No, someone wants to speak with you.

As you walk down the well-trodden dirt path from the lab back towards the main part of town, you pull out your Pokédex to see if the video you had uploaded to your TPP had caught anyone’s notice. Sure enough, a few dozen people have liked the video already and several comments have been left. Most of the users you recognize as people from Pallet Town who, like Blue had said, will be following your TPPs closely to support the both of you. You see a couple you don’t recognize though, possibly people just browsing the ‘Rookie Trainer’ section of the site. You read through some of the comments posted below.

Knew you could do it! Nice work! - @HardlyTom33

Guess she was just talk, huh? Grats bro. - @Rick_the_dick

Can’t believe you were that lenient. She should have a red ass and overflowing pussy for how mean she’s been to you! - @Penelope_Douglas

You are a little surprised at how much support you’re getting. Blue is nice to mostly everyone but you, and you tend to be pretty reserved around people, so you thought everyone would be siding with her. You scroll through a few more comments, before stopping at one that sends a chill down your spine.

Oh dear. So it begins. - @Daisy_Oak

You practically drop your Pokédex in your panic. Daisy has seen it. Daisy, Blue’s older sister, and one of the nicest people you have ever met. Though you aren’t too sure if she’s going to stay nice now… You gulp and continue walking into town, praying you don’t bump into Daisy, praying you make it to Route 1 unnoticed.

As you walk through the center of town, several people wave or call out to you. A few even cheer, congratulating you on your first victory. The attention makes you a bit uncomfortable, but this is something you need to get used to if you really want to become Champion. Gym battles and tournaments are all done in front of crowds AND broadcast on TV, so publicity comes with the territory if you succeed as a trainer. You do your best to respond, but you’re in a hurry, so you keep moving swiftly. Everyone lets you go, probably assuming you’re in a rush to get your journey started properly.

You reach the edge of town with no sign of Daisy, but the obstacle you are dreading most has come into view. The Oak family home, sitting on the edge of town, right next to the exit that leads to Route 1.

It’s the biggest building in town, a 3 floored log cabin surrounded by a lovingly tended garden. A porch wraps around two sides of the house, and a second-floor balcony sits directly above it. And sitting on said balcony, having been watching the road you came, is Daisy Oak. She stares down at you and you flinch, looking to the ground to avoid eye contact. You attempt to power-walk quickly by, but are stopped by her sweet voice calling down to you.

“Red, wait there. I want to have a word with you.” Daisy says.

“Wh-what about?” you stutter out.

“Just wait there. I’ll come down and let you in. Then we can chat.” Daisy turns away and enters her home to come meet you. The thought of running crosses your mind, but you decide to meet your fate head on. You may be shy, but you’re no coward!

After a brief wait, the front door opens and Daisy steps out. Despite being 4 years older than you and Blue, you wouldn’t be surprised if some people mistook her for Blue’s YOUNGER sister, given her appearance. She is smaller than Blue in every way; 2 inches shorter, slimmer, a cup size smaller bust, she just has a generally more dainty look to her. Her hair is honey-blonde rather than Blue’s sandy, and her eyes are a crystal clear blue rather than brown. Currently she wears a light green shirt with extremely short sleeves and billowy white pants that flow down to her ankles. She smiles at you warmly, beckoning you inside.

“Come in, I’ll get you something to drink.” Well, at least she doesn’t SEEM to be plotting your demise. You take a deep breath and head inside.

You’ve been here plenty of times before, but the place never fails to impress you. Polished hardwood floors, lovely photos hung up all around, a beautiful rug, it’s extremely fancy in a rustic way. Daisy leads you to the kitchen/dining area and motions toward a seat. After hearing a few options, you ask for a simple glass of water. Daisy pours it, places it in front of you, and then proceeds to sit directly next to you. You sip your water and wait for her to speak.

“So, are you excited to finally be a trainer?” She smiles at you again.

“D-definitely. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.” You do your best to smile back.

“I know, I’m really happy for you! Ooh, what starter did you pick?”

“Charmander.” You’re struggling to speak, you’re so nervous.

“Then I suppose Blue took Squirtle?” You nod, and Daisy chuckles. “Of course she did. Of course…” Daisy pauses for a brief moment, smiling to herself, before speaking again.

“And then you two battled, I assume?” Her voice is still gentle and sweet.

“…sorry.” Your voice was barely a whisper.

She looks at you in confusion, and then with concern. “Oh, honey, you don’t think I’m mad at you, do you?” She seems genuinely surprised.

“Uh, well, I… aren’t you?” You stammer. She shakes her head, the gentle look returning to her angelic features as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“No, Red. I’m not angry. I knew this was a possibility, an inevitability even. You didn’t do anything wrong, anyway. You won, so you claimed your prize. This is how it works, I know that. Even if I'm not a trainer, I know how the world works, we all do.” Her calming hand begins to rub down your back.

“You… saw the video. Of Blue, after I, uh…”

“Came all over her? Yes, I did.” You don’t respond, so she continues. “Mother, Grandfather, and I have been prepared for this for years, ever since Blue decided she wanted to become a trainer. No matter how good she turns out, there will be times where she loses. She may bite off more than she can chew, or get challenged by someone much more experienced, or just get plain unlucky. However it happens, she has to deal with the consequences and push onward, like any aspiring female trainer has too.”

You’re starting to calm down a bit. Daisy genuinely doesn’t seem upset, and her hand on your back is quite soothing. You listen to her lovely voice as she keeps talking.

“And to be honest… Well don’t take this the wrong way, but I agree with some of the others who commented. I was surprised at how… tame your first forfeit was. With how rude she is to you, I was worried it was going to be more… brutal. So, thank you Red.” She reaches her other hand out to yours and gives it a squeeze.

You frown at her words. “You thought I would be ‘brutal’?”

“No no, I wasn’t expecting you to be. I simply… would not have blamed you if you had been. I was just worried, as her sister. You understand?” She squeezes your hand again, and you nod in response.

“I am a little disappointed in myself though.” You admit.

“Oh? Why?” Daisy tilts her head at you.

“I, uh… didn’t make her cum.” You start babbling. “I wanted to, but after I finished she said it was over and that it wasn’t any of my business and that if I was a gentleman I would have made her cum first and then she masturbated.” You blurt out.

Daisy raises an eyebrow. “Right in front of you? Really?”

“Oh, no. She waited until I left, but I…”

“Peeped on her?” Daisy smirks. You nod in response, and she giggles. “Naughty, naughty boy!” She says, her face lit up with mirth.

You blush fiercely at her words, but she squeezes your hand yet again. “For the record Red, lots of trainers don’t care at all about their defeated girls’ pleasure, so you’re already a step above.” A humorous tone still fills her voice as she says this, though it is quickly lost with her next sentence, being replaced by a thoughtful tone.

“Red, you don’t really have any experience with women, do you? I don’t mean that in an insulting way, just that you only turned 18 last month, and you don’t socialize too much. So I doubt you have had many opportunities.” She gives you her signature gentle smile, making it clear she isn’t teasing you. Still, you blush even further as you answer.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ve read some things, and watched a few videos on how to make girls feel good, but…”

“You haven’t had any practice.” She finishes for you. “Well then, would you like some?”

For a moment you can’t even answer, you just blink several times. “…what do you mean?” You finally manage to get out.

Her gentle smile slowly turns amorous as she looks at you with her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I mean, you can practice on me. If you want to. Do you?” She asks with feigned innocence.