Of course!

You find yourself staring at Blue as the two of you exit the lab. The way her chest bounces slightly as she walks, the sway of her ass, her cute face temporarily unmarred by a scowl as she hums happily. Desire quickly builds within you; years of it, pent up from staring at this beautiful girl for all your life. Now that you finally have a chance to unleash it, you can’t resist.

“Blue, let’s go to the creek down that way.” You say, nudging your head in the direction you mean.

Her happy grin fades. “Why would I want to do that? I have a journey to get to, nerd.”

“Because I’m challenging you to a battle. And if I win, I doubt you want your forfeit to happen right in front of your grandpa’s lab.”

She stops in her tracks, hesitating for a moment unexpectedly. She quickly shakes that off though, and retorts. “Fine. Let’s go. I’m shocked you even think you have a chance though.” Ignoring her taunt, you turn and made your way down the hill toward the creek you had mentioned. She falls in behind you, staying silent the whole way thankfully. Once you reach your destination beside the shallow creek, she speaks.

“Just to make sure your dumb-ass remembers the rules; you win, you get to have your way with me until you cum. Then you can’t challenge me again for 24 hours.” She barks at you.

“You forgot one thing.” you reply. “I can also take a victory photo or video afterwards, and upload it to my Trainer Profile Page.” Trainer Profile Pages are like a social media platform for trainers and their fans. Trainers will post updates on their Pokémon caught, badges earned, and forfeits claimed. Fans will follow trainers they are cheering for or interested in. Interacting with fans and building a following is something most trainers aspire to do, no matter how new to the scene. After the site became so popular, its become league regulation that female trainers that lose have to let a “victory photo” be taken, usually a post-forfeit photo.

Blue waves her hand dismissively. “Yeah, that too. If we’re clear, let’s get started. Go, Squirtle!”

“Charmander, I choose you!” What follows is an extremely intense battle… of you and Blue shouting “Scratch” and “Tackle” repeatedly. Truly, an epic start to your journey to mastery. It has to start somewhere.

The two young Pokémon trade blows back and forth, Charmander’s superior attack against Squirtle’s high defense. Eventually it ends up coming down to luck. As Blue’s Squirtle lunges, it slips slightly and misses Charmander by a hair. You make the most of this opportunity, calling out for your Pokémon to finish the job. With one final scratch, this clash of the not-exactly-titans ends. It’s your victory.

You run forward and hug Charmander. “We did it! Great job!” Blue recalls her **** Squirtle, looking shell-shocked. She then stands stock still, staring at you. “Back in the ball now, buddy.” Once your Charmander is safely returned, you stand and approach your prize.

Blue stiffens as you draw closer, but makes no move to run. If she did, and you reported her breaking of regulation, her dream of being a trainer would end on her first day. As you stand in front of her looking downward, she seems surprisingly… meek. No fiery glare or cursing. Maybe she is afraid of you being rougher on her if she pisses you off. And to be honest, your mind sort of wants to be a little cruel, considering the years of insults and jabs. But you had made a promise to your mother, and you don’t really hate Blue anyway. She isn’t a bad person. Just rude, and mostly only to you.

“Hey, Blue?” you say as you reach up to touch her cheek. She flinches slightly before responding. “Mhm?” She seems scared to talk, almost.

“I’m going to take off your shirt now.” She nods and lifts her arms, making it easy to slip her dark blue tank-top off. This reveals her lacy baby-blue bra, hugging her melons snuggly. Lacy? Not really everyday wear, but you suppose today WAS special. She must have dressed up.

Blue’s cheeks start to turn pink quickly as you gaze upon her, her eyes looking everywhere other than yours. You reach out and run your hand down her arms, her smooth skin feeling wonderful against your hands. You just do that for a while, running your hands across her arms, back, stomach… marveling at the smoothness. It’s the first time you have ever had an opportunity like this, and you felt practically mesmerized by her pale flesh.

“Beautiful…” you murmur to yourself. But she hears you all the same, the pink in her cheeks spreading further and deepening to a light red. Your hands finally move to her tits, still covered by her bra, and begin fondling. You could practically hear her fists clenching, and she shut her eyes. After about 30 seconds of this, you reach behind her to undo her bra, only fumbling with it a few times. This reveals her pale orbs to you, and you waste no time filling your hands with them. Her nipples are an adorable shade of pink and already standing hard. You roll your thumbs over them as you grope her, earning a quiet moan in response.

You turn your attention to Blue’s face, now completely flushed and eyes still shut. “Look at me, Blue.” You command. She obeys without a word, her brown eyes meeting yours as you move one hand from her soft breast up to cup her chin. Her eyes widen, and a mix of emotions run through them at lightning speed. Surprise, fear, excitement, lust, resolve… you lean down and lock lips with her, eliciting another moan from the blonde beauty.

Her lips are soft and taste faintly of strawberries. Her breakfast, or some sort of chapstick maybe. You don’t spend too long thinking about it, you simply keep pressing your lips against hers, still groping one of her tits all the while. Eventually you pull off long enough to give her your next order.

“Stick out your tongue.” She complies, and you swiftly reconnect the kiss by pushing your tongue into her mouth. She groans into you as your tongues wrestle, making out fiercely for what could have been minutes or hours. Time doesn’t seem to matter, until the throbbing erection in your pants becomes too much to ignore. You break the kiss, then stare at the girl who had tormented you all your life. She is unrecognizable, panting lewdly with a flushed face and drooping eyelids. It’s time for her to give you release.