According to plan.

You throw out your Swanna. “Wow, she’s beautiful,” Rose says as she approaches your pokemon. He glares at Rose.

“He’s actually a boy,” you correct her. Swanna puffs up his feathers satisfied at your correction.

“I’m so sorry and how handsome,” Swanna honks at Rose’s new compliment.

“You want to go for a ride?” you ask.

You watch a rush of excitement sweep across her face. You let out a laugh before climbing on to Swanna’s back. You reach out your hand helping Rose climb on behind you. She wraps her arms around your waist before you tell Swanna to take flight. Rose hugs you tight during the ascent, her breasts pushing against your back.

Swanna levels out circling above the island. Rose loosens her grasp but still holds onto your hips. “It’s so beautiful up here. Look you can see my house,” she points at a grouping of buildings. You can’t tell which one she’s looking at, and you don’t care enough to figure it out.

You look down at the stadium thinking about your victory earlier tonight. Swanna swings over the volcano. You pat Swanna’s neck, signalling him to land. Swanna touches down on a rocky landing near the peak. You hop off, then help Rose down as well. “So why do you want to be a trainer?”

“I, I just want to go on an adventure. I’ve never left the island and this seemed like my best chance,” she says as the two of you take seats next to the craggy cliff of the volcano.

“Plenty of adventure to be had on the mainland. So are you all prepared? Anything you want to ask an expert like myself?” you prompt her trying to lead her into bringing up the forfeits that are sure to come at some point.

“Um, well. I am a bit nervous about losing to any boys,” she says blushing and toying with the hem of her dress. “I’ve never actually,” she pauses looking into your eyes before quickly darting back to her lap,” well you know.” BINGO! Even experienced women tend to be nervous about the forfeits, but a virgin must have a million questions.

“Never?” you ask leaning in close.

“There was a boy one time,” she blushes, “we were making out and he stuck his hand down my pants, but I got nervous and stopped him.”

“Well you won’t be able to stop any male victors,” you say, placing your hand on her thigh. “When they beat you, they’ll take what they want.” You rub her thigh as you continue leaning in closer. “They’ll take your virginity and they’ll do it roughly,” you whisper, your lips almost touching her ear. Your hand slips up her thigh, your fingers finding their way under her dress.

“Rough?” she questions contemplating the image you planted in her sweet innocent head. “What if I can’t handle it? And I just spent all this money on becoming a trainer.” She's spiraling, it’s time to make the move.

You gently caress her face, “I could show you. Give you some pointers that will help you out.”

She stares into your eyes, “You? But you’re a girl. How would that work?”