Propose a compromise

"What happened, bro?" Bo taunts the defeated Baz.

"Slut got lucky." Baz mopes. "This sucks, man. I really wanted to teach this bitch some manners."

"Well, not everyone can be as awesome as me." Bo croons.

"You mean not everyone can get as lucky as to match up their ground-type against an electric-type." Belle spits.

"Silence, whore." Bo snaps. "Every word out your mouth from now on is going to earn you an extra five spanks."

Belle snarls, but doesn't utter another word.

"Stop right there." You say.

"What? You gonna challenge me with that weak poisoned Charmander, huh?"

"N-not unless I have to." You gulp. "You know there's at least a chance I'd win, right? I'm willing to bet your Sandshrew isn't in perfect health, and one carefully placed flamethrower could end it in one hit."

"There's no way your Charmander knows flamethrower." Bo narrows his eyes with skepticism.

"Maybe I'm bluffing, maybe I'm not." You bluff. "But if I challenge you, you'll have to find out, and potentially leave here with blue balls. Or, we could come to a compromise."

"What sort of compromise?" Bo asks.

"The sort of compromise where you still get to **** Belle and treat her like the slut she is..." You choose your words carefully, to try and keep him onside. "...But also one that leaves her anal cherry unsullied."

"Why would I do that? Just because of the 1% chance that you can beat me?" Bo jeers.

"No... But because if you agree to my proposal... I'll let you do it to me to." Bo looks a little interested, but also very skeptical.

"And I'll let Baz join in." You add.

Baz suddenly looks very interested. "We should at least hear her out." He says enthusastically.

"Picture the scene." You say with an energetic gesture of your hands. "Belle and I both, bend over obediently, asses facing you. Underwear pulled down, spreading our assholes for you, begging to buttfucked."

"But we don't actually buttfuck you?" Bo says, evidently unimpressed.

"You don't actually buttfuck us. But you get both of us, acting like total sluts for you. While you, um, do your thing, taking in the view of our perfect asses jiggling for you."

"Just wank? I want some action!" Bo shakes his head. It doesn't seem like he's going for this.

"You can cum all over our butts! You can call us whatever names you want! You can tell us what to call ourselves, or whatever you want us to say, and we'll say it for you." You offer desperately. You really don't want to offer anything more intimate with these gross losers.

"Your own personal live porn stars!" You conclude, trying to make it sound super-desirable.

"Or I just fuck your friend in the ass, and then challenge you, and make you drink the cum out of her ass." Bo shrugs. "I don't think you realize how much power I have here."

"We'll let you film it!" Belle blurts out. "We'll let you film the whole thing. The ass jiggling. The self-degradation. Whatever you want us to say. And then the footage is yours to do what you want with it. You'll never get two girls as willing to say whatever you want, and sound like we mean it, ever again."

Baz steps over to Bo, and urgently whispers something in his ear.

Bo grins a wide, evil grin. "You've got yourself a deal, sluts. You let us film you waving and spreading your buttholes at us, saying whatever we tell you to, while we wank over you, and we'll happily leave without touching a hair on your heads. Once we get the footage we want, you're free to go."

You look at Belle nervously.

What has she just gotten you into?