Previously on Oranges to Grapes...

Rosita sets out on her journey with Conner to bring together the "others," during which she discovers he can grow temporary ladders for her to climb, and his favorite food is Kelpsy Berries...

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"Thanks for your business!" the man at the Poke Mart kiosk said as Rosita finalized her purchase. "Hope to see you again soon, and have a nice day!"

"Sure thing," Rosita replied as she waved. She figured that if she was going to continue on her journey with Conner, she'd need to stock up on supplies... especially after she saw the crystal dome over Cortondo. But, Conner had said that the town wasn't a priority right now, and that they'd need to go around. And after the last several times he steered her right, she wasn't going to start questioning him now... at least, not until she'd reach a stopping point.

It wasn't until they made it to the other side of the dome (thankfully without running into those Diademons of a different color) that Rosita saw a certain Pokemon by the path Area Two of the South Province: a stocky canine with beady, black eyes, stout limbs, brown fur coat with a scraggly streak of yellow on top, and a wide muzzle that was half-flashing a mouthful of white, sharp fangs...

...and all those features made Rosita's old emotions flare up: rememberance, regret, realization... and a new one, resolve.

Conner took notice of her expression and asked, "Uh, Rosita? What are you doing?"

"Either one of two things," the caracal answered as she produced one of her newly-purchased Poke Balls, "correcting a long-overdue mistake, or demonstrating what threw myself into dispair before we met!" She then crouched down and prowled behind Maschiff as softly as her paws could take her, until... "Poke Ball, go!"

The ball bopped the rascal Pokemon on its headfur, making it close its eyes in reaction before the red light swallowed it up. After it was completely swallowed up, the ball landed on the ground and wobbled around.

"Wait for it," Rosita said as she held up a finger-bean. "Wait for it..."

But, instead of bursting open and letting her catch escape, something unexpected happened. The ball stopped wobbling, and after a few seconds of nerve-racking stillness, a "thoomp" sound was heard as the button flashed green.

"Wha..." Rosita softly said. "Conner, look. I did it." Her speech steadily increased in volume and happiness as she cheered. "I did it. I did it. I did it! I did it, I did it, I did it! I DID IT!! HAHAHA! I captured a Pokemon in a Poke Ball, and it didn't bust! This is my best moment ever!"

"So, what exactly threw you into dispair before we met," Conner asked, "or was that the long-overdue mistake that needed to be corrected?"

"Yes," Rosita said simply, as she picked up the Poke Ball with her first successful catch. "Anyways, now that I got what I set out for, back to doing what WE set out for."

"Right," Conner agreed, and the both of them continued along the uphill path. Eventually they reached Area One of the West Province, and it was starting to get dark. "Er, maybe we should find somewhere to rest until tomorrow. But, if it helps, we're really close to where we need to be."

"How about over there?" Rosita guessed as she pointed to an alcove in the wall of the mountainside.

"Good eye, Rosita," Conner agreed, and they ducked into the hole to find it open at the top. "Ooh, it even comes with a sunroof! Bonus points!"

"Right. But before I hit the hay," Rosita said with a bit of anxiety in her hushed voice, "there's something else I need to hit first... if you understand the vernacular."

"What are you-" Conner started, but then he connected the dots and said, "Ohh, now I get it. Say no more, I understand completely. But if you really need some privacy, I'll have to cast off my body again."

"Fair enough," the poor caracal reasoned as she started to clench. "But can I at least take you off my shoulder first, please?"

"Good idea," the snail reasoned before he was scooped up and placed on the ground. "Best of luck, and goodnight!"

Rosita then briskly, but carefully hobbled up to a patch of tall grass before Conner burst again. Now that she was completely alone, she could do what she needed to. She quickly unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them before she stepped out of her shoes to take them off, revealing a pair of mint-green panties underneath. She tossed them a little ways away, then squatted down low with her backpack placed next to her, because she would need it later.

"Mrr, gotta go gotta go gotta go..."

Now that she was in position, she finally grabbed the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, exposing her soft, small, adorable kitty-butt, then her arguably-plump vulva before leaving them at mid-thigh. She leaned forward so her sex was pointed as low as possible, placed one paw on the wall of the open cave for balance, and...

Dribble, dribble-dribble... shhhhhhhhhhhh.....

A steady stream of urine poured out of her south-mouth, pooling below her as the soil soaked up as much as it could.

"Ahhh, there we go... that is all right..."

As Rosita's bladder deflated, her tail was automatically raising itself up, and her tailhole was making way for something else to come out. Finally, it opened up, and brown matter was crawling out slowly but surely.

Inside her caracal hind-brain, Rosita was reveling in the act she was commiting out here in the (somewhat) open; exposing her bottom torso, expelling her waste, letting the relief wash over her... but eventually, it all had to stop. Door number one was moist with piddle, and door number two had a thin film of residue... while a sizable puddle stood before a sizeable log.

Before she stood back up, she reached out to her backpack and took out a pack of wet wipes, then pulled one out and folded it up. She dabbed off the yellow from her kitty, then stroked the moist rag over her hole until they were clean. She then hoisted herself up and pulled her panties back on, making her waist decent before leaving the deed and walking up to the other side of the cove. Figuring she could put her shoes back on in the morning, she grabbed her shorts and slipped them back on before sitting down and letting herself doze off to sleep. Because the cove was open, the smell of what she did harmlessly wafted up and away from her as she slept on the soft grass cozily...

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To be continued.