopes that something would come to her.

Nothing. She had no idea what to type in and slammed her fist down in frustration, leaving a few random keystrokes on the desk, which elicited a loud bang on the keyboard, and a subsequent growl from one of the cages, seemingly agitated by the sound. Startled, Rosie turned around frantically, leaning her hands on the keyboard unwittingly. "S-shit! What the hell..." She held a hand against her chest as her heart beat quickly, and as she raised her hand against the keyboard, her palm pressed against the "Enter" key, accidentally submitting the nonsensical keystrokes she had entered before.

"Oh fuck. Oh no no no!" Rosie turned around quickly, bending her naked body over the keyboard again as she tried to cancel the action, but it was too late.

All of the lights in the bunker flashed red suddenly as an alarm began to blast, and a notice appeared suddenly on the screen in bright red letters reading 'Too many incorrect attempts. Lockdown procedure initiated.'

"God dammit!" Rosie slammed her fist down on the table again in a fit of rage, which quickly turned into horror as the meaning of the word 'lockdown' dawned on her. She turned back toward the ladder that led to the surface, and saw the red lights flashing up toward the top. The room was a veritable mess of noise and overstimulation which started to get to her, and she quickly ran toward the ladder in a panic, leaving the tarp on the ground and not thinking twice at that moment about the poor Cottonee.

Rosie made it up the ladder in seconds, given her complete nudity, and as she held on to the rungs of the ladder, alarms blaring in her ears, she slammed her palm against the grate, which had now seemingly shut itself tight. Her heart was now racing as she thought about the ramifications of being locked down in an underground criminal base, and she began to panic, crying out for help.

"Oh god, someone! Open it up! Get me out of here!" She slammed her first against the door quickly, running out of breath and exhausting herself as she felt her arms and legs begin to ache from the strain of her own body weight on the ladder. "Please...." She cried a little, realization setting in that she might very well die down here, naked, cold and hungry.

That was until the grate suddenly opened above her head with a loud scraping sound. Completely caught up in her own panic, Rosie gasped and crawled up from underneath the grate as quickly as her exhausted limbs would let her, and collapsed on the floor in front of her as she panted, trying to catch her breath.

"Uhhh...a-are you okay?" A firm, demanding voice called out above her head as she opened her eyes, and she just subtly nodded, holding her thumb up above her as she laid on her bare back on the floor of the tent.

"S-swell, thanks...." She laid her arm back down when her mind returned to her again and her face flushed with embarrassment. She immediately covered herself with her arms on the ground and got to her feet, backing up against the wall.

"Uh...mind telling me what's going on here?" The man stared down at her in a somewhat condescending way. He was wearing blue overalls, a utility belt and appeared to have a sidearm on his hip as he spoke with her.

"U-um...well I-I..." Rosie stood on her tiptoes as she clung her arms to her body, desperately trying to hide her privates from the man's view. "U-um...c-clothes...m-maybe?" She shrugged a little, hoping he would take pity on her so she could explain herself.

He either didn't hear or seemed to ignore her request as he shook his head at her. "Jesus...I knew they were taking Pokemon, but...this is too far." He clenched his fist as Rosie looked at him, puzzled. "Are you alright, ma'am?"

Rosie faked an awkward smile, and nodded. "Aha, yeah, um..just...you know...a little naked...y-you think maybe I could-" She gestured to the man's coat, in the hopes that he would take her hint.

He cut her off before she could finish by flashing his badge at her. "I'm Officer Peters from the Mistralton P.D." He put his badge away suddenly and gave her a proud smile, putting his hands on his hips. "We've been investigating these recent Pokemon disappearances I'm sure you've heard about in the news. We were just about to pack it up for the day when we heard the alarms coming from here and immediately headed over. It looks like our hunch was right."

Rosie was stunned, humiliated and more and more frustrated as the man spoke to her. She covered herself up tightly with her arms as she walked closer to him, glaring up at the man. "Listen...officer. It's your JOB to protect and serve, right? So do you mind...maybe...GIVING THE NAKED CHICK SOME FUCKING CLOTHES?!" She raised her voice intensely, losing her temper more than she really meant to, but she didn't care, she was tired of being so humiliated.

The officer backed away, clearly a little startled, and Rosie half expected him to pull out his handgun, but he refrained, seeming almost intimidated by her. "I...uhh...I don't..."

Before he could continue, a second, feminine voice spoke up behind him, as if to break the tension, and Rosie froze up in shock at the sight of her. "We can offer you a reward for your services." The girl stepped forward, her bright red hair falling to each side of her body like ribbons and her bright blue eyes seemingly taking in every inch of Rosie's body. "Hi. I'm Skyla, the Mistralton gym leader." She held her hand out toward Rosie, offering to sake hers.

"U-u-umm...I-I..." Rosie was dumbfounded as she begrudgingly removed her hand from her pussy to shake hers, immediately regretting it as she saw Skyla's eyes trail down toward her fiery crotch. Here she was in front of one of her idols, her favorite gym leader, and probably the whole reason she got here. Someone she wanted to fawn over and had as her cell phone wallpaper on numerous occasions. Normally, she'd be ecstatic and overwhelmed with joy, but of course, normally, she was clothed. There was something entirely humbling about being nude in front of one's idol, but in exactly the wrong ways.

Skyla gave her a gentle giggle as she let her hand go, which immediately seemed magnetized to Rosie's pussy as it instantly moved back down to cover it. "It's alright, hun, it's nothin' I haven't seen before." Skyla bent down a little and smiled at Rosie cutely, as if she might look at a small kitten. "Truth is, one of my dear Flying types is down there, and I've missed him really badly, and you've just found him for me. I think that warrants a reward, does it not, officer?" The cop nodded, seemingly happy to let Skyla take the lead here.

Rosie felt smaller than ever as she stood, naked, in front of her personal hero, desperately clinging to her modesty. "U-um...m-miss, I...I'm a huge fan...um..b-but...could I maybe have s-something to wear?" She blushed, her legs locked and tight as she turned her head away, trying to imagine she was anywhere but here.

Skyla giggled again. "I'm sure you can afford some after what we're gonna hook you up with. Somehow we never thought to check under the rug. Officer, you go ahead down there and make sure the Pokemon are all accounted for. You, miss, provided they really are down there, are in for some big bucks. This'll be the bust of the decade!" Skyla put a hand on Rosie's shoulder, patting her gently and eliciting a slight whimper from her touch.

After a moment, the officer came back up, nodding at Skyla as he began to cuff the woman in the corner, who was now beginning to wake up. "They seem to be down there. We can override the computer to get the locks open, and all the Pokemon should be returned safe and sound."

"Excellent!" Skyla smiled down at Rosie. "If you hadn't heard, the city of Mistralton posted a reward of over 50,000 Pokeyen for the location of this exact bunker." Skyla's voice gave Rosie a bit of guilt, as she felt herself swooning a little. Despite her humiliation, being naked in front of her was also strangely intimate. Not that she wished to stay that way, of course.

"R-right, um...th-that's great, but before we do...h-how about clothes?" The naked girl was beyond desperate at this point, and truly, it was a miracle she was even still standing straight.

"You'll be able to buy plenty with that much, hun." The officer spoke up again, smiling at her. She wasn't getting through to them. Strangely, too, she seemed to feel a tingling sensation across her whole body, which felt strangely familiar. It was the same way she felt when she had first arrived. This gave her an idea. She'd be able to finally test her theory. If she could resolve this the rest of the way, she might be able to get home. Covering herself up tightly still, she stood up straight again and tried to keep a straight face as she spoke to Skyla.

"Y-you know what? There's a tailor in Castelia City-"

"Exactly! You can buy your clothes from him!" The officer seemed to be growing impatient.

"No, no no! I want you to give my reward to him, along with my thanks." She frowned a little. "And make sure his little Cottonee gets home safe." She smiled warmly, closing her eyes, and suddenly things grew quiet as the tingling overtook her again. She felt cold tiles on her bare feet, and suddenly the whole room felt much bigger.

Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar sight of the shopping mall in front of her, with all of the gates closed tight and the cutout of Skyla right in front of her like before. "Whoa...I..." Looking down, she realized that, despite clearly being back home, her clothing had not returned to her, and she quickly covered herself up again, glancing around desperately. Luckily, she found them lying in a pile on the floor next to the planter, right by her cell phone, which she picked up quickly and dialed.

"Jamie?! Oh thank God. I'm...yes...I'm okay. Listen, babe, I...I'll be home soon. You're not gonna believe this...."

End of Chapter 1 - But the story is not over! There are still plenty of worlds to explore! Where should she go next?

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