ENF=Embarrassed Nude Female(s)
An ongoing thread for ENF themed images, stories, or videos.
Previous threads archived: https://archive.loveisover.me/e/search/subject/enf/
Archived Stories: http://pastebin.com/LARgaXEF
Notable ENF manga: http://pastebin.com/EVxahg1f
Notable ENF anime: http://pastebin.com/B4ex1tUD
ENF Games: http://pastebin.com/edRBSW4p
If anyone has any other suggestions for ENF Anime, Manga, and Games then post them and describe them in the thread. They'll be added to the pastebins.
Don't be shy about posting content in this thread; there are plenty of girls being shy for us!
Pokemon ENF by Melody:
Adventures of Karma Girl! by Green:
Dungeons and Disrobings by GazeboDubbed:
The Prophecy by Anonymous:
I honestly made all of these titles up, so if they are wrong please say so.
sorry i haven't posted in awhile, just taking a break to maintain sanity. new wall of text should be up soon.
I love walls of shit! I hope it comes soon :)
>I love walls of shit!
you should talk to /d/ about that ;)
That's not my fetish, but thanks anyways.
Sorry. College and stuff.
As for the Image... I swear it's as non-explicit as "girl burrowing her face in another girl's butt" as it can be found.
They explicitly said that it’s perfectly fine to screw up as long as you apologize, right? That’s all I have to do! I messed up, I know; but it’s not like it was on purpose or anything.
I get a little worried that in whole three seconds the girl hasn’t moved an inch. Did she get knocked out or something? That would be bad…
I rush to help her, basic human decency. Hold on, blue-haired girl, I’m coming to…!
While moping, I was mostly standing around one place, not moving too much; I got used to the high heels to a degree that moving slowly around them isn’t as hard as it was initially; but that slight practice didn’t prepare me all that much for what came next.
Apparently walking around with high-heels isn’t the same as running with them; and if we add that to the fact that the floor was a bit slippery – not all that much, really; this girl has some of the fault for tripping –, it was enough to throw off my balance.
Panicking, I flail around; I let out my voice as well. I start falling forward, face first; it seems that this time around neither my knees nor my hands will be able to reach the floor first, so it’ll be a very painful experience. I close my eyes and grit my teeth.
To my surprise, the fall on my face wasn’t all that bad. I land in something… soft? The impact was not a big deal, it still hurt. I open my eyes.
I can’t see, there’s something right in front of my face that blocks all my field of sight. I’m still a little out of sorts and my head feels like it has been rattled, so I can’t think all that well. I hear gasps around me.
“Melody? What are you doing?” I hear Aria’s voice.
I try to turn my head to the direction of the voice, but I’m unable to. It feels like I’m stuck in something. I shake my head insistently, trying to break free.
“A-aaah!” I hear a moan from a voice coming from the front of me, not far.
It’s getting hard to breathe. A peculiar odor has been flooding my nose for a while now. It’s a strong scent, sweaty skin and… detergent? My patience runs out and try to move around again, and ask for help as loud as I can.
“Mmhhmm! Hmmm!” Is the muffled sound that I emit, I can do no more.
“Aaaah! Stop that!” Says the voice of the front in an aroused tone.
“Melody! Get out of that girl’s ass this instant!” I hear Aria say, quite mad.
And it’s then that I realize what’s going on. I fell… into the girl’s butt! I was trying to help her and my face hit her behind with all the strength of my weight. I have to move! This position has to be awfully embarrassing.
I move my hands and try to find a surface that will support me. The only thing around seems to be a firm, round fleshy surface. I know what it is, but I have no other choice but to grip it.
I push myself away as hard as I can, and my face finally emerges. I take a deep breath as if I had just been underwater.
The situation around seems really uncomfortable. A bunch of lecherous creeps are looking at me with lustful eyes, I can see one of them drooling and a few with bloody noses. All of the girls in maid uniform are also contemplating at me. Their expressions vary from anger to confusion, but all of them are blushing.
“Please let go…” The blue-haired girl pleads, my hands are still on her buttocks.
“Ahh! Of course!” I answer.
I immediately let go and stand up; and then help the blue-haired girl up. She seems very flustered by the situation. I am as well. I will never admit it out loud, but when I opened my mouth to try and speak, my tongue kind of caressed her… um, lady bits, for two seconds or so.
“Melody, how did you end up like that?” Asks an upset Aria.
“It’s not like I did that because I wanted to, okay? I slipped…”
“I slipped as well!” Joins in the blue-haired girl, who I can see is named Sophia thanks to the nametag on her chest. “The floor is really wet, what gives?”
a) Everyone has seen me moping, just apologize humbly.
b) Admit I was moping, but tell her she should’ve been more careful. I tripped to, but I was running on high-heels!
c) Just feign ignorance and see what happens.
d) Write in.
Since I have to apologize to this girl for falling on her anyway, I might as well admit the guilt of having overdone it a little on the floor. I mean, I don’t have that much experience cleaning outside of doing my chores back at Palet, and the people here don’t really ask for past references, so this is bound to happen, right?
“It’s kind of my fault that the floor is wet…” I admit. “Sorry, it’s my first day here. I thought I would help around by keeping the place clean, but I just messed up. It wasn’t my intention to make you slip… or to fall on you.”
The girl seems to think about her answer for a while. It’s the truth that I’ve humiliated her just now twice in a row; first she slipped and then I kind of wiggled my nose and mouth in between her butt cheeks making her do weird noises that the patrons seemingly enjoyed, embarrassing her further. It’s not like I enjoyed that, mind you.
“Yeah, no problem” she answers. “I also messed up a lot on my first day, I guess.”
“Oh, really? So it’s normal. What a relief. How long ago was that, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Two days ago.”
I was going to say something about that, but we’re then interrupted by someone approaching us.
“Stop chatting, you’re working. And what did just happen here?”
This is the girl Gloria told me about. She has a big red ribbon on her head, and just until now she was standing near the cash register. She must’ve walked all the way here if she heard us fall. Aria gets intimidated by a glare and gets back to work.
“I’m sorry, Lisa. We were just…” Tried to say the blue-haired girl.
“I don’t want excuses, I want an explanation. Right now. It better be good.”
Lisa has a somewhat athletic build, which makes her maid uniform not look all that great. Her face reminds me quite a bit of Gloria’s, so my guess is that they’re related somehow. They don’t look like mother and daughter, though. Lisa has brown hair, for starters; she uses it on a small ponytail. She looks mean right now. Her tone is polite, but condescending.
“She slipped on the floor. It was my fault, I was moping” I intervene, as the other girl hesitated a little bit upon being interrupted.
“That doesn’t explain why you left work to have a friendly chat in the middle of the café.”
“I was just apologizing.”
“To Sophia? She’s just an employee. You caused an inconvenience to OUR CLIENTS. Apologize to them, as you should’ve done from the very beginning.”
Apologies are sort of a ritual here. I’ve seen it happen twice already. The girls bow down as much as they can towards every table that is close; which mean they have to do it three or four times. Meanwhile, the person who is watching the back to the girls gets to see their butts.
Sophia hurries to obey and starts doing the stupid ritual. I have to do it as well. You would think that she has it worst since the skirt is so short and thus her underwear is in full display every time she bends over… but I would rather be in her shoes –and skirt – any day, I soon find out. The tightness of this suit worsens when I flex my body too much; and bending over basically gives me a wedgie; that without accounting the extreme camel toe I end up showing. I bet it looks like I have a small butt in the front.
“Sorry, sorry.” We chant like idiots with the eyes of the men fixed on whichever part of our bodies draws the most interest from them. I believe that I’m taking most of the looks, but it might just be my imagination.
“Well done, now back to whatever you were doing before. And be more careful this time.”
“Yes, Lisa” says Sophia submissively.
This job is lasting forever…
a) Try to slack off. Just grab a rag and start ‘cleaning’ stuff that’s the farthest from Lisa.
b) Work good and hard. Try to find anything dirty or out of place and take care of it.
c) Go meet the other girl in the Buneary suit and ask her for advice.
d) Write in.
I'm honestly surprised the seams of that super tight suit are still holding on.
Maybe some honest hard work will get them to give.
On the last thread there was a person who posted the beginning of an Interactive Fiction enf game. It got me thinking about giving it a shot myself but I was wondering if that person was still checking out the enf threads and how the production is coming along.
P.S. I especially liked the touch where some doors & windows would sometimes rip something that the character was currently wearing, nice touch.
D) That suit's gotta be chafing and it's practically nothing wet anyway. See if we can transfer to the kitchen, we're better off out of sight as long as we can handle those kitchen bitches.
I thought I'd share the sketch of the last image of the 3 pages I was drawing of that scenario I started last thread.
After I ink and color this one I probably won't do more. I tend to delete my stuff more often than share it anyway lol.
I’m not giving that stuck up whore an excuse to bring me down again. I’ll just do my job the best I can and hopefully time will go by faster that way.
The first thing I do was dry up the floor a bit; then I brought some more water to continue taking care of the floor and this time around I was very mindful of the quantity of liquid I was using; warning everyone who passed by to avoid any more incidents.
Great, the floor is done. Now some tables. That one has some spilled coffee on it. Done. Windows; they could use a wipe; let’s take care of that as well. Under my watch, this place must look sparkling.
Not everything was easy, though. Each time I needed to put away the mop, or to get Losedex for the windows, it meant going to the kitchen. The ‘kitchen bitches’ – that’s what I’m calling them in my mind now – went out of their way to make the experience the less pleasant for me as possible. They would try to get in my way, or insist that I was on theirs, try knocking over the stuff I was putting on – note I say TRIED – and believe it or not the worst was actually when I walked out they started whispering stuff among themselves. Having absolute certainty that they’re talking shit about me at my back just gets to me in a way their stupid ‘bullying’ doesn’t.
There was other difficulty that presented itself soon enough. The material of my suit might be really tight; but it’s also flexible; it just doesn’t quite break regardless of my movements. That kind of changed as I was cleaning the windows; since the café has great illumination from natural light, and the sun shines bright if you’re too close to them.
I was wet because earlier I managed to pour a bucket of water over myself. I dried it as much as I could, but the humidity was impossible to get rid of, at least completely. The sun dried the remainder of the water, sure; but the cloth didn’t take it very kindly. It kind of… shrunk.
The thing was really freaking tight to begin with… and now, now it just plain hurts to wear it; and it feels that if have to do that stupid apology ritual once more it will simply burst into a thousand pieces. I honestly don’t think that I can hold on for much longer, and it’s just midday.
I have to walk everywhere like I’m a robot, with small, precise movements that will not disrupt the stupid suit. I’ve given up already on cleaning tables, since just leaning might be enough to cause something awful. Maybe I should just speak to Gloria… but I don’t want her to discount the uniform from my wage if it comes to that, which should be around 3300 pokeyen in just half an hour if I am correct.
Walking back to the kitchen bitches to get some more Losedex, I find something quite peculiar. It’s Aria, she seems to be in the middle of an argument. She’s talking to Lisa, who still has that face you could just slap. I try to stay inconspicuous, but still stay close enough to listen to what’s going on.
“Tell me, girl; do you have some kind of mental retardation?” Asks Lisa in an angry tone.
“N-no…” Answers Aria, choking back tears.
“It’s just that I assumed you need some sort of special education if you go around forgetting over half the orders.”
“Sorry can only cut it for so long. The kitchen has already told me that not once, but twice you’ve walked right into them and forgot what our clients asked you. Aren’t you embarrassed? That’s something a five year old would do!”
“T-they just asked a lot of…”
“They asked for too many things for your pretty little head to remember it all? You’ve been mixing orders up, as well. What am I supposed to do with you?”
Aria just stays silent at that, it seems to me that she’s not speaking since opening her mouth will probably make her start crying. Lisa is taking this too far. I should do something about it.
a) It’s our job… it sucks but that’s how it is. Aria cries all the time anyways.
b) Go and give Lisa a piece of my mind.
c) Go to Gloria’s office to complain about this sort of treatment, it’s just not right.
d) Write in.
D) Walk in and offer to trade jobs with Aria.
Melody, being the smarter one, may be able to handle memorizing the orders better.
Just make sure to warn Aria about the condition of your outfit. Maybe.
Alternately, if no one seems to like this idea, C. We were thinking of going that way anyway.
>oh no verbal abuse from our hooters-esque job that we plan to quit in literally minutes, totally didn't expect that
>better risk losing the entire reason we spent the day here by fucking with our manager so that Aria's feelings don't get as hurt
A, we won't be here much longer anyway.
After playing one too many H-RPGs set in a battle arena, the Pokemon Arena was more worry.jpg for me than curiosity, especially with the way it was described.
Obviously, it wouldn't go anything like the H-RPGs I played, but it was enough to sway my vote at the time. Not to say I wouldn't mind seeing it later if we get the chance.
That said, I'm intrigued by the night shift as well, as I've already mentioned.
>a) It’s our job… it sucks but that’s how it is. Aria cries all the time anyways.
Now is not the time. We can comfort Aria and invite her to join us in planning revenge against this dump later, after we've got the money we came for.
The way the game is mapped out, basically every event is repeatable and can be accessed to as long as you don't leave the city. Think of them as quests for MMOs. Nobody said Melody has to be faithful to one single job.
Your vote tied with Saki's idea. But I was starting that part already and it was about done at the time of your vote. Sorry.
I can’t let Aria take that abuse, but this is a job and we need the money. As bad as she might feel, we’re literally doing this to survive. I’ll take a half-measure.
“Um… excuse me?” I jump in. It ended up coming out a bit more mild that I hoped for.
“What is it? I’m busy right now” Lisa answers coldly.
“I couldn’t help but overhear what was going on, and I think I have a solution for the problem…”
“So do I. I’m firing this girl. Also, proposing solutions is not what you’re paid for. You’re wasting time, get back to work.”
She doesn’t even bother to look at me, and keeps staring down Aria with her arms crossed, who doesn’t react to the fact I jumped out to her rescue; and just keeps her teary eyes fixed on the floor with her hands fidgeting on her short skirt. I still continue ignoring Lisa’s clear indication that she wants me to go away.
“I could switch jobs with her. Most of the café is clean already anyways. I think I could do well as a waitress.”
“Nonsense. You’re doing just fine as a Buneary girl, save for that screw up at the beginning. And Gloria is too busy right now; we can’t go into her office to get you a new uniform.”
That would be a problem. There is no way in hell my suit is fitting Aria, and in exchange, if I tried her maid outfit it would simply slip off me. Not to mention that would mean to wear the underwear she was just using.
No, I can’t think like that! We only have to keep this up for an hour or two and then we’re good to go for the day. I can’t let her fire Aria right now. She’d feel bad and we’re only fifteen minutes away for her completing another hour worth of salary.
“We could switch uniforms…” I propose, rather insecure.
Both turn to look at me at the same time, like if I had just farted loudly without a warning or something.
“Um… Melody, that would be…” The size difference between the both of us is very noticeable.
“Silence” interrupts Lisa, she looks amused. “Trade uniforms, huh?” She smiles. “Are you sure?”
“Would it be okay?” I ask.
“Sure. And you would save this girl from being fired” I know she wants really badly for me to say yes to all of this; but she can’t straight order it. She knows it’s a stupid idea, but it’s only for a short while, we can do this!
“Then I guess it’s settled. We’ll do it” I decide for the both of us.
“Very well, go to the kitchen and get changed immediately. I want you working in your new positions as soon as possible” Lisa says with a huge grin and then turns her back on us and leaves.
“Melody! Are you out of your mind?” Whispers Aria as soon as she thinks Lisa can’t hear us. She seems to have completely recovered from being about to cry.
“It’s just for a short time. We’ll make 3 hours of work time in just fifteen minutes, we just have to stay out of trouble until then. It can’t be all that bad.”
“Ugh… damn it. I hope you’re right.”
This is a disaster. There is no way this could work.
Aria’s underwear fits me just fine, her stocking fit fairly well and the shoes just feel a bit big, but that’s not a big deal. There’s where the good news end.
No matter how much you look at it, the uniform is too big for me. I don’t want to call Aria fat but… her dimensions are too big when compared to mine. The hips just fall off if I don’t hold them by myself, so does the part of the chest. It’s more like having a maid-themed towel that any sort of dress. If my hands let go it will simply fall down that instant.
As for Aria, I don’t know who has it worst. She had to force her way into something that was already too small for me. The uniform is now torn all over, having opening in the hips, butt and bosom, and it looks like she can’t even move on it. The zipper at the back just doesn’t close.
And of course, we have the kitchen bitches, who even though they have no right to criticize anyone’s state of dress, are still openly laughing at us. They do have a point though, we actually have to go out there dressed like this… we can’t hide in the kitchen forever, these bitches will definitely rat us out if we do.
a) Let’s just get this over with; it’s just ten more minutes.
b) This just can’t be done. Switch back and announce we quit. Two hours of work is good enough.
c) Find an excuse to remain in the kitchen for ten more minutes.
d) Write in.
I'm pretty sure Aria can hide in the bathroom or something, assuming she cleans it.
Melody on the other hand has no such luxury.
At least, that's how I see A going down.
A - She crawls under the fence.
B - She climbs over the fence.
Neither choice increases or decreased the chances of her losing her shirt. Both are equal in that regard.
The two girls may or may not be following, don't worry, those choices to come later as well.
Link the vote you want to change. It can get really confusing. I would know.
My best bet at attempting decency ends up being grabbing all the rags I can and fabricating a make-shift belt that I tie up as tightly as possible around my waist. I shouldn’t move around too much, though.
“Aria, head straight to the women’s restrooms and clean there. We just have to keep this up for a little longer”, I tell her as we exit the kitchen, hoping she won’t embarrass herself too much that way.
“What’s that about cleaning the restrooms?”
Just outside the kitchen, we meet a familiar face. Lisa.
“CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!” I hear from inside. Both Aria and I froze in place upon finding Lisa, so we didn’t close it immediately.
“What was that just now??” Asks Lisa with a furious tone. “Who was that?”
She walks toward the kitchen, door still open. One fat creep nearby takes the chance to try and peek inside. I move out of the way so he can get a better view. Who am I to deny a poor man’s wishes?
“S-sorry, I didn’t know you were…” I hear a pleading voice from the other side of the wall.
“Shut up. Yelling obscenities inside this establishment?? I should force you to work in the nightshift.”
“N-no, please, it just… slipped. I was really angry… and um, the door is still open…”
“I told you to shut up. Now turn around and bend over. Count to three.”
We hear a very loud smack.
“AAAAHH! O-one…!” chants in pain the pleading voice.
A second follows it.
“EEEEEK! AAh, ahhh… please, forgive me… two. AHHHHH!!! AHhh!! T-three…”
“I hoped you learned your lesson.”
“Y-yes…” The girl is crying now, and the guy who has a view to the inside of the kitchen is now bleeding from his nose. He looks as if he had just seen Heaven. He then walks away.
Lisa comes out and closes the door. She looks radiant. Happy as can be and panting a bit. I… think I should be careful around this woman.
“As I was saying” she continues, “your friend can’t go and clean the bathrooms. The point of your outfits is to show them off. Nobody can see you in the women’s restrooms and we can’t have anyone of our staff enter the men’s room. Also, I’ve spoken with Gloria; she just left on business, we’re really busy, you see. Good news, she says she sees no problem in you changing jobs.”
“Um… Lisa?” I try calling her by her name. “We kind of… want to call it quits for today after we complete the next hour. It will be at 12:30.”
“How convenient. In just five minutes or so. No, I can’t accept that right now; we’re too understaffed as it is.”
“But, Gloria said…!”
“Gloria is not here right now. She left her office closed and she’s the only one with the key. You want your stuff back, right? Then wait for her to be back. Keep working.”
“No buts. Don’t worry, I’ll throw in something extra for your trouble; and unlike Gloria I find it perfectly fine if you receive tips. I have to go, I’m busy as well. Oh, and by the way, you both look great. Keep up the good work.”
And she walks out. What have we gotten ourselves into?
“M-melody…” Pleads Aria.
She doesn’t know what to do. Part of her butt is showing, and she’s using one of her hands to avoid her breasts from popping out of the downright broken Buneary suit.
a) This is way too risqué, and more than I signed in for. Tell Lisa we’re quitting right now. Hide in the kitchen in the meantime. She can’t force us to work like this.
b) Well… there is a bonus and she said clients will now tip us. We just have to be careful, right?
c) Go meet the kitchen bitches. We now have a common enemy, I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but we should join forces.
d) Write in.
A couple explanations on this one. I was in a rush. I'm studying for a test I have today, and I've been working on homework for all my classes all week.
I only draw in my free time, and I don't have a hole bunch of that at the moment lol.
Secondly, the floating fingers on Melody's shoulder. I accidentally drew her a little too tall, and when I moved her down I forgot that I had Aria's hand on her should lol. I've been working on fumes for the past week and a half. So I ended up not drawing the people in the background that I wanted to as well.
If I do any more of these in the future, which is doubtful. It's probably going to be a single image and not a sequence of events like I attempted with these 3 images and failed lol.
If nothing else I hope at least one of you out there likes them more than I do.
PS. I'm not trying to hunt for compliments. I just don't like my own drawings. Even if I managed to draw something perfectly I'd hate it.
I miss him, too. He inspired my whole story TBH.
I like your art, even if you don't. I hope to see another good ENF scene drawn by you in the future.
That's... really freaking smart. Anyone good with that Kisekae thread? We could have customized art for any story going on at a moment's notice!
“We just have to do this, Aria” I try to tell her. I feel a little bad about saying it since I suspect I have it easier than her.
“Y-you can’t mean that! How am I supposed to go around in this?” She tries to bargain with me, as if pointing out the problem would help me magically device a solution. I feel for her, but this is the situation we’re in.
“What else are we supposed to do? If Gloria is not around we can’t get our stuff back, so we’re stuck in these outfits anyway. We’ve been prancing around with these kinds of clothes all morning; all people here are already acquainted with our bodies. Let’s just endure this.”
“I-I don’t know if I can do this, Melody…”
“She said we’ll get a bonus. Come on, let’s go!”
I try to lead Aria by example, and jump in into the fray myself. I pick up a tray and walk to a lonely guy who has nothing on his table and is too busy staring at Sophia’s butt as she’s passing through.
“May I take your order, sir?” I ask him in a professionally kind tone.
“Oh… sure” he says, a little disappointed at first, as I’ve now evidence that he has to order something to remain ogling the girls, but his expression changes suddenly as he turns around to face me.
He doesn’t comment anything on the strangeness of my outfit, or the fact that it looks that it could fall off me at any second –and it looks that way because it most certainly could –, he just takes it the eye-candy for granted and orders a black coffee.
“Would that be all, sir?” It feels odd calling sir a guy who’s at most three years older than me, but at least I don’t have to call him ‘Master’ or something silly.
“Yes. I mean unless… I’ve been hearing that the owner is not around. Is that right?”
“Yes, that is correct” Oh, he must mean Gloria. Was she the owner? And why would he care that she’s not here?
“W-would you like a tip?” He says, flashing a creepy smile that just seems too suspicious.
“Oh, no. It’s… quite alright, sir”.
Right, Lisa mentioned something about allowing tips herself. I don’t know exactly what one has to do to get them, but I better stay clear of that until I know what’s going on. I’m not jumping uninformed into anything else. I’ve learned my lesson… I hope it last for a few hours before I forget it again.
I bow down – which DOESN’T flash my underwear behind me! Having loose clothing has its perks – and walk to the kitchen to get this man his extremely overpriced coffee. As far as I’ve observed, the girls in maid outfits are not so much waitresses as staff that makes sure nobody gets a free pass. If you’re not ordering our outrageously expensive and horrible food, you can’t stare at our asses.
Lisa managed to knock down a keg the kitchen bitches. They seem all quiet and don’t even curse at me as I come into their turf and ask for a coffee. Before getting out, I make sure to sneak a look around to find something that I’ve been curious about. The one with the short, black hair is the one with the reddened butt. The might’ve been just three spanks she received, but she still looks like she received quite a pummeling.
This doesn’t look so hard. I bet I could keep up this the whole day!
It’s almost two o’clock and still no sign from Gloria. Works has gone smoothly; it turns out being a waitress is much easier than being a Buneary girl. Our clients might be of questionable repute, but talking to them is still not all that bad, and it’s a big plus I’m not using high-heels.
It’s not all been all sunshine and rainbows, though; over the course of only this last hour my uniform managed to slip twice, flashing my breasts both times to two different tables. I covered myself as quickly as humanly possible, but way too many people for my taste got a good look at my assets. My rag belt is not holding in place as well as it was before, either; so my movements have become even more careful.
Aria, on the other hand, is plain miserable. Her suit is torn all over, by now it looks like a very irregular bikini that um… slips a nipple she has to cover at all times. I’ve also heard her complain of how painful an asphyxiating wearing her uniform is becoming. Her butt is basically in full view of anyone who cares to see save for a small thread that runs through the crack of it, and if the part on the lower front tears a little bit more people are going to start seeing a bit of black hair. I don’t think she can’t take this for much longer.
a) Tell Aria to stop working, Gloria or not this can’t go on.
b) Finish both our shifts right now. My dress won’t hold forever and I’ve shamed myself enough for today. Lisa has to agree.
c) Keep working. Gloria can’t take much longer, now.
d) Write in.
In for a penny, in for a pound. Let’s just wait for Gloria, she should be back any minute, I bet.
“Yes!” I walk to a client that just waved at me and I go to him. That’s rather odd, we usually have to be the ones approaching them.
“I would like some more biscuits, please” he asks. He’s a very short man – Aria might be taller than him – in his thirties, dressed like a businessman.
“Of course. Anything else?”
“It depends, would you like a tip?”
I get asked that question a lot. One out of four tables I’ve served me asks me or insinuates the question in some way. This guy asked me directly, I’ve had that happening before as well. I have been reluctant to agree, but this since I’m absolutely positive that my shift will last no more than thirty minutes – Gloria can’t take half the day out of her own place, right? – I think this is the time to agree, if there ever was one.
“A tip would be alright…” I answer his question, a bit timidly and unsure. What does that entail, anyways?
“Good girl!” He says with a grin, and for some reason thinks it’s perfectly fine to spank me once. “Well… go on.”
“Um…” Go on doing what?
“Is there something the matter?”
“Truth to be told… it’s kind of my first day and…”
“Oh, you don’t want to do it after all. Then don’t go getting my hopes up, damn you. Fine, move on.”
“No! It’s not that, it’s just… I really don’t know what to do. I’ve heard about tips, but… what do they mean, exactly?”
“I see now. You should have said so in the first place. You see… girls sometimes flash. You know, show a bit of this, a bit of that. Nobody has to know and I slip in something extra for your trouble.”
“Oh. I… I understand.”
If there’s anything I’ve been doing the whole day is flashing. I take a look around and make sure no one is looking at my general direction. No such luck, I’m afraid; patron are like eagles with their eyes fixed on whatever girl is closest. Meh, whatever… no big deal.
I discretely lift up my skirt and show this man who is at least twice my age what I’m wearing underneath. Just for a second or two, then I put the skirt down immediately. That wasn’t so bad… I guess.
“That’s it?” He sounds more angry than disappointed.
“T-that wasn’t good?” Oh, I’m sorry; does the shape of my beautiful body is not enough for you, you lecherous douche?
“Right, you first time. Look, this might be news to you, but we can see your underwear. Well… not yours due to the size of your clothes, but everyone else’s. You’ll have to flash a bit more than that if you want a tip, if you know what I mean.”
You can’t possibly mean… no way! Getting tips means such a thing! I can’t go around showing the most intimate parts of my body for money!
a) Turn this away. I’m not doing this and that’s final.
b) Show him my breasts. I’m sure he must’ve seen them already anyways…
c) Let him have a look at my butt. If I’m careful nobody else will see.
d) Show him my… who am I kidding, that’s not happening. That is… unless he offers something really good in exchange.
e) Write in.
Was working thinking D won, but just stopped. I'll give people time to change their votes and decide either A or D or even the interesting E proposed. No spamming or trolling, please. This is /e/.
I prefer accidental ENF so if you're still taking votes: A
We're about to reach 150 pages in word, Calibri size 11.
Fun fact, too much customization ended up more or less screwing up the event mapping of the day shift. Note that this is not necessarily a bad thing. Because of it, I'm willing to make a fairly wild experiment of selection. Tell me if you like it and I'll make more of them (but not too often).
I was waiting for this vote to settle it.
e) Write in.
An idea comes to me… a way to make money, get some payback and keep my pride intact.
“Sir… how would you like to see completely naked girls?” I ask.
“Slow down, honey. You have to be discreet when flashing for tips, you get that? You can’t just take off all of your clothes. At least not in broad daylight.”
“No, I don’t mean me. I mean… some other girls. Sir, do you know what’s in the kitchen?”
“And who doesn’t? Are you saying you can get me in?” He seems interested. This could work out.
“Well… not in. But I could arrange you a table close to the door, and I might just leave the door open for a second longer than usual each single time I come and go.”
“Hmm. Getting to know what goes on in the kitchen, and this early, and without having to pay the VIP access. And you’re saying this is okay? Do the girls in the kitchen know?”
“Err… no. I-is that a problem?”
“I don’t see why it would be. It’s settled, then.”
The man stands up, and I take that as a sign to lead him to the table the closest to the kitchen. Right now, sadly, is occupied by someone else. It’s not surprising. The tables around that place are the most sought after, since everyone who stays around has the hope that they’ll get a glimpse of what lies beyond. I know the guy on this table, I brought him coffee twice already. Coffee is popular because it’s the cheapest thing in the menu and buys them around half an hour in the café
“Cristobal, how are you doing?” Greets the businessman. “Man, your mother has been looking everywhere for you. She just doesn’t know where you spend your evenings. If would be a shame if…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. What do you want? (Douche…)” The last thing he said under his breath.
“Your table. You can take the one I was using earlier; over there, I’ll even treat you to a cup of coffee.”
“Whatever” The young man stands up and leaves the place vacant.
“I’m counting on you not forgetting our deal” whispers the man as he walks past me and sits on his newly acquired table.
He again touches my butt. Why does he think that’s okay?? If he does that again, I swear I’m going to flip out and call him out… oh, wait… he left something in my rag belt. It’s… money!
“Sure thing, sir. Is there anything else?” I answer, in very good mood. These are a lot of bills!
“No, for now just bring me my biscuits.”
“At once, sir.”
As promised, I make my way slowly into the kitchen, but try to give this guy a view of what’s going on inside. He doesn’t even try to dissimulate and just bends his neck so much I think he just hurt himself. I leave the door open long enough to give him a glimpse, but not so long that the kitchen bitches noticing something wrong is going on. It should be enough, since I’ll be doing this a lot of times for him for the remainder of the shift.
“I’m going to need an order of biscuits” I tell the bitches. They acknowledge it silently.
“...eeeeeeeeeeek” I hear a distant yell. Isn’t that Aria?
I go out there immediately to go to where the sound came from. I slow down a bit by the door to give the guy another peek – I like to keep true to my deals – but otherwise basically run.
“Aria, what happened?” I ask somewhat alarmed when I find her.
She’s crouching in the corner. Another maid girl is near her. I don’t know her name.
“Her top finally snapped” she explains to me. “Who goes around wearing something so tight? This isn’t the night shift, you know?”
“Aria; are you alright?”
“I’m fine… it just… snapped really hard. It hurt a lot. Melody, what am I going to do now?”
Hard to say. She’s now basically topless and the kitchen is on the other side of the café. We’re drawing more and more attention, but at the very least no men are walking our way. They’re content just silently watching. By now they should be used to Aria’s skimpiness.
Our solution to the problem should be…
a) Go get Lisa.
b) Just keep working. I’m finally making money.
c) Keep waiting out of everyone’s sight.
About out outfits, I should…
1) Hand her my rag belt. The rags can be straightened out and help her cover.
2) Give her my dress. She has had it too hard for today, and unlike her, my bottoms actually cover something and not about to explode. I’ll keep my underpants and the rags.
3) Keep it as it is… I need everything I got on me.
The one of us who ends up undressed should…
A) Run back to the kitchen, covering herself as much as possible.
B) Run to the bathrooms, try to hide in them.
C) Just stay put and wait here.
Is "Go get Lisa" effectively the "Quit the shift" option from before?
I still think Lisa was full of shit about Gloria being gone, personally.
“Here, Aria; use this.”
I take off my belt and start untying the rags. There’s four of them here, so that has to be enough to cover everything important up. As I’m doing that, I almost manage yet again to flash the clientele, but luckily I’m fast enough to grab my dress on the last instant. I had almost forgotten that without the belt this thing is basically unwearable. My hands are going to be full.
“Thanks, Melody” Says Aria in a sincere tone. She knows what I’m giving up for her to have this.
“Don’t thank me just yet. We still have to get you to the kitchen, and there’s no easy way to get that done.”
“I’ll just walk” she resignedly says while fastening herself some kind of rag bra. “This actually covers me better than what I was wearing before.”
Really? She’s showing a lot of skin as it is, this would be almost unacceptable at a beach. How bad did he had it with the torn Buneary suit?
“Wait for me there, I’ll go fetch Lisa. She has to know of this. Hopefully she’ll come up with a solution that won’t involve getting any less decent.”
I take the money I got earlier from the tip and discretely place it inside the backside of my panties. I have no belt to hold it in place anymore, and my hands are otherwise occupied.
“Lisa, I have to talk to you” I tell her, decided. This time I won’t get intimidated by her.
“Yes, yes; I’ve heard. Your uniform suffered small a malfunction and you flashed your tits around a few times. Big deal. I’m still not letting you quit. I’ve told you, we’re understaffed. Besides, probably not many people saw (outside).”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. There would be if they were ugly or misshapen. That’s not the case, they’re round and firm, and you don’t have weird nipples or anything. The areola is also…”
“My friend’s suit snapped. She’s now topless. You can’t have a topless waitress around, now can you? She’s in the kitchen right now. And um… thanks, I guess.”
“No, we certainly can’t. Not in the day shift, anyway. It’s fine, she can take a paid break. Gloria should wake up… I mean… arrive at any minute.”
“S-she’s been sleeping here all this time??” Then why did we do all of this for?
“Don’t talk to me in that tone. And yes, she’s sleeping, and no; you can’t go wake her up. Do you have any idea how late we close and how early we’re expected to open again? She barely has any time to go home and shower, let alone sleep. She takes a nap on the afternoon and we’re not supposed to wake her up for anything that’s not important. That would include your situation.”
“My situation counts as non-important?? My friend is basically naked and I…!!”
“Last chance, Melody. You yell to me again like that and I’ll make you regret it. I’ll forget it this time because you’ve been doing a good job, but don’t expect me to let it pass a third time. I already told you that your friend can take a break and wait for Gloria. I could fire you and take both your uniforms as they’re our property and then kick you out… after I’ve properly punished you. You have been warned.”
Who does this bitch thinks she is!! I should just get Ralts out and…! Oh, right. My Pokéballs are at the office. Damn it.
“F-fine. Um, can I take a break, too? This uniform keeps falling off me and it won’t hold long for much longer.”
“No. Only one of you two can take a break. There’s no space in the kitchen for the both of you, and there’s too much work out here. Now get moving, if this places gets any more crowded I might have to start serving tables, too.”
I was a bit angry and that distracted me, so the possibilities of what she told me didn’t really kick in until I was halfway through the kitchen. Only ONE of us has to work… she didn’t tell me which one of us.
Oh…! Damn it; the businessman’s biscuits! They’re sooo late! Gotta hurry.
a) Tell Aria I’m going to take a break. Have her work the rest of the shift. The uniform fits her best, it’s the obvious choice.
b) Tell Aria she can take a break. Work myself instead. If I give her the uniform and stay naked in the kitchen, I can’t go out and defend her if she messes up again, and this Lisa is a piece of work.
c) None of us is working. Go right to Gloria’s office and knock that door like until it opens or I take it down. Rat out on what Lisa’s being doing, get paid and walk out. How’s that for a plan?
d) Write in.
>Damn it; the businessman’s biscuits! They’re sooo late! Gotta hurry.
Like he gives a shit about those biscuits. Just leave the door open for a little longer when you bring them to him.
Taking her down will require numbers and we have a common enemy. These girls are tormented by her on a regular basis, they may be open to the idea of getting revenge. I say we hold off on giving business man an extended peek into the kitchen and instead offer the whole restaurant something better.
If 5 votes are reached before midnight, I can get another part today.
>Taking her down will require numbers
Why would we want to take her down? If we really wanted to leave without being paid we could just run down to gloria's office and bang on her door until she wakes up.
The goal here is to not make any waves until we're actually allowed to leave so we can get the money we did this for in the first place.
We're already looking to get tip money for giving one customer an extended peek at other girls. Imagine what the entire restaurant would offer if we could manage to strip Lisa and throw her out to the wolves
I highly doubt this would do any permanent damage to the business. Let's stop dragging our ass with this boring work simulator and get the story moving in a more interesting direction already.
I've been half asleep for several days now only able to get about 2 hours of sleep a night. So, I decided to draw some more lol.
All I read was bunny suit and tight. I didn't see who was in it or the color. If you want me to I can redraw this with whoever is supposed to be in it and the correct color.
Both girls wore it. In Melody it was really tight, in Aria it just didn't fit and forcing it in just made it snap into eventually looking like a sling bikini. Looks good anyway.
As for the colors, the ones you used are now canon. Missing the bunny ears, though.
Nah, if it's boring it's on me. Kind of my job to make sure every single part of the story remains interesting no matter where they are. How long they stay in one place or another, that depends on the voters, of course.
I just have to ask, what part of the story you thought boring? I've been trying to add an element of ENF to every single part so far, in one way or another without getting to extremes so there's an actual climax to the Bunneary café arch.
As I said before, I like Pokémon because of the setting, but that's about it. Pokémon fights will be mostly scarce and the story is way more about the girl (that somehow became girls somewhere along the way).
The story will probably still go on for a long time, if nothing goes horribly wrong. Any pointer that will help me get more quality into it will be appreciated.
I think, in the end, I'm gonna just vote C.
I can agree with this to a point. There have been a few times where I've felt we've been stuck in a single spot for far too long (this particular part included, actually).
Of course, on the flip side, I feel we've walked away from more interesting developments when we should have stayed. The part where we ran away from the Bug Master, for instance. Granted, my idea of "interesting" in that case wasn't really ENF, but more character development related. I felt it was a good opportunity to see Melody and Aria grow as characters.
I know this is a story being written with the intent of getting people to jack off to naked girls, but that doesn't mean we can't appreciate things that make all stories good, right?
Then again, this is just a tired rant from a man who's past his usual bedtime, so meh.
>Nah, if it's boring it's on me.
I can't say I agree with that. Mostly for reasons I mentioned above.
If you don't like my style of drawing that's fine, but you don't have to be a dick in saying it.
Yeah, I realized that after I colored the picture. Like I said before though. I may be done drawing in these topics. I hear enough of >>1844840 that guy in my own head. To have someone be a dick about it. I don't need to put up with it.
>I just have to ask, what part of the story you thought boring?
Ever since we arrived the votes have all been toward the options that pretty much say,"Smile and take the abuse, do your work." The ENF is fine and I'm not particularly interested in Pokemon Battles either. All I'm looking for is an end to the monotony of working, to get things moving again, and to cause some glorious ENF on the way.
I'll join you. C it is.
And yeah, I was interested in where you were going with the Bug Master and I wish we saw that through, and yes, sometimes you get a bit stuck in one area. Don't beat yourself up too much. It happens. Important thing is the story overall; a few bad scenes can be excused.
Your art might not be as good as what's displayed on >>1844774, with all it's coloring techniques, shading and whatnot but it's still objectively good. That much can't be denied.
Take criticism into consideration, but don't take it too seriously. You can't make everyone happy, as a people pleaser I would know.
People like >>1844840
are probably too used to extremely high-quality work like >>1844628, >>1844370 or >>1844183 made by professionals over the course of several hours of complete devotion after a decade or more of daily practice; and probably doesn't realize the work and time it actually takes to reach the point you're already at, since the internet is littered with tens of thousands of pictures that ecchi artists made.
Sure, I can write a story in my free time as a hobby. My work still just gets plain outdone by actual professionals. My stories have tons of plotholes and most situations are handled sub-optimally. They still have the advantage of basically being tailored to the user's exact demands, and being capable of being made really quickly, much like your art.
If you have fun drawing, keep it up. I like your stuff. Don't even acknowledge people who just plain want conflict. Nothing ever comes out of it.
It has something to do with the site's limitations, sadly. Each part has to measure roughly 6k characters and has to contain a choice at the end. If I just go wild and make 20k character stories then it won't feel nearly as interactive. We've spent just about 20 word pages in the café, which doesn't translate to a even full chapter in book language. I know it feels long, but that's kind of because we take days voting and writing.
Remember that whatever you write with your vote will almost always influence the story in one way or another. If you're getting bored or want something specific to happen, say the word and it'll be included.
Also, remember that I'm here to say. This story could go on for years.
I appreciate that. I can take criticism, but I can't stand people who wave their dicks around because of the anonymity of the internet.
I know my lines are sloppy, my coloring could use tons of work, and overall posing is stiff. I try to get better with every drawing I do even the ones that I don't share online.
I'm just cranky and depressed is all. Like I said, I hear enough of the asshole in my own head telling me I'm not good enough. I don't need a stranger doing it for me too lol.
If at least one person is enjoying them I'll continue drawing in this thread. I won't ruin my own fun and others because of a dick.
I mentioned it before (I think), but it's really just the hands and feet that bother me about your stuff.
That said, keep drawing. Last thing I want is for yet another potential drawfriend to be chased out of these threads because of whiny bitches.
Why don't you draw something better then? I don't mind it if you tell me that my stuff is off. Like the face in the last drawing isn't quite how I'd want it to be.
Instead of just calling stuff that other's make garbage. How about trying constructive criticism so I can get better? Or is that concept too difficult for you to wrap your mind around?
That pic reminds me. I went through that one link from the last thread with enf nestled between femdom and other weird stuff and picked out a lot of the good ones.
Most of it got uploaded to gelbooru ( I think that pic was one of them) but some of it's manga pages and gelbooru hates those, so here's a mega link
“Melody?” Asks Aria, confused.
No wonder why. I was walking right to her and looked like I was going to say something, since I was. Then I turned around and started walking out of the kitchen again. I’ve decided what I’m going to do.
“I’m glad you’re coming in and out and in and out of the kitchen, but where are my biscuits?” Asks the businessman. I don’t acknowledge him.
I’m walking to Gloria’s office. I’m going to knock that door until I get an answer, kick it down if I have to. I’ve put up with Lisa’s tyranny for far too many hours and can’t take it any longer. I just want what I signed for: my wage and the possibility to quit whenever I’ve had enough… and it’s long past that point.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” I hear at my back.
I try and disregard that voice as well, but Lisa easily intercepts me, as I have to walk slowly and carefully in this thing I’m wearing. She stands right in front of me, blocking my way, probably already figuring out what I’m trying to do. Something really easy considering Gloria’s door is just four feet away from me and she knows I’m tired and angry.
“Excuse me” I say, probably more politely that I should have, and try to go past her. Not to anyone’s surprise, she stops me.
“I already told you. Gloria is not to be bothered right now. You know? I have just about had it with you. At first I respected that someone had a spine and a brain around here, but look at you now. I have been given you free rein and now you’re out of control. I should have put you down sooner.”
That’s what she calls free rein?? She’s been doing nothing but…! Argh! I’ve had it with her as well. She’s just deluded and lives in her own little world in which everything she says and thinks is right and everyone else be damned. I have experience on this; she’s just like mom.
“What are you going to do? Physically assault me? Go ahead. While I’m explaining why I have bruises at the police station I might as well let them know how you’re conducting business around here.”
“Oh, so it’ll be your word against mine. Brilliant, Melody. And who do you think will back up your story? The people here will say anything to keep this establishment open, just so you know. If you don’t turn around and go back into the kitchen so we can discuss this privately I’m going to beat you down, strip you naked and then kick you out. When you come back no one will even know what you’re talking about when you say you worked in here for today.”
“Yeah… nobody will corroborate my story after you’re talked to them, let’s say that happens… except my friend who I came with, and the clients that you can’t talk to because they already left. You don’t think I can’t find one of them?”
“So you’ll be running around town buck-naked knocking door to door to find men and have them admit that they went to a café for perverts. I would gladly pay to see that.”
She approaches me menacingly. Maybe I miscalculated here…
“Err… maybe I’ll be going back to the kitchen after all.”
“Too late for that.”
She jumps on me. I knew she would, so I dodge to the left. She reacts fast as well, and grabs my arm. I kick her shins to make her let go, but that just seems to piss her off, since she just throws me against a wall. I trip and land face up, my dress falls off. She grabs the back of my panties.
“Pay attention everyone, I’m about to show you something nice.”
We have already attracted a lot of attention and there’s already a crowd gathering. I’m already just wearing my panties, and soon enough not even that… why does this always happen to me?
“GET OFF HER, YOU BITCH!”
I hear a loud thump and the hand that gripped my underwear is suddenly not there. I turn around, covering my breasts, and see Aria who is wearing nothing but a pseudo-thong that the Buneary suit has become, wrestling Lisa down in the floor. Lisa looks very lean and fairly muscular for a girl, but believe it or not, Aria is really strong.
“You crybaby spineless useless whore! I’ll fucking-Ooff…”
Aria knees her stomach. That’s not enough for Lisa, and she counter attacks by displaying her amazing flexibility and getting her legs in front of Aria and getting her off with a powerful double-kick.
“I’LL TEAR YOU HAIR OFF!!” Screams Aria. What has gotten into her?
She launches herself forward once again, not even caring that she’s completely topless in the middle of a cheering crowd. All the girls have gathered already, the men have left the tables and have formed a circle, and even the kitchen bitches are trying to see what’s going on (they don’t leave the kitchen, of course).
“What the hell is going on?”
Gloria’s door opens, and out comes the owner. Everything goes silent. Lisa on the ground, Aria on top of her grabbing her hair and already pulling her uniform down – damn it, Lisa has amazing boobs -, the crowd, myself; we all just freeze for a second.
a) Run to Gloria’s office and grab my trainer belt, this is war.
b) Beg Gloria to stop this.
c) Jump into the fight myself.
d) Do nothing and let the situation sort itself out.
>Run to Gloria’s office and grab my trainer belt
Would kinda depend on how close Gloria still is to her doorway. If we have to basically shove her aside to get by, she might stop us.
Gonna go with >>1844944's E to be safe. Quickly explain that Lisa is forcing us to work when we're done.
By the way, what happened to the money that was in our underwear during that skirmish?
Putting it bluntly, learn to draw. No point in specifics, everything needs a lot of improvement. Whatever board on here (/ic/?) has tons of guides, as well as people who can and will help. Always use reference, compare your work and figure out what you can do differently.
Don't let the assholes get to you, but more importantly, don't buy this sugarcoat crap. The only thing that matters is that you can always be better, and that is definitely true right now. Warning: it'll probably take years, I know. The only way to make it faster is more practice.
>Why don't you draw something better then?
This is playground shit, doesn't mean anything. It's basically NO U and nobody should be saying it.
We've got a complicated vote this time, hopefully I've broken it down in a way that works:
A - She is followed
B - She isn't followed
If either win:
1 - She slips out of the shirt to free herself.
2 - She forces herself forward and tears the shirt.
If A wins:
X - She makes her choice before she hears anyone.
Y - She makes her choice quickly because she hears people coming.
Z - She doesn't get the chance to make a choice.
So yeah, obviously A/B is the big one. X/Y/Z won't matter if B wins obviously. If A and Z win, then 1/2 won't matter of course. As always, please do vote in all 3 categories, even if a sub category doesn't match what you voted for in another one. This way, everyone can have their voice be heard, even if it takes a slightly different path than the one you want.
I don't want to derail this thread with petty arguments, but I felt the need to respond to this.
I took a couple of drawing classes in college about 2 years ago. I know that it takes a lot of work to get better. If you think what I produce now is bad you should have seen me then lol.
That being said, please show me anywhere in previous posts where I assumed I was god's gift to /e/. I openly admit that my abilities are lacking, but I enjoy drawing. I also do try to learn things and get better with every attempt.
That said, I also know that one of my biggest flaws is the lacking of use of references. It always felt like cheating to me when I was growing up and first learning to draw. Even though my drawing teacher and every artist ever has always said otherwise. It's just something that I grew up believing and need to fix.
Finally, to reference the.
>Why don't you draw something better then?
I wasn't saying it as a "NO U!" response. My point was that anyone can talk shit. If you wanna do it either give good criticisms such as you have or back it up with your own skills.
PS. I prefer my criticism to be blunt and honest. No true growth comes from being babied imo.
If you're looking for suggestions on how to improve I would say you need to improve your anatomy. I've noticed you tend to draw the heads too big and the boobs are a bit wonky for example. Try drawing rough skeleton structures before putting any details in.
Having Gloria unexpectedly come out just freezes the situation for a second, but it quickly resumes. Aria is trying her hardest to tear off Lisa’s clothes – and she is succeeding – while grabbing her hair. Both are screaming unintelligible things to each other by now. Lisa seems backed into a corner until she grabs one of Aria’s boobs and twists. That whore! Aria gets mad enough to… No! don’t your finger in there!
I have confidence Aria can win this, but truth to be told we’re making too much of a spectacle of it. Aria’s bottom part of the suit breaks further and then finally gives up. It’s time to stop this.
I grab my dress and while everyone’s eyes are fixed in the catfight, I quickly put it on. Some people do take a second off the conflict and ogle me, though.
It has been full five seconds since Gloria came out and she hasn’t gotten an answer to her question yet. She’s trying to yell to make herself heard, but she’s not a match for the male audience chanting and cheering. I go to her.
“What just happened here? Has everyone gone completely insane?” She asks me.
“Lisa wouldn’t let me quit and had me change outfits with the girl fighting her. Mine was too big, hers was too small. I had just about enough of her and was coming to your office when she stopped me. She tried to strip me naked and my friend couldn’t take it anymore and jumped her” I explain to her as fast as I can talk.
Aria got the advantage back. She grabbed Lisa’s panties and started pulling. Lisa stopped struggling and focused on not letting Aria undress her. She’s being dragged through the floor by her undies, and they should break any second now. Her maid uniform is torn and open above the waist; so after this she should be basically as naked as Aria.
“I don’t care whose fault is it! We have to stop this!” Says Gloria. “A FREE VIP MEMBERSHIP FOR A WEEK TO WHOEVER BREAKS UP THE FIGHT!”
That had mixed reactions. Most men just booed and yelled that they should let the girls continue fighting. Aria is almost done taking off Lisa’s panties, after all. A few intervened and even through the jeering and of their peers, they easily managed to break up the fight.
Two men –one large man a bit overweight and a high schooler - enter the fray and get the girls away from each other. Aria doesn’t let go of her prize and as they’re pulled apart she keeps the other girl’s undergarments. They don’t manage to shut them up, however; and they keep spouting poison to each other in a mostly hard to understand language. They’re both furious as can be.
“Have you two finished making fools of yourselves!? Cover your damn shame!” Yells Gloria.
Without the fighting, the girls quickly realize that they are showing waaay too much to this conglomeration of males and desist on trying to get freed from the men holding them back to instead cover themselves. Lisa’s… pussy is… kind of ugly, by the way. I guess everyone has their own opinion, but outies just look wrong to me. Most men don’t seem to agree with me as there’s a general sense of disappointment as she uses her hands to cover her crotch and pulls up her broken dress up to take care of the rest of her body.
“All of you three! To my office! NOW!!” Roars Gloria.
The girls formerly fighting don’t have to be told twice. Without the adrenaline rush their senses are back and they’re both blushing furiously. The men holding them let go and then run into Gloria’s office. I follow behind them.
“And what about our VIP membership?” Asks one of the men who stopped the fight, the large one.
“How about I just don’t call the cops on you for fondling my niece in public? Get out of my sight!!”
“But…! I didn’t…!!”
Gloria comes into the office as well and slams the door shut.
“You two pit dogs take a sit and don’t you move or speak until I tell you to. We need to have a very serious discussion.”
It’s on now. I’m not the one who’s going to lose, whatever happens.
a) I should stay here and try to back up Aria.
b) Go out there and get more girls to support my argument against Lisa.
c) Get all my Pokémon out – save maybe Pikachu – and take charge of this situation. Deliver the punishment and judging myself. I can’t trust Gloria if she’s related to Lisa.
d) Write in.
Sad thing is I do draw the "skeleton" first lol. I just need a lot more practice. I also know that drawing heads far too large is an issue of mine. Sometimes I'm lucky and catch it before it's too late.
Thanks for the advice.
I think we would have a better chance against Lisa if I brought in some help and testimony from some other girls, but I’m not so sure that’s a good idea right now. For one thing, the kitchen bitches might not even back me up, and even though I’ve seen something I didn’t know Aria had in her, she’s sure to revert to her meek self once she’s all alone against these two. Gloria better be fair about this situation… or I’ll make it fair one way or the other.
“Now; Lisa, tell me what happened. And start from the beginning” Asks Gloria, trying to keep a calm tone of voice.
“You’re asking Lisa!? She’s just going to…!”
“Shut up” I get interrupted. “I’m going to hear everyone’s side of the story. I’m starting with her. This is going to be an organized and civilized discussion and I don’t want anybody talking until she’s done, as I won’t let anyone talk when it’s your friend’s turn.”
Sounds fair enough, I guess.
“You see, aunt Gloria…”
“I am your boss right now, not your aunt. Now, what is this I’m hearing about you stripping other girls?”
“It’s more complicated than that. That one right there, Melody; she’s out of control. Questions my authority at every single turn and keeps trying to force her ideas on what she thinks should be done. I was about to discipline her once and for all until this… girl, Aria, I think; came out of nowhere, already undressed and attacked me. As you can see from the state of my clothes, I was not the one doing the stripping.”
I have the urge to yell and call her out on her bullshit, but I’ll await my turn, as I should.
Some things went my way, some didn’t. Gloria had a fairly accurate grasp on what went on and took a decision on what to do about it.
For her, not everything was Lisa’s fault. She saw the money tucked inside my underwear and accused me of taking tips when I shouldn’t have, even if Lisa gave me permission. My little scuffles with the kitchen bitches didn’t pass unperceived by Lisa, either; and I got an underserved reprimand. She also doesn’t quite recognize the ‘bonus’ Lisa talked me about. Not only that, but Lisa didn’t get blamed either for the state of Aria’s clothing. I was instead, for both proposing the idea and then agreeing to carrying it out.
As for Lisa, we talked about her power trip for a while. She would tell us we weren’t allowed to leave, something Gloria wasn’t very happy about; how she spanked the girl at the kitchen and how she was about to strip me right in the middle of the café until Aria saved me.
Aria didn’t get scot-free, either. Sadly, all of our arguments sort of pointed out that she started that fight outside. Lisa also talked a bit of crap about how she was incompetent as a waitress. That didn’t have any weight on Gloria’s overall decision, thankfully.
When all was said and done, Gloria decided that all happened because her niece simply wasn’t ready to run a business. That was kind of it. Other than that Gloria told Lisa that in the future all big decisions should be made by her, and she should be informed. In other words, Lisa didn’t even get a slap on the wrist.
Gloria was more than a little mad at us, but acknowledged our work and paid our time; five hours total for each of us. She decided that I could keep the tip I got, since she couldn’t take it away from me and there was no point in giving it back if the service had already been done. I didn’t tell her what the service was.
So… we got paid, but Lisa’s reign of tyranny will most likely continue. Not only that, but we managed to shame ourselves in front of an audience… yet again, and got nothing out of it but money. Granted, it’s a lot of money.
During our discussion Aria and I had plenty of time to grab our clothes and put them on. Lisa was given a replacement uniform. The one she was wearing before was a somewhat different model, with a longer skirt that didn’t show her underwear left and right every time she gave a step; unlike the ones the rest of the girls are wearing and now Lisa as well. I guess that’s a small victory for us? Kind of pointless since the whole restaurant saw her nude; but hey, it’s something.
“I know there’s some friction between the two of you” ended up saying Gloria, “but we’re all adults here. Err… almost, in a few years. In any case, what happened doesn’t mean in any way that you’re not welcome to come to work here anymore. It will, however, mean that I’ll be watching you and will have lesser tolerance to any of your petty scuffles.”
“I agree” continued Lisa. “Actually, if they feel any remorse for what they put us through, they should come and work into the night shift, staring at 10:00 PM.”
“Lisa, shut up. They didn’t put you through anything you didn’t force them to do. And you girls, here are your checks.”
“I’m glad that’s over with” I say to Aria as we exit the café.
“Working is harder than I thought. Maybe we should just challenge trainers and do Pokémon stuff.”
“Yeah, you may be right. Come on, let’s cash in our checks.”
a) Go to a nice place to eat. I’m hungry and can finally afford real food.
b) Go pay my tab at the Pokémart. This covers it and then some.
c) Get a Hotel room! Between both our wages we can afford something really fancy, I’d bet.
d) Inquire more about the night-shift. I’ve heard so much about it, it made me curious.
e) Actually… I got a few scores to settle here. Lisa got off the hook too easy, and the kitchen bitches didn’t get anything of what they deserved.
f) Write in.
I kinda want to get that tab covered as soon as possible, but for now, D.
B) Pay our tab, then A) eat a decent meal, then C) sleep in a decent bed.
Tomorrow we can finally challenge Bstone, and then we can finally get out of this town. But on our way out of town, E) get a bit of revenge.
So, the first 11 pages of this are pretty interesting for ENF: http://g.e-hentai.org/g/855048/32a6c4fc28/
It goes into blackmail for sex later, but it does end with her getting photographed by a bunch of men's phones.
>b) Go pay my tab at the Pokémart. This covers it and then some.
Much as it would be fun to fuck up the kitchen bitches, we stand a decent chance of catching one or more of them in town if we stick around. Let's get out of debt first.
I think I'll change my vote to B. I'd rather not potentially risk getting a chance at the Night Shift if possible.
The line at the bank was beastly. People there weren’t very kind, either. Still, we got our money. 5500 pokeyen for me, and another 5500 for Aria. That’s more than what she lost in Green Forest! I know the day at work was terrible, but having all this in hand makes me think that it could be worth it. I know for a fact that I’ll never be able to settle for an easy, slow paced job that pays little.
Next we got to the Pokémart. I have a tab there that I don’t want growing any larger. The fat lady there is kind of annoying. She does her best to carry on a conversation saying the least amount of words possible.
“I can’t take cash. You go to the bank.”
“What? I just came from there! And how do you pay the tab then?”
“In the bank.”
“I get that. What do I do, just present my trainer ID or something?”
“Say you’re depositing to the Pokémart account.”
Both Aria and I groan, but we go back to the bank, make another crazy long line, make a deposit, get a freaking piece of paper that I give to the Pokémart old woman.
“With this I’m done, right?”
Finally! As Hugo said back in Gray, there was no interest this month, so I just had to pay the initial amount that was leant to me. That said, it was still 4635 pokeyen, basically all I earned today – without counting the tip – save a few spare coins to maybe buy a few Pokéballs… there goes my hope of getting a hotel room today or buying expensive food.
“Don’t worry… I can still treat you something”, tires to console me Aria upon seeing my sad expression while counting my remaining money.
“No. I can use this. I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed and disappointed and angry. And I know how to make myself feel better. Follow me, Aria!”
“Are you sure this is okay, Melody? We might never be able to work here again…”
“Do you really want to work here AGAIN? This place is horrible. Bunch of girls degrading themselves for money. This is a place of vice and perverts, and if we were to burn it down we’ll be doing the city a favor.”
“But won’t we cause trouble for Gloria? She seemed okay…”
“Not in my book. The way she treats that niece of hers… no wonder she turned out a psycho. You know my mom, she was awful; but at least she had enough common sense to teach me manners, respect and decency.”
“Melody… you can’t say that when we’re about to vandalize a building…”
“We’re not vandalizing anyone! This is payback. Everyone involved deserves it, every single last one of them. We have five targets. The four at the kitchen and Lisa.”
“Yeah… I suppose Lisa could use a lesson or two” finally agrees then Aria with me.
With the kitchen bitches, anything that forces them out of the kitchen should be good enough. If it makes then run out of the café as well, even better. As for Lisa, I haven’t quite decided what I’m going to do, but I have a few things in mind. I don’t want to hurt her… much; my vengeance has to be more on the lines of shaming her, like she did to me.
Our place of attack for the kitchen will be a small window in the opposite side. On Lisa, It depends on what I want to do with her.
For the kitchen bitches…
a) Use Spinarak, make her scare them all away.
b) Use Horsea. If we make a tick cloud of smoke, they’ll have to go out.
c) Use Ralts. We can start a small fire, nothing serious.
And of course…
I) Make Ralts take off their aprons.
II) Make Ralts tie their hands with the aprons.
III) Just showing off their bare asses will be enough, we don’t want to make it too suspicious.
1) Hide somewhere near, make Ralts cause wardrobe malfunctions and escalate them little by little.
2) Go in as ‘clients’. Be annoying, rude, and make demeaning demands out of her. It’ll be expansive, but it will be worth it. It’s not like they can deny us service.
3) Is that a Pokéball in her waist? How come I didn’t notice before? Challenge her with her clients as an audience.
The wager of the Pokémon battle (if it happens) should be…
A) Bet all our respective outfits. Loser walks out naked.
B) Loser works tomorrow a full shift without any clothes on.
C) The winner will spank the loser ten times. Loser has to bare her bottom, of course.
Or should I be doing something else? This is a lot to think about, but I need a battle plan.
I'd rather we not go with this revenge plot at all, really.
I thought I'd give it another attempt for the bunnysuit. I hope this one is better than the last. I tried doing something different with my method this time around.
That's exactly what he wants you to do though. Fuck that, I want an actual drawfriend in this thread.
I know it is, but the simple fact is that ignoring him won't make him go away either, and I don't want this thread to go from all of you having fun with a story and me once in a while drawing something. To me once in a while drawing something and having to deal with an asshat who is getting off to being a troll on a board filled with images of naked females.
Head isn't oversized anymore. Good to see that they cured her macrocephaly. Face isn't quite as lopsided as before. Quite a relief to know that the stroke wasn't too serious. She still has malformed hands though. And she apparently still lives in a world where humans don't have thumbs. And her boobs look weird.
It's better than the last picture, at least. Whatever that's worth. Most of your problems can be fixed if you actually use and refer to a reference to make sure your proportions aren't going all wonky. But your hands need a lot of work. You, quite blatantly, cannot draw hands. The good news is that the problem is extremely common and there are hundreds, if not thousands, of guides dedicated exclusively to getting better at drawing hands.
I actually used an image of a real woman as reference this time, but not as much as I'd like to. There's a reason she doesn't have thumbs in the last two pics though. Because the way I was posing her hands they wouldn't be visible. Plus the reference image that I used you couldn't see her thumb.
I have nothing against thumbs lol
It's not that I'm specifically against a little revenge, but I have the feeling that Gloria is out of our weight class. If we see someone around and recognize them from the kitchen, then and there would be a better opportunity.
Hmm. D won. While there's a lot of things to do where to chose from, it felt wrong to just write a few paragraphs and then give you guys another decision so we could decide what to do the rest of the day, so I simply picked the choices you didn't pick earlier automatically.
So, we first position ourselves near the kitchen, sneaking around the building and getting close to the window. It’s really freaking tall, so nobody can actually go there and take a look, but air can still flow through the building; but I should be able to get Ralts in there one way or another.
“Are you sure about this, Melody?” Asks me Aria. No, not really, I’m not.
“Let’s just get this over with. You didn’t have to deal with this girl’s stupidity; they were trying to bully me the whole day until Lisa spanked some sense into them.”
“You mean Lisa helped you?”
“No! I mean; well, in a way she did. But she did it for her own sadistic pleasure. You should’ve seen her. It was plain scary.”
“Okay, if you say so. So, what do you want me to do?”
“I guess, first we have to scare them off the kitchen. I was thinking about, err…”
This is what they deserve, right? They were mean to me from the first second they met me and didn’t tone it down until one of them was physically punished and humiliated. I’ll make them run out of the kitchen, naked. Then, Lisa is next. That ought to teach them.
N-no, I can’t do this… this is wrong. Job was hell, but hell is over and now I’ve paid my debt, and even got something remaining. Taking revenge is perfectly fine, but if I overdo it I’ll just end up the villain. They were bitches to me, but maybe this is a little too much. I know they have it hard, too; and I did sell a guy a ticket to watch then naked, and allowed another fat creep a look when they were being punished… does that make us even? Kind of, yes…
As for Lisa, I’ll deal with her later. We’ll only cause trouble for Gloria if we go on with this thing. She wasn’t that bad of a boss, I guess. She tried to be fair, at the very least. This is stupid; I can’t go on with this plotting and grudging.
“Aria… maybe we shouldn’t do it, after all” I said after a whole minute of silence. Aria waited patiently for my answer.
“You’re having second thoughts?”
“Y-yeah… you know, maybe…”
“Sure, sure. Let’s get out of here before anyone sees us.”
I made the right choice. The rest of that day was awesome. We both thought we had to actually treat ourselves to something, and we did.
Food really does taste better when you’re hungry, and we proved it to ourselves. Aria treated me to a nice place as she said she would. Some Italian restaurant; she wanted to look sophisticated and ordered lasagna; while I just wanted to eat good for once and had a big greasy Pizza – not actually that big, it was still supposed to be a serving for one -. I had a bite of what she ordered, didn’t care much for it; but my Pizza was a taste of Heaven. The pepperoni tasted amazing. When was the last time I had any meat before that? I don’t remember!
Our Pokémon didn’t eat that fancy; we just went to the Pokémart and grabbed something fresh for them. Pikachu gave me some trouble, but not all that much. I don’t know because he knows I can make Ralts stop him really easily, or because he’s actually finally accepting me as his trainer.
The day didn’t end there. We went to an inn and ordered a room. We’re supposed to check out tomorrow by 1 PM. Aria probably would’ve paid for it all if I had asked her, but I covered some of the cost myself as well. Sure, it wasn’t a big, fancy and expensive hotel, but it just felt incredibly luxurious to have a full functional room all to ourselves. This thing had its own bathroom!! Can you believe it??
The price also wasn’t bad at all. We could just work three hours a day in the café and be able to afford to sleep here every single day! The best of it all? It had a TV. A TELEVISION!! Mom always hoarded the one we had at home, when Aria handed me the remote I nearly cried. We watched two movies in a row; just some western and then that dumb one with the Growlithe that could play basketball. They had eight freaking channels! How do you even decide what to watch? Aria told me that in some places they have well over a hundred. I think she’s full of it.
We could both take a shower in peace, and last as loooong as we wanted under the hot water. It was beautiful. Afterwards we ordered some fast food – Aria paid again, I was in the bathroom when the delivery boy came – and then we went to bed. There is only one because we ordered the smallest room. I don’t care, Aria deserves all the hugs and cuddles in the world after the dinner and the room.
“Melody… I kind of spent everything I earned today in this last six hours” she says a bit worried, already in bed, with the lights off. I can’t even see her face and she’s right in front of me.
“Oh, I’m so sorry… I made you pay for nearly everything.”
“Don’t be sorry. It was really fun, I loved it today. Let’s become great trainers and make lots of money so everyday can be like the last evening.”
“Yeah… that would be nice. Good night, Aria.”
“Good night, Melody.”
a) Let’s wake up early and go see what that Auto show Aria mentioned in the morning was all about.
b) Let’s sleep in, we earned it. Afterwards go train our Pokémon. That Gym leader isn’t going to defeat himself… um, if he does, does he get a badge?
c) We spent everything we earned, so it’s back to square one. We need to work again, and as much as I hate the café, it’s sure and fast money.
d) Maybe we could go to the Pokémon underground Arena tomorrow? I sure hope we can find someone to ask about it. It looked really secretive.
e) H-here’s a wild idea. We could stand up, right now; and go to the café to see what the Night shift was all about. If we can make extra fast money that way, it might be worth it. I got a taste of the good life, and now don’t want to give it up just yet.
f) Write in.
Sorry. It missed a line and I had been trying to delete it, but it didn't work for whatever reason.
I figured I should post since a few of you mentioned me. I'm still around! I just haven't been drawing as much as I'd like to because life likes to get in the way of fun. I hope I can post more of the story this week, but I honestly don't know. I'll see if I have time.
For now, here's a fun picture I didn't have the time to draw, but I did anyways because fuck it.
Thanks for remembering me, and I'll post the next part as soon as I'm able. (By the by: Ditto won by a landslide.)
>b) Let’s sleep in, we earned it. Afterwards go train our Pokémon. That Gym leader isn’t going to defeat himself… um, if he does, does he get a badge?
Come to think of it, Bug Bitch was going to call him down on us, wasn't she? We should train up and humiliate him in front of her, then duel her and strip her naked again.
I was debating whether or not to post this last one or not. I had it started, but only the sketch. So I opted to just finish the lines and post it and be done.
I didn't feel like adding the ears to the sketch when I was finishing it up just now. If I decide to color it I'll add them.
I may or may not post more. It all depends on whether or not I feel like dealing with the trolls.
I woke up to the sound of the shower. It’s a bit late to just be getting out of bed, but I don’t care. I’m going to be a disgusting and lazy human being until they kick us out of this room. Heck, I’m going to have breakfast in bed. I’m sorry for the cleaning lady, but at least she doesn’t have to wear a skin tight Buneary suit while doing her job.
Aria convinced me that we should leave at least an hour before 1 PM; if they actually had to kick us out they could think poorly of us. That didn’t seem to matter at all until she pointed out we could make a habit of having a room there if we do manage to afford it some way or another. It got me thinking, what should we do for money now?
I don’t want to work at the café anymore, shocking I know. Maybe as a last resource, but that’s about it. While walking through town we went over the ideas we had yesterday. One stood up above the rest.
“What about that Pokémon Arena?” I suggest to Aria.
“The one you said you make money even if you lose? That sounds promising… but I can’t help but think there’s a catch.”
“Of course there is one; but bottom line is that we make money and also get to train our Pokémon. We still have to find a way on how to beat this Bstone guy, you know.”
“If you think that’s a good idea I’m with you. And where did you say the arena was?”
“Right… so, here’s the thing…”
The only evidence that I have about the place existing in the first place is what I heard about it on the Pokémon center from just this one guy and his friend. I’d recognize him if I see him, he had this stupid goatee impossible to ignore. It’s still not a very strong lead, basically just a rumor.
Holy Miltank! That Arena must be really exclusive. There must be around ten trainers in the whole Pokémon center and not a single of them knows what I’m talking about when I ask them about it.
“If we keep this up, we would’ve wasted the whole day!” I complain. We’re taking a break by sitting down in one of the center’s various tables. Not like we have much choice but to keep waiting for trainers to show up and keep asking.
“I wasn’t so sure about some underground Battle club anyway. It sounds fishy and maybe even dangerous.”
“You may be right… it can’t be all that great of a place in none of the trainers in town have heard about it… if we don’t find anything about it in the next hour, we’re done.”
“Battle club you say? Do you mean The Gentleman’s Battle Club?” says a familiar female voice, barging in our conversation.
It’s Nurse Joy. I don’t know what she’s doing eavesdropping so close to our table, but right now I don’t care.
“Have you heard of it?” I ask her.
“Heard of it? I go every week. It’s really fun once you get over the… conditions.”
“You have Pokémon? You’re a trainer?” Asks a surprised Aria.
“Not, really. No. But a lot of people leave perfectly healthy Pokémon under my care and it would be a shame to waste their potential for a whole day if they’re only supposed to stay inside their Pokéball, don’t you agree?”
“Y-you can’t mean you borrow other trainer’s…!”
She shuts me up by slapping my face.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Exclaims Aria jumping out of her seat.
“Keeping your friend’s mouth quiet. I did not tell you this because I trust you; I tell you because you can’t afford to say it to anyone. That if you know what’s good for you.”
Cool, nice to know you're at least alive and lurking
Who the hell is this woman?
“A-anyways… you were saying about the battle club?” I ask her changing the topic, rubbing my cheek.”
“It’s a good place to make money if you come to terms with what’s at stake. Today seems like a nice evening to make a visit to the place. Would you care to join me?”
a) No. I don’t think I want to go anymore. We’ll train our Pokémon and make money some other way.
b) Go with her. She says she goes every week; it can’t be such a bad place if someone like a Nurse goes there.
c) Don’t go with her, this pink-haired freak is too shady, and just slapped me. Follow her to the club once she leaves, though. I still want to go, just not with her.
d) Write in.
It has a pretty fucked up start but Seito Kaichou Hikaru has literally one of the best animated ENF scenes ever at the half way point.
Any hentai in the exhibitionism tag can have a bunch of ENF, especially if we're talking doujins and not animated hentai.
Glad to see you're still around.
I like it, but I've liked every single one so far. I'll just admit to be ignorant about art and proportions and shut up.
“I don’t like her” whispers Aria.
“But she seems to be the only one around her to know about the damn place.”
“She slapped you!”
“We can’t bite the hand that feeds us, Aria. She’s the Pokémon Nurse of this town. If we run out of money and have nowhere to go all we have is her.”
“I see you are busy, so I’ll come back at four o’clock. Be ready by then” Joy says and walks away without adding anything else.
“Wait! We haven’t decided if we’re going or not!” I call to her, but she’s not listening.
I want to go to the arena, it sound really attractive and so far there doesn’t seem to be anything but advantages about it; but I’m not so sure about this Joy. For the record, I would prefer the one we left behind at Green over this one any time.
“Is it okay to go to that place in your uniform?” I ask Nurse Joy as we exit the Pokémon Center.
“It is actually preferable. People there love it when I compete dressed like this.”
“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you some questions about that place we’re going.”
The Nurse just left the Pokémon center. Just like that. Does anyone cover her shift? Did she just abandon the establishment? I don’t really know. She just walked to our table and told us it was time to go. By then I had made up my mind, although Aria still doesn’t agree with me all that much. As always, though; she just follows. She’s walking behind us just staring at the ground. At the back of the Pokécenter, Joy shows us she has a scooter. Even though she’s slim and I’m plain small, there’s just no room for the tree of us, though.
“Ask any question you have on the way, I will answer it. Aria, right?” Says Nurse Joy, facing at her. “Grab the pink bicycle over there. I will go slowly so you can follow.”
“You have a scooter and a bike? Why would you need two of those things?” I ask.
“It’s not mine, just some girl’s. We will be back soon and she is going to spend the night here. No harm done. Now hurry and grab it before anyone notices.”
“Is it true that you get money even if you lose?” Is my first question. Joy convinced us to borrow the bicycle. Her argument was fairly sound. I’m riding the scooter with Joy, she’s driving. Aria follows behind.
“That is correct. The payoff is considerably higher the more wins you achieve, however.”
“So… what are the stakes you talked me about earlier?”
“You mean to say you don’t know?”
“That’s why I’m asking.”
“I was under the impression you were familiar with the rules of the contest.”
“As a matter of fact I’m not. Could you fill me in?”
“I would much rather not” she says, giggling. “This will be fun. I look forward to see you learn the kind of game we play there once we get there. There is nothing to worry about, the place is not dangerous to either you or your Pokémon, and if money is what you’re after, you will be pleasantly surprised.”
“No, it won’t be fun. I don’t like surprises. If you don’t tell me what we’re jumping into, I don’t want to go.”
“I sense some hostility; you are not going to make it far in that place without some sense of humor. It is a simple Pokémon Arena with a sort of tournament format. You fight several opponents in a row. The basics are: you fight with six Pokémon, you defeat your opponent and move on, and you can’t quit once you’re registered. If you get five wins, you win the big prize, if you don’t; just a consolation prize. Needless to say, cheating is punished very severely, since you fight in front of an audience. Some fights also have special rules.”
“That’s it? Just a normal battle Arena? I heard it’s very underground” Damn it… six Pokémon. It’s fine, Aria and I can both pool what we have. Just one of us can enter, though.
“Not underground, exclusive. If you’re not known around town the chances of getting in are slim. Being a pretty girl gives you a definitive advantage over males, who usually need to spend a lot of money just to make it past the entrance. For the both of you it should be fine since you are with me.”
“But I asked every trainer I could see. Basically no one knows about it. Exclusive places are supposed to be famous.”
“You asked kids who can barely make it past Green Forest, just losers. This is a place for serious trainers. Some of the people fighting there could very well shame Bstone. Also… some illegal activities do take place. Nothing a participant in the fights should worry about, I assure you.”
“W-what kind of illegal activities?”
“Betting in Pokémon battles is illegal if you are not taking part in them. These people do. That would be about it. Oh, we’re there.”
This is the place? It doesn’t look like any sort of Arena I’ve ever seen, though I guess it qualifies as a club. It more or less looks like a fancy two story restaurant.
“Melody Mustard, right?” Asks Joy, getting off her scooter. We left Aria a bit behind, but she should be here any second. “That is what you trainer ID said, I believe. I’m going ahead to register you, wait here.”
a) Stop her! I changed my mind. The place sounds shady and she hasn’t answered all my questions.
b) Let her go on and register me. I’m ready for this.
c) Stop her. Tell her to enter Aria instead of me. Just one of us can enter and I think she’s the one who should represent the both of us… and take the risks, if any. What? I’ll make it up to her.
d) Write in.
>b) Let her go on and register me. I’m ready for this.
Even if we completely get our shit rocked, it can't be half as bad as what went down in that damn restaurant. Probably win us points with this shady nurse, too, and we definitely want to stay on her good side.
There is no backing down, now. I see Joy hurrying ahead. She’s talking with one of the group of several large men in suit posted at the entrance and goes into the building.
“Melody!” Aria calls to me. She made it. “What’s that Joy’s problem?? She sped up so much at the end I couldn’t follow. Where is she, anyway?”
“She went ahead to register me.”
“What about me? Our chances will be better if the two of us compete.”
“We can’t. They have a rule that you must enter with six Pokémon. Between the two of us we just make seven; and you know Pikachu basically doesn’t count.”
“And you decided all of this by yourself? You have to stop doing that, Melody! I really wanted a Pokémon battle…”
“Hmm. I would’ve let you if you had told me. Nurse Joy seems to be a little vague about what exactly goes on in there on purpose. I’m a bit worried. If everything goes fine, though; I’ll lend you all my Pokémon tomorrow and you can give it try. Provided, you know; that they’re healed. I don’t know how hard a beating they’ll take, yet.”
“Oh, well. Let me get Pidgey and ugh… Weedle out. I have to tell them they’ll have to listen to your orders in their next few battles. Hosea probably already knows. You used her that one time.”
The Gentleman’s Battle Club looks at least sophisticated while in the inside. After a minute, Joy comes out and walks to us, tells us to follow her. We’re let past the security guys – that’s what I assume they are – and led through a well illuminated and decorated but narrow hallway. We get a glimpse of a beautiful vestibule booming with activity and looking ready for some sort of high-class party, but Joy makes us follow her through a little door on the side.
“This side is the contestants, that other one for the audience” she explains.
“So, we’re in?” I inquire.
“No, only you. I already knew I could only get one of you in, but if you care to know, I sincerely try to get you both. I had to pull a few strings to make it happen, by the way. You should be thankful. Unless you are really good, or they like you a lot it is probably a one-time thing, so make the best out of it.”
“Thanks, then. But why go to those lengths? We barely know each other.”
“Because it will be fun watching you compete. But also because your last name is Mustard. You are that man’s kid, right? I want him to owe me.”
Oh, how cute. She thinks dad cares about me. Bad news, Joy; you probably already love me more than dad ever will.
“Melody? Do you have something in your eye?” Inopportunely asks Aria. None of your business.
“Y-yes. Just… some dust.”
Joy leads us through another door to a huge dressing room. We’re not the only ones here. There’s maybe twenty other girls. They’re all remarkably pretty, and all have trainer belts. Some are changing, a few here and there are talking, and the rest are applying make-up. I want to try that! Mom never let me. I want to know what that Mascara fuzz is all about.
“There’s our competence” warns me Joy. “If you have any more questions, now’s the time. The tournament starts in a little over fifteen minutes.”
“What’s the stake?” I ask, decisively. She dodged that question earlier.
“Good thing you ask. There is another rule. You have to use six pieces of clothing. A pair of socks, earrings, shoes or bracelets counts as one. Each time one of your Pokémon is declared fainted…”
Oh, crap. I put two and two together.
“You can’t be serious! This is a strip battle??”
“Don’t worry, the audience is very sophisticated. You’re stripping for gentlemen that won’t scream like rabid monkeys even if you were to lose your underwear. Did I mention there is no going back once you sign in? This will be fun!”
“No, no, no! H-how many people are there watching?”
“Try not to think about it. Plus, they record it.”
“It doesn’t get televised, of course. I’ve tried to get my hands into copies of the video they make to keep one as a souvenir, but it is crazy expensive. I could get a boob job for what it costs. Not that I would want or need one, it’s just a manner of speech.”
a) No way out?? I’m not taking your word for it. I’m out of here.
b) Keep talking to her. The bitch got me here, but I need more information if I am to do this.
c) Aria didn’t hear, she was too busy taking a look around. Maybe… I can convince her to fight in my stead. Who of these guys what Melody Mustard looks like, anyway?
d) Just go into a corner and wait there for fifteen minutes. I don’t feel like talking to anyone.
e) Write in.
>mfw you ain't dead
I just love your artstyle. It's strikingly similar to Sugimori's.
Being a guy that likes proportionally accurate depictions, it's great to see how you keep the chests small and the hips wide, just like the real artwork.
I'm eager to see your future stuff.
I was going to type a response explaining why the things you guys said to me hurt me as much as they did, but then I remembered it's not like any of you trolling me would give a shit anyway.
Thanks for the compliment, but to be honest I don't care if you like it or not. Hell, I don't even like it, but drawing is a form of therapy for me. So, I figured I'd have fun with it on an image board, but I guess if life has taught me anything I don't even deserve that.
Reuploading this because for some reason the initial file I made was twice this size.
copy/paste of original message now
I don't know if the coloring adds to it or ruins it. I do think I did better coloring this one than previous images though. Possibly because I just went for a hard shadow instead of trying to soften it up with a blur tool
“How could you think you were doing me a favor forcing me to take part in some strip Pokémon Battle?” I accuse her. She can forget about that favor dad owes her that he was never going to even consider, let alone pay back in the first place.
“I already told you. It will be fun watching you struggle when you are not used to the idea like this all other girls are; and because you do get a favor in the form of getting to fight in front of big-names. These big-shots might have come here to watch you undress, but you can still make a name for yourself if you do well enough.”
“On that note, how come you are perfectly okay with this? If you lose, you’re getting naked as well.”
“The pay is good, the challenge is fun; what else do you want? I will have you know that no less than three times I made it to the top; all five wins.”
“If you win you don’t have to strip, right?”
“No. You don’t have to. Every single time I got the five wins I did, however. The audience asked for it. I just cannot seem to let them down once they have me in the mood. It will be the same for you.”
“So every single time you’ve come here you have stripped naked in front of an audience and you keep coming each week to do it again?”
“For almost half a year, now. They love me in here.”
This woman is insane…
“You said you won a few times, how do you manage that?”
“For me it is just luck based. Whatever Pokémon they leave at the Pokécenter, I can take. If I get a strong team, I have a bigger chance. Sometimes there is not much to do and I simply lose the very first fight. It has its lows and highs.”
We kept talking. Other than realizing that Joy gets a kick out of what goes here in many more ways than one, I learned some valuable information that will be very useful in my upcoming fight.
I had a fear of being outclassed by other people, and I still do; but in this competition no Pokémon higher than level 15 can enter; and as far as Joy’s experience goes, the average is a lot lower than that. That means that at the very least Ralts and Horsea stand a chance. I’m not so sure about the rest of the team, though.
The way you’re paid is a little wonky. We all start with a value of one. Whenever you lose any of your clothes, you get paid – a lot more than the actual cost – for each piece, but increased by your value. If you lose two pieces of clothing in your first fight, you have them bought out of your hands at value one; but if you were to lose those same two after first winning three times; you would get them bought at value four and get a lot more for each of them. This means that it’s better to start strong and try your best to not let any Pokémon faint.
Other than that, Joy does imply there’s a very big penalty for being found out cheating – although it doesn’t disqualify you -, and it should be avoided at all costs. The rules outside of stripping are the very same that any regular Pokémon Battle.
As far as my clothes go, I’m all set. Panties, bra, shirt, skirt, shoes and socks; six items in total.
“…and never forget to please the crowd. Some few wild things can happen; and they always have the say on what happens. Even if you’re losing horribly and down to your last Pokémon; they can simply decide the other girl loses and you win and move on” keeps explaining Joy.
“I have other question. Are we going to be fighting each other?”
“It is unlikely, we’re in different blocks and I’m not so confident on making it far this time around. You first fight is against a girl named Sandra. Watch out for her Mankey.”
A Mankey, good. That’s good. I need to win this. I have to.
“Anything else you know about her?”
“Not really. She’s a college student, not an actual certified trainer… not much else, I’m afraid.”
“How about something that might be useful for the fight?”
“Do you mean weak points? She hates bugs with a passion, like half the girls here; there is nothing else that comes to mind.”
“CONTESTANTS FOR FIGHT ONE, PLEASE STEP INTO THE STAGE” We hear from the speakers in a monotone, loud voice.
“That’s me” says Joy. “You can come see the fight if you want, just go through the door in the left. The view of the sage is not very good, but it should do. Wish me luck!”
a) Go watch Nurse Joy.
b) Come out with a plan to sabotage this Sandra girl. Have Aria help me.
c) Try and escape from this crazy place while they’re busy on their fight.
d) Aria already knows all the stakes, but she might still agree to take my place if I offer her enough for it.
e) Write in.
I'm gonna suggest something potentially crazy, and could kill the whole "resource management" part of this story, assuming it isn't shot down.
E) The matches are being recorded for a stupid amount of money, right? Well, our reputation proceeds us. Who wouldn't want to pay top dollar to see the daughter of an amazing trainer either crush all opposition, or watch her get humiliated and strip?
My point is, it'd likely sell for much more than the average joe video: is there a chance we can get a cut of the profit?
And if not... A. I don't see a point in cheating this early in the game. We clearly have an advantage as it is.
Sophia is a blue-haired girl that Melody met by having her face planted inside her butt when both slipped at the café. What do you have against her? She forgave Melody and all.
Do you guys want a list of the characters introduced so far? I have two, you can have the shortest that doesn't talk stats. The list is fairly big when compared to the ones of other ENF stories, confusions are bound to happen eventually.
It's not. One girl is (maybe) walking out with some clothes on, the rest all get nude in front of the audience already, and they're more or less at peace with the idea; although save for Joy, few enjoy it. A punishment having to do with clothes make no sense. I have one already in mind, but if the voters want one in particular, I'm game. Speak up.
They're sold after each fight. The girl gets paid a set amount, and an auction starts at double that. You're probably never going to see that, so no point in not telling you.
Contestants don't walk home naked, though. More on that later.
Next part will be released at around 7 PM. Thanks for sticking with the story so far.
Okay. A punishment involving clothes would work if the participant wasn't paid for said piece of clothing. All of the humiliation, with none of the benefit.
Not necessarily saying it should be done, just that it could work.
...okay, I didn't make the connection between buttplant victim and our competitor.
Still, we already apologized for that days ago. It's a blank slate. And I'd rather we not have to worry about cash than her feelings. Again, we're not staying here once we wipe out Bstone. No point in making friends.
>A punishment having to do with clothes make no sense. I have one already in mind, but if the voters want one in particular, I'm game
I think I'd like to know what yours is before I offer to override it
Oh thank heaven. Welcome back! Never leave again.
It wouldn't be the first time. You named Melody, you named Aria, and probably a prompt to name the story itself will present itself soon enough.
If you want it, you got it. I'll present my punishment, then the ones already suggested, and then you can still suggest more.
A won, I'll get to writing.
Also, here's a link for the list of characters. I haven't trimmed it, so keep spoilers to yourself.
Joy opens her purse, and quickly selects six Pokéballs out of maybe fifteen she has in there. She just leaves the purse there, and runs off from the door we came from. The access to the Actual Arena must be that way.
“Aria, let’s go” She nods at me. We take Joy’s purse, since I assume she won’t want to leave it here all alone.
We go through the door that’s supposed to give us a view of the show. Some other girls follow us; we won’t be the only ones watching the match. We get to a small, dark room.
“Is this the right place, Melody?” Asks Aria.
As if to answer her question, bright lights turn on. From a window in the room we can see what looks like an opera theater of some sort. There has to be at least a hundred people all sitting, facing a stage with closed red curtains. The audience isn’t exclusively male, either. The only constant thing is that everyone is very well dressed; it looks like a formal event. Binoculars seem to be very common among the watchers. As Joy told me, there’s a high-end Camera at the back recording already.
“For our first fight; Joy versus Tomoko” says a deep male voice coming from speakers on the walls.
The lights near the stage brighten while the ones elsewhere dim. The curtains open, in front of them there are two girls facing each other, each one on a side of the stage. It’s far from where we are, and our angle isn’t that great. Yet, we can still see what’s going on. There is a Pokémon Battlefield between both girls; it’s made out of stone. One girl is tall with her black hair reaching her shoulders. She’s dressed like a miko. The other one is of course, Nurse Joy.
The public begins to give them a round of applause, a few cheers are heard here and there. The sound quickly fades, and the battle starts just like that.
Joy sends out an Electrike, her opponent lets out a Houndour. The Electrike is the higher level, at 13.
Both Pokémon roar ferociously at each other, trying to make their rival back off. Electrike makes the first move, a Thunder Wave that Houndour promptly dodges and counterattacks with Ember. Electrike braces itself and tackles right through the ember and into Houndour, pushing it back. Houndour tries to create distance, but it just can’t keep up with the speed of its opponent that keeps ferociously trying to run Houndour over. Eventually, Electrike reaches its enemy Pokémon and lets out a Thunder Wave that strikes true. Houndour’s movements become sluggish, and it just tries to defend himself by spitting embers out of its mouth while trying its best to snap out of the electric current coursing through its body. Electrike howls in victory and tackles its opponent into submission, taking the fight.
A light I hadn’t noticed until now changes above the miko girl. There are six shining red spheres, and one of them turns itself off as a sound of a bell rings on stage. The public applauds once more, and both trainers call their Pokémon back. The girl on the Miko costume walks to the middle and front of the stage, faces the audience and simply kicks off some really odd sandals she was wearing, and leaves them there; to then walk back to her original position.
“Tomoko has five Pokémon left” the voice on the speakers says. “She has taken off her sandals. You may continue.”
The second fight is Joy’s Magnemite against Tomoko’s Slakoth. Joy wins with the same strategy of paralyzing her opponent and then finishing it down. Tomoko goes again in front of the stage, and takes off her socks. There is an announcement of what she just did and the fighting continues.
Joy won, just losing her Aipom to a Squirtle. She took off her shoes for that. Right now, Joy’s Electrike is just finishing off Tomoko’s last Pokémon.
“Joy wins, she has now achieved one victory. Would the loser please go to the center of the stage?”
Joy makes the sign of peace to the audience, receiving a round of applause for it, and then just leaves the stage from the back. The other girl is just wearing her panties. From this distance I can’t see her face all that well, but I’d say she looks very embarrassed. I kind of figured all the girls here wouldn’t mind doing this stupid show. I mean, they had the luxury of knowing what went down here.
Tomoko walks to the center of the stage, and after taking a few deep breaths, she takes off her underwear. The public applauds yet again and she bows as if she had just been on a play or something. Then she stands straight, with both hands at her side, without moving, and without covering. A man hands her a microphone.
“Hello, Tomoko. Would you mind telling us, where are you from?” Ask the speakers.
“Ugh… I hate the interview at the end. It’s so degrading…” I hear a girl say next to me.
“Melody, let’s go. The fight is over, there is nothing left to see.”
a) Go back to the dressing room. I have my own fight to worry about.
b) Stay and listen to the interview. I don’t want any surprises when… my turn arrives. I want to know what you’re supposed to do.
c) Maybe there’s still time to sabotage my opponent? I don’t know what the punishment is, but it can’t be worse than what happens when you lose.
d) Joy had a purse full of Pokémon. Ask her for some. Apparently, other than Horsea and Ralts most my Pokémon will be dead weight.
e) Write in.
We haven't quite made it to 5 votes, but the choice is so unanimous the choice is easy.
I am exited about this next part, it's the 100th post of Melody's story, after all. Is this the longest ENF story we've had, yet?
Let's hope to get a hundred parts more, and even beyond.
“You go ahead, Aria. I have to watch this.”
“Don’t you feel sorry for that girl? Let’s move.”
“No. If there’s anything more embarrassing that being naked in front of a crowd is being naked in front of a crowd and looking like an idiot. I have to know the procedures and things you have to do. Like how she walked and undressed each time she lost a Pokémon. I can’t miss this one.”
“I guess that makes sense… Give me Joy’s purse: she’ll be searching for it. I’ll see you back at the dressing room. I… can’t watch.”
I hand Aria the bag and then she leaves. So do the other girls.
“I… come from Orange City” answers the girl to her question.
“The big Orange city. That’s very far away from Gray. It was a long trip, was it not?” the voice continues the interview.
“You must feel like an idiot. Coming all the way to this place just to lose your first match.”
Hey! That was rude!
“I-its okay. I didn’t come just for this.”
“But as far as I understand, that was your main affair in Gray. Come to a faraway city where nobody knows your face so you can make money out of showing your body to people. What a shameless young lady!”
“It’s not like that!”
“Yet it is what happened. Tell me, how does it feel to be naked in front of all these people?”
“I… N-not good. Please, don’t be mean to me.”
“Not mean to you? You came to us. You came for our money; and you are going to get it, of course. Money for your body. What would that make you, Tomoko?”
“J-just a girl who needs money.”
“But what do you can a woman who makes money selling her body? I know you know this one. Come on, answer the question. What are those sort of women called? Do they teach you that at school?”
“Prostitutes. They’re called prostitutes. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“No, not quite. There is another word. A bit more… colloquial. I think we all know the word I’m talking about. I’ll repeat the question. Coming to us, what does that make you, Tomoko?”
Oh, my Arceus.
“A… a whore.”
“Who is a little greedy whore, Tomoko?”
“I hear you are currently a student in the Orange University.”
“Yes… I am” Her voice is breaking.
“Such a prestigious institution. There is one of the members of our audience who is an old friend of Orange University’s principal. How would he react if he knew one of his students stripped for money?”
“He would… expel the student.”
“How interesting. To be honest, that puts me in a mischievous mood. What if I was to take the tape we made of you losing to that nurse and undressing and we were to send it to him?”
“Y-you can’t do that!”
“Of course I can. Once I purchase the video it is my property. I can do whatever I want with my own property, wouldn’t you agree?”
“N-no! Please… you can’t!”
What is wrong with these people??
“Then ask nicely, Tomoko. Ask me not to do it.”
“Please, please don’t do it.”
“Please don’t do what?”
“Please… don’t send my principal the video… of me selling my body…”
“I will consider it… if you beg like a Growlithe. Come on, Tomoko, beg.”
The girl has been in tears for a while now. She falls to her knees, and begs like she was a Pokémon, panting. The audience is laughing. It is like they’re watching a comedian. Pigs! I… can’t believe this is what happens…
“Good girl, good girl! Ladies and gentleman, that was Tomoko. Please give this lovely lady a round of applause.”
As she’s sobbing and begging, the curtain closes and the audience cheers and claps to their hearts content. This is a madhouse!
a) I can’t lose! I can’t! Go get Nurse Joy and ask her for some Pokémon.
b) Sabotage my opponent. Anything to win.
c) Go talk to Joy and ask her what the hell was that ‘interview’ about.
d) Stay put. The next fight is about to begin, I guess.
e) Write in.
I've actually seen this sort of thing on the internet. Seen it gone pretty badly for the girl in question.
I want E. Don't want Melody to go through this, and don't want to inflict this on Sandra unless she deserves it. But if we do go through this, then yes, let's pick B.
a) I can’t lose! I can’t! Go get Nurse Joy and ask her for some Pokémon.
Joy already told us that there's no backing out, and I'm sure that's not because nobody's ever tried. Let's do what we can to get an edge.
Actually hell, Changing this to A.
Even if we sabotage this next opponent, we'd have to successfully do it to the next 4 as well. At least getting some pokemon from Joy improves our chances in all the fights instead of just one
She was also a fucker who tossed us in without telling us the stakes. All for a favor I'm almost positive Melody didn't want.
This was the kind of thing that made me hesitant to vote for the arena in the first place.
Swap Joy's still-healthy Pokemon with our shitty ones without telling her.
Make her lose her next fight for roping us into this without telling us what it was and be good the rest of the way through the matches.
If she wanted to lose she could have done it. She'd obviously prefer to win, since she gets the most money and can still strip if she wants.
Plus there's a good chance if we ask her for her pokemon, she'll just say no, so we're accomplishing a much better chance of winning this
Two people plain wanted out. That was surprising. Was it too extreme? I wanted the stakes to be high.
“Joy!” I scream in a panic as I’m running again back to the dressing rooms. “Joy!!”
“I am right here. Don’t yell, that side of the building is not soundproof. You could get in trouble.”
“I need a favor!” I ask without minding what she just said. “Please, tell me you’ll help!”
“Probably not. I do not want you winning too much, since I might stand a chance after all; but ask anyway.”
“I saw your purse. You have a lot of Pokémon in there.”
“I see where you are going. No. I need them. If you watched the fight, I only revealed three of my Pokémon. That would mean it is still possible to get any other three to my team. After watching the remaining fights, I will gain a definitive advantage by knowing what are the best combinations of Pokémon types I can get against the competence.”
“That means you only need three, right? Can I have some of the others? Please? I really need your help. I’m not going to leave you alone until you say yes.”
“Alright, then; if you insist so much.”
“Thank you!” With this, I stand a chance!
“You don’t expect that to be free, do you?” She asks me with one of her trademark shady grins.
“N-no… what would you like in exchange…?” Like I have a choice. If she asks from me my firstborn, I’ll probably agree. I don’t like kids anyway.
“An occasion like this requires nothing less that you agree to my terms no matter what they are, wouldn’t you say? Just say ‘yes’ and later I will ask something to you. I warn you, it won’t be easy, but denying it could be even worse.”
“You got yourself a deal!” I’ll think what to do about what the crazy nurse asks from me. Right now, I have a bullet to dodge.
“Tomoko’s interview had a lasting impression on you, as I can see. Sadly, I could not see it since I was on my way to this room. That gets me so curious… tell me about it later.”
“A-anything you say! Now, for the Pokémon…”
“Take it easy. There are still four Pokémon battles before yours takes place. That is about an hour.”
“Melody, you’re back!” Exclaims Aria, suddenly noticing me and walking towards me. “How was the… you know?”
“Aria! It was awful… the things they made the poor girl do. These people are horrible! The way they gang up on a poor girl to humiliate her so…”
“Fine, you got me” joins the conversation Joy, interrupting me. “Tell me how it went… I am too curious now to think of anything else.”
A few girls hear it and also join in our little circle, until I have a small audience. I feel compelled to tell the story with a lot of detail since there’s so many expectant eyes fixed on me. Some girls cringe with horror, a few can’t hear the whole story and just leave before I’m done… and then there’s the few that giggled as if I was telling some sort of Joke. Joy for the most part didn’t react, while Aria went livid and covered her open mouth with both her hands.
“How can they do such things?” She complains.
“You are exaggerating” Joy says. “It is just a bit of harmless fun. You need to have a sense of humor. If you go like a scared Skitty, of course they will make fun of you. It is as easy as being more outgoing and not taking anything too seriously.”
“I’d like to see you keep thinking like that when it’s you the one naked on stage!” I tell to her, forgetting for a second that I still need a big favor from her.
“It is no problem at all. The interview is part of why I keep coming here; it’s a lot of fun.”
This nurse just isn’t right in the head…
A few girls keep making Joy questions about how she deals with the interview, but she mostly talks nonsense or dodges the questions. In the end I lose my patience and grab her hand to take it apart.
“We had a deal” I insist, since I don’t want her forgetting. “Four of your Pokémon for whatever you ask from me in the future.”
“Alright. Whatever you want… choose wisely. And not the ones I have already shown the audience.”
She has a surprisingly wide selection. I have to choose four.
k) Write in (Note: Write in is to have Melody perform other action. Due to the nature of this challenge, it’s preferable you don’t write your own Pokémon. It is still possible to select other Pokémon if the community agrees and they’re not too exclusive, rare or powerful).
It’s a tough choice, but I have the time. In the end I decide for Makuhita, Aron, Mudkip and Turtwig. That gives me a balance of types so I can face basically everything with a type advantage. I know I doubled out on water by choosing Mudkip, when I could’ve chosen poison, ground or bug… but what can I say? I just like Mudkip. No idea why.
It was tempting to choose another Pokémon to replace Horsea, since most of these have a really high level when compared to even my own Pokémon; but Joy quickly put that possibility away by saying she barely had enough once I took the other four. It’s decided, I owe her. What will she ask? I have no idea. Maybe she wants me to steal a car since she needs a getaway driver or something of the sort. Nothing really sounds too crazy when we talk about her. I hope I don’t come to regret this later.
“I would suggest you get to know them” Joy advices me; and she’s right. “They might be a tad confused on where their trainer is. Don’t worry; most of what I get in the Pokémon Center is very tame, with very few exceptions. If any of the little bastards gives you a hard time, tell me about it and I will set them straight in a minute”.
“Okay, I’ll do that.”
I walk to the door that leads to the east side of the stage; I can see Sandra walking to the opposite side. She looks as nervous as I do. Let’s just get this over with.
A dark and extremely narrow aisle leads to a place behind the red curtains I saw from the other side. There is a man standing there, and he makes me a signal. Without speaking, he guides me to body language and has me stand in one side of the Pokémon Battlefield. Sandra is already on the other side, with another man on her side telling her what to do and casually grabbing her clothes and hair and putting them on their place. The men walk out slowly after they’re done, and we can hear the other side of the curtains coming to life.
“Ladies and gentlemen; next we have Melody versus Sandra.”
The curtain rises. The place explodes with applause. It sounds a lot louder when it happens right in front of you. I can help it but swallow saliva. I’m getting a bit of stage fright, but luckily I know I don’t have to turn and see the audience; my opponent is right in front of me, and that’s all that matters.
We both throw our Pokéballs at the same time. This is it, it started.
“Get her, Ralts!”
Sandra looks upset, as she should be. M