Of course not.

You send your weedle out hopefully, but before you even order it to attack Mankey gives it a single kick and your poor weedle is sent sprawling at your feet. You didn't really think it would work, but you had to try.

"I surrender." you say with a deep sigh.

"YES! three wins in two days, at this rate you will be my **** by the end of week!"

"****?!" you ask worried.

"Holy crap how little did you look into being a trainer before you decided to do this?" Lenny mocks "but incase you don't know, if a female loses to the same trainer seven times he has the rite to claim her as his ****."

"Forever?" you gasp.

"Na just for a year, and there is like a bunch of rules and a chance to get out or something, but I do know if you can knock you up after after I make you my **** then I get to keep you for life!" He tells you as he unbuckles his pants. You really didn't know any of that, your surprised your mother never warned you of the risks, she was a trainer herself after all. You will have to ask her about this the next time you get to call her, but for now you focus on the little 4 inch dick that your already getting sick of seeing.

Lenny is stroking his dick "Kneel down, I want to cum on your face so I can take a nice picture for my trainer-profile." You fight back the urge to cry as you kneel down in front of him. You would rather he fuck you then post another degrading picture for everyone to see, but you know the rules, and if you want to keep being a trainer your going to have to learn to endure this sort of thing since your starting to think submitting yourself to victorious men is going to be a lot more frequent then you originally envisioned.

Your still debating if being a trainer is always going to involve being humiliated this constantly when Lenny blows his hot jizz all over your face. He didn't even touch you yet so it catches you unprepared, you close your eyes too late and can feel a slight burning as his spunk get under your eye lids. You where already watery eyed on on the verge of tears before, and even thought you manage to resisted the urge to cry, your pouting lips and teary eyes will make the distinction negligible to anyone who views the pictures you know Lenny is currently taking of you. Its that image of your face splattered in cum while you weep at a mans feet that breaks you, "Fine, the worlds wants a slut it can have one!" the more Toxic and self defeating side of you says.

You give up on the war not to cry, tears flow openly from your face as you hang your mouth open, you run your hands down your face trying to push all the cum into your hanging mouth. Then you just kneel there, weeping, unable to bring yourself to move, or swallow, or really do anything but sob.

"Fuck me you look sexy like that, that's the picture I am going to post." Lenny says kindly. He probably meant it as a complement given how much Lenny seems to like sluts, but being complemented on how attritive you look while you cry with a open mouth full of cum is not what you needed right now. You slump forward sobbing even harder, you're only half aware of the cum dripping down from your open mouth as you just let go and let your body cry as hard as it wants.

By the time you get yourself together you feel like you have been crying forever, at some point Lenny must have given you the towel your now holding, you recognize it as one of the ones from his mothers house but you can't recall when he gave it to you, or when he left. You pull out your Pokédex and check your profile. You knew it was going to be bad, but seeing yourself debased like that is hard to look at the caption above the photo of your weeping cum filled mouth reads "Why I'm a trainer."

You see that there is already 7 likes on the photo, you look at the time and discover you've been crying for over a hour, but still 7 people having hit like already scares you a bit, that like half of everyone you know, and more people probably saw it, like your mom, there is no way she would press like on that, would she?
You scroll up to Blue's first post of you and see it has over 50 likes. "No no no!" You scream.

You can't understand how your profile is getting this much attention, 50 people is more then everyone you've ever met. You wanted to be a famous trainer, but right now you look even to yourself to be on the path to being a famous pokéslut. You see your trainer record 0-4 and close your Pokédex angrily not wanting to see any more.