Post Nut Clarity

Your day had been both physically and emotionally draining and being fucked and proposed to by Blue simply added onto your physical and mental exhaustion. Which is why shortly after your mutual climaxes you and Blue both fell asleep, cuddling on the couch together.

When you eventually wake up, you find yourself alone on the couch, a blanket draped over your body. Looking around you don’t see Blue anywhere, nor do you hear him in the bathroom. Looks like he got up before you, again. And left you alone in the room, again. “Well, what did you expect Amber?” You stand up on shaky legs. “This is Blue after all.” You stand up and start heading to the bathroom. “He’s probably already out looking for his next conquest.” You try to ignore the sticky feeling between your legs, but as you start walking you find it impossible to ignore the excess cum that starts dripping out of your pussy.

As you get into the shower and start cleaning yourself off you ask yourself. “I wonder how many women Blue has slept with?” While Blue was the first person you had sex with, you aren’t naïve enough to believe that you were his first. There is no way Blue would have been able to do what he does to your body if he had been a virgin the first time he fucked you. You try to clear your mind, to stop thinking about Blue for at least a few minutes. But you find it impossible to not think about him.

Blue proposed to you! Blue Oak PROPOSED to you! If you weren’t currently trying to wash his cum out of your abused pussy you would think that yesterday had been a dream. But it wasn’t, Blue has proposed to you, and as you were in the middle of an orgasm you answered yes. Did you mean it, did Blue mean it? What if he changed his mind? WHY did he propose in the first place!? None of this made any sense to you?

As you got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself, you leave the bathroom, and find Blue waiting for you patiently. “You hungry? I got breakfast and coffee.”

Ok, so that answered the question of WHERE Blue went. Any other thoughts are silenced by the rumbling in your stomach, reminding you that you skipped dinner yesterday. Well, no sense in turning down Blue’s offer. “Thanks…”

For a few minuets the two of you simply sit there, the two of you eating and drinking in relative silence. But eventually you can’t stand the silence anymore and have to ask him. “Why?”

“Why what?” He’s fucking smirking at you. He finds this fucking funny!

What do you think Blue? “Why did you ask me to marry you?”

Blue’s response is to shrug and say. “It seemed like a good solution.”

Ok, that was a weird response. “A solution to what?”

“Our problems.”

Wait, what? “What do you mean OUR problems?” This causes Blue to go still, his face going blank. “What do is going on Blue?”

POV Blue

SHIT! You hadn’t meant to let that part slip. Ok, no problem. You just have to be careful to not tell Amber too much. After all, if you were to tell Amber everything there is no telling what she would do. You don’t know what Gramps will do if he finds out you told her everything. For all you know, Gramps put some clause into The Will just for this exact scenario. Maybe that was why he waited until now to tell you…? There is just too much that you don’t know. Best to play it safe.

“Hello, earth to Blue. You gonna tell me what is bothering you?” Shit, focus. Ok, you can do this. You just have to be careful.

“I spoke to Gramps yesterday.” No need to hide that from Amber, besides the more truthful you were to her, the less she would examine the lies you did tell her.

“Oh, did you have a fight or something.”

“No, nothing like that…”

“Ok, so what’s the matter Blue?” she pauses to chuckle to herself for a moment before continuing. “If you expect me to marry you Blue we need to learn to talk to each other. So, what’s going on?”

Well, that was good news. You had been a little worried that Amber might have don’t a complete 180 in the morning. Still, this means she expected some kind of answer. “Gramps asked me if I had registered you yet.”

She looks at you, seemingly not understanding what you had said. “What, like in your contacts or something?”

You resist the urge to call her an idiot. “No, like my Sex **** or Fuck Buddy.” Best to play nice, you WERE trying to seduce her after all. Amber continues looking at you in confusion, so you elaborate. “Gramps asked me if I had registered you as my Sex **** yet.”

“What does that even mean?”

For a moment you can only stare at her in shock. Amber doesn’t know! Sweet Arceus HOW does she not know this? “How do you not know about this? This information is in the Trainer Exams?!” Calm down Blue, you can’t be calling Amber an idiot. Out loud anyway.

You might not have said anything, but Amber must be getting better at reading your expression, or maybe you just couldn’t hide what you were thinking. “I don’t know!? Ask your Grandfather, He was my examiner!”

That, both explained things but also worried you. “That is, strange…” It wasn’t strange! Gramps purposefully made sure Amber DIDN’T know!? What else had he hidden from her. How much thought had he put into this? You take a deep breath, before speaking. Carful now, Gramps had been waiting for this for a at least a decade. You have to be careful. If you were in Gramps’ position, you would have contingencies for things like this. You can’t tip Gramps off that you are working against him.

“Ok, so how to explain this…?” There shouldn’t be anything wrong with telling her this. You just have to not let her figure out how this relates to Madison. “So, you know what happens when you lose a Pokemon Battle right?” Amber nods along, not knowing where you are going with this but curious. “Do you know what happens if you lose multiple times to the same trainer?” Focus on her, make Amber think this is all about her.

“Beyond what happens usually?” She shacks her head. “What else could happen?”

Oh, Amber, sweet, beautiful, sexy, unimaginative, stupid Amber. You have no idea. “If you lose to the same trainer three times in a row, you can be legally registered to the winning trainer as their Fuck Buddy.”

That got her attention. “What?” That’s it Amber, be confused. That makes things easier. “What does that even mean?”

You give Amber a concerned look, hoping it will make her feel like she can trust that you on her side. Technically you were, just not for the reasons she would assume. “Well, if you were registered as somebody’s Fuck Buddy, they wouldn’t have to defeat you in a Pokémon Battle if they wanted sex. They just have to arrange a time and place to meet up.”

“THAT’S BULLSHIT!” Good, she was angry. “And Oak asked if you had…” She is pacing around now, obviously angry. “Why would he ask that?!”

You give a shrug. “I might have told him that we were traveling together.” Nothing wrong in telling Amber that bit either. After all, you expect her to tell Madison that you were traveling together. Oh, you should make sure to be there when Amber tells Madison that she is pregnant. You want to see the look on her face. You are curious to see how she would react.

Still angry, but calmed down somewhat, Amber sits down on the chair. “What was that other thing you said, Sex ****?” She is trying to hide it, but you can hear a tremor of fear in her voice. Good, if she is scared Amber is likely to accept any solution you provide. You just have to sell it to her.

“Sex ****. Although we are getting ahead of ourselves.” Amber’s eyes widen and you can practically hear her thinking ‘wait, it gets worse?’. “Once you are registered as a Fuck Buddy, if you lose four more consecutive battles you can be registered as their Sex Toy.”

Amber is gripping the couch cushion now, trying to stay still but you can see she is starting to shake. “And what happens if I am,” she pauses before forcing the words out. “a Sex Toy.”

You take a few steps towards her, trying to sound sympathetic and comforting. “As when being a Fuck Buddy, they can arrange a time and place to have sex with you when ever they want. But unlike with Fuck Buddy they are allowed to use sex toys, bondage items, clamps, spanking, light BDSM stuff. They also have some say on what you wear, with some limits.”

Amber’s next question comes out almost as a whisper. “What happens next.”

You sit down next to Amber, but don’t touch her. “If you lose three more consecutive battles, you will be registered as Sex **** non-permanent.” She doesn’t look at you, simply staring at the ground, but her eyes go wide when you say non-permanent. “At that point they can make you get tattoos, walk around naked, order you to have sex with others, do almost anything as long as it doesn’t cause serious harm.”

Now Amber looks at you, and you can almost smell the fear coming off her. “You said, non-permanent. So, that means I could get out of it…”

“Well sure, but you would have to defeat them in a Pokémon Battle…” You leave the implication unsaid. If she had already lost that many consecutive battles, there would be little chance of winning her freedom. Not waiting for her to ask you continue your explanation. “Then there is Sex **** Permanent.”

For a moment the two of you simply sit there in silence. For a moment you consider waiting until Amber asks the question. Part of you finds the idea of making her ask humorous. But you are trying to gain her trust, better to play nice. “You become someone’s Sex **** permanent if at ANY time while registered you become pregnant.”

That gets a reaction from Amber, causing her to look at you in terror while placing a hand upon her stomach. “Don’t worry, you have to be registered BEFORE becoming pregnant. It doesn’t work retroactively.”

That calms her down a little, but you can still see that she is worried, and thinking. You let her sit in silence for a while. It doesn’t take her long to ask you “And Professor Oak asked if you had registered me?”

“Yes.” Which was the truth. No need to go into the rest of the conversation with Gramps. That wouldn’t be a lie, just an omission.

Amber looks you over a bit, and when she speaks her voice is guarded. Not a good sign, but not unexpected. “So, if you beat me in three Pokemon Battles, I would have to be your Fuck Buddy?”

“Two, I already beat you once.” This upsets her, but you can’t help that. It was the truth. “But Henry would only have to beat you two more times as well.” That gets a reaction from Amber. She had forgotten about Henry.

“Blue?” Amber looks at you, not begging yet, but you can tell she feels ****, is starting to panic. “How do I stop this?”

You resist the impulse to say, be a better Pokémon Trainer. That would be counterproductive to your goal. Instead, you give her your most comforting smile and take her hands into yours while gazing into her eyes. “I have been thinking about that very issue for a while.” Honestly, only a few hours. But an exaggeration also technically wasn’t a lie either. “If WE get married, you can’t be registered as anyone’s Fuck Buddy.” You make sure to emphasis WE. Convince her that she needs you for this. Which she honestly did. Who else is she going to marry, a random stranger?

Amber POV

Why hadn’t Professor Oak told you about this! He was your examiner; he was the one who was in charge of your Pokémon Trainer education. Blue knew all of this, why didn’t you!? Blue didn’t have to worry about becoming someone’s Sex ****!

Why hadn’t Mom told you any of this!?

Fuck why? Why, why, why, why, why?

Your body is shacking now, your body and mind a flood of conflicting emotions. Anger, betrayal, fear, frustration, confusion, a mix of all of these and even more.

Then you feel Blue’s arms wrap around you and pull you into a hug. He puts your head against his chest and you can hear his heart beat and you start to calm down. You aren’t sure how long you sit there, listening to his heartbeat, his arms wrapped around you, his hands in your hair. It is comforting actually. Except it is Blue.

Blue, of all the people in the world who ended up trying to help you, it had to be Blue. You had to learn about all of this from Blue! The absurdity of the situation was enough to make you cry a little. Thankfully Blue didn’t make any smart-ass remakes as you cries silently into his shirt. Which you found strange.

This whole situation was strange. Why ask you to marry him? You had been with Blue for weeks, giving him plenty of time to challenge you to other Pokémon Battles, to make you his Fuck Buddy. Or worse. But he didn’t. Why?

“Why?”

The hand Blue is using to stroke your hair stops when you ask him, responding to your question with one of his own. “Why what?”

“Why didn’t you challenge me?” He didn’t have to tell you any of this. He could have defeated you and registered you as his Fuck Buddy, and you wouldn’t have known how much danger you were in until it was too late. Why?

Blue doesn’t answer immediately, and when he does answer he surprises you. “I don’t know who my father is.”

Ok, you were NOT expecting that. But you don’t say anything, letting him continue.

“While I don’t know who he is, I have always had an idea as to what he might be like.” You tilt your head up to look at his face, and see that Blue is seemingly staring at nothing, a far off look on his face. “But when Gramps asked me if I had registered you, it made me think of my father. I thought; this would be something that HE would have done.” Then Blue does look at you and you see a rare look of vulnerability in his eyes. “I don’t want to be anything like that man.”

You are not sure what to think about Blue’s… statement? You had never thought about Blue’s parents before, or his lack of parents. You hadn’t meet either of them and nobody ever spoke of them. Which was strange. But a few things were starting to fall into place.

His proposal now makes a lot more sense. Blue didn’t know his father, and he didn’t want to be like his father. In a strange way it was a relief to find out Blue’s reasoning. After all, what other possibility was there? That he actually had romantic feelings for you? The very thought was so funny that you couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit.

“What’s funny?”

Ok, you can’t tell Blue that you were laughing at him. He does seem to be acting polite, the least you can do is return the favor. “Just thinking about how ridiculous this is.” You move to sit on his lap, getting comfortable, and lay your head on his shoulder. This was all right, you could get used to this…

You are the one to break the silence. “So, you were serious when you asked me to marry you.”

“Yes.”

Ok, that might have been a stupid question. But this was such a WEIRD situation. “So, how do we do...” Very fucking weird. “What do we do now?”

“We grab a witness, go downtown, and sign a few papers.”

That wasn’t the most romantic marriage you could think of. But you suppose this wasn’t really about romance, it was about practicality. You wonder if this how your parents got married. Was this why your parents got married? A part of you always assumed they met, fell in love, and then got married. The classic fairytale story. But you realize that your Mom had never actually told you how your parents got married. She almost never talked about her time as a Pokémon Trainer, and when you could get details out of her she was always sparse on the details.

Oh well, you suppose that is just ANOTHER thing you will have to ask Mom when you get around to calling her. Which you were going to do, eventually, maybe… Later.

“So, we need to grab a witness?” Thinking on it you did have Melody’s contact information. “I think I know somebody.”

Author's Notes: Ok, this took a while to write but I like it. I wasn't sure if at first if I wanted Amber to be all 'no, lets wait' or just get THIS over with. I decided that I would just get it over with. I got other things to do! Gym Battles, Mount Moon, sexy fun times! Giving Blue a crazy stalker! Oh, giving Blue a Harem!

Fuck, maybe I should just start a story with BLUE as the Main Character instead of Amber? LOL! Make Blue a full on Harem Hentai Protagonist.