Outside Saffron (Jack POV)

You underestimated how easily it would be to forget about such a big event. You were so wrapped up in gyms, training, and A. It would’ve sucked to miss the Rookie Tournament because you were hunting Vulpix, that you didn’t even find. Luckily, A has your back. All you need to do is make it to Saffron to make the short flight over to Celadon. You put your phone away, you’ll have to find a good way to thank her for signing you up.

You’re making good time, you’re probably walking faster than normal, just from excitement. You’re about to participate in the Rookie Tournament. Luckily the flight services are staying open late, probably anticipating people trying to get to Celadon. You pause when you smell it. That distinctive smell of fire, the heat radiating from your right. The Vulpix! Checking your phone, you should have the time to take a quick detour. You push past the treeline, and finally see the horde of Vulpix you came looking for.

You grab Sandygast’s ball, throwing him into the clearing. You’re shocked when an Eevee also appears in the clearing. Across the way you see a man in a maroon jacket walking out of the forest. He’s probably going to challenge you when this is all done, but one problem at a time. You shout commands to Sandygast, getting her to lash out against the vulpine swarm. Sand tomb starts hitting the Vulpix that stand and fight, most of the horde taking their chance to escape. A few stragglers stay behind to defend the escaping masses. Half are concerned with Sandygast while the others square off against the other trainer’s Eevee.

One after another the wild Vulpix are taken out. You try to finish the encounter as soon as possible. If you’re lucky you can catch the Vulpix and get out of there before the other trainer has a chance to challenge you. You’ve whittled down the opposing pokemon’s numbers. You throw a ball from your bag, the Vulpix being pulled into it. You look over and unfortunately, the other trainer is keeping the same pace. You hear his ball ding mere moments before your own echoes the ding.

“Awesome! We both caught one,” he says as he approaches. At arm’s reach he holds out a closed fist. Now that he’s closer you can see that he isn’t actually wearing a shirt, his abs shining through the gap in his open jacket. A would love this, if John and Yuruki are any indicator she has a thing for muscles. You’re fit, but comparing yourself to them your flat stomach starts to feel like not enough. You have started to focus on some ab workouts, hoping to impress A. You shake yourself out of the train of thought, shit he probably thinks you were checking him out. You give him the fist bump he was looking for. “Look when I win our battle,” you roll your eyes, he already is assuming he’ll beat you, “we’ll have to be quick about the rest. I’ve got a flight to catch.”

“I’ve got a flight to catch too, so I’ll make it super quick by just beating you,” you reach for Phantump’s ball.

“Oh cool, so just a 1v1 since we’re both in a hurry?” he says tossing his ball up and down in his hand. “You going to the Tournament?”

“Sounds good to me,” you respond knowing that you don’t want to miss your flight. You pause before answering his second question, “Yea I’m going to the Tournament.”

“Awesome, then we can just screw on the ride,” he states throwing out an Aron. You frown for a second thinking of this big lug fucking you on your flight, but you push that thought away cause clearly you aren’t about to lose to a boy who can’t even find a shirt.

You throw out your partner. “Phantump use will-o-wisp,” you ignore his proposal giving your first command.

“Oh dude, watch out little guy. You got to dodge that kind of stuff,” he talks to his Aron. “Let’s try out metal claw.” The Aron claws at Phantump doing a good deal of damage. You need to watch out for that. You and Phantump get into sync as you give orders, the Aron following the opposing orders. With the exchange of blows and Phantump’s occasional healing from draining the enemy, you feel like you’re close to a victory. “Oh shit, little dude I almost forgot. Use the earthquake,” he casually commanded.

You feel the whole area shake under your feet as the Aron stomps on the ground. Phantump is knocked about by the vibrations, and when everything settles down she’s on the ground. You’re stunned, you had the victory in the bag and then he pulled out a last minute come back. You glare at him as he approaches, “I thought you were actually going to beat me for a bit. Luckily for the both of us you didn’t.” Yea, ‘lucky’ for the both of us. You roll your eyes as he pulls you in for a kiss. “Alright we don’t want to miss this flight, sweet thing,” he says wrapping his arm around your shoulder, his hand hanging down groping at your chest.

The two of you keep walking to Saffron. “So what’s your name, sweetie?” he finally asks after a good 20 minutes of silent groping.

You don’t really want to talk to him but there isn’t much chance to escape it. “Jack,” is all the more information you give him.

“Ah, dope, I’m Douglas. Your hair is awesome, it’s so long,” he says letting go of your breast to grab your hair. “This must’ve taken ages to grow out,” he comments letting your long locks run through his fingers.

“You’d think so,” you let slip, forgetting that you were trying to avoid conversation.

“Yea, I would,” he says not pushing the issue any further. Well, looks like the conversation is still going to be avoided. He guides you through the streets of Saffron, switching between groping your chest and ass.

He lets go for a bit when you reach the flight station to allow you to pull up your ticket on your phone. He shows his and follows you to the carriage. The array of Pidgeot sit on the roof, ready to carry the bus load of people to Celadon. You take a seat. “Nuh uh,” he says standing over you, “I think you’ll start off on your knees.” You scowl at him, you had hoped that he would’ve forgotten about the whole ordeal. You look around at the crowded bus of people. Great, a full audience.