Professor Oak (POV Shift)

You look over your final selection for next month’s rookie trainers. Hector, Lars, and the sweet nubile Rose. Hector and Lars earned their spots no doubt, you look over their scores on the application exams. They have a real chance at making it to the Indigo League some day. Rose on the other hand, you doubt she’ll ever earn a badge. But you do your part in populating the trainer pool with girls.

There are so few girl applicants, that you would rarely let one if they had to earn their way through. Sure every once in a while you get an Erica or Sabrina, but most of them don’t make it. You open the emails between you and Rose. Clicking on the attachments, enlarging nude photographs of the young girl. You smile thinking of how you had convinced her that she wouldn’t be accepted without the nudes.

An idea strikes. You start an email to Rose, telling her the wrong date for the selection of her starter. She’ll arrive in Pallet a week before, and with no lodging options in town, she’ll have no option but to accept your offer of staying at your place. You smile thinking of how you’re going to bang the hot teen. She might not show promise as a trainer, but her gullibility is off the charts.

You try to focus on your paperwork again, but it’s getting late and your work drive is waning. You turn to Chatoter, checking if your grandson has posted anything. You see a picture of a tattoo, it's of somebody’s arm. It reads “Princess Cock Gobbler.” After reading the text of the post you realize it is Amber’s arm. After scrolling more you see Blue’s arm marked with the boulder badge.

Then the next post is a series of photos and videos of Amber sucking and fucking in a pokecenter. #fishwhore is attached to every post. You rub your crotch through your pants, eventually pulling out your dick. You stroke yourself as you watch video after video of Amber sucking off various men. Her pierced tits coated in cum. Damn, Blue knows how to treat a lady.

Then you catch a glimpse of the time. Oh wow it’s getting late. You close the window, knowing you can always explore the hashtag more at a later date. You grab a few things as you head out the door of the lab. You hope you’re not too late.

You make your way to a tree outside Madison and Amber’s house. You toss out a Fearow from your pocket. You climb onto the bird before it flies up into the tree, landing on the usual branch like it had so many nights before.

You shimmy off of the Fearow carefully making your way to your seat. A hammock of straps stretch between a couple of branches. You settle into your seat and look in through the window. The room is empty, that means you’re not too late. Madison enters her bedroom just as you finish unpacking your stuff. She immediately starts with taking off her top. You undo your pants as Madison unclasps her bra.

You start stroking your cock, applying some lotion from your bag of tools. Letting your hand slip over your shaft as you watch through the window as Madison unknowingly continues to undress in front of you. She slips out of her pants and underwear before sauntering into the bathroom. You watch as her ass sways with each step.

You grab your binoculars, training your sight on the mirror. From your spot in the tree, the mirror offers an excellent view of the shower. You watch as Madison steps into the shower closing the glass door behind her. The water spurts, hitting Madison’s large breasts. As huge as her tits may be, you still think Amber’s are larger.

Your pace quickens as you watch Madison lather her body. The soap bubbles running down her fit body. The MILF’s hands running over every inch of her skin. The water streaming over her curves. You can feel your orgasm approaching. Madison works the shampoo and conditioner into her hair. Her tits swing as she turns in the shower, rinsing her hair.

She steps out of the shower and then out of view for a second. Damn mirror, not showing the whole bathroom. She comes back to the bedroom with a towel in hand drying herself off. You watch as she rubs the cloth over her still wet skin. She leans over to dry her legs giving you a full view of her pussy.

Your cock twitches in your hand before erupting in spurts of semen. The cum pouring from your tip running down between your hand and cock. You grab a towel from your bag, cleaning up your mess. You continue to watch as Madison pulls on an oversized t-shirt. You’ve watched her enough times to recognize it as one of Amber’s father’s shirts.

Madison climbs into bed, and turns off the lights in the room. The show is over, nothing to see now. You pack up your stuff, before calling out Fearow again. You ride the bird back to the ground and head home. You’ll probably be back again tomorrow. You need to get some sleep, you still have a lot of prep to do for the next group of rookies.