She is Always Prepared

Recalling her Marill to its pokéball and moving with far more care than in her hurried sprint earlier, Summer headed back inside Rusturf Tunnel and made her way to the pile of rubble, looking around for any side-passages or other ways through to the other side. Alas, she couldn't find any. Summer sighed in frustration. There were other routes to Lavaridge Town, of course, but all of them were far longer and less direct, and most involved travel across water due to the Hoenn region's fragmented nature. She supposed that was maybe why Team Magma's apparent goals of combating sea level increases appealed to many people; there may just be such a thing as too much water.

Summer considered her options before deciding that the most straightforward path was still the best one available to her. She was not the kind of girl to be defeated by a bunch of rocks, and besides, she happened to have the right tool for this kind of job.

(Summer uses her 'Always Prepared' edge to have a useful item available).

While stocking up on camping supplies back in Rustboro, Summer had happened to pick up a collapsible shovel, which she now pulled from her bag and extended to full-length; she had questioned her decision to buy the thing immediately after her purchase, but it seemed like it was going to come in useful now. Obviously, in an ideal world, she'd choose to have the shovel be useless and the rockslide not be here, but beggars couldn't be choosers, and the cave-in had allowed her to stop the Team Aqua member making his escape, earning herself... some condoms and a weird guy's phone number. But still, it had been the right thing. Shovel in hand, Summer set to work trying to clear enough of the rubble to be able to climb over to the other side of the tunnel.

Summer was in good shape, exercise being a key part of her training routine to prepare for becoming a Pokémon Ranger, but even so it was hot, backbreaking work to clear the little amount of rocks she managed in the first half hour. Taking a break to sip some water and eat some of her rations, Summer let her pokémon out of their capsules to have some food and exercise. It was only when she had them both out in the open that she realised how stupid she was being. Of course! I'm a pokémon trainer; why am I not letting my pokémon help? She was sure they - well, mainly Aron - would be able to clear the rockslide in no time. Letting her pokémon finish their food, Summer returned Marill to its ball, but left Aron outside. "Ok, buddy, I'm gonna need some help here," she said, before pointing in the direction of the rocks. "Metal Claw!"

(Aron uses Metal Claw [1d6 & 1d8] (Summer rolling Fitness as she helps with her shovel). Rolls 2 & 7 - success.)

Aron's steel-type attacks proved very effective at breaking the larger rocks down into smaller fragments, and made it much easier for Summer and her shovel to clear a path through the cave-in. It still took about an hour, and Summer was still very hot and sweaty by the end of it, but they finally managed to finish the job. "Great job, Aron!" Summer smiled, petting her newest pokémon as she took another long sip of water. Returning the shovel to her bag, Summer gave Aron a few extra treats as a reward, before recalling the steel-type to its ball and clambering through the gap she'd made in the rocks. She got a few scrapes on her arms, but was ultimately able to make it to the other side.

She began to walk the rest of the way towards Verdanturf Town, making sure to send a quick message to Roxanne on her Pokégear to update the gym leader on her progress and let her know about the cave-in so she could notify people to come and deal with it properly. It felt strange messaging her teacher like she was a personal friend - significantly less weird that it had felt making out with her, but still weird.

Finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel, Summer sped up her pace, and eventually stepped, blinking, into the sun. She'd took longer than she'd thought, the sky indicating it was late afternoon already, but she was here at last - Verdanturf Town.

(Set the Scene - Arriving in Verdanturf Town. Complication - An NPC acts suddenly (this is the only one I seem to be getting this session lol). Altered Scene - Altered. Alteration - The environment is different.)

Summer barely had time to take in the notoriously quiet and peaceful community before she heard raised voices, one of them sounding significantly distressed. Summer was tired, but she wouldn't let that stop her investigating trouble - she hurried in the direction of the sounds. What she saw should not have stunned her as a pokémon trainer, but it did - outside of a small building, a green-haired girl of Summer's age was bent over a raised flowerbed, a tall black guy lifting up her skirt and ramming his large cock in and out of her unprotected pussy from behind.

(Art, if it stays up, by seikonsuco2 on rule34)

"Fuck, so tight!" the man grunted as he laid down a vicious spank onto one of the girl's supple asscheeks with his free hand, continuing to thrust in and out of her roughly and showing no signs of slowing down.

"P-please...! No...!" cried the girl, the guy's heavy balls slapping against her soft flesh as he bottomed out inside her again and again.

"You say that, but your body's more honest," the guy smirked. "You're loving every bit of this, you fucking whore."

Summer had had enough experience to know the signs of arousal in another woman; the girl's flushed face and her nipples poking through her top certainly made it clear that on some level her body was getting pleasure from the experience, not to mention the wet sounds and clear juices that leaked from her snatch with every thrust of her assailant's dick. The tears in her eyes and the tone of her voice, however, told a different story; she may be turned on, but she was still very much an unwilling participant in this act.

Summer clenched her fists, but there was nothing she could do; one look at the surrounding area was all it took to see the slight scorch marks on the ground and the discarded pokéballs that indicated a battle had taken place. This girl had clearly lost, and was essentially the other trainer's property until he climaxed. Summer also for the first time noticed the audience for this depravity; there were a few concerned looking citizens of varying ages looking on from a distance, but three people stood closer. Two - a blonde young man and a similar-looking woman that Summer thought could have been brother and sister until she saw the girl's hand stroking the guy's cock through his pants - were stood behind the black guy as he pounded his green-haired victim's cunt into submission, smirking the whole time.

"Hurry it up, Angelo," the woman smirked. "We're waiting for our turn with her."

"I won't let you!" The third of the close-proximity spectators looked fiercely at the blonde couple. "I won't accept such cowardly behaviour!"

Summer had a sudden admiration for the blue-haired young woman, which admittedly she'd already had - she was absolutely stunning. Clad scantily in an orange crop top and tight shorts, her body was toned and lean; she was clearly an impressive athlete, and had a fighter's stance and defiant dark blue eyes that told Summer she wasn't to be messed with in a physical confrontation. That somehow just made her more attractive.

(Art, if it stays up, by comugico on pixiv).

Summer snapped out of ogling the random stranger long enough to see the victorious trainer, Angelo, clench his teeth. "Fuck... gonna cum... gonna knock you up, bitch..."

"P-please not inside!" wailed the green-haired girl. "I-I can't...!"

Angelo ignored her. Throwing his head back and letting out a guttural moan, he unleashed a torrent of seed straight into the poor girl's defenceless tunnel. He continued to fuck her even as he came, pushing his thick, virile cum even further towards her womb with each thrust. Finally spent, he pulled out, semen pouring out of his conquest's slit and onto the grass beneath.

As the girl sank to her knees, her eyes grew even wider and she let out a wail. "N-no... c-can't be... CUMMING!" she squealed, falling to the floor as her pussy spasmed involuntarily, tears still falling down her cheeks even as her body convulsed in pleasure; she hadn't needed to even touch herself, some primal part of her brain forcing her to get off from the idea of being pregnant following the rough fucking she'd received. Angelo and his friends laughed at her cruelly; Summer's grimace deepened.

"Could've saved her pussy for me, man," pouted the blonde guy, as his girlfriend(?) stopped pleasuring his cock with her hand and began to walk towards the fallen female trainer. "Oh well, there's other holes."

"I said I won't let you." The orange-clad fighter stepped between the blonde couple and the quivering girl, pokéball in hand. "I know who you bastards are. You're from Mauville gym; you're staff there, right?"

"We are gym trainers," the blonde woman corrected her, a sharp tone to her voice. "And what's it to you?"

"You're taking advantage," the other girl scowled. "You know this town has a finishing school for rookie trainers." She gestured to the small wooden building that Summer had honestly just assumed was someone's house. "So you come here on your day off for easy wins. This girl's been a trainer for two days and she's just taken way too much **** already - I'm not letting you fucking vultures have her too when you didn't even battle."

Angelo, having zipped his jeans back up, glared at the blue-haired girl before turning to his friends. "I'm gettin' back to Mauville," he said. "Ain't got time for this shit. Shawn, Hayley, you can deal with this yourselves."

The tall man trudged off in the direction of the larger city, leaving his cohorts to continue their argument with the athlete. "Who are you," asked the blonde guy, Shawn, " to get in our way, huh?"

The girl gave a determined smile. "Cora of Verdanturf Town. Guardian of justice, defender of the weak." She struck an exaggerated pose that even Summer had to admit was somewhat comical.

The blonde couple laughed at her. "And you're gonna, what? Battle us?" asked Hayley.

"If you have no available pokémon, you can't challenge this girl and claim an unearned forfeit," said Cora. "So yeah. I'm gonna battle you. It's not the fault of rookie trainers that they still have potential while you guys have settled for being a gym leader's lackeys; I won't let you take out your pathetic jealousy on her!"

The two gym trainers glared at Cora. Clearly she had struck a nerve. "Alright, fine," snapped the guy. "An extra cunt to use suits me, anyway. But you challenged both of us, so it'll be a double battle. You think you can take both of us at once, bitch?"

Cora's fierce expression flickered for a moment - Summer realised that the pokéball in her hand was the only one she seemed to have on her. A 2-on-1 battle was a daunting prospect, however skilled this apparent 'guardian of justice' was. Summer knew what she had to do.

"She won't be fighting alone," she said, stepping forward. The gym trainers stared at her in surprise, an emotion which was only matched by Cora herself. Summer pressed forward. "I'm Summer, of Rustboro City," she said, looking at Cora. "And it would be my honour to fight by your side."