Carvanha

Finally not a Magikarp. “A Carvanha, huh?” Blue says while leaning over your newest pokemon partner. He reaches out his hand and the Carvanha quickly reacts biting down on Blue’s hand. “SONUVABITCH!” Blue yells out quickly pulling his hand away. Carvanha is sent flying by the sudden movement, landing by you. Tired from your recent activities, you summon all the strength you have to pull the pokemon into your arms. He nuzzles against your breasts, while shooting Blue an evil eye.

You weren’t sure about him, but anything that hates Blue that much is okay in your book. “Put that thing away, and all your Magikarp too while you’re at it,” Blue orders waving you towards the PC while looking over his bitten hand.

“I’ll see you soon little buddy,” you whisper to Carvanha as you return him to his ball. You do your best to round up all the loose pokeballs from the table. The crowd has started to dissipate with a few stragglers watching and snapping a few final photos. You catch a glimpse of Nurse Joy, she blows you a kiss and mimics a phone with her hand. You deposit your freshly acquired pokemon looking at the rest of your team. “I’ll be back soon,” you confide to the computer before logging off.

A rough pair of hands grab you from behind. A stranger pins you against the wall. “I didn’t get my turn,” he gruffly whispers in your ear, pressing his body against you. You push against his chest, but you are too weak and tired.

“Please leave me alone. It’s over I don’t owe you anything,” you try to say as sternly as you can muster.

The man is pulled off of you. Blue pushing him back, “Did I say you could touch my ****?” Without a second’s hesitation, Blue punches the man squarely in the jaw, knocking him to the floor. For perhaps the first time in your life, you’re relieved that Blue showed up. Then you remember how he had whored you out just moments ago, and the relief fades thinking of the time remaining on the clock. “I’m in charge here. The fish whore is closed, you missed your chance. Now get out of here.” The man scurries backwards before making his way to his feet and sprinting out the door.

“Th-thanks,” you say almost in a whisper.

“Follow me.”

“Where are we going, now?” you ask, trying to stay upright as your legs beg for a rest.

“We’re going to clean you up.” Clean me up? Outside? Shouldn’t you be heading into a room of the pokecenter? Then you see it. A couple trainers are scattered around the area behind the pokecenter. They have hoses in hand as they bathe their team of pokemon.

“Really? Can’t we go to a shower inside?”

Blue glares over his shoulder at you. You gulp, remembering who’s in charge. Blue brings you to an open hose. “Strip,” you are only wearing the mesh top and choker at this point, having never regained your thong. The hose sputters, clearing out the air as a stream of water forms. He turns the hose on you, the cold water hitting your soiled skin. Keeping the water trained on your breasts, he reaches into his bag pulling out a bar of soap and a washcloth. You stare as he holds them out to you. “Do I really need to tell you what to do with those? I knew you were a dirty slut but I figured you at least knew how to clean yourself.” You grab the soap quickly lathering up your body. You quickly wash up, not sure how long Blue will let you ‘shower.’

Blue turns off the hose, he carefully tucks the soap and washcloth into his bag. “Zubat, dry her off,” he says as he releases his pokemon. The Zubat flaps its wings sending gusts of winds to dry you off. “Get dressed,” he points at your clothes pulling your thong from his pocket. After you get dressed, he drags you by the wrist to a secluded spot at the edge of the clearing. “Sit and brush your hair,” he says pulling a brush from his bag, “I’ve got some business to take care of.” You sit and begin brushing your hair, as Blue sits nearby staring at his phone.

Eventually he stands, you stop brushing certain that your much needed reprieve is over. Instead Blue sits next to you before laying down resting his head in your lap. A little surprised, you stare at him holding your arms back. You set the brush down, so you can run your fingers through his hair. He doesn’t say anything, instead just bringing up his phone continuing to browse.

You feel his phone slap fall against your leg and slip off to the ground. Is he asleep? He lays there silently. You look down at him feeling his drool pool on your legs. Should you wake him? Or leave him be? Will he be mad, either way? This is your best chance to rest yourself.

-------------------Author's note-------------------

Thanks to everyone again. I used a random number generator to pick a comment from the last chapter. Congrats, to Daylan. I really liked having everyone make suggestions, so I might try to work it in more in the future. It was great hearing from all of you. And I sincerely hope you enjoy everything still to come.