Interlewd 2-1 featuring Misty

Misty thought to herself, Alright, I’m gonna win this one and break my losing streak for sure! After her “performance” with Emilia, she’d seen a large influx of challengers. Even people with no interest in becoming Pokemon Masters were showing up to collect her badges, along with other rewards… And they had been very successful so far.

On the challenger’s side of the gym stood a boy about her age. Though he was clearly young and inexperienced, he still stood confident and ready for battle. But Misty was prepared to crush that unjustified confidence and show him the true might of a Gym Leader. The walls of the gym were lined with the various swimmers who used the pool for practice or recreation, many of which worked as performers at the gym. Though they typically left when Misty started battling, they had caught on to how recent battles had been turning out, and now, all eyes were on Misty. She wouldn’t be able to pay off a loss in private this time.

Why are they all staying? she wondered. If this challenger beats me and wants the same thing as all the others, then… in front of all these people…

“Okay rookie! …You did say this was your first Gym Leader battle, right? Okay rookie, let’s see what you’ve got!” Misty challenged. Or at least, she framed it as a challenge. She was really just **** to get a win, and wanted to make her opponent show his hand first.

“Sure thing. Pidgey, go!” The small bird pokemon emerged, flying high above the pool that Misty used as her battlefield.

A Flying-type, huh? He won’t be the first trainer who thought he could beat me like that, she thought. But if he does...

“Hey Misty, we battling or what?” the trainer called out.

“R-Right… Staryu, I choose you!” Misty sent out her pokemon, but couldn’t shake the thought of the consequences for losing. Even as the battle started, her mind was wrapped up in the thought of a public defeat. Just like when she lost to that Emilia girl, she’d be paying up in front of spectators.

“Pidgey, use Gust!” her opponent commanded.

The payment won’t necessarily be sexual, right? Maybe he’ll be happy with the TM… Unlike the dozen trainers before him… she pondered. Wait a minute! It doesn’t matter because I’m going to win! Otherwise… they’ll all see me… again…