Acid!

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Town Whore Emilia – I hope I can hold my breath long enough…

• Dugtrio – Fairly Weak, Healthy
• Gloom – Fairly Weak, Healthy
• Mankey – Fairly Weak, Fainted
• Onix – Capable, Healthy

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VS

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Gym Leader Erika – Wait, you’re using your Gloom for battle?

• Tangela – Capable, Healthy, Regenerating, Rooted
• Weepinbell – Weak, Healthy

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“Gloom, Acid!” You cover your mouth as soon as the words leave your mouth, trying not to breathe in any more fog than necessary. You’re already feeling a little lightheaded…

Erika seems surprised to see your Gloom move away from your side, and is pulled out of her fatigue. “Tangela, uproot yourself!”

Gloom lobs some green and purple goo at its opponent, successfully hitting before Tangela can gets its vines out of the ground. And, since Poison is super-effective against Grass-types…

“Gloom, Acid! Keep firing!” Gloom fires volley after volley of goop at Tangela, who manages to avoid them by staying mobile. Or at least, it avoids the first few. But Gloom soon hits its mark, and Tangela gets covered in more poisonous acid. This prompts Erika to retaliate.

“Tangela, use Slam!”

Several of Tangela’s vines coil together to make a large club, which stretches out far enough to hit Gloom. You’d assumed it had limited range from how it fought Mankey, but apparently it has some further reaching attacks too.

The mass of vines uses this opportunity to close in on Gloom, catching it in Bind and Constricting it just like it did to Mankey. Gloom probably isn’t strong enough to break free like Mankey is, but you have another solution.

“Gloom, Poison *cough* Gas!” Your vision is starting to go pink again, and you can’t stop from rubbing your thighs together. This is bad… You need to finish this quickly…

Gloom floods the area around it with purple, toxic air, weakening Tangela to the point that it has to let go. You think you hear an aggravated huff from Erika, but you must be imagining things. She’s far too calm and patient for something like that. Regardless, Tangela is trying to escape the field of poison, so now is the time to strike. You issue one more command to use Acid, and it’s down for the count.

“Emilia, this would be much faster and easier if you just gave up already. Tangela, return. Weepinbell, go.”

The following “battle” is hardly worthy of the term. Erika is falling asleep at the wheel, and occasionally snaps out of it long enough to order her Weepinbell to use Growth. That might actually have been problematic, if she ever ordered it to attack. Left to its own devices, it just kept using Vine Whip, which had almost no effect on your Gloom.

Meanwhile, you’re too busy holding your breath to issue any orders at all. Fortunately, Gloom just continues carrying out your previously issued order to keep using Acid, which works perfectly fine. Her Weepinbell is clearly not as strong as her Tangela was, so it’s a quick victory for Gloom. And it’s a good thing, too. Your lungs are completely empty…

You run onto the field, dive next to Gloom, and take a gasp of fresh air, free of the evil pink contaminants filling the gym. Phew… You won. And you haven’t been gassed into acting like a whore. Though your pussy is a little, uh… tingly. Better not think about that. Winded from holding your breath so long, you remain lying on the floor. “Badge please,” you ask, like a customer asking for the check from their waitress.

“*YAAAAWWWAWAWAWN* I don’t suppose I can convince you to put away your foul-smelling pokemon first, so that I might stand to be near you and not feel ill?”

You look up at her in confusion. “Huh? My Gloom doesn’t smell bad. I have an odorless Gloom.”

She stares at you, eyes half-lidded and mouth slightly agape. “Troublesome until the very end…”

Erika shuffles over to you while plugging her nose. Something about her seems a little off, though… Is it because she’s tired? She looks absolutely exhausted. Not that you’re much better, lying on the ground and catching your breath. Geez, you’re both in pretty sorry states. The least you can do is stand up to receive your badge, though, so you get back to your feet.

“I here’y gran’ you ‘e Rain’ow Vadj,” Erika says, still clamping her nose. The badge lives up to its name, possessing all the colors of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow, green… other green… blue, indigo, and… pink?

“Hey, wait a minute. This isn’t ROY G BIV! This rainbow’s all wrong!” you exclaim.

Erika’s already exasperated expression only intensifies, before changing to a soft smile. “You know, Emilia… Somehow, the fact that you’re knowledgeable about rainbows seems very fitting.”

W-Wha? Why doesn’t that sound like a compliment?

She continues, “The world out there is dangerous. And I won’t be able to protect you if you leave. You know that right?”

You nod. “The path to Pokemon Master may be dangerous, but it’s the one I’ve chosen! And I’ll just have to protect myself. I’m pretty tough, you know.”

Erika mutters to herself, “Tough? Just last week she was crying out for me because a twig was stuck between her buttcheeks…” She clears her throat. “Now then, you also get a TM for winning. Let’s see here…”

She reaches into the billowy sleeve of her kimono and rummages around for a few seconds. She eventually retrieves it, but tugging it out of her clothes also dislodges a cloud of dark red vapor, which collides with your face. The slightest breath of it has an effect far more intense than the fog filling the gym. Your face flushes, your breathing goes ragged, and your entire body is consumed with heat. All in the course of less than five seconds.

Erika’s face takes on a sickly pallor. “That… wasn’t supposed to happen. Okay, here’s the TM, run along now. Quickly, if you could.”

You giggle. “I don’t want a TM. I want…”