The Next Time

You lay against the table, Surge pounds into you from behind. How could you lose again? You thought you’d win for sure this time. With your cheek against the table you can see the clock on the wall. It’s been roughly 4 hours since your 3rd loss to Surge. The seconds tick by, challengers come and go, all while Surge switches between your holes. His shaft spreading your pussy at the moment, each thrust pushing your legs into the side of the table. Jack was so supportive this morning, like your own personal cheerleader.

Surge pulls out, his cock resting against your ass. A moment of rest while he lets his impending orgasm recede. You spent the whole week training up for the rematch, determined to beat him this time. Several times you had asked Jack if she wanted to go on, that you love having her here but she has her own journey to think of. She’s probably already guessed that you lost again, since you’ve been missing for this long.

You can’t even blame this loss on being eaten out. You had arrived early enough to not have to deal with that. You hate to admit that you had been distracted by Surge’s muscles, his impressive biceps visible thanks to his tank top. Plus his Raichu is just so fast. You look back at the latest challenger, a chubby blonde kneeling in front of him. You wonder how many times she had tried before giving in for the battle advantage. From your hours of watching Surge battle, it definitely seems like he doesn’t try as hard against the male trainers. Yet another injustice in this world. Surge readjusts pushing his cock against your asshole, it’s time to start again.

Surge thrusts into your ass, his fingers digging into your hips as he hold you in place. Your tits are squashed under you rubbing against the table. Yet another victor approaches Surge, he stands in your face Surge handing him the badge and other prizes above your back. The next challenger already approaching today’s cocksucking trainer. Part of you wonders if you should take that same path. Could you beat Surge given another shot? Or should you take this ‘easy’ way out? Would sucking off a bunch of guys really be any worse than Surge using you for hours on end like this?

The cycle repeats, more challengers come some win some lose, but Surge’s erection remains the one constant to the day. You are amazed at his stamina, his ability to keep fucking you all day while battling the parade of challengers. Surge approaches the edge of his orgasm, you’d long given up hope that he would screw up and just cum already, he pulls out giving you that moment of rest. As the day came to a close, the line of trainers dwindled. The kneeling blonde getting rest between new trainers arriving, but not you. Surge keeps up his rhythm, switching between your holes after short pauses.

“Alright, I think this day is over,” Surge calls out, the blonde taking a moment to realize what he said. She stands up from the bleachers taking her place in the challenger’s box, on her feet this time. Surge pounds into your sore and abused pussy from behind. “For your service here in the Vermilion City Gym, you’ve earned the right to a special 3v1 battle.” Surge tosses out his Raichu, and the blonde responds by throwing out her Snubbull.

You watch as their battle rages. Surge’s Raichu being an absolute nightmare. Even in a 3v1 you start to wonder if she’ll be able to pull out a victory. How did Jack beat Surge on her first try? Your girlfriend is an amazing trainer to have beat Surge, despite his tendency to battle harder against females. The way Raichu moves is quicker and harsher than you’ve seen all day, well all day outside of your own match. The challenger is down to her last pokemon, a timid looking Diglett appears on the battlefield. Raichu lunges after the burrowing ground type, managing to land a blow or two. Raichu goes for the final blow ready to defeat the challenger and waste her day’s worth of effort. Diglett hides underground, reemerging as Raichu arrives hitting him with a sucker punch. And by the skin of her teeth, the trainer won.

She jumps for joy, her tits bouncing with each motion. She recalls her battered Diglett before approaching you and Surge. Just like all the other victors, Surge hands the prizes won to her above your back. You can smell the stench of old cum radiating off of the victorious blonde. She is so happy to have won, she bounces out of the gym leaving you alone with Surge. “On your knees,” he says pulling you backwards off the table for the first time today.

Your legs don’t support you, collapsing you to your knees. Oh well, you were going to be kneeling anyways. Surge grabs your head forcing his cock into your mouth for the first time today. You can taste yourself on his shaft, as he slides over your tongue. He takes a couple deep plunges into your throat causing you to gag with each intrusive motion. Then he pulls out pumping his cock in your face. With only a grunt giving you any warning, his hot load shoots across your face. It feels like all of his denied orgasms of the day are shooting forth, is that actually possible? You would believe it with how much cum is dripping from your face. “Now get out of here,” Surge says grabbing your bag and tossing it at you.

You reach into looking for something to wipe the cum away with. “I said get out, unless you’re looking for a second round.” You stop looking for a cum rag, instead pulling yourself to your feet. And on shaky legs you stumble out of the gym. Out in the open air, you slide against the gym’s facade landing on the grass outside. You take the moment to rest and grab a rag from your bag. You wipe away the cum, and debate on how to best get back to the pokecenter. If you call Jack, she’ll never take your advice to go on ahead. But you don’t think you can manage the long walk back, not with how exhausted your legs feel. Just as you consider crawling back you see the blonde from before, she’s laying flat on her back a dozen yards in front of the gym.

“Hey, can you help me get back to the pokecenter? I can barely walk,” you ask hoping for any help.

She props herself up, “Huh, oh yea sure.” She stands her own legs looking shaky, probably from kneeling all day. The two of you support each other, neither of you having the energy to talk. All of your focus going into helping the other make it to the center safely. In the elevator of the pokecenter, she goes to get off a floor before you. You both take the moment to say, “Thank you.”

On your floor, you prop yourself up with the wall slowly trudging down the hall to where Jack will be waiting for you. You open the door, and see Jack waiting for you on the bed. “Oh my god, are you okay?” she says jumping out of bed, helping you make the final few feet.

“Yea, I just lost is all,” you say flopping onto the bed. Jack climbs in next to you, and you fall asleep being held by her.