Rewind to the Victory Lounge

[POV Amber]

Getting something to eat has done wonders to improve your mood. As did getting to catch the last few novice Level Pokémon challenges. It wasn’t as if you were glad that all the other challengers failed. But you did feel a sense of pride in knowing that you and Blue succeeded where everyone else failed.

You were more excited to watch the Junior challengers. The first of which to win their match was a young purple haired woman, a Rachel from Vermillion City. When she won you were looking forward to meeting another female trainer, and (hopefully) making another friend.

But when Rachel stepped into the Victor’s Lounge, she took one look at you and Blue, gave a huff, and ignored your attempts at making conversation.

It probably didn’t help that Blue refused to put his clothes back on and was lounging about like a sunbathing Meowth. If you saw a strange man lying about naked you would avoid him as well. But you still didn’t understand why she wouldn’t talk to YOU.

The second trainer to win their match, Rhapsody of Lavender Town, was at least willing to speak to you. Although the girl was so shy and blushed a deep red when Blue so much as glanced at her.

Which leads you to where you are right now. Standing in front of your husband (still weird to think of him as THAT), hands on your hips, trying to reason with him. “Will you PLEASE put your clothes back on Blue.”

Leaned back in a chair, hands behind his head and legs spread as he grins at you. “Why, don’t you like what you see?”

You do your best to maintain eye contact, and to not stare at his lean body, his toned stomach, his semi-hard cock… “We are in public Blue” he doesn’t respond to this… “There are other people around.”

“And? I don’t see the problem.”

Before you can reply you hear the announcer from the TV, “Well I hope you are enjoying today’s battles folks, because we not only have saved the best for last, but we have a special treat. Today we have not one, but two Expert Level Trainers who are going to give it all to earn their 7th Badge! Our first Expert challenger should be familiar to our regular viewers. Melody Saffron of Fuchsia City will be making her third attempt at defeating Brock today. Lets hope the third time is the charm. Or not.” That gets your attention, and you turn to the TV and see the screen showing Melody’s Trainer profile while the camera zooms in on her standing up and waddling to the staging area.

“You know what Blue, forget it.” You sit down in a seat that is specifically out of arms reach and focus on the fight. Giving it your undivided attention. You weren’t going to miss this for anything.

As you start to focus on the TV you hear a voice to your right, “Why don’t you forget about that cow.” Looking to your right you see that Rachel has taken your spot next to Blue and has her hands on his cock. “Anything she can do; I can do better.”

You are honestly so surprised that all you can do is sit there in stunned silence as you watch Rachel’s hand start to move up and down the shaft of your Husband’s cock. It isn’t until Blue grabs the back of her head and pushes her face down towards his shaft that you find your voice and speak up.

“Blue, what the fuck!?”

Blue gives a small moan as Rachel starts to suck on his cock, the large shaft making her gag before even taking half of his swollen length. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye as he speaks to you. “What’s the matter Amber, are you jealous?” At Blue’s comment you realize that yes, you are jealous. Not that you wanted to suck his cock, you just didn’t want someone ELSE sucking Blue’s cock.

Blue doesn’t seem interested in your response, or lack of one. Instead, he grabs onto the back of Rachel’s head and forces her down, forcing her to take so much of his cock that her eyes start to water as she starts to gag. “Come on Rachel, Amber would have swallowed me down to the root by this point.” At his comment you see Rachel trying even harder to ignore her gag reflex to better deep throat Blue.

Fine! If Blue wanted to play these weird jealousy games, LET HIM! You were going to watch Melody’s battle and you were going to watch her WIN!

Doing your best to tune out the slurping sounds of Rachel sucking Blue’s cock you focus on the TV just in time to see the start of Melody’s match.

***

As you watch Melody fight Brock you can’t help but be amazed at how AMAZING she is. Near the end when the score is 4-2 you are expecting Melody to handle Brock’s last Pokémon as easily as she handled everything else.

But then you see that the last Pokémon is a Tyranitar. What the announcer says next only increases your dread. “Looks like the PokeSlut is so terrified that she pissed herself folks. I don’t blame her.” And the camera zooms in on Melody, who is covered in a thin layer of sweat, a snarl of concentration on her face and a growing puddle of liquid at her feet.

You feel a touch on your left hand with startles you so much that you almost jump out of the chair. You calm down a little when you see that it is just Rhapsody who is giving you a shy smile. “Her water broke.” You must have a confused look on your face because Rhapsody repeats herself. “Melody, she didn’t piss herself. Her water broke.”

When you process what Rhapsody says, you think your heart stopped beating for a second. Melody wasn’t snarling just in concentration; she was in pain. You felt like you should do something, but what was there to do, what could you do?

The only thing you could do is watch, with a growing sense of dread as the Tyranitar quickly takes out Melody’s Gardevoir. When you see Melody send out Starmie and start trading blows with the horrifying beast you actually forget to breath as the two monsters battle with such ferocity you are glad that you are in the lounge, instead of the stadium seats.

Even if it meant trying to ignore the two people to your right. “OH, FUCK! THAT’S IT! FUCK ME BLUE!”

Yeah, you certainly were not stealing the occasional glance at the purple haired woman who was currently impaling herself on Blue’s uncovered cock, her bare breasts swinging as she bounced up and down on his lap. The sound of their skin slapping together as their hips collided. Or how her skin was glistening with sweat, a drop of it traveling down from her collar bone to her breast only to end up on the top of one of her stiff nipples.

Nope, not paying any attention at all…

Your attention is brought back to the TV (which you never stopped paying attention to, you swear) when you hear the voice of the Announcer. “Oh, it looks like the PokéSlut managed to win. I guess 3rd time really was the charm.”

She won? You are so excited that you jump out of your seat and cry out. “MELODY WON!”

You continue watching the screen as you see the camera angle change as Melody walks towards Brock. The camera doesn’t catch what the Gym Leader says but it does catch Melody’s response. “NO I’M NOT ALL RIGHT! My fucking water broke! Give me my damn badge and call a fucking ambulance!” She looks towards the camera man and yells. “And get that camera out of my face.” When the camera man does NOT do what she says you see Melody start approaching the camera man and forms a first. “I said get that FUCKING CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE!”

The next few seconds are a blur as the camera appears to fall to the ground and you hear multiple voices talking over each other. The TV then changes to the Announcer in his booth who only remains stunned for a second. “Folks, it seems we are having some technical difficulties. By which I mean problems with our cameraman and an emotional PokeSlut. This is why I say women should stay home in the kitchen. But don’t worry, we will be back for the final match of the day soon, after a message from our sponsors.”

The broadcast then goes to commercial…