Brock Day

You're back in the forest, and you're alone. Unseen eyes watch you from the trees.

You trip, and you fall into a giant spiderweb. You struggle to escape, but every movement just gets you more trapped. You're restrained and helpless.

Someone speaks from behind you. "They changed the rules," he says. "If a trainer is caught in a web, no challenge is required. We can just take them. As often as we wish."

He pulls down your skirt, moves your panties aside. You feel his thick fingers pressing into you, covered with lube, and you shiver with desire.

It's Karl, who took your forfeit so roughly before the forest. His strong hands grab your thighs, and he thrusts up into you, hard and thick and relentless, and it's fast and rough and absolutely perfect.

You bury your face in Julia's chest as the orgasm builds. You're moaning already, frantic with need, and --

Wait, what?

You open your eyes. It's morning. You're in bed, in the Pewter City Pokecenter, and Julia is smiling down at you. "Sex dream?" she asks.

"Sex dream," you admit sheepishly.

"That was super cute," she tells you.

"No, you're super cute," you retort.

You and Julia wake up slowly together. There's cuddling and affection. You head to the shower and wash each other's bodies, but by silent agreement you keep it above the waist. If you start another round of sex right now, you'll miss breakfast.

"What's your plan for today?" Julia asks over breakfast.

"Brock Day!" you smile. "It's Brock Day! I've been looking forward to this since before I was a trainer!"

You've watched a lot of gym battle videos, especially the forfeits, and Brock is one of your favorite gym leaders. Your desire to impress him with the strength of your pokemon team is warring with your desire to lose to him as many times as possible.

"I'll wish you luck, then!" Julia says. "I'm heading back to the forest, actually -- it's a great place to train Charmeleon. This end of the path will be safer, I think. See you tonight?"

"Tonight!" you agree.

You spend the morning on preparation. You eat a hearty breakfast to keep your energy up. You shave carefully. You don't wear makeup: applying makeup before a forfeit is a fool's mistake, it always gets smeared and looks silly. You wear your best dress, the one Teal lent you, opened all the way in front to show off your cleavage.

You check your messages. Your trainer profile has a video at the top, of Karl bending you over a fallen tree and fucking you hard from behind. There are comments, but you close your phone without reading them.

Okay. Checking your messages wasn't a good idea. But you can do this. You're clean, you're shaved, you're dressed. You're going to challenge Brock and do an absolutely great forfeit on Kanto-wide television.

Or... well. It's always possible you could win.

The Pewter City Gym looks just as you remember it from the videos. Unfortunately you get stuck in the waiting room.

"Yes, sorry, the leader is busy with a challenge at the moment," says the receptionist, who looks a great deal like Nurse Joy. "Please fill out this form and we'll get you a spot as soon as we can!"

You fill out the form as fast as you can manage. List of pokemon? You write in all six. No special gym rules, check. Number of badges, zero. Do you understand that losing this battle could lead to a forfeit, hahahaha, yes, you very much do. You hand the form back and sit down next to a male trainer who eyes you with curiosity.

"Hi!" he says. "My name's Ed! No badges yet! I like your cleavage!"

"Thanks!" you answer. It's always nice to get compliments. "My name's Hazel, no badges! Want to feel my boobs?"

"I think I'd like more than that!" Ed grins. "Challenge!"

What? They can challenge in the gym waiting room? You check with Receptionist Joy for confirmation, and she shrugs and points to a painted circle on the floor. Sure enough, it looks like challenges are a thing here.

You're honestly a bit irritated. Normally challenges are great, but you'd wanted to keep your pussy fresh for Brock. And you'd also wanted to keep your team fresh. If you have to use one or the other, you reason that it's best to fight.

"Squirtle!" you call.

"Diglett!" answers Ed.

"Go Squirtle go!" you cheer.

Ed calls a few moves at his pokemon, but Squirtle makes short work of it. Ed follows with something called Sandshrew, but Squirtle targets it with a water jet and it drops quickly.

"Good job, Squirtle!" you congratulate your pokemon. It's taken a few hits, but should still be okay for a fight.

"Um," says Ed. "Here's your prize." Your phone makes a happy chirping noise as he pays you. "...Can I still feel your tits?"

"Yeah, sure," you shrug. You're still a bit annoyed with your fellow trainer, but that's no reason to turn down getting your breasts rubbed.

It's about two minutes later that Joy calls Ed over. "It's your turn!" she tells him.

"Um. I... withdraw for today," Ed admits. Not surprising, since you did wipe out his whole team.

"Next is... Hazel?" Joy calls. And you head through the door to the arena.