Squirtle

Your eyes glance over the starters one last time before making your final decision. “It has to be Squirtle.” You hadn’t decided when you walked in but in the spur of the moment it just felt right to pick the water-typed turtle. Plus he's a real cutie.

“Splendid pick, young lady.” You race over to the table to pick up your new partner, when out of the corner of your eye you catch the professor checking out your ass. “A strong defensive choice that will help you in tough spots. He’ll be an indispensable asset and friend for your journey ahead.” You pick up Squirtle’s ball and can hear the professor approaching from behind. You instinctively tense up but before he can touch you, the doors to the lab crash open causing you to jump a little.

“If it isn’t Princess Cock Gobbler herself. Early bird gets the worm, if you know what I mean,” Blue shouts across the lab. Obviously feeling no shame saying such perverse things in front of his grandfather.

You leave the table’s side heading towards the professor, seeing the elder pervert as a lesser evil compared to his abusive grandson. As Blue makes his way pass you to the table, you feel a sharp pain in your ass as a loud SPANK* echoes through the scientific chamber. You resist the urge to rub the pain away, not wanting to give Blue the satisfaction. You learnt long ago not to let Blue get under your skin or everything becomes 100x worse.

“Nice of you to join us,” Professor Oak taunts. “Amber here,” he starts as his hand slides down your back resting uncomfortably close to your ass, “arrived on time, so she got first pick. No special treatment for anybody, not even an Oak.”

“It doesn’t matter, the stupid slut picked Squirtle anyways from the looks of it. Bulbasaur is the best choice, and he’ll help me beat those bimbos in Cerulean,” Blue cuts a sideways glance at you, while picking up the ball for grass starter. “But I’m sure he’ll cut Amber down a notch or two before the days over.”

“Sounds like you, my boy. A nice rounded pokemon that will surely rise to any occasion. I also assumed you’d take the type advantage over Amber. But you really should treat her nicer, you catch more flies with honey,” the professor lectures as his hand slips further over your ass.

“I don’t need honey when I can just win battles and take what I want. Pleasantries are for beta losers,” Blue laughs.

The professor gives you a slight push forward, “There are some pokeballs by the door, as well as a pokedex for each of you. And good luck to the both of you.” As you start towards the door you hear Professor Oak mumbling, “I guess it’s just you and me, my little lizard friend.”

You quickly grab your share of pokeballs and your pokedex. You make it out the door and try to make it away from Blue before he can challenge you. “HEY!” Blue shouts from the door. “Where do you think you’re going? It’s challenge time sweetcheeks! I’ve waited too long to wait any longer,” he finishes as he closes the gap between you and him.

“Why would I want to battle you?” you reply trying to weasel out of the challenge. “There is little benefit for me.”

Blue brushes a lock of hair from your face. As he moves it to your ear, he runs his hand through your hair and grips it by the base pulling you down. You grimace from the sudden shock of your hair being pulled. “You want to battle me because we’re trainers now and you can’t refuse a challenge without good reason. But hey why don’t I sweeten the deal, just for you slut. On top of the standard victory fee, I’ll stop groping you, unless you beg me to, or I win a battle first.”

He releases your hair and you stand back up right. Your skin crawls thinking of his begging comment, but can you really pass up a chance to stop the groping? Besides, he’s right that you can’t refuse a challenge as a trainer. But if you wanted you could run right now, try to get away and face the consequences later.