Misty knows

You're about to leave when Misty grabs your shoulder. "You know, according to the reports, there was some kid with a charmander who wasn't putting out the embers. You wouldn't happen to have a charmander, would you."

With your best poker face, you say, "No." You turn to leave.

Instead of releasing you, Misty pulls you closer. "Really? the description was pretty specific. Spiky hair, purple shirt. I can't imagine many other people look like that."

"Are you accusing me of something?"

"Could I see your last pokemon? You have a third, right."

You sigh, "Alright, fine."

You pull out your pokeball and toss it in the air. As the pokemon come out you shout, "Sweet Kiss!"

Misty doesn't miss a beat and issues her own orders before her lips are sealed. "Wrap!"

You fall to the ground as a tentacool binds your arms and legs. Before you can order confusion, the pokemon blocks your mouth.

Misty struggles with Smoochum, but ultimately frees herself. The gym leader pants as she looks down on you with a blushing grin on her face. "So, you did light the fire. Not only that, but you tried to attack me when I called you out!" She leans forward over you; you can see her erect nipples pressed against her swim suit. "What am I going to do with you?"

Misty straightens up and hooks her thumb in the bottom of her swim suit, pulling it to one side. "I guess I can keep your secret, if you convince me you've learned from this mistake." Misty straddles your head and lowers herself into a squat. Her pussy lips pull apart as she descends. She stops an inch above your face and the tentacool moves its tentacles from your mouth. "Go on, lick it and show me how sorry you are!"