Applause from Roxanne

As Summer regained consciousness and took deep, panting breaths, trying to come down from the incredible sexual high she'd just experienced she was baffled to hear the sound of someone clapping. Forcing herself to sit up from her prone position, she looked for the source of the applause, and saw Roxanne standing over her, slowing down her clap to a halt as she met Summer's eyes.

"Good show, Summer," Roxanne smiled. "I knew you had it in you."

Summer flushed at the praise, and at what she was being praised for. Had that seriously just all happened? And... why had it felt better than anything she'd ever experienced before? A part of her wanted to curl up in a ball and hide in shame, but another part of her wanted more - wanted to feel that rush of ecstasy again. She suppressed both urges and instead weakly smiled back at her teacher. "Thank you," she said shakily, before pulling herself unsteadily back to her feet, her knees still feeling weak from the earth-shuddering pair of back-to-back orgasms she'd had.

As Summer sheepishly moved to pick up her clothes and began to get dressed, Roxanne turned to Georgia. "Judging by Summer's reaction, you did well too, Georgia," the gym leader said, causing Summer to blush even brighter; she was relieved her face was currently hidden by her shirt as she pulled it on over her head. "Good technique with your tongue can definitely help... expedite forfeits, when you're on the losing end," Roxanne continued, again talking about the ridiculously erotic activities that the girls had just taken part in as if they were merely academic in nature, praising Georgia's pussy-eating skills as if she was praising her arithmetic. "But you need to work on being honest with your body," the teacher added. "Again, in a public battle, playing to the crowd is important, and even in a more isolated scenario, appealing to the person you are submitting to can often yield a more pleasurable experience."

"What are you saying?!" Georgia snapped, getting up from her knees as her face burned red with fury. "That I should have pretended to like it more when she had her pervy hands on me?!"

A hush fell over the classroom; nobody talked back to a teacher like that at the Rustboro Trainer's School, let alone Roxanne. For her part, however, the gym leader did not raise her voice in response to Georgia; instead, she just smiled wryly. "My dear, we could all see you were enjoying it," she said, drawing a few chuckles from the class, quickly shut down a fierce glare from Georgia. "But you tried to deny it instead of giving in," Roxanne continued. "A few more moans, some begging, and maybe Summer would have let you cum, too. That would have been nice, hmm?" Georgia visibly seethed at her teacher's words, but Roxanne continued undeterred. "And, more to the point, it would have put on a better show for the crowd. In a hypothetical scenario where this was a public tournament rather than a practice battle at school, that could have led to a brand deal or some other kind of opportunity. It is not just the victor of a battle who can achieve those rewards through their forfeit performance - putting on a show in defeat can be just as lucrative." She shrugged. "Just something to think about, if you're serious about becoming a trainer."

Georgia was silent for a few moments, looking down at the floor, before spitting out her response. "Whatever," she snapped. "That's the last time I'm losing, anyway."

Roxanne sighed, but did not offer a response or a sanction for Georgia's behaviour, instead gesturing that she should get dressed as Summer was doing. Once the two girls had regained their modesty, they re-joined the other assembled students, Georgia deliberately standing as far away from Summer as possible. Summer felt a little uncomfortable returning to the crowd after putting on such a display, and couldn't help but notice that the way her classmates were regarding her had changed. They never paid her much attention before as a general rule, but now there was a marked increase in respect as they glanced in her direction, as well as... something else, in the case of a few of the guys. Lust...? That couldn't be good, if that were the case...

"Ok, next pairing," Roxanne said, and picked out a boy and a girl to come to the front for their forfeit.

Summer lost count of how many pairs of students she saw having sex over the course of the remainder of the lesson, Roxanne giving critique to all those who needed it - which seemed to be the majority. Summer barely paid attention to it; after all she'd been through today she was hardly embarrassed by witnessing other people's sexual activities, and any erotic appeal it could have provided paled in comparison to her replaying her encounters with Roxanne and Georgia over and over again in her head. Fuck, she was a mess. Literally, as well as figuratively. She hadn't realised how sweaty she'd got until she'd had to put clothes back on, and her cunt was secreting a different kind of fluid into her panties, too, somehow not having been satiated by the incredible tongue-fucking she'd received earlier. She needed a shower desperately, but she knew that there was still a lunch hour and then two more lessons to go today - pokémon health and nutrition followed by survival skills.

Eventually the bell sounded for the end of the lesson, and Roxanne called for the forfeit currently in progress - the final one - to come to a halt. Jerry, the guy currently pounding his condom-wrapped dick into his beaten opponent's snatch protested indignantly, but Roxanne very casually told him he could get the girl to jerk him off in his own time, but not in her classroom now that the lesson was over. As the students began to file out of the room, however, Roxanne called out to them. "Ah, hold on a moment! I forgot something." Curious, the students stopped in their tracks and turned back to face the gym leader. "New school policy," she said. "As unlicensed trainers, you would normally only be able to command pokémon during our battle practices here. However, the school has decided that giving you practical experience in raising a pokémon would also be beneficial for you, and I am inclined to agree with them."

Summer's heart leapt as she processed Roxanne's words, and she clearly wasn't the only one. "Does this mean what I think it does?" asked another girl, excitedly.

Roxanne smiled. "Indeed." She gestured to the healing machine. "The pokémon you battled with today shall from now on be your assigned partner pokémon while you are attending this school. You may not take them off the school grounds, but they are otherwise yours to command. Go and retrieve them, then head to your lunch break."

There was an excited clamour from the class and Summer felt beyond excited - her very own pokémon partner! And it was to be the adorable, brave Marill that had fought so hard for her against Georgia's Torchic! She felt like crying - this was a very emotionally-draining day and it was only halfway done. Resisting the temptation to burst into overjoyed tears, she waited her turn before approaching the healing machine, finding her Marill's pokéball and retrieving it. "Hey, buddy," she said to the ball, knowing the Marill inside could sense her emotions if not her words. "I'm gonna take good care of you, ok?" She attached the ball to the belt of her shorts and headed out of the classroom to lunch with the other students, practically skipping. Taking care of pokémon and bonding with them was exactly what appealed to her about joining the Pokémon Rangers, and now she'd get to do that with her Marill for the rest of the school year - maybe beyond if the school let them choose their partners as their starter pokémon. The excitement at receiving a pokémon almost enough to banish the thoughts of her erotic acts from earlier out of her mind. Almost...

As the weather was nice today, many of the students decided to spend their lunch break out on the school grounds. Summer was one of them, and for good reason - Georgia's clique generally controlled the school's cafeteria, and she did not want to come up against them after what had happened in the battle lesson. She released her Marill from its pokéball the first chance she got, and offered it pieces of food as she sat on a grassy verge and ate, bonding quickly with the aquatic mouse. She felt a little guilty as she received jealous looks from students in the lower years, who had not received a pokémon partner of their own, but it wasn't enough to dampen her joy in the slightest - everything her new Marill did was so damn cute.

(Set the Scene - Lunch Break. Complication - All is not as it seems. Altered Scene - Normal)

As Summer finished her food, she couldn't help but notice three students from her class walking a short distance away, seemingly talked to each other in hushed, conspiratorial tones. Huh... On a normal day, she would have assumed it was just idle gossip, but... this was the day their class had received pokémon partners. No-one would be spending their time rumour-mongering when they could be bonding with or training their pokémon, would they?

Summer's curiosity got the better of her. "Sorry, Marill," she said, "you're gonna have to go back in your ball for a moment." She returned her pokémon to its capsule, and set off in pursuit of the students, hoping to catch what they were talking about without being spotted.

(There's no stealth stat in Pokeymanz and I feel like both Tactics and Fitness could be used for it. I went with Fitness because it hasn't been used yet and Summer's really good at it. So, Fitness [1d8] roll to remain unseen - Summer rolls a 7 - in a non-battle/contested roll anything above 4 is a success, so, yes, she remains hidden.)

(Topic Focus - What are the students talking about? - Knowledge (Social) - So, it actually is gossip, hilariously.)

(Yes/No (Even) - Does Summer know who the person they are talking about is? - Yes.)

(1d6 roll for who the student is - 1/2 = a friend of Summer's, 3/4 = a jock, 5/6 = Georgia. Result - 3 - a jock.)

Summer managed to sneak in close to the students and listen to what they were saying, as they headed into a secluded part of the school grounds, where the trash cans were kept.

"I'm telling you guys, I'm not bullshitting," insisted one of them, a guy wearing glasses who Summer thought was called Paul.

"You're just upset that you lost to the guy," replied another - Jerry, the guy who had had his forfeit interrupted by the school bell. "And that you didn't get to have sex with one of the girls."

The third of the group, a blonde girl named Megan, smirked. "Must suck to be you. Even I got to sit on Elise's face. All you get to do is jerk off in your room tonight wishing you'd got to be part of the forfeits."

"Careful, Megan," Jerry smirked. "We've got pokémon now; Paul might challenge you to a battle. Hell, I might if he doesn't..."

"Bring it on," Megan taunted in response.

Paul looked frustrated. "I'm being serious," he hissed, bringing his voice back down to the muted level all three of them had been at when Summer had first noticed them. "Warren cheated in our battle, and I know it!"

This caught Summer's attention. Cheating? The mere accusation was incredibly serious, and not thrown around lightly, especially about someone like Warren. Summer had never liked the blonde-haired athlete particularly, but she knew his father was high up on the school board - his son was not someone you made unfounded claims about. She needed to make sure she heard everything - she quietly made her way behind a trash can, getting closer to the group of three without drawing attention to her position.

"Warren's a fucking douchebag," Jerry conceded. "But cheating? Guy's the captain of the basketball team, he wouldn't risk his place."

"And it's not like you have any proof," Megan added.

"But I do!" Paul insisted. "I..." He glanced around, checking to see if anyone was there - Summer made sure to keep well-hidden, and he thankfully didn't seem to notice her. "I was approached by a guy at the school gates last week," he said. "He offered me... ****. **** that would boost my pokémon's abilities."

"What the fuck?!" Megan demanded. "And you didn't tell us this?!"

"Holding out on us, dude," Jerry quipped. "Not cool."

"I didn't take the damn ****!" Paul snapped. "I'm not a fucking moron. But Warren is, and a little later on I saw him talking to the same guy I was approached by. And then we fight and my pokémon's attacks do fucking nothing to his! It's obvious what's happening here!"

Summer tensed up. If this was true, this was incredibly serious indeed. As an aspiring Pokémon Ranger, she couldn't just sit back and do nothing when there could be potential drugging of pokémon going on in the very school she attended. But on the other hand, what could she do? Paul was evidently the only person who had seen Warren approached by this suspicious stranger, and he hardly seemed like a reliable witness, and it was going to take an awful lot of evidence to bring down someone like Warren. And that's if this was even true. She decided she needed to do her own investigating. But first thing was first - getting out of here. She needed Paul and the others to leave, so that she didn't reveal that she'd been eavesdropping.

(Random Event - What Happens: Harm (Mystical). Involving: A Faction (Physical). I guess the students here are a faction that physically exist, and pokémon attacks are all pretty mystical, so...)

Footsteps cut off Summer's thoughts, as well as the discussion between the other students. From the same direction that they had come, a tall blonde-haired boy in a blue tank top and shorts approached, a Trapinch at his side. Warren.

"Ah, uh, h-hi, Warren," said Jerry quickly, trying to play it casual despite the obvious panicked expressions on the faces of both he and his friends. "We were just- AAAGHH!"

At a silent gesture from the taller boy, his Trapinch partner had unleashed a Sand Attack, spraying abrasive grit into the eyes of Jerry and Megan, Paul's glasses the only thing that saved him from the same fate.

"Wh-what the fuck?!" cried Megan, covering her eyes with her hand. "I... I can't fucking see! What the fuck?!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," snarled Warren, and the girl fell immediately silent. He moved, fast as lightning, and grabbed Paul by the scruff of his collar, the smaller boy yelping in panic. "I know what you're talking about," Warren growled. "And if anyone ever comes after me for it... you're dead. All three of you. You got it?!"

His words were gravely serious - while Summer doubted the boy would resort to actual ****, the fate that would await Paul and his friends should they defy him wouldn't be much preferable.

"I-I understand..." babbled Paul. "I-I don't know anything, I swear! P-please, just... just let us go...!"

But Warren shook his head. "Think I need to test you first. Just to see if you're a man of your word, yeah?"

Summer's heart was pounding in her chest. This behaviour from Warren - using pokémon to attack people, threatening their lives - was unacceptable to her - and also pretty much confirmed that Paul's **** theory had been completely on the money. And Summer had a code she followed; she would never abandon people or pokémon in danger. But... did she really want to get mixed up in all this?