Blue: Found the Gym, make a Phone Call

It just so happened that the coffee shop you had breakfast at was rather close to the Pewter City Gym. Which might have been the real reason Melody wanted to go there. Or maybe it really was because she knows a lot of the people working there. Or both? Could be both.

When you reach the Gym you and Melody go your separate ways. Saying that she needs to make a registration for her challenge. She gives you a wink and a smile, saying “I’ll be looking for you in the audience Blue.” before heading towards the gym. You watch the pregnant MILF walk away, enjoying the sight of her bountiful ass as she walks away.

Fuck, you have barely known this WOMAN for an hour, and you already have blue balls!

You know simply challenging her would probably be a fool’s errand. You don’t know how much older than you she was, or how much longer she has been a Pokemon Trainer than you. But the simple fact that she was pregnant AND traveling alone told you that she at least thought she could take care of herself. She was also confident enough to approach men that she didn’t know. She HAD been the one to introduce herself first after all. You’re honestly a little impressed, and turned on, by her audacity.

So, challenging her was not the way to go. But seduction, that could work. After all, when she hadn’t been shoving her face full of food, she had been checking you out almost as much as you had her.

Oh yeah, you were going to fuck her, eventually.

Well, you found the Pokemon Gym. But you weren’t actually interested in challenging it right now. You have four Pokemon and the only one that would be very useful is Bellsprout. Ok, if you counted your Nidoran that would be two. But if your loss taught you anything, it is that you need to get some training in.

You REFUSE to be humiliated like that again!

But you do want to at least check out the schedule. Maybe you can even get some tickets? After all, Melody did say she would be ‘looking for you’. But that will be later.

You look around for some place to sit down. Finding an open bench you take a seat, pull out your Poke Gear and look at the time. 8:30 a.m., Gramps should be up by now. Selecting him from your contacts you send him a request to start a video call.

It doesn’t take long for him to pick up. Gramps still has some bed hair, but he is awake at least. “Blue, how are you doing, where are you my boy?”

You hated it when he called you boy. “Pewter City, I’m doing…” How WERE you doing? “Fine, I guess. Exhausted but fine.”

“Pewter City, already?!” Gramps does seem surprised by this. But you supposed he has reason to be. You hadn’t planned to be in Pewter City yet either. “What are you doing in Pewter City already? I would have thought you would still be in Viridian City or running around Viridian Forest.”

Yeah, that had been your plan as well, except. “Yeah, well Amber was apparently DONE with the forest and wanted to reach Pewter City asap.”

When you mention Amber Gramps' expression changes to a bit, he looks almost guarded. “She isn’t, with you at the moment?”

You aren’t sure why that should matter, but you answer him. “No, I left her at the Pokemon Center to get some fresh air.”

This seems to surprise your grandpa. “Wait, are you traveling together!?” Now he seems almost, excited? Which was strange. While Gramps never seemed to dislike Amber and her mom Madison, he never really seemed to like them that much either. “How many times have you battled her? Did you win!?”

Ok, this was getting a little weird. Sure, you expected Gramps to at least pretend to care about your progress, but that wasn’t what he was really asking. He was asking about you and Amber. Something was up. “We have fought once, and I won.”

Grampa’s enthusiasm calmed down a little bit, and he coughed a little bit. “Ah yes, very good Blue. You’ll have her registered under you in no time!”

What? “I’m sorry, what?” Ok, now you KNOW something is going on. “Grandpa what the fuck are you talking about!?” Amber was your business, not HIS. “What goes on between me and Amber is MY business.” Amber already WAS yours! Grandpa’s insinuation that she wasn’t almost made your blood boil.

“Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry. Give me a moment to explain.” You see him reach off screen and grab a cup of steaming hot coffee. He takes a sip and gives a contented sigh. “Ah, that’s better. Tell me Blue, what do you remember about submission requirements?”

Submission requirements, why bring that up? “A female trainer must lose multiple battles to the same trainer. As she continues losing, she can be placed under more and more severe restrictions.”

Gramps gives you a smile “Correct, Blue. You always were the smart one.” You don’t have a comment for that. All he was doing was stating the obvious. You were the smart one. “Now, how many stages are there?”

Why was Grandpa wasting your time with these stupid and pointless questions? Practically nobody gets registered, the requirements are too high. But you roll your eyes and answer the question. “3, there are three stages. Fuck Buddy, Sex Toy, and Sex ****.”

“You are mostly correct my Boy.” You feel your eye twitch when he says ‘Boy’. “But technically there are four stages. The first three are non-permanent while the final stage is Sex **** Permanent.” This was a point of semantics which you weren’t going to argue with Gramps about, but you suppose he had a point. “While Sex **** non-permanent the trainer still gets to keep her Pokemon and Trainer License. But if she becomes a Sex **** Permanent, she loses her Pokemon License, and thus her Pokemon.”

Your patience is running out now, but you avoid yelling at Gramps. You might not like him, but he was rich. The last thing you wanted to do was to cut off the cash flow. “Yes, yes, but what are you getting at, why even bring this up.” Still, if this was just the old man going senile and rambling about useless information you were going to hang up on him.

“Because my Boy, Madison is a Sex **** Permanent.”

For a moment you sit there, stunned, your mind processing the information. Then you start to chuckle, and then to laugh. Soon you are laughing so loud that you are pretty sure you are causing a scene. But you honestly don’t care. “By the Gods!!! That is!!! HAHA!”

You honestly have trouble believing it. You remember being jealous of the perfect little family down the street when you were little. The doting father and his loving wife with their cute little girl! The fucking perfect nuclear family! Something you never had. But in reality, it turns out the perfect little family down the street was in truth a depraved household! Amber wasn’t from a wonderful little family with loving parents that decided to settle down! She was the child of a failed Pokemon Trainer and his even more of a failure of a Sex ****! You are laughing so hard you feel your stomach start to hurt. “I can’t… I can’t breathe!!!”

Grandpa doesn’t seem to find this funny. But how can he NOT find this hilarious?! Growing impatient Gramps asks “Are you done Blue? Got it all out of your system?”

You wheeze as you get your breathing under control. “I think… I think…. I’m ok….” Now while you did find this information hilarious, you also didn’t understand why Gramps was bringing it up, or bringing it up now at least. “But Gramps, I have to ask. Why bring this up now?”

Now Gramps is smiling “Ah, you see. It has to do with his will…” Your laughter finally under control, you dry your eyes as Gramps continues speaking. “You see, Amber’s father knew he was terminally ill, liver cancer, was why he quite traveling.” Damn it Gramps get to the point! “But he didn’t want to set Madison free. So, in his will he had Madison placed in a Trust, a Trust overseen by me.” That was strange, but the pieces were starting to fall into place. “A Trust that is set to transfer to Amber once she earns 3 Badges.”

Ok, that was weird. “But why? Why not just have the Trust transfer when Amber turned 18?” Did Amber even KNOW about any of this? Did she know her Mom was a Sex ****? Oh, sweet Arceus she DIDN’T! Unable to control yourself you start laughing again.

This gets a chuckle out of Gramps. “Oh THAT!” You see him struggling to contain his laughter as well. “You see, Amber’s father was a gambler and a drinker, a heavy drinker. The man didn’t even stop when he was diagnosed with cancer.” You can see his shoulders shake with more silent laughter. “One night, we were drinking and playing cards, and he started a drunken ramble about how his daughter was going to be a Pokemon Champion one day.” Unable to control yourselves you BOTH gave small chuckles at THAT! No way was Amber going to be a Pokemon Champion, she would have to beat you first. “I of course called his bluff, telling him that Amber would probably end up like Madison, a failed trainer and a Sex ****.”

Ok, you are no longer mad at Gramps, you are in fact officially curious. “Ok, so what were the terms of this bet?”

Now Gramps is smiling mischievously, a smile you are told that you inherited. “The terms are a rather simple. If Amber ever becomes registered under somebody, Madison will be treated as if she were registered to me.” You raised a questioning eyebrow at that. Gramps sees your confusion and explains. “I control Madison under a Trust, which means I am responsible for her. But it doesn’t allow me to legally have my way with her.”

Now the pieces started to fall into place you realized something. Gramps simped for Madison. Which was understandable. The first time you masturbated you fantasized about Madison. It must have been **** not being able to act upon his desires. “Ok, so that is how YOU win. But what is the other half of the bet?”

“Oh, that.” Gramps waves his hands dismissively. “If Amber manages to earn 3 Gym Badges without becoming registered underneath somebody, the Trust will transfer to her.” Wait that means Madison would become Amber’s Sex ****. Gramps must be thinking the same thing you are because both of you chuckle a bit at the thought of that. “In the UNLIKELY event that Amber was to become a Pokemon Champion, Madison will officially be freed.”

“So Blue, my Grandson, this is what I ask of you.” Okay, here it comes. “I need you to get Amber registered to you as at least a Fuck Buddy as soon as possible! Preferably your Sex ****, but I understand that might take a while. And don’t try and pretend you aren’t interested. The first thing you did when you got your Pokemon was challenge Amber to a Pokemon Battle” You have nothing to say to that, he is correct after all. “Imagine, not just being able to fuck her when ever you want, but **** her to obey you in all things, to truly possess her.”

Your face turns into what you hope is an unreadable mask, but your mind is a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. “Well Gramps, this has been an interesting call.” Understatement of your life. “You have given me a lot to think about. But I have to go, have to get to training after all. I’ll talk to you later.”

Gramps smiles at you. “All right my Boy, good talk! Keep me updated on your progress!”

You end the call with Gramps and sit on the bench for a moment. You take a sip of your now cold coffee, gulping down the rest of the cold bitter liquid. You have to admit, Gramps gave you a lot to think about, but for some reason something was bothering you about the whole situation.

You weren’t against anything in particular. After all Amber already WAS yours, registering her to you would just be a formality at this point. Besides, you would be doing Gramps a favor. A favor which would let him fuck Madison…

Wait a minute, what WOULD you get out of this? Amber already WAS yours! Whatever was Amber’s was yours by default. If Madison was Amber’s Sex ****, that meant Madison was yours as well. That thought gets your imagination running. Imagine? Both the Mother and Daughter!

Yeah, why should you hand over Madison to Gramps? Wasn’t your fault that he was simping for a slut he couldn’t get. He should have just cut his loses and picked a different target.

Smiling, you look around and see that Melody is no longer in line for Gym Registration. You stand up and start heading over to the Gym and get in the line.

As you wait in line your imagination runs wilds as you start fantasizing what it would be like to have both Amber and Madison. To fuck them, fill them with your seed, watching their bellies grow fat with your children while their breasts swell with milk.

Yeah, FUCK Gramps! It wasn’t your fault he couldn’t get his dick wet without resorting to legal entrapment. But you on the other hand needed no such tricks. Amber already was yours, and through her you saw a path to make Madison yours as well.

You only had to play your cards right.

Author’s Notes: I am (cough) borrowing (cough) the submission requirement plot point from underwealth’s alt-path. To summarize though...

After loosing X number of times (I am choosing 3 since underwealth never actually gave a value) to the same trainer, a Female Trainer can be registered as a "Fuck Buddy". After +4 MORE losses the Female Trainer can be registered as a "Sex Toy". Then after +3 MORE losses the Female Trainer can be registered as a "Sex **** non-permanent". However, the Female Trainer can issue a challenge herself and if she manages to win, she can be unregistered.

However, if while registered the Female Trainer gets pregnant, than she can become a "Sex **** Permanent". Which is what happened to Madison.

Why have I decided to include this? Because with how messed up the PokeSlut world is, I think it is another layer of horribleness that can happen to Female Pokemon Trainers. Or maybe it just scratches a kink that I like to read about.

It was also a lot of fun writing the conversation between Blue and Oak, and how their interests collide, the terms of "the bet", how they BOTH SIMP for Madison. This whole chapter in general was just FUN to write!