Battle the Bird Catcher.

You consider only briefly the idea of accepting his offer of surrender but your no Pokéslut, and even thought your required to forfeit your body by the unjust laws if you lose that's no reason to just go around giving your body away willingly. Besides, this man is alone, with only one pokémon, if your going to turn down even fights your never going to get anywhere as a trainer. "I'm not surrendering, I'm Challenging you." you say boldly, causing the mans lecherous grin to widen.

"This should be fun." He says as he sends out his only pokémon.

You want to end this quickly before more trainers find you so you send out your Nidoran hoping she can end this battle a singe one of her powerful kicks. Your confident even when you see his fierce looking Fearow leave its ball.

Nidoran tries to hit it the large bird pokémon but the bird simply takes off it flying high up into the air and circles around Nidoran until it sees and opening, then it crashes down on your unprepared pokémon. "Shit!" you curse as you recall your Nidoran and send out Chance.

Chance manages to do much better then your Nidoran, with lighting speed your Rattata collides with the Fearow even as it ascends back up into the air, and when the Fearow plummets back down even thought Chance wasn't looking he is somehow ready for it and manages to avoid the worst of the blow, however the next time Chance tries to strike the Fearow it's ready for him and strikes Chance deftly on the skull with it's beak.

The Brid Catcher must be able to see the look of defeat your feeling on your face since he's smiling as he recalls his Fearow and walks towards you. Then he stops suddenly and looks back over shoulder. "Shit, more trainers." he curses and sure enough when you look past him there are least two silhouettes coming down the path towards Pewter. "I don't feel like sharing you, quick hide in the bushes." he hisses as he drags you off the beaten path.

You heart is beating fast in your chest as you peer thought the bushes trying to spot the approaching trainers. "What are you doing?" you gasp when you feel the Bird Catcher's hands slide up under your shirt.

"Shhh slut or they'll hear you, unless that's what you want." He hisses in your ear as he lifts up your shirt. You bite your lip as he runs his calloused hands up your sides while he slides your shirt over your head. He spends a few moments running his hands up and down your sides and runs a single finger along the small of your back a few times before he slowly unclasps your bra, your not used to being handled so softly and already you can feel yourself getting wet. You watch you bra fall slowly to the forest floor as his hands make there way down to your hips. You let out a very soft moan when the cool morning air hits the damp spot between your legs.

"You don't mind if I film do you?" he whispers in your ear.

You do mind, very much, and you would tell him so if you didn't already hear the feet of the approaching trainers, instead you keep biting hard on your lip to keep from moaning as one of his wandering hands lightly pinches your sensitive nipple. Then you feel what you've been anticipating, a second warmth joins the heat you feel between your legs as the trainer lines himself up with your exposed holes. You feel the tip of his manhood rubbing between your wet and parted pussy lips as the footsteps grow nearer. You let out a little moan and slap your hand over your mouth to silence yourself when suddenly and without warning the Bird Catcher enters you. His warmth feels amazing inside you, and you enjoy it for a moment before you realize he must not be wearing a condom or it wouldn't feel this good. You want to beg him to pull out and put a condom on but you can already see the approaching trainers.

Your ongoing fight with the urge to moan is having only moderate success. Your not sure if your really horny, or this middle aged man is quite good at sex. Regardless of why, the soft pounding your enduring is hitting all the right places, it helps that he's not so hung that it hurts and you can feel yourself tightening around the warmth pushing up inside you as your body enjoys the sex it so desires. Your mind on the other hand is panicking as you wait for the passing trainers to hear the meaty thwapping sound that the Bird Catcher's hips keep making each time they slap against your ass. You duck your head down as the unsuspecting trainers pass right by. You pressing your hand even harder to your mouth to further muffle the little moans you can't help but make as your brought to orgasm at the worst moment possible.

As you try your best to orgasm quietly but you can't believe the passing trainers don't seem to hear you, you can only hope the Bird Catcher will keep from having his own orgasm until you can ask him not to cum inside you, but given how tightly your pussy suddenly bears down on the Bird Catcher dick he can't help but blow his load deep inside you. "No no no no" you think as you feel his warmth shooting up inside you. Your still stifling your orgasm when the Bird Catcher pulls out and without the aid of his hips and gentile trusts to keep you supported your legs quiver and threaten to give out from under you. You know the answer already but you still put a hand between your unsteady legs to confirm he finished inside even as you feel his hot jizz trickling its down your legs.

By the time you steady yourself the Brid Catcher is already dressed and stepping back out on the path "Hey, can you at least help me get to a pokémon center?" You ask after him as he leaves but he never even bothers to look back.