Combee

Oh no! Not Combee. You’ve lost and you were so close. Wait, no you can’t let yourself think that way. Combee has a type advantage against Mankey, hopefully that makes up for the likely difference in experience. You steady yourself, ready to test your trainer skills in this underdog fight.

“Gust,” you call out. Combee flaps her wings sending waves of air at the fighting monkey. Mankey jumps at Combee, landing blow after blow. She tries to attack back, but is too slow for the speedy Mankey. Without landing a single blow, Combee is knocked out by the enemy Mankey.

Okay. Now you’ve actually lost. Now you’ll have to spend the day doing labor instead of getting to train. You wonder what kind of labor you’ll be doing. “So how does this work? Are you going to take me to some river bank to pick up trash or something?”

“Well first, I collect my prize for winning a trainer battle,” oh yea this was a trainer battle, you’re going to lose money from all this as well. “Then, I take you to Black Jack who will decide where you’ll spend the day. But I doubt it’s picking up trash.” You fish your phone out of your bag, preparing to pay the victor. “Oh, I don’t want your money,” she says pushing your phone away. She then drops her pants leaning against the railings of the bridge.

You stare at the newly bared pussy. Her pubic hair trimmed into an R, her black hair contrasting against her lily white skin. You’re not even safe when losing to other girls? You know the drill by now. You walk towards the victor, who pulls you in close as you come into arms grasp. You can smell the stench of cigarettes on her. You try to pull away but she shoves her tongue into your mouth. Your mouth is filled with her tongue and the taste of smoke.

She still has a hold of the front of your shirt, she tugs it up and over your head. You watch as she tosses it behind her. Off the side of the bridge it goes. She then pulls your bikini to the side freeing your tits. “Pierced, nice,” she tugs on your nipples, sending a shiver down your spine. She pushes you to your knees, her pussy now inches from your face. She pulls you in rubbing her wet slit across your face.

Her pussy tastes bitter, a metallic tang fills your mouth. You flick your tongue over her clit, her grip on your head tightening. Her fingers lace through your hair, pulling at your scalp as she grabs your head. You look up at her making eye contact. She looks pleased with your pussy eating skills, then she spits in your face. The spit hits between your eyes sliding down the side of your nose.

She knees you in the chest, forcing you onto your back. She lands on top of you, grinding her crotch on your thigh. She takes your nipple into her mouth, playing with your piercings. Her hand kneads at your other breast, squeezing your titflesh and teasing your free nipple. It feels nice having her suck on your nipples, you reach your hands towards her. When your hand touches her face, you cry out in pain as she bites down. “Don’t touch me,” she says with your nipple still between her teeth.

You quickly pull your hands back, not wanting any more pain. You let her grind against you and play with your tits. Your thigh becoming soaked in her juices. Eventually she clamps around your leg, your nipple popping out of her mouth as she bucks back crying out from her orgasm. Her hand is still gripping your nipple, squeezing harder as she quakes atop of you.

With her orgasm finished, she stands up picking her pants up from where she left them. “Alright, it’s time to go see Black Jack.” You stand up to follow her across the rest of the bridge. You fix your bikini top to be covering your chest once again. You look over the edge, and watch as your shirt floats in the water down below. “Black Jack, I got your newest laborer.”

The mysterious man looks up. His face is stern and his black mustache gives an air of power. “Thank you, Cammy,” he says rising from his seat, revealing his towering stature. You hear ‘Cammy’ walking away, as ‘Black Jack’ closes the gap on you. “Love the tattoo,” he says grinning and pointing at your arm. You blush looking down at the exposed ‘Princess Cock Gobbler’ scrawled on your arm. “So, girlie,” he leans down, “What’s your name?”

You can still taste Cammy on your lips as you go to talk, “I’m Amber.”

“Amber, I’m impressed with your battle skills on the bridge. But you did lose, so you do owe me a day's worth of labor. However, if you’d be willing to join my gang and work as my underling in Team Rocket, we could strike a deal since you’d be working for me long term. Or we can put your,” he pauses leaning in close to your face and whispers into your ear as he grabs your tattooed arm, “skills to good use tonight.”

You vaguely remember hearing something about Team Rocket on the news at some point. You can’t remember exactly what the story was about. They could be some criminal organization, or maybe they’re a gang of activists that save stray Skitty from trees. You take a second look at Black Jack and doubt they are known for saving cats from trees.