..." shouted a deep voice, probably one that had seen many battles and lived many years. It was accompanied by a loud splash as she felt stray water droplets against her body and the Bidoof blown right out of her ass.
She was caught off-guard and, when she finally came to her senses and looked around, she saw the Bidoof fleeing. She looked to the other side to see a Piplup standing between two men; one was an old, white-haired man in a lab coat, the other around her age and wearing travel-worn clothes; clearly a pokemon trainer.
"Are you alright?" the older man asked as he came over to her, helping her to her feet.
"I think so, yeah. Thanks for the help."
"No problem. I'm Professor Rowan, and this is my aide, Lucas. You are..."
"Dawn. And the guy asleep over there is my idiot friend Markus."
"Dawn, I can see you're hurt. Please, come with me to my lab and we'll clean you up."
"Alright," Dawn nodded as she held onto Rowan's arm for support and walked with them, leaving Markus asleep on the ground with his flaccid dick lying on his jeans.
"Thanks for the help, professor," Dawn said, taking a sip of coffee. She'd cleaned up, no longer was there dirt on her knees and clothes, and a couple scratches on her back where the Bidoof grabbed her were disinfected.
"No problem, Dawn," he said. "Though you really shouldn't go out without a pokemon by the lake, especially," he cleared his throat, "Without ...