The truth.

You tell Parks how the group figured out that you are a trainer. And how you didn’t have your pokemon with you. “Well, you owe me for all of the deeds done. I’ll give you minimum pricing, but we can’t be having this happen again. I know my girls fool around, but I still charge for most cases. Hell Cora, the fool she is, sucks Petey off once a month like a charity case.” Your mind fills with the image of Cora kneeling in front of the dirty homeless drunk. “So, let’s go.” The erotic image of your whorey mentor disappears as Parks stands up leaving his office.

You follow as you ask, “Where exactly are we going?”

“Saffron, straight to the League offices. Today you’re deregistering your trainer’s license.” The thought of giving up your license destroys you. But you know better than to disagree with Parks. You tap your wrist, 9 8 4 2 9 1. Great thanks to today, you’ve lost all the progress you’ve made.

You follow Parks, the two of you meet up with a flight coordinator. His Braviary carries the taxi cab to Saffron City. Parks spends the whole flight looking out the window. You take to your phone scrolling through Chatoter. Blue has been posting pictures and videos of every woman he’s beaten. He’s made posts about his upcoming battle with Misty, and all the perverted things he plans to do to her. Jack is in Cerulean City as well. She had stayed an extra day to talk to you. When she told you about Blue, you let it slip that you know him. She told you that she liked you but that your short time together wasn’t enough for her to stay in Pewter while you paid off the massive debt. You were sad to see her go, but you understood. John and Roger have moved on into Mt. Moon. They met up with you before going. After you had split that night, Roger had followed you and paid you to suck him off. All of your friends are gone.

A text comes in, it’s from Cora. “Hey hot stuff. You want to hang tonight? Me and Vicky rented some movies.” Well maybe not all your friends. You shoot a text back telling Cora you’d love to. You’ve only talked to Vicky once but she seemed cool, and you know Cora is close with her.

The League HQ is busy. People going every which way. Parks seems to know exactly where to go. You’re probably not his first whore, that he’s had to deregister. You fill out the paperwork needed to deregister. The deregistration office was filled with other female trainers. Turns out deregistering costs more based on the number of badges you have. So your boulder badge is going to cost you now. “I don’t have 65kPD,” you tell the man behind the desk.

“Well then I guess, you’ll be staying a trainer,” the man says with a snarky attitude.

Parks comes up behind you. He doesn’t say a word, he just grabs your wrist and taps it against the payment station. You watch the red numbers flair to life flicker as they change before finally settling on 1 0 4 9 2 9 1. Well that’s new. Is your tracker also a credit card?

“And there you are. Amber of Pallet Town is no longer a pokemon trainer. And it says here, you currently have a pokecenter room in Pewter. The cleaning crew will deposit your personal belongings into your PC storage, and your keycard will be deactivated.” You hadn’t even considered your living situation. Where would you stay now?

Parks leads you out of the HQ building and back to the flight coordinator who brings you back to Pewter City. Parks walks back into the WhoreHouse, but you make your way to Cora’s house. The blonde beauty answers the door, she immediately pulls you in for a hug. The sweet scent of her shampoo easing your worries. “What’s wrong?” she asks as the embrace is broken. She can see your concern. You break down and start crying. Your dream is over, you’re no longer a trainer.

“It’s okay, you can always register again after you pay off Parks,” Cora consoles you, petting your hair as you lay with your head in her lap. “And you can stay here for a while.”

“Shhh, I’m trying to watch the movie,” Vicky says from the other chair. The sultry raven haired woman is wearing a tank top with deep arm holes that show off tons of side boob, and a sexy pair of underwear. Actually all three of you are wearing similar outfits, turns out comfortable loungewear isn’t part of the Pewter Whore Dress Code.

After the movie, the three of you order a pizza. You’re feeling better now, thanks to Cora’s support. “Alright I’ve got time for one more movie,” Vicky tells you, “I’ve got a regular who needs a date to a family brunch.”

“Wow it’s pretty serious, bringing your whore to meet your parents,” Cora teases.

“Well, you know nobody can resist my charms,” Vicky shakes her ass as she walks back into the living room.

You and Cora sit on the couch again, you sit up this time instead of laying in her lap. Vicky puts on a scary movie. It’s a slasher flick where the bad guy kills a group of teenagers one after the other. During all the scary or gory bits, Cora screams and buries her face into your shoulder. It's cute to watch her squirm through the movie.

After Vicky leaves, you and Cora get ready for bed. You start moving pillows to make yourself comfortable on the couch. “Don’t be silly, Silly. You can share my bed.” You follow Cora into her room. It’s a mess. Dirty clothes laying everywhere, half empty water bottles scattered on every surface, and a pile of dildos next to the bed. “Sorry about the mess,” she says as she takes off her shirt throwing it in the corner. Your eyes are fixed on her perky, and now bare, breasts. “Oh sorry, I can’t sleep in shirts. I always get wrapped up and choked by them. You don’t mind do you?”

“No not at all. I’m just grateful to not be spending the night in Petey’s alley.” The two of you laugh.

“Oh Petey, he’s harmless. Plus when you blow him, he tells everyone about it. Call it a marketing technique,” Cora tells you while wrapping her arms around you from behind in bed. You fall asleep in your new friend’s arms.