It's a shipwreck

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Town Whore Emilia – Finally, give me my battle!

• Diglett – Weak, Healthy
• Oddish – Weak, Healthy
• Mankey – Weak, Healthy

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VS

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Rich Girl Gina – If I really have to waste my time on a weakling like you…

• Arcanine – Strong, Healthy, Kinda Terrifying
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As you stand in the center of the pool deck, a small crowd has gathered around you and Gina. It must be fairly obvious that something is going to happen, even if your pokemon aren’t out yet.

“Okay Pussyplate, it’s a 6 v 6 battle. Winner has the loser to herself for the whole cruise, just so this joke of a battle will be worth my while.”

“Uhh…” you hesitate. “The whole cruise? Isn’t that kind of a long time?”

“What’s wrong?” she mocks. “I thought you were going to win. If you win then it’s no problem. In fact, you get your own servant. It’s only a problem if you lose. Isn’t worrying about losing something a loser would do?” SHE’S DONE FOR.

“YOU’RE DONE FOR!” you shout. Gina grins as she sends out her first pokemon. It’s an Arcanine. It’s actually pretty big and scary, but you’re sure it doesn’t compare to your determination.

“Well, are we battling or not? I wouldn’t be surprised if I beat all of your pokemon with just this guy. Isn’t that right, Arcanine?” She reaches up, rubbing his back encouragingly. Grr…

“Diglett, I choose you!” You send out your Diglett and waste no time ordering him to use Magnitude. The crowd gasps in surprise as the ground starts to shake, a couple of people losing their balance. You, however, gasp the loudest as you topple to the ground, face down, ass up. The crowd gets a perfect shot of your trashy SLUT panties, eliciting some eager applause and many harsh names being thrown your way. You’re elegant, you swear… Gina, however, stays perfectly upright as she issues her command.

“Stomp.” Arcanine charges forward despite the tremors from Diglett, and promptly bops it into the ground. It doesn’t come back out.

Blinded by indignation, you hop to your feet as you send out Oddish. Gina looks at it blankly for a second, as if there must be something to this puzzle that she’s missing. “Heat Wave,” she says flatly, looking away in disinterest.

A burst of flame erupts on top of Oddish, and it’s back in its pokeball before you can even blink an eye. What is with this dog!? It’s insanely strong! Your only option now is Mankey… You gulp as you feel your fury being extinguished, realizing your only pokemon left won’t even obey your orders.

“G-Go, Mankey!” Gina remains unimpressed, but quickly begins laughing as Mankey climbs up on top of your head and, once again, flips your hair over your face. How the hell are you supposed to put up with this!? How did Master Kim train this thing anyway!? Wait… How DID she train it? She’d probably do something like…

“You fool! Get out there and battle like your life depended on it!” you scream, plucking Mankey from your head and launching it forward. You clear your hair from your eyes to see Mankey fly at the opponent’s Arcanine and deliver a Low Kick to its leg. You’re floored. All you had to do was yell at it, and the thing is trained well enough to fight without commands. The two have a brief scuffle, but eventually Mankey fails to dodge an attack. Gina awaits your next choice, then sighs as she realizes you only had three pokemon.

The crowd applauds, having enjoyed the impromptu entertainment before going back to their earlier activities. Once the crowd clears, you find Gina standing in front of you, looking at you with an ominous grin on her face. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” she says. “Now come with me, loser.”

“My name’s Emilia…” you say, getting dragged along by your wrist.

“Whatever,” she answers.