A fateful phone call

"You bastard! Take us back!" You demand urgently.

Or rather, that's what you try to say, but what you actually say is "You bastard! Take us ba-haaaaaah!" because the dildo that's still lodged in your asshole decided on this moment to answer the call of gravity and suddenly slither its way out, completely outside of your control. It plonks down onto the dusty ground below with a small thud.

Your sore, gaped asshole feels like it wants to close up, but it's going to take more than a few moments... That dildo has really loosened it up.

"Sorry sweet-cheeks, but Teleport is a one-way trip." Blue is smirking at you, but also seems more jovial all of a sudden, slightly... Lighter, more playful and less evil. Is that because you're no longer with Misty, or because he's recently orgasmed? Either way, it's a little jarring.

Under normal circumstances, you would have snapped 'Don't call me sweet-cheeks' at him, but considering that he spent most of the last half hour calling you nothing but 'cunt', this is actually an improvement.

Still, it's very frustrating to be back at the start of the tunnel that it had taken you essentially an entire day to trek through. Blue, the bastard, has essentially just cost you 24 hours... And probably cost you a travelling companion too.

Although... Considering how unreliable Misty turned out to be, that might end up being for the better. Still, you wish you hadn't been **** to part on such horrible terms. What must she think of you?!

"Why did you take me back here, you dickhead?!" You snarl at the awful man who just treated you and Misty so poorly, the salty and bitter taste of his spunk mixed with Misty's ass still heavy on your tongue.

"Isn't that obvious?" He asks, almost offended.

He takes out his phone, and swipes down... And then taps on an audio recording.

"We battle," Blue can be heard saying, "if you win, like you said, I give up my win over the Cerulean slut. I don't get to fuck her, and I don't get to fuck you either. But if I win, I fuck her, then you, and then... You let me fuck your mom."

He fasts forward 20 seconds.

"Ok, Blue," your solemn recorded voice clearly states. "I accept your deal. Hope you're ready to head back to Pallet Town with nothing."

"...Oh."

Oh shit. He means the phone call to your mother to arrange for the last part of your forfeit. He wants you to do that now. You couldn't have done it from inside Rock Tunnel, because you had no signal.

A breeze runs past you and makes you shiver, and you realize for the first time that you're not only completely naked, but now outside in the daylight, where any passerby can see you. You squeak and cover your nipples with one arm, and cup your pussy with the other.

"Oh come off it, Amber, I've already seen it all." Blue rolls his eyes.

At least he used your real name for once.

"You're not the only person who could see me out here, you idiot!" You scowl.

Blue just smirks. "Didn't take you for the self-conscious, embarrassed type, considering what you tend to wear on a day-to-day basis."

"Fuck you."

Blue raises his eyebrows. "You really want to be like that? Considering I'm gonna be deciding how best to fuck up your mom in a few days?"

You sigh, and relent. "No. I guess not."

"That's what I thought. Now be a good little slut and get Madison on your phone already. Otherwise I WILL report you to the League."

You groan, but there's little point in stalling anyway. This has to happen sooner or later. The only reason to wait would be so that you can get some new clothes before you video call your mother, but to be honest... if she sees you naked and covered in cum and spit... It actually might play better for you. This way, she can see that it's not like you offered her up to spare yourself. You suffered too.

So, after one final look around to check that there's no other hikers in sight, you drop your arm from covering your slop-covered chest, and holding your phone at arm's length, make a call to your mother.

It rings twice, and then there she is on your screen, wearing her favorite yellow apron over her favorite blue dress. She looks so happy to be getting a call from you, her fists clenched in a playful, jubilant pose.

"There's my favorite daughter! You haven't called in- Arceus alive?!" She shrieks those final two words as an expletive as she sees you, naked, exhausted, and clearly recently having had your throat fucked into oblivion.

"Hi mom." You say, awkwardly.

"Amber, what's going on?! Are you in trouble?! Oh my poor girl!" You mother sounds extremely worried.

She knows, of course, that being a female Pokemon trainer has its inevitable lows, and that just how bad it gets tends to be decided by how cruel the men you are defeated by choose to be, but until this moment she was likely able to maintain a fantasy that you hadn't lost a battle since your first, or perhaps that when you had, it had resulted in only the most gentle, loving, respectful lovemaking. However all that has been dashed against the rocks now, as she sees the end result of her daughter having been manhandled and throatfucked in a way that even common prostitutes would refuse to allow.

It's unsurprising that her brain's first logical leap is to the potential reality that you've been illegally assaulted, or are otherwise in danger.

Of course, that's not true, but it is sort of true that you're in trouble, so you can use that to your advantage.

Not that you want to take advantage of your mother, and emotionally **** her into letting Blue fuck her up, but you kind of have **** in the matter, if you want to remain a Pokemon trainer.

"Yes mom, I'm really in trouble." You half-sob. "I'm really sorry mom, I've done something truly terrible, and I'm... I'm... I'm going to get kicked out of the League."

Your mother's face drops. You've never seen her this stricken with despair.

"Nooooo! What?! You can't! They can't! What have you done? There must be a way... Just tell me what's going on, Amber, and I'll help you fix it. I'll do my best, I promise."

You increase the water-works a bit, and start to whimper. "I can't. I can't even say it. I'm sorry. It's not right for me to even say it."

"You can tell me anything, Amber, you know that.. Please. Just let me try to help." Your mother's heart is breaking here. Time to start your explanation.

"I bumped into Blue... You know, Blue from school... And he had beaten this girl, my friend... And he was going to be really rough with her... And I couldn't let that happen. So I tried to offer him a deal, to leave her alone if I could beat him. But the only deal he would take... The only way I could get him to take the bet... Is if I didn't just bet my own body. So I had to bet another woman's body too. And then... Then I lost, mom. So now unless I can get that woman to agree to let Blue do whatever he wants to her until he cums... He can report me to the League, and I'll never be allowed to own a Pokemon again!"

"Oh no Amber, you can't just bet other women's bodies like that... That was a really bad mistake. So have you asked that woman, and she's said no?"

"No, not yet." You push yourself to sob even harder. You hope it doesn't look too fake. You're sad, but not as distraught as you're trying to make out.

"Wait... You... Surely you'd call her first, before you call... me..." She's working it out now. Time to rip off the band-aid.

"Mom, it's you. The person who I bet Blue he could have is you!" And then you wail with mostly fake tears.

Blue watches you from the other side of the phone, shaking his head, clearly unimpressed with your performance.

Your mothers face slowly but surely darkens over a painful 10, perhaps 15 seconds of silence. But finally, she speaks.

"Stop those bullshit Totodile tears." Your mother snaps, audibly and visibly furious.

You're so shocked, and stunned, that you do immediately do as she says, and stop crying. This is not what you expected. You expected her to be shocked and a bit nervous, but ultimately relieved that she really did have power to save you. But all you see is fury.

"You nasty, manipulative little bitch. I should have known when you called me looking like a two-Pokedollar hooker that something like this was up. Emotional ****, really?! That's how you're going to sell your mother's body to that asshole Blue?!"

Blue mockingly looks offended from off-screen, mouthing 'Who, me?'

"Mom, what? I-"

"SHUT UP." Your mother snaps, and you immediately shut up. "You bet my body because you KNEW that I would do anything to help you achieve your dream of being a successful Pokemon trainer. No, don't deny it. You knew. That's bad enough, exploiting my dedication to seeing you succeed. That's disappointing enough. But what's really pissed me off is that you didn't have the fucking respect to just call me up and tell me straight what you've done, and what you needed from me. No, you had to go this twisted, manipulative route of emotional ****, pretending that you had no intention of actually asking me to do it. Trying to engineer a scenario where you reluctantly allow me to save your career, against your better judgement. Well fuck that. No way, Miss Manipulative. I'm not having it."

"Mom, I... Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to manipulate you."

"Yes you did."

Yes, you did. But there's a mental block preventing you from admitting that right now. You can't admit out loud to being manipulative, especially about something as dark as this. It feels like you'd essentially being admitting to being an awful person. And you don't want to think of yourself as an awful person, never mind have everyone else know that you agree with them that you're an awful person.

"Look, mom, I'm sorry." That's the best you can do right now. "I need this. I really need this. I'm sorry. But... You're right. It's true. I do want to ask you... To beg you... To do this for me. I'm really sorry. I hate to ask. But I am asking now."

Your mother shakes her head.

"Not good enough."

You catch a lump in your throat. Your mother's really saying no?! You actually can't believe it. This is how your career as a Pokemon trainer is going to end?! Already?!

"Mom, please!" You beg again. "Please." You stare desperately into her eyes, but her face is still dark and furious.

"Apology not accepted." She states sharply. "If you want me to do this, you're going to have to come here, IN PERSON, with that dickhead friend of yours, and apologize properly. You'd better spend the time it takes you to get back here thinking about exactly what you want to say to me when you get here. And then maybe, MAYBE I'll consider it, if I've calmed down enough, and your apology is good enough."

A ray of hope. No, more than a ray. Your mom is definitely going to save you. But she just needs to cool off, and feel like you appreciate her sacrifice enough. That's no problem at all.

"Blue, you're there, aren't you." You mother calls through the phone.

Blue smirks, and steps around to your side. Smiling a pleasant, warm, amicable smile, he waves at the woman he intends to defile through your phone.

"Hi Madison." He says, ever so sweetly. "I hope you're well."

Your mother ignores him. "Blue, my daughter has some penance to perform, if she is to earn my forgiveness, and you get what you want, when you arrive back here. So, I think you both have good reason to make her suffer on your journey back home. Now tell me, when she bet my body, did you first suggest a **** contract, and she declined it?"

Your mother hangs open. Your mother apparently knows you better than you know yourself.

"As a matter of fact she did!" Blue chirps back.

"I knew it. Well then, here's my terms. You'll both head straight back to Pallet Town, but for the duration of the journey, Amber will be your ****."

"Mom, no please, he'll break me!" You plead desperately.

Your mother raises a hand. "I haven't finished. She'll be your partial ****. I want her to suffer, yes, but I've heard what you can do to women who have an extended period of absence with you and your cock. Yes, don't be so surprised, I know I'm old, but I still hear the gossip and the rumors. So the rule is, she's your external-only ****. You can do whatever you want to her, and order her to do whatever you want to you or herself, but only on the outside. The inside of her mouth, vagina and ass are off-limits."

Blue raises his eyebrows, looking both incredulous and extremely amused. "Err... Okay!"

"Mom!" You whimper. This is still going to be hell, even if he's not allowed to turn your asshole inside-out.

Your mother just narrows her eyes. "You seriously want me to let that bitch-breaker near my body? INSIDE my body? Then you'll show me just how serious you are by submitting to him first. Otherwise, I'm out."

You sniff. "I... I understand."

What else can you do?! This is literally the only way you can remain a Pokemon trainer. You are 100% sure that Blue will report you to the League if you don't follow through on letting him fuck your mom, and he has audio evidence of your bet.

"I have a lot of friends around Kanto." Your mother growls. "A lot of eyes and ears, all around. I'll be asking after you. And if I hear anything that makes it clear that Blue's not treating you like a ****, or that you're not allowing him to, then when you arrive in Pallet Town, the only thing waiting for you will be a man in a suit waiting to confiscate your Pokemon."

"That's so cruel, mom." You whimper.

"More or less cruel than emotionally blackmailing your OWN MOTHER to make her submit herself to most sadistic young man in Kanto?"

You have no good answer to that.

"Where are you now?" She asks.

"Just outside the Cerulean side of Rock Tunnel." Blue answers.

Your mother snorts with vindictive pleasure. "And the way through Saffron is still shut, isn't it. Well then, I guess you should enjoy the next several days. You've got a long way to travel."

And then she terminates the call.