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"Aaanyway," you restart, bringing the conversation right back to where Blue tried to leave it, "So you were there, and you got your Charmander to light the grass around my sweet Bulbasaur on fire! That was close, wasn't it, Blue?" You go silent, staring intently at him until he realizes he's going to have to answer.

He gives a monotone, short "Yeah, it was close," before you continue, "But my Bulbasaur is a smart Pokémon. Knew exactly what I was planning and swung right on top of the rock to dodge Charmander's headbutt! Wasn't that smart, Blue?"

"Yeah, it was smart," he mutters, before quickly adding, "Still, your Bulbasaur's got nothing on my Charmander's raw power. Bet if we had a rematch, I'd wipe the floor with you," finally matching your gaze.

You fake a laugh and say "Are you that **** to lose again, Blue?". Before Blue can answer, your mother perks up and adds, "Oh haha, would you like to lose to my daughter again? I heard she gave you a fun time."

Blue's face betrays his name as he shoots an accusatory glare towards you and splutters, "You to- Yo-"

You challenge his glare with a lazy, almost predatory raise of your brow, as if daring him to break first, and say, "Why wouldn't I tell my mum? Should I have kept it secret? The way I made you lick me out, and you begging me to cum?" He grits his teeth as you make him relive the humiliation he suffered earlier that day, fists clenched on his knees as his eyes swiftly redirect to the rug beneath. "Blue, be serious. If you had your way in that forest, would you have kept it between us? No, Blue, you wouldn't. You're years too early to be going on a Pokémon journey if you get bothered by the details of one small loss, Blue."

Blue scoffs, his bravado back once more, crossing his arms. "Tch. Whatever, Amber. One fluke doesn’t mean anything. Next time, I'll crush you so bad and show you a real 'fun time'!" He shoots a glare at you before finishing, "You got lucky, and you know it."

You lean back in your chair, letting a slow, smug grin spread across your face as you innocently twirl a strand of ebony hair around your finger. "Oh, Blue," you say, each word charged with fake pity, fooling nobody, "a fluke? Is that what we're calling it now? Was it a fluke that sent you to your knees, barking like a Growlithe?" You pause, letting the silence stretch long enough to make him squirm, his face twisting as the memory resurfaces. "If you're so sure you'd crush me next time, why don't you prove it? Oh wait—" You snap your fingers, feigning a sudden realization. "—you can't, can you? Not without that $200 you're practically begging me for. If you really want to lose that badly, you're welcome to challenge me once we reach Cerulean. But it'll cost you, Blue."

Your mother laughs before getting up and walking past Blue. She whispers something into his ear, which seems to make him sit upright. He closes his eyes for a second, then nods, before your mum stretches and says, "Alright, you two, I'm off for the night. Let's not stay up too late. And Amber, if you're going to give the money to Blue, give it sooner rather than later, because you've got to get some sleep too, dear."

You rise from your chair, stretching your arms overhead just enough to let your top ride up, showing a teasing sliver of skin above your shorts. Blue's eyes dart down—caught, then flicked away—and you smirk, knowing you've got him hooked. "Goodnight, Mum," you call sweetly over your shoulder, your voice all honey as she heads upstairs. As you hear her door close, you turn to Blue, the mask you've worn this night taking a third and final face as you prepare for the final act. "And what to do with you, then..." you ask, leaning in over him, your face mere inches from his.

Blue's breath hitches, his hands twitching on his knees as he tries to manifest any shred of composure he can. "L-look, Amber," he stammers, his voice cracking just enough to betray him, cheeks flushed red as he fumbles for words. "I don't know what you're playing at, but I—I just need the damn money, so if you'd just—" His eyes frantically dart around the room, avoiding yours, before you cut him off with a slow, deliberate finger pressed to his lips, silencing his objections.

You keep watching his panicked eyes before simply rebutting, "Remember what I said, Blue. If you want that $200, you're going to have to do a lot more." You straighten up and walk off towards your room before looking at Blue, rooted in his seat. "My room, now," you order, your voice sharp and final, not bothering to wait for his response. You know he'll follow.

The stairs creak faintly under your feet as you climb, your smirk widening with every step. You hear a chair scrape behind you, then hesitant footsteps. You quietly enter your room and leave the door ajar. You sit on your bed and release your Bulbasaur. You leave your Pokéball by the yellow Pikachu clock, which reads 8:47 PM.

You hear Blue taking a deep breath outside your door before slapping what you can only presume to be his cheeks as he enters the room with newfound confidence. He stands in the open door before closing it and saying with a brave face, "You think you’re hot shit, huh? Hand over the $200, or I’ll take it myself—don’t test me, Amber."

You yawn before softly pointing at the floor. "Sit," you say.

Blue thinks for a moment. Then, he lunges out at you, clearly having had enough of your games. "Bulbasaur, use Vine Whip." A loud crack echoes through the night as Blue is **** onto his arse with his hands behind his back.

"What the fu—" he starts, angry, before you kick him across the face with the inside of your foot.

"I told you, Blue. You are going to have to do a lot more if you want this $200. The door is always open; you can leave right now. But when you're in here, my word is law. If you understand that, kneel. Otherwise, leave right now and see how far you make it tomorrow without a potion." You can see the internal battle being waged behind his brown eyes, both pride and desperation wrestling each other into submission. Finally, he kneels, fists clenched on his thighs, before you continue. "I wasn't going to ask for much tonight, Blue. But you've invoked my anger, forcing me to use my Bulbasaur's Vine Whip. Vine Whip is loud, Blue, and if I have to use it again, it will be to bind you."

You sit back down, this time propping your right foot in suspension over your left leg, and give your second order. "Remove your jeans and your underwear, Blue."

Blue's jaw tightens, his breath ragged as he glares up at you, fists trembling on his thighs. "You're a real psycho, you know that?" he spits, voice low and shaky, ripe with deadly venom yet gently laced with a more placid uncertainty he fails to hide. He sighs, "Fine—fucking fine, I'll do it. Just know I won’t forget this, Amber."

Poor choice of words, you think, as he begins to unbuckle his belt and remove his clothes. "Oh, I hope so, Blue."

He doesn't rise to the bait, instead focusing his anger on removing his clothes. His penis limps out, slightly hard—whether from the cold or all your teasing, you don’t know. Once he's finished removing his trousers, you nonchalantly rest your foot at the base of his penis, nestled right between your toes. He looks up at you in disbelief as his dick gets harder. You hold back a laugh and instead begin to weave your twisted little web. "So, Blue," you say, beginning to raise your foot slowly up the length of his shaft, locking eyes with him as you talk in a slow, sultry voice, "my problem is that I don’t actually have that much money." You squeeze the head of his penis with your toes before dragging it slowly back down. "And as a female traveling in the wild, even if I can beat you, it's a lot safer for me to avoid trainers. So I can't make money like you can."

Blue looks down at your foot, but you pause, your toes stilling against his shaft. In one swift motion, you lean forward and slap him hard across the face, the crack slicing through the room. His head jerks, eyes wide with shock, frozen like prey in your grip. "Eyes up, Blue," you purr, voice low and venomous, locking his gaze with yours. "You look at me when I’m talking—or I’ll make you wish you had."

He looks back up, defiance flickering in his eyes, tangled with a raw mix of lust and confusion, before you resume your ministrations on his cock. "So, Blue," you say, voice a slow, mocking drawl as you drag your toes up his length, "I’m feeling generous—how about I toss you this $200 today, hmm? Call it a little investment in my favorite dog. By the time we hit Cerulean, you’ll owe me $2400—cash or otherwise, your choice." Blue opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he can object. "Don’t whimper about it now; you’re in no position to haggle."

His breath hitches, body tensing as your toes curl around his head, teasing him closer. You feel the twitch, the telltale shudder—he’s right there—and you pull your foot back, planting it firm on his thigh. "Oh, no, Blue," you taunt, smirking as he gasps, "you don’t finish until I’m paid. Break that, and I’ll know—trust me, you’re a shitty liar." You reach into your bag, grab the $200, and before giving it to him, you have an idea. You raise your foot from his thigh up towards his face, floating a few inches from his head. "Lick it," you command.

Blue freezes, his chest heaving, eyes darting from your foot to the cash in your hand. "What the—fuck, Amber," he rasps, voice cracking as his fists clench tighter, nails digging into his thighs. "You’re sick—you think I’d…?" He trails off, jaw trembling, a flush creeping up his neck—half rage, half something darker. Then, with a choked growl, he leans forward just a fraction, lips hovering, before jerking back. "Fuck you, Amber!" he snarls, shoving himself back, fists slamming the floor. "I’m not your damn pet—give it or I’m gone!"

"Tch," you almost had him. You cringe at the realization that your composure cracked for possibly the first time tonight. But regardless, you still press on mercilessly. "Almost, Blue," you murmur, dangling the $200 just out of reach as you tilt your foot closer, brushing his chin with your toes. "You want this? Lick it—show me you’re still my good little Growlithe. Or walk away empty, and good luck crawling to Viridian with nothing." Your eyes glint, locking his, daring him to break.

"His eyes flare, then drop as he leans in, tongue grazing your toes—bitter, quick. 'Happy now?' he growls, voice thick with shame."

You suppose you can’t push him much further but won’t hold back teasing him. "Do these look clean to you?" you say, pausing as he scowls, jaw tight, a flicker of disgust twisting his face. Before he can spit a retort, you lower your foot with a sigh and say, "Looks like you still need more training." You toss the $200 under your desk, the bills scattering across the floor. He glares at you, eyes burning, refusing to budge—until your unwavering stare locks him down, and he breaks, crawling under the desk to snatch it. "Good Growlithe," you coo, voice dripping with mock praise. He says nothing, just scrambles to yank his clothes back on, head ducked as he stumbles toward the door. "Make sure to close it on your way out!" you call, a final barb as he slams it shut behind him.

You beam as you bounce on the bed, reaching down to pat Bulbasaur beside you. “Bulbasaur, you absolute legend!” you gush, voice bubbling over with glee. “That Vine Whip? Perfect—you’re my best buddy, my hero, I’d be nowhere without you!” You ruffle its head playfully, grinning as it hums happily. “Rest up, champ, we’ve got more to win!” As soon as you hear the front door click, Blue’s footsteps fading into the night, you let out a shaky breath, the silence of your room pressing in. Your heart’s still thudding—part adrenaline, part something darker—and you slip a hand into your shorts, fingers brushing past your underwear. You can’t believe it—you did that. Made him kneel, lick your foot, crawl for cash like some beaten Growlithe, all while he glared and crumbled. A laugh bubbles up, sharp and unsteady, as your touch quickens, heat pooling low. You’re stunned, yeah—sweet little Amber turning Blue into that—but fuck, it felt good. Too good. You want more—more wins, more power, more of him squirming under your heel. The thought drives your hand faster, your breath hitching as you tip over the edge, a smirk curling your lips. Pewter City's Gym is next, and oh, you're just getting started.