A Plan

You and Julia have an early bedtime and a wonderful evening together. The next day finds you back in the waiting room.

"Hey there!" you tell the trainer next to you. "Nervous about Sabrina?"

He nods uncomfortably.

"You know what'll take your mind off it?" you ask. "Want to play with my tits?"

He does, in fact, want to play with your tits. You sit in his lap and enjoy the moment.

"Trainer Ryan?" calls the receptionist. "Sabrina will see you now!"

Ryan shifts under you, but you're not ready to move yet. "Give us ten more minutes?" you call back. "I think he's a little nervous, yet."

"Y-yeah," Ryan agrees, rubbing your chest in slow circles. "A little nervous, here. Ten minutes?"

You snuggle into his lap. Boob rubs are great. You've never understood why so many people consider them rude.

"Trainer Hazel?" calls the receptionist. "We don't have you on the list right now. Are you sure you don't want to be on the waitlist? We could send you in now, actually!"

"Nope!" you answer. "I'm good!"

You delay Ryan for a solid twenty minutes. You can feel his erection pressing into your butt. He shows no sign of losing interest in your tits. Eventually two more trainers arrive -- a man and a woman. You smile and wave. "Heya!" you call.

"Um," says the man, eyes darting to your chest. "Hello?"

"Hey, there's a bit of a wait, sorry," you say. "It's going to be you first, then Ryan here, then your friend, and I'm going last, if that's okay?"

The receptionist clears her throat. "That's my job, Trainer Hazel. If you could restrict yourself to waiting, like a normal trainer..."

You shrug, which is harder than it sounds with Ryan's hands still on your chest. His fingers keep brushing your nipples -- distracting, but in a good way. "Of course, of course!" you agree. "But does that order work for you?"

Everyone sort of shrugs. "Seems fine to me," the new guy says. "I was worried we'd be going last. The sooner I get this thing out of me, the better..."

You sit back and watch the screen as your plan unfolds.

The new guy has three badges. It's a close match, but his pokemon are stronger than Sabrina's, and the vibrator doesn't stop him from fighting. He fucks her, missionary, after winning. She winds up flushed and gasping, but she doesn't cum.

Perfect.

You send Ryan in. He loses, as you'd suspected. His team looks decent, but the vibrator is too much for him, and his pokemon spend most of the time standing still for lack of orders.

The new guy's girlfriend goes in third, looking nervous. The vibrator hits her hard, but she manages to time it so she's never too distracted to throw a pokemon. She cums in between losing her second and third pokemon, and her fourth pokemon carries her to victory.

Sabrina takes it all. She's been on the vibrator for half an hour by this point, with hardly any break, and every pokemon she loses sends it into high gear for a bit. By the end of Ryan's battle, the leather near her crotch is visibly wet. As she concedes defeat on her third battle, her breath comes hard and fast, and she's not quite managing to stifle her moans.

"Now," you tell the receptionist, and you stride through the door with a big grin.

"Hi again!" you tell Sabrina. "Remember me? Hazel, from yesterday!"

"B-back for more, Hazel?" she says breathily. "I won't be as -- as gentle, this time. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure!" you agree. "And let's make this interesting. You usually turn the vibrators on low, right? And medium for losing a pokemon?"

She nods.

"Let's kick it up a notch. Medium, and high for losing. We'll show each other the strength of our wills!"

"Last time, the low setting broke you," Sabrina says. "Are you sure?"

"Last time, I just wasn't ready," you grin. "Let's do this!"

She pushes the button, and your vibrator erupts with sensation. The gong sounds. You throw your first pokeball, and immediately double over as the vibe goes to work on your clit. "B-blastoise!" you gasp. "Fight!"

Sabrina stands tall as she throws. "Kadabra!" she calls. "I -- I choose you!"

You don't contribute much to the fight. The vibe last time was incredible, but this one is even more. You've always been sensitive down there, and this gym's rules target your greatest weakness. You collapse to your knees; you sit down and squirm; you roll into a fetal position, gasping and moaning. It's been fifteen seconds and you're not sure if you'll last a full minute.

"Kadabra!" Sabrina calls. "Use --" she stops for a moment, overcome by sensation. "Use Psychic!" Her pokemon reacts slowly as she hesitates to call moves, but it moves nonetheless.

Blastoise keeps fighting. Your order to it was "fight." Blastoise fights.

You've never been the sort to call specific moves. In honesty, you don't know most of your pokemon's moves. You're not that sort of trainer. They seem like they can figure it out.

You twitch and squirm on the floor, but the vibrator is taped in just the right spot and you can't get away from it. Pleasure overwhelms you, and you cum. When you return to your senses, the fight is still happening. Blastoise is winning.

Sabrina is still standing, but you can see she's having trouble. She keeps bending over, then standing tall again by sheer **** of will. You can hear her moaning softly. You can tell that she hasn't got much left.

"Blastoise!" you call. "Stop fighting!" The giant turtle pokemon turns to you, looking surprised. It stops fighting, though. Kadabra has also stopped; Sabrina seems too distracted to call orders, so it just stands there, barely holding on to consciousness.

You sit on the floor -- you don't think you could stand right now -- and you watch. Sabrina's chest heaves like a bellows as she struggles against the vibrator. Her legs shake. She pulls herself upright -- and then it's too much for her, and her voice rises in a shrill moan, and then another --

"Blastoise!" you call. "Go!"

And the turtle pokemon smashes its hapless opponent, and Sabrina's vibrator shifts to high, and she falls to the floor with a shriek as the orgasm takes her.

One, you count in your head. Two. Three. Your vibrator's taking a toll on you again. Four. Five.

A gong sounds. A voice echoes from the arena speakers. "Sabrina forfeits! The winner: Trainer Hazel!"

You reach down under your skirt and rip the vibrator free. Then you stand, and walk over to Sabrina, still cumming on the arena floor. When she recovers, your foot is resting gently on her chest. "What -- what -- ohh," she whispers. "Congratulations, Hazel. Do you want a forfeit?"

"Yes I do," you answer happily. "Strip, Sabrina."