He Gets Whipped

The moment the two of you step outside, Blue releases his Charmander from the Pokeball. "Alright slut! Get ready to feel a burning sensation between your legs!" Your rival says with a cocky grin on his face.

You give him a deadpan look like you can't believe he just said that. "Are you serious? You just described having an STD!" You say in exasperation.

"Shuddup and whip your Pokemon out. Or surrender and whip your tits out. The result will be the same either way!" He shouts back, apparently unwilling to address implying he had an STD just two seconds ago.

"Fine! But just know that your promise to stay away includes Facebook comments when I tell everyone you have The Clap." You taunt as you send out your Bulbasaur.

The light from the beam hasn't even receded before Blue is issuing his commands. "Charmander, Scratch that ugly toad!" He yells, as the flame Pokemon starts running at it with claws extended.

"You dirty motherfu-- Vine Whip! Aim for the face!" You yell back, Bulbasaur extending its vines and slapping Charmander across the face, going back and forth between each cheek.

Blue snarls at the scene unfolding before him. "Ugh! Stop standing there like a loser! Evade it and use Ember!" The butthead shouts, prompting Charmander to jump back and shoot a baseball sized ball of fire from its mouth.

"Leap over it and use Stun Spore!" You command without missing a beat, causing Bulbasaur to hop over the ball of fire and blast the lizard with a cloud of thick yellow pollen.

Blue watches as his Pokemon starts twitching. "Grr! Burn it away with your Flareththrower!" He orders. When the Pokemon doesn't respond, he yells louder. "I said use Flamethrower!"

Now's your chance! "Bulbasaur, finish it! Use Headbutt!" You scream, nearly bursting with excitement. Bulbasaur charges at the Charmander and before it can shake off its paralysis, Bulbasaur rams into its belly and sends it flying back into Blue.

"We did it!" You cheer and rush up to give your Bulbasaur a big hug, being careful not to smother it to **** with your tits.

"Bulba bulb!" Bulbasaur exclaims with a big grin on its face.

"Grr! That's not fair! A loser like you must have cheated!" Blue growls as he recalls his Charmander and gets to his feet. "There's no way I'd lose to a dumb slut like you!"

"You know, you keep calling me a slut but you're the one who tries to stick it in everything that moves." You comment while petting your Bulbasaur. "And even if I were to enjoy a bit of promiscuity, you're the guy even a slut rejected. What does that make you? An incel?" You counter with a smirk.

"Get out! I've had plenty of sex!" He counters with a wave of his hand. It looks like that struck a nerve.

"Clearly, if you've got the clap." You counter, watching his face go beat red. Now he looks like a Charmander.

"I don't have an STD!" He shouts so loudly that a window opens and Professor Oak sticks his head out.

"Blue my boy, what was that about an STD? I realize I may have forgotten about teaching you the birds and the bees growing up. Get in here and let me tell you about protection." Oak chides him.

"Gramps!" A flustered Blue yells while you fall onto your back in laughter.

Twenty minutes later you're standing on your porch with Bulbasaur riding in a front facing backpack. You've just said your final farewell to your mother and are finally ready to leave for your adventure.