In The Lab

Professor Oak's lab isn't huge, but it's high-tech. The place is full of mysterious machines and softly blinking lights.

The Professor himself is white-haired but seems physically fit. His gaze lingers on your cleavage as he greets you, but sadly he doesn't take it any farther than that. "Hazel! Welcome!" he says. "Right this way!"

He leads you to a room with three reptile pokemon to choose from. You're fairly sure that your dad's plan called for starting with a pikachu, but you remember that pikachus are yellow, and none of these seem to be that. The red lizard hisses as you try to pet it, and the green frog is hiding under the table, but the blue turtle stands on two legs and reaches up to you with an adorable smile. "I choose you, blue turtle!" you declare. "Squirtle!" it answers.

You try to pick up your new pokemon, but it turns out to be surprisingly heavy, so you bend over to pet it instead. "What a sweet little water monster!" you tell it. "I'm sure we'll be the best of friends."

Someone grabs your ass and squeezes. Yipe! You're not used to being touched there. It hurts, a little, but there's a certain thrill to it, and you're not pulling away. Who's doing that?

You turn and look, and it's -- ugh -- it's Blue Oak. "Guess who else is eighteen today?" he gloats. "That's right, slut! It's me! Blue Oak!"

He hasn't gotten any more charming since turning eighteen.

"Yes, thank you, Blue," you say patiently, moving away from his hand. "Yes, I remember your name. No, I've been eighteen for two months now. No, 'slut' isn't the insult you think it is. If you're here for your first pokemon, you'll have to find a different one. The blue turtle is mine."

"Squirtle!" the turtle tells you again.

"Well," Blue smirks. "I'm not just here to get my Bulbasaur. I'm also here to fuck a bitch!"

"The less I know about your sex life, Blue, the better," you tell him. It's true that men are in demand on the dating scene, but it's hard to imagine who'd be **** enough to lie with this asshole. "Can you please just get on with it?"

"I was just about to, bitch," he snickers. "Bulbasaur! I choose you!" he lays a hand on the green frog possessively. "And... turtle slut! I challenge you!" He points directly at you.

Time stops for a moment as the reality of your situation sinks in. You did sign up to be a trainer. On purpose, even. And you knew what it meant. You were even hoping for it.

But... with Blue Oak? Really?

You can feel your body react as you think about just what he's planning to do to you, if he wins. There's a part of you that would be okay with it, you think. There's a part of you that's getting excited just thinking about it. He's not bad-looking...

But there's more of you that's never sleeping with anyone that calls you "turtle slut".

"Squirtle!" your monster tells Blue reproachfully.

"What's the matter, whore?" Blue taunts. "Meowth got your tongue? Stand up and fight!"

"F-fine, then!" you say. "We'll just crush you! Squirtle! I choose you!"

And battle is joined.