The End of the Day

After Humphrey’s match and claiming of his forfeit over his opponent, it is a long wait for the next match with any of your friends. Roger and Jack’s matches are the last two of the day. You spend plenty of time working out any jealous feelings that lingered from John’s win, petting him and keeping him close. He certainly wasn’t complaining.

“I mean go girl power and all that, but I was really hoping to see more sex today,” Cindy laments over the multiple female victories, as yet another wins her match up. There have still been plenty of forfeits on full display, but you know she’s right the percentage of female winners seems to be higher this year.

It’s eventually time for Roger to make his way down to the battlefield. “You nervous?” you ask Jack, slipping into the chair next to her.

She holds your hand, your fingers lacing together, “A little, but I just have to win. It’s my only choice.” You kiss before resting your head against her shoulder, “And no hard feelings when I beat you in the semi-finals,” she says, resting her head against yours.

“What! Who says you’re going to win?” you joke, sitting upright still holding her hand.

Roger manages to hold his own against his opponent. Cindy is excited at the prospect of getting another forfeit going. Just as Roger’s ferocious Pinsir makes its appearance, Jack stands up, “I need to get down there.” You kiss her before letting her go, Yuruki gives her a slap on the ass as she passes.

Pinsir clamps down on the enemy Herdier, he throws the both of them backwards slamming the enemy’s head into the ground. “Roger of Violet City is bout to get some,” Cindy announces, the crowd following suit to cheer him on.

Roger doesn’t hesitate like John did, instead immediately jumping into it. He pulls his opponent’s dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She looks slightly embarrassed as the crowd whistles and cheers at her new found nudity. After a quick suck on her exposed nipples, Roger guides her to the ground. She settles into a kneeling position as he frees his cock from its prison.

Roger’s forceful nature is so different from when you sucked him off in the Vermilion Gym. Without John’s warnings, he has no reason to hold back from fucking the loser’s face with as much **** as he wants. “Faster, faster, faster,” Cindy encourages.

Roger follows the commentator’s suggestion thrusting faster and harder. The screens around the stadium can show tears running down her face. Roger pulls out, the girl coughs up big globs of spit as Roger gives his cock the final strokes it needs. His load exploding across the girl’s face. “Now that’s a facial,” Cindy laughs, as the cameras focus on the cum covered face of the female trainer. She scurries back to her dress, slipping it back on before racing off the battlefield.

“And now for the final battle of the day,” Cindy says, “We have Jack of Fuchsia vs Nate of Pewter.” You clap and cheer as your redheaded girlfriend makes her way on the stage. “Damn, girl,” Cindy says as she checks out Jack.

The battle starts as Jack throws out her Phantump against Nate’s Tirtouga. You cheer realizing Jack has type advantage, glad she hadn’t sent out one of her fire types first. “Come on Nate, don’t you want to rip those fine ass clothes off her fine ass?” Cindy berates the trainer as Phantump makes quick work of the turtle. Nate won’t be stripping her, but you just might is your thought.

Nate reacts to Jack’s Phantump with his Snorunt. As soon as you se the ice type pokemon appear, you know Nate has zero hopes of winning against Jack. Any of her fire type pokemon would make quick work of her opponent. That is if he can even get past her Phantump. The Snorunt is burnt by the will-o-wisp, forcing it to limp away dodging the barrage of hexes from Jack’s side.

Not long after Cindy calls out, “Well, I guess Jack won. We’ll just have to wait till next time to see her get fucked.” Jack stands victorious with Phantump at her side, waving to the crowd. Hyping up the crowd to her decisive victory. “What a great start to our Rookie Tournament! A lot of strong talent this year, can’t wait to see the rest of the rookies tomorrow!” Cindy Hallow walks off her podium, and a new tinge of jealousy washes over you as she wraps her arm around Jack as they walk off the battlefield.