Amber vs Paris

“Let’s get the day started. First up we have Amber of Pallet Town vs Paris of Cianwood City. I don’t know about you but I love these girl on girl matchups,” the commentator Faeton says. You don’t know him, they said he used to be the Pewter City gym leader, but that must’ve been ages ago. The old man licks his lips, “No matter what, we’ll get to see some fun at the end of this one. What a beautiful way to start the day!”

You ignore the old man, focusing on Daisy’s sister across the battlefield. This round of battles increases the team size from 2 to 3. You decide to start with Wartortle. The both of you throw out your first pokemon. Her Seviper appears opposite yours.

The spike flies at your partner, Wartortle uses its defensive shell to let the blow graze off. The crowd’s cheers are deafening, everyone is excited for the day of battles to start. “Water pulse,” you command. It barely misses your snake opponent, it contorting its long body out of the way.

Paris is good, but after seeing her siblings battle it’s not that much of a surprise, it must be genetic, at least to a degree. Seviper’s fangs sink into Wartortle’s arm. You can see the oozing poison leaking from the bite. You and Paris direct the battle, each pokemon taking a few blows. “Aqua tail,” you shout. But when Wartortle moves to attack, if falls over finally succumbing to the poison.

“Looks like Amber is down a pokemon. Will she be able to recover or will she be *going down* on Paris in just a moment?” Not that you’d complain, but you don’t plan on losing to her.

You switch out your pokemon. “A Mightyena from Amber, and it looks fierce. Will it be enough to turn the tide of battle?” Faeton says. You don’t waste any time giving Runt her first set of commands.

Jack was right. Paris’ Seviper uses its reach, Runt’s speed was perfect. She dodges the strikes, a few glancing blows. “Ice fang,” you command and she sinks her fangs into Seviper’s midsection.

The snake pokemon wraps around Runt. She’s unable to escape the hold, so you order her to continue attacking. Its bladed tail slashes at your partner held in its grip. Seviper struggles from Runt’s repeated bites and falls limp, freeing your partner. Runt shakes herself off while Seviper is returned to its ball.

“An Eevee from Paris, let’s see how this match up goes for our two lovely ladies.”

Eevee is fast but Runt is faster. The two run around each other, Runt dodges the incoming swifts. She finally catches up and sinks her icy fangs into the smaller pokemon. “What an unfortunate outcome for Paris, her early lead has vanished. She’s down to her last pokemon.”

You catch Paris shooting Faeton an hateful glance. For the first time since meeting her, Paris reminded you more of Blue than Daisy. The anger in her eyes at Faeton’s commentary. You’ve never seen Daisy get that way, you wonder if she has that same anger inside her.

“First an Eevee, now a Tyrunt. Paris has quite the bag of tricks,” Faeton continues.

“Tyrunt, rock slide,” Paris commands.

“Dodge, and ice fang,” you shout. Runt jumps but the rocks hit, and she’s knocked down. You grumble reaching for your ball, ice fang would’ve been great for taking out the fossil pokemon. Maybe a moonblast from Bellossom.

Then the rocks shift, Runt is still up. She darts full speed at the dino pokemon. Her fangs coated in ice, she manages to bite the opponent. “The Mightyena still has some fight left in it,” Faeton comments.

“Dragon tail,” Paris growls, her frustration shines through her voice. Tyrunt’s tail glows purple, before fading as Runt knocks it out with a final ice fang.

“There we go ladies and gentlemen. Our first match done, and now for the sex we were guaranteed from the start,” Faeton laughs, the crowd cheers along with him.

“Congrats,” she says holding her hand out to you.

“Thanks.”

“So how is this going to go down?” she asks, knowing that the deed needs to be done.

“Let’s put on a great show ladies! Lose the tops,” Faeton shouts.

You see her jaw clench. “Let’s just do it discrete and fast,” you suggest.

“I like that idea, this guy gets under my skin,” Paris laughs, Daisy’s laugh, they really are sisters. You pull her in, kissing her. The crowd cheers, Faeton makes more creepy comments, egging us to go further.

You sat against one of the rocks from the earlier rock slide. You hike up your dress giving Paris the opportunity to kneel. She runs her tongue along your folds. A finger, then two, find their way inside of you. The crowd’s cheers slow, and then Faeton calls out, “Boring! Let’s see some skin ladies. Amber make her strip. Strip! Strip! Strip!” The crowd joins in with his chant.

The swell of the crowd urges you to strip your newfound friend, Daisy’s sister. You try to shut them out, your fingers running through Paris’s hair. The crowd slowly shifts to booing the pair of you.

You can’t focus on the pleasure. “Do you two ladies need a real man to come down there?”

Paris stops what she’s doing between your legs. “This isn’t working. I can barely think straight with the boos,” she says from the ground.

“Yeah, I’m not sure I’ll get there either,” you admit.

“We might just have to give them what they want,” Paris says, before pulling her shirt off over her head.

You smile staring at her chest. Her bra keeps her covered for the moment, but there’s plenty of skin to keep your attention. “I think I can handle that,” you say, dropping to the ground. You kneel by her, your crotch rests against her thigh. You kiss her again, as you reach behind her to get rid of that pesky bra.

“Now, this is what I’m talking about,” Faeton cheers.