Someone Offers To Help... For A Price

You stay hidden behind the tree, even more sweat dripping off your body as you panic about the two guys finding you. You can hear them talking to each other now, and what they're saying isn't exactly encouraging.

"You're sure that Amber bitch went this way?" asks Chris.

"Hell yeah. Saw her take off at a run towards Viridian City. I'd never forget watching that ass bounce in those slutty shorts she always wears..."

"And she's a trainer now?"

"Yep. Hell she's probably already been fucked by some people in town. You know Blue definitely will have taken his shot at her; he's been lusting after that whore for as long as I've known him."

"That's if he was able to beat her."

"Heh. You really think the professor's grandson would lose to some bimbo like Amber? Please. Guarantee he beat her and fucked her, or at least got her to suck his dick. That's probably why she ran off. Now if we can find her before she reaches the pokemon center we don't even have to battle her; the bitch is ours! Now, let's look around this whole area."

They split up to search, and you seethe with rage at how casually they're talking about **** you, as well as how they clearly think you're inferior to Blue as a trainer. The shame and humiliation of your defeat and brutal fucking at your rival's hands washes over you once again, not to mention how good your body felt through the whole thing...

"Hello there young lady," whispers a voice from besides you, and it takes all the control in your body not to scream; only the thought of the two bullies searching for you stops you. You turn around to see a sandy-haired man in his twenties smiling at you; his teeth are too white to be natural, and he has obviously applied a lot of fake tan. He's wearing the red and blue uniform of the Poke Mart chain of stores, so thankfully you figure he isn't a trainer.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you hiss back at him. "Keep your voice down, I'm trying to hide from those assholes over there."

"I gathered that," he grins, whispering into your ear and making you shiver a little. "I'm actually here to offer you some assistance. The poke ball on your belt suggests to me you're a trainer, but the fact that you're hiding here suggests that your pokemon is currently unable to battle. Am I correct?"

You hurriedly nod your head, **** to get rid of this guy before he attracts the attention of your stalkers. He smiles at your confirmation and continues. "As it happens I work for the Viridian Poke Mart and am out here giving out free samples of medical supplies to attract new customers. I have on me the very items you need to get your pokemon back on its feet and ready to go."

Your heart leaps; you happen to know that Danny and Chris have a reputation in town as being especially weak pokemon trainers, hence their attempts at making friends with Blue; they hoped his grandfather would be able to secure them better pokemon so they could stand a chance against girls they wanted to have their way with. You're pretty confident that if Charmander is at full health you'll be able to easily take both of them, despite your rookie status. "Ok, yeah, do it," you whisper to the mart man.

"There's a catch," he smirks, and your momentary happiness is replaced with the now-familiar dread. "If you and your pokemon manage to beat those charming young gentleman over there, that'll be as a result of me and my healing items, won't it? I think it's only fair that I get some... ahem... 'payment', in return." He winks at you and you scowl at him in disgust. "Of course," he adds, "I could always just leave you here if you're not interested in my items. I'll just go and tell those young men over there that you're here so they can heal your pokemon instead. That sounds fair, doesn't it?"

The mart man grins evilly at you, and you realize you have to make a choice...