Frustration

You wait for long enough that it won't feel like following Blue, and then you head back to the Pokecenter, panties wet, mad with frustration.

It's not even Blue's fault, really -- he's an idiot doing idiot things, and you've always known that. If anything it's your own fault for being out on Route 2 with all your pokemon healthy. You could've headed into the forest and fought harder battles. Or you could've just told the idiot you wanted a 1v1, and then thrown a Rattata.

Losing on purpose just feels wrong, though. You don't think you could do that.

You reach the Pokecenter and head to the lounge. You're not really decent -- your bra is in your pack, your nipples are visible through your shirt, and you're pretty sure there's a wet spot on your shorts. But you need somebody. Anyone, really, if they can avoid calling you a slut for ten minutes.

The lounge is empty, except for Nurse Joy at the counter.

Hmm.

You stroll over to the counter with a sway in your hips, trying to look casual. How do people do this, exactly?

"Heya, babe," you tell Joy, with what you hope is a confident smile. "Do you come here often?"

Joy, for some reason, starts laughing.

Um. Hm.

"That's a nice skirt," you venture, "but it would look even better on, um, my bedroom floor."

Joy shrieks and laughs harder. She's turning red.

You remember there's a reason you don't usually ask people out.

"Okay, I guess it's not really a bedroom," you admit. "My... room? My hotel room? My... pokeroom? Is that what they call it here?"

Tears of laughter roll down Joy's cheeks. "That was... so cute! So stupid and so cute! Like a kitten that thinks it's sexy!"

She shakes her head. "No. No, sorry, you're too young for me. And please never hit on anyone like that again. Never never never." She starts laughing again.

"O-okay," you mumble. "I guess I'll... be going now."

It would've been nice if the shame and humiliation had cooled you down a little, but honestly you think you're more aroused than before. One more kink you apparently have.

Anyway, you climb the stairs and head for your room. If you're this turned on, you should be able to masturbate, at least.

"There she is!" a woman's voice says. "Hazel, right?"

You turn. It's Rob and Susan, from Route Two, freshly showered and wearing towels. "You were right!" Susan says. "The shower was amazing!" She walks right up and pulls you into a hug.

It's a really good hug. Susan is shorter than you, and still warm from the showers, and her boobs press against your chest like giant fluffy pillows. She rests her head on your cleavage for a moment.

Rob comes up behind her. His towel is around his waist, showing off his chest. Something about his muscles catches your attention. He lays a gentle hand on Susan's shoulder.

You can't help but notice that Susan is wearing a collar.

"Hazel!" Rob says. "Sorry we didn't talk much earlier. Fighting bug types is no fun. Want to step into our room so we can get properly introduced?"

You nod. "Yeah," you say, staring at Rob's naked chest. "Yeah, I'd be into that!"

Their room is sized for two people, including a double sized bed, but otherwise is identical to your own. Rob takes a seat on the edge of the bed, and Susan snuggles up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. You... remain standing, somewhat awkwardly. After what just happened with Joy, maybe you shouldn't try to flirt.

"Susan and I met in Cerulean City," Rob says. "I saved her from a challenge. We made a deal there."

"He takes care of me," Susan says. "Finds me good pokemon, helps me fight them, protects me from challenges. I wear his collar. And in exchange, he gets... whatever he wants."

You nod. You'd hate a deal like that -- you want to catch pokemon on your own, and you don't want anyone "protecting" you from challengers. But you can see why Susan might like it. And the sex does sound nice.

Rob strokes Susan's shoulder affectionately, then pulls her towel down and wraps his hand around her breast. She smiles and snuggles in.

"We talked," Rob says. "Susan would be happy to have a female friend. And I wouldn't mind a second pet. It would be no trouble, really -- I'm already taking one trainer along the easy routes. I could take you, as well."

Susan pats Rob's other knee invitingly. "You don't have to decide now. But if you're losing as many challenges as you said, a deal like this could help you get your feet under you."

"And we both think you're super cute," Rob adds with a grin.

"No deal," you tell Rob, pulling your shirt off. "Not now, not ever. I'll stand on my own, and I'll forfeit as many times as I can while doing that."

Rob coughs. "You mean, you'll forfeit as many times as you need to?" His eyes follow your chest as you step out of your clothes. Susan's do too, you note.

"I said what I said," you grin. "No deal. No powerleveling." You snuggle naked into Rob's lap, on the other side from Susan. You grab his hand and place it on your boob. "But you can still do what you want with me. Tonight, at least. Imagine it's a forfeit?"

Rob looks at Susan. Susan nods happily. "Tonight, then," he grins.