The Pokémon region of Pleasuredea

Encounter Eighty-fifth: Dodrio

Ochaco Uraraka sighed, staring down at her superhero outfit. It was snug, hugging her curves and accentuating her body in ways she wasn't sure she was comfortable with. She wanted to show off a little, but then Toga had come along, throwing words that stung like daggers. "You look like a whore," she'd sneered, and it made Ochaco feel self-conscious.

She folded her arms over her chest, glancing at the ground, when she suddenly heard footsteps. A Dodrio from the Pleasuredea region was bounding toward her, its feathers bouncing with every step. Marlene, the Pokémon trainer, was hot on its tail, trying to catch it. The Dodrio skidded to a halt right in front of Ochaco, as if it had come to her rescue.

The Dodrio tilted its head, its eyes soft and understanding. It hopped closer, its three heads playfully nudging her. Marlene approached, panting lightly, but stopped when she noticed the Dodrio's behavior. "What's going on here?" she asked, glancing between the two.

Ochaco blinked in surprise, and just as she was about to respond, the Dodrio's middle head darted toward her waist, grabbing the waistband of her outfit with its beak. Before she could even protest, the Dodrio yanked upward, giving her a mischievous wedgie.

"Hey!" Ochaco squeaked, stumbling back, but the Dodrio's action didn't feel hurtful. In fact, it almost felt like a playful nudge—like it was reassuring her, telling her it was okay to embrace who she was. "What the heck, Dodrio?!"

Marlene chuckled, a grin spreading across her face. "Seems like Dodrio's trying to show you something, Ochaco. Sometimes, the best way to feel cute in tight clothes is to just let go and enjoy it, no matter what others say." She gave the Dodrio a small scratch behind the ears, the Pokémon chirping happily.

Ochaco stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened. She looked at her reflection in a nearby puddle and saw her outfit hugging her body snugly. It wasn't uncomfortable—if anything, it made her feel a little more confident. She grinned, feeling a spark of self-assurance. Maybe, just maybe, she could rock the tight look without worrying about what others thought.

"You know what?" Ochaco smiled, straightening up. "I think you're right. I deserve to feel cute and powerful, no matter what Toga says." She flashed a playful grin at Marlene and Dodrio. "Thanks for the... um, wedgie!"

Ochaco floated away, trying her best to shake off the lingering embarrassment from earlier. As she soared through the air, her thoughts swirled—Was it okay to want to feel confident? She didn't want to let Toga's words get to her, but they were hard to forget.

Suddenly, she collided with something soft yet firm—Marlene's chest. She stumbled back, surprised, but looked up to see Marlene's concerned face.

Marlene raised an eyebrow. "Did Toga really call you a slutty hooker whore?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with a bit of disbelief.

Ochaco's eyes welled up with tears. She couldn't help it; the weight of Toga's words was too much. "Yes... and all I wanted to do was show off my butt and boobies..." she sniffled, wiping her eyes. "Is it okay? Am I wrong for wanting to feel cute and confident? Is it okay to show off?"

Marlene gently placed her hands on Ochaco's shoulders, her touch reassuring. She could see the pain in Ochaco's eyes, the uncertainty about her body and her choices. "Ochaco, listen to me," Marlene began, her tone warm yet firm. "You are never wrong for wanting to feel good about yourself. If showing off your curves and feeling cute makes you happy, then that's all that matters. Toga's words... they don't define you. What matters is your own confidence and how you feel about yourself."

Ochaco bit her lip, her tears slowing as Marlene spoke. She felt something stirring inside her—something soft and comforting. "You really think so?" she asked quietly.