Jack vs. Blue

“Almost didn’t recognize you, until Amber gave it away,” Blue shoots you a devilish grin. “Your hair must grow like crazy.”

You could almost see the steam coming off of Jack. “You’re going down, Blue.” Jack reaches for her pokeballs.

“Eh, I don’t see that happening,” Blue says, while the both of them throw out their pokemon. Dragonair comes up against Jack’s Alolan Marowak, you didn’t even realize her Cubone had evolved. “Ooh a foreign pokemon huh, shame it will end so soon. Dragonair use aqua tail!” The lengthy dragon stretches out with its tail surrounded in water.

“Jump back!” Jack guides her pokemon. Marowak narrowly dodges the devastating water attack. “Shadow bone,” she throws her flaming bone at the dragon. The bone phases through the enemy dealing ghostly damage through its path.

“Nice one. Agility,” Blue smirks. Dragonair disappears in a flash of speed, closing the distance between the opposing pokemon. The dragon’s tail is surrounded by water once again.

“Marowak, fire spin quick,” Jack reacts quickly giving her pokemon enough time to trace a circle of fire on the ground. For a moment, you think she’s saved, but Dragonair brushes off the flames landing a devastating blow on Marowak. She skids across the battle spot, holding herself up with her bone. “Bone rush.”

Marowak charges forward. “Thunder wave,” Blue shouts, paralyzing the Marowak on her way. Marowak spins her club landing several blows on the dragon. The two pokemon look in rough shape from their exchange of blows. Is Jack going to knock Blue out of the whole tournament? You cheer her on, loving the idea of Blue not even qualifying.

The two pokemon square off. Marowak throws another shadow bone, but the dragon dives under the incoming ****. Dragonair rises up with another watery tail bringing the devastating final blow down upon Jack’s pokemon. “Marowak is unable to battle. Blue Oak of Pallet Town is the victor. Jack of Fuchsia City has one loss. 5 minutes will be afforded the sexual forfeit.”

“Really? But it’s the last battle, surely I can take my time.” Your skin crawls at Blue’s request.

“Sorry kid, the rules for the tournament are constant. Starting the timer,” the referee says.

“Fine, I’ll just be quick,” Blue says strutting to where Jack stands. He grabs a handful of her long red hair, forcing her to her knees. You clench your fists, you want to race on stage and stop him. You want to protect Jack from Blue, but you know you can’t interfere, they’d disqualify you from the tournament.

Jack glares up at Blue, as he uses his free hand to undo his pants. He slaps his hard cock against her face, laughing the whole time. “Open up, bitch,” Blue says pushing his cock into her mouth. John rubs your shoulders, trying to calm you down. You can feel your tension and anger rising as you watch Blue facefuck your girlfriend. Blue’s hand twisting into Jack’s hair, pushing long and quick thrusts into her throat. “You hoping for your own turn?” Blue says winking your direction.

“In your dreams, asshole!” you shout back.

Blue laughs, “You sure you don’t want another day as my ****?” Your skin crawls remembering that day, your tattoo is covered today but you still feel the need to place your hand over it. “Say the word and I’ll let her go,” he taunts.

You know better than to give in to him, but there’s still that part of you that wants to save Jack from even another minute of Blue. You bite your tongue, trying to hide your anger, not wanting to give Blue the pleasure of getting a rise out of you. You can see the tears running down her face from the rough treatment, you know the feeling all too well. Blue kept pushing his cock in and out of Jack’s mouth. You check the time, he doesn’t have much time left.

Blue holds Jack down to the base of his shaft, “Uh oh looks like my hand’s stuck.” His hand is thoroughly twisted in her hair, but you don’t believe him. It looks like he should be able to pull his hand free. Was he trying to buy extra time? Like a stuck hand would make the ref give extra time, they’d just have him pull out while they disentangle.

Jack is visibly trying to pull away. “Blue quit messing around, let her off,” you shout at him.

He has that devilish grin that sends shivers down your spine, “Well, I’ll have to get my hand free first.” You watch as Jack continues to cough and sputter around Blue’s cock. Blue reaches into his pocket with his free hand. You can’t see what he pulls out, until it’s already too late. The light flashes off the piece of metal, as his knife slices through Jack’s hair. You gasp seeing Blue’s hand rise above his head with Jack’s hair still wrapped around it. With his hand removed, Jack is free to pull herself free.

She is gasping for air, as Blue strokes himself to completion. His seed lands on Jack’s face, as Jack’s hair falls off of Blue’s hand. Blue stuffs his cock back into his pants. “If you’re lucky you could be next,” he says pointing at you before leaving the spot. All of you rush onto the spot now that the battle is officially over.

You drop down onto your knees, looking into Jack’s eyes. The tears still rolled across her face, but you couldn’t tell if they were just remnants of her oral ****. The one thing you were certain of is the anger you see behind her eyes. “I’m going to make him pay,” she says reaching into her bag for a towel. She wipes away the evidence of her encounter with Blue. Her hair is a mess, Blue’s cut through her twisted hair left some parts longer than others. Short locks hanging by their longer counterparts.

“We’ll get him, I promise,” you say hugging her. She holds you tight. “You want to go to the salon?” you ask.

She starts laughing, “Yea, I think that’d be for the best.” The two of you stand as the group makes their exit from the tournament building together.