Dragon Rage - You Win!

There's a split-second in it, but Charmeleon's attack lands first. It throws itself at Wartortle, all its anger and latent savagery going into this one attack; if you weren't sure that your pokémon comprehended how desperately you needed to win this battle before, you're beyond convinced of it now. With no strength left to complete its own attack, Wartortle sinks to the floor, ****, as Charmeleon stands over its fallen body. You've done it. You've won.

"YESSSSS!" you cheer, all of your earlier restraint gone as you run over and hug your Charmeleon, embracing it tightly as relief floods your body and soul. No ass-fucking, no humiliation, and, most importantly, your mom is safe from your rival's clutches. All the guilt you felt about putting her body on the line in the first place without her permission is gone now. You're sure she'd be proud of what you've done here today: winning your toughest battle yet using a combination of strategy and belief in your pokémon, standing up against the oppressive and misogynistic forfeit system, and defending an innocent girl in the process.

"MMMmmmmPPphhhhHHHHHHHH~~~!"

Oh yeah... speaking of the 'innocent' girl. You release Charmeleon from your embrace and look over to see Misty very blatantly cumming yet again, screaming around Daisy's balled-up panties in her mouth as her pussy squirts even more girlcum, adding to the puddle that's already on the floor. Unbelievably she's not even touching her cunt anymore, this third orgasm coming purely from the anal stimulation of the dildo she's fucking her ass on. Or, rather, was fucking her ass on, as she finally now seems to lose her stamina, her sweat-soaked body going limp as she falls off the sex toy and collapses to the floor in an ungainly heap. You stare at her face, her glazed-over eyes looking up at you pathetically as she desperately tries to regain oxygen with ragged breaths. Her pussy finally begins to stop leaking juices, but her mouth makes up for it as she drools around her sister's used panties. I risked all of that... for her? Really?

Still, this doesn't take anything away from the relief you feel, that is now being joined by a second emotion: pride. You've defeated Blue! You've overcome his constant mocking bullying of you, his humiliatingly easy defeat of you back in Pallet Town, his fucking of you that made you question everything you'd set out to do. This was a huge reason for becoming a Pokémon Trainer in the first place, and you've achieved it here today! You pause your celebrations briefly to administer healing items to Charmeleon and the rest of your battle team before returning them to their pokéballs and looking over at Blue, the smug grin he always wore now firmly etched on your own face. You doubt it will go away anytime soon, and neither will the emotional high you're on; you feel like you could achieve absolutely anything right now.

The face of Blue himself is a blank mask. He withdraws his fallen Wartortle, saying absolutely nothing and not once meeting your eyes. He stands there silently for a few more moments, before walking off past you towards the Cerulean City exit to the Tunnel, not even glancing at Misty or going to retrieve the dildo or Daisy's panties. As he rounds a corner out of sight, you feel like you can hear him muttering 'this didn't happen, this didn't happen, this didn't happen' under his breath, again and again, like it's some sort of mantra or religious prayer.

But it did happen. You and your pokémon made it happen. Now it's your turn to stand there silently for a few moments, basking in the phenomenal afterglow of the biggest victory you've ever experienced.

Eventually, Misty pulls herself back up to a seated position. She's a mess of sweat, cum, drool and dirt, but she seems to have regained some of her composure. She spits Daisy's panties out of her mouth and throws them on the ground. "Bleh! Holy shit that was the grossest thing I've ever tasted! Fuuuck! Ew ew EWWWW!" Her ridiculously over-the-top performance does nothing to convince you that she hadn't enjoyed that entire ordeal, but you suppose you should be glad she's at least making the effort to pretend. She slowly pulls herself to her feet and takes a step towards you, wincing in pain from her thoroughly fucked asshole as she does. She looks at you with an embarrassed expression, and you're pretty sure she'd be blushing if her face wasn't so flushed already. "Umm..." she says, sheepishly. "Could you, uh... come over here, please? Walking is, um... not fun..." She looks at the floor in shame.

This girl is unbelievable... you think to yourself, but nevertheless you walk over towards her. When you get close enough the naked girl grips you in a tight hug, pressing her face against your boobs once again. "That was AMAZING AMBER! What a battle! Holy shit you totally wrecked that guy!" Her eyes start to well up with tears again. "And... standing up for me like that... even taking that horrible deal... holy shit that's the nicest thing anything's ever done for me! EVER! Thank you so so much oh my God! I don't think I could have handled his dick in my asshole, and you saved me from that! You saved me!"

Oh, I don't know... I feel like you would've got on just fine, considering the HANDS-FREE ORGASM you just had with a dildo in your ass... You don't say this, obviously. Instead you simply smile at her and say: "You're welcome, Misty. What are friends for?"

This act of friendship and humility seems to be too much for Misty's hero-worship/lust for you to handle, and she looks up at you adoringly; you swear you can actually see hearts in her eyes. It's pretty obvious what she wants you to do and, to be honest, with all the emotions from your victory still swirling around inside you, you want to do it too. You lean in and kiss her, the Gym Leader moaning and melting the second your lips touch hers. She's barely kissing back, just pressing her face into yours, and the total submission she's showing you really turns you on in your current emotional state. You start exploring her mouth with your tongue and running your hands through her hair, the girl closing her eyes and just giving into your every desire, offering absolutely zero resistance.

The make-out session is interrupted by the sound of a phone alert. You pull away from Misty, who gives a meek whine in protest, as you dig your phone out of your pocket, only to find that it has no signal. You look back at Misty. "It must have been yours," you say, and she seems to snap back to her senses somewhat. She staggers over to her clothes and bends over to pull the phone out of her shorts pocket, the view you get of her ass making your panties get a little wet. Are all big victories going to make me this... horny?

Misty successfully finds her phone and checks the message before quickly deleting it; by the look on her face it's clearly from one of her sisters. She studies the phone for a moment before gasping slightly. "Amber, it's really late at night! I had no idea so much time had passed in here! We should probably-" Her eyes go wide. "Oh shit."

"What?" you ask.

"I... I didn't pack a sleeping bag," she groans, looking at the floor. "First no strong pokémon, now this... damn it! Leaving home like this was a stupid idea..."

An idea comes to your win-drunk mind as you look over your shoulder at the sleeping bag you laid out earlier. "So... we only have one sleeping bag between us?" you ask. Misty looks up at you and nods hesitantly. You grin. "Sounds ok to me..."