"Pay" for the Pokémon.

"Sounds great, mister." You offer the salesman. "Only thing is, I don't have anywhere near ¥‎500." You explain.

It was true. The prize money you recieved from Brock had gone on Pokéballs and supplies before you left Pewter City, and it's not like you'd battled many Trainers to replenish your funds.

"But if this Pokémon's as great as you say, you could always come up to my room and... work out a deal." You hint. You know your suggestion's a hit before the older man even says anything, just from the dazed look on his face.

Taking him by the hand, you lead him to your room.

-

The door's barely closed, and the salesman's chubby hands are diving into the front of your shorts. You squirm a little as you feel the much older man eagerly fingerfuck you. Arceus only knows how long it's been since the poor schlub has been with a woman, any woman.

It isn't long before your shorts hit the floor, putting your ass and tight pussy on full display for him. Pulling you close to him, the chubby salesman makes you fully aware of just how hard his cock is. This actually might be a little fun.

Taking charge, the guy puts a hand in the small of your back, bending you over your bed. Right now you're wearing nothing but a black t-shirt, the hem of it only half covering your fresh tattoo.

"I gotta admit, honeybun, I'm seriously glad you didn't have the ¥‎500." The middle-aged chuckles, fighting with his belt.

With as little tact as he made his earlier pitch, the salesman enters you. In terms of size, he doesn't exactly compare to Blue or Brock, but he does have a certain... enthusiasm. You heard getting a hard cock was an accomplishment of sorts for gents his age, so there was that.

The salesman groans as he buries himself inside you, his hips colliding with your ass.

You wonder what the cute nurse behind the counter would make of this. Her quiet, countryside Pokécenter being turned into a whorehouse of sorts. If the man thrusting away behind you can't keep it down, she very well may find out.

The salesman's careful not to blow his load with you too quickly. He clearly wants his money's worth for such a powerful Pokémon. After a few more moments plowing you from behind, he asks to change positions. You oblige. It's really all the same to you.

The bed creaks as the salesman plops himself down. You have to admit his thinning hair, double-chin and perfume of sweat doesn't exactly do it for you. You've powered through worse in your brief sexual life, however.

Climbing onto the bed with him, you straddle the older man. You see his doughy face contort in delight as you start riding him.

Deciding to give him a show, you whip your t-shirt off over your head. Like always, you enjoy the sensation of being completely and utterly nude.

His hands creep up to your chest, moaning in delight as he mauls your tits.

Given his age and inexperience, it's not surprising that he can't last long with you. After a mere few more minutes of fucking him, you feel the salesman tense up.

"Sweetpea, I'm about to- I'm gonna..." He gasps fitfully. You're quick to leap off his cock.

The old man seems disappointed. Like he expected to be able to cum inside you. As a concillatory measure, you lean over his edging cock and gently finish him off with your hands.

The salesman cries out as he cums, blasting a few spurts of seed onto your breasts. It seemed he was throwing in a pearl necklace alongside your Pokémon, as a freebie.

"Phew!" The salesman rasps, as his cumshot abates. "Kiddo, that was...zzzzzz...." It seems the salesman's been so exhausted by you that he can't help but drift off.

Blinking back sleep yourself, you idly contemplate trying to rouse him, or at least push him off your bed. You'd never budge the fat bastard, though. Instead, you settle for hitting the bed next to him. Worn out from your travels, it doesn't take long for you to drift off to sleep.

Next person you fuck'll be under 30, for sure, you idly thik as you doze off.

-

When you wake, there's only a single trace of the man you spent the night with. (Give or take the odour.)

A Pokéball rests on your bedside table, a note scrawled on the back of a business card.

"Thanks for last night, little lady. I gotta hit the road, but you've more than earned this." It reads.

Out of curiosity, you flip the business card over. Funny, it doesn't have a name. Or an office address. Or a telephone number. Fax... Really, it's just a blank square of card.

You flick the worthless note away, and focus on what you actually did this all for.

A shiver of excitement runs through your naked body as you eye the Pokéball. Your hand's almost shaking as you snatch the white and red container.

What could it be? A Dratini? An Eevee? With the right evolution stones, that could be a versatile companion. Even more fantastical still, an unheard of new Pokémon from a foreign region?

Unable to wait, you toss the ball on the floor, releasing the newest addition to your team.

It's a fish. Reddish-orange scales, golden whiskers and a vacant, gormless expression. It lazily flops on the floor of your room, a literal fish out of water. Your Pokédex identifies it as a Magikarp.

"FUCK!!" You shout, looking down at the useless creature. The entire Pokécenter may not have heard you fuck that swindler, but they certainly hear you lamenting it.