Starters and a Battle

The two of you walk in and see Professor Oak reading something on a tablet. He's leaning back against a table with three Pokéballs on it, one of which is soon going to be yours!

"Hey, gramps!" Blue calls out, waving to her grandfather as he looks up and smiles at the two of you.

"Hello Blue, hello Indigo. You know, I always thought the two of you would make a great couple." He said, and you immediately felt Blue stiffen next to me. Wow, your mom works fast. How did she already tell Professor Oak?

"We're not a thing grandpa." Blue hisses furiously, and you smirk as Professor Oak nervously glances between the two of you, the thought striking him that maybe something was wrong.

"Oh was it just a one-time fling then? That's fine too you know, nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone has urges, and you're both eighteen." He reassures Blue, and you see her sigh and slump in disappointment. You didn't know why she's so embarrassed by the thought of being with you, and you feel a bit insulted. Were you not good-looking? Maybe her parents didn't like you?

"Well anyway, the two of you can pick your starters now! We have Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander. I'm going to assume you know all the details of the three." He motions to the table and steps away. You both know exactly which one you're going to take. Blue's been obsessed with Ivysaur since she was a child, and you were obviously going to take Charmander just like your dad. You both choose your Pokémon, and you release your Charmander. He shakes his head and looks at you curiously. You crouch down and slowly reach out a hand, hovering it just over your new friend's head, and he hops lightly to touch your palm. You start petting him, stroking his head as your Charmander purrs in contentment. You look over and see Blue doing almost the same thing. She's kneeling on the floor, cupping her Bulbasaur's face with both hands as she baby-talks to it while it smiles.

"Excellent! Your Pokémon seem to have bonded well with you. One more thing before you set out. Here is your Pokédex, which will be your handheld computer phone. It allows you to store and access all Pokémon-related information and allow you to contact anyone in Kanto. You can surf the web and call or text, anyone, anywhere, at any time." He hands the two of you Pokédexes, and you open yours to see that your personal info has already been inputted. Blue reaches over and taps hers to yours and you see that you now have one new contact.

"That's so I can send you all the videos of my victories since you won't be winning any of your battles." She smirks, and you roll your eyes.

"And here are six Pokéballs. I'm assuming the two of you already know this, but this is how you capture Pokémon in the wild." Professor Oak hands the two of you backpacks with Pokéballs in them. You shrug it on and smile at him.

"Thank you, Professor Oak!"

"Thanks, grandpa!" Blue says, and then clutches your arm with a steel grip. She drags you out of the lab, and over to the forest. You go along with it, curious as to why she's pulling you away from town. You walk for a while, and then reach a clearing, with a small brook babbling nearby.

"Alright bitch, I want a Pokémon battle. If I win, you tell everyone it was a misunderstanding. If you-" She snarls, but you cut her off

"Wait, wait, wait. Blue why are you so against the idea of being with me? It'll blow off in a week or two anyway, or you can just stage a breakup." You ask, genuinely confused as to her line of thought. And it kind of hurt that she hates being with you so much

"Because my parents going to think that you claimed me. They'll think I'm some cock-hungry bimbo! It'll ruin my image!" She shouts in exasperation.

"But, why would they think that? People don't claim their partners. I-" She cuts you off with a growl and starts pacing angrily.

"You're an idiot. My mom and stepdad going to think you claimed me, and you don't understand because I'm an Oak, and you're a Sycamore. I'm not supposed to be doing stuff like that. They're going to be furious when they find out. I'm supposed to stay out of dating until I get married to some rich or famous dude!"

"Your grandfather seemed okay with it."

"He's not my parents though, is he? They will tear me apart, and everything, everything rests on me staying in my parent's good graces. That means no dating, no drinking, no ****, and a million other things! They never wanted me to be a Pokémon trainer, but as long as I don't lose, they'll publicly support me. If I step out of line they'll disown me and I'll have nothing!" Blue seems on the verge of tears now, and she angrily wipes at her eyes. "Enough talk. Go Bulbasaur!"

Blue calls out her Pokémon and walks away a bit to set up her Pokédex on a tripod. Most trainers recorded or streamed their battles, both to analyze their matches and show off their victories. You walk away and set yours up on the opposite side, before calling out your Charmander. He comes out of his ball and looks at his opponent confidently. You stand behind him, crossing your arms and watching as Blue composes herself again.

"And I know you're a noble piece of shit. So don't even think about throwing this battle. I'm going to win fair and square." She hisses, and you recoil a bit. You were planning to just forfeit before anything happened so that her life wouldn't be ruined. But you can't now. Your Pokédexes beep and link together to stream the match. Whatever happened, there was no hiding it. This would be stored forever.

"Bulbasaur use tackle!" She orders.

"Charmander dodge!" You call out, and your boy dodges just in time, letting the grass-type fly past him.

"Bulbasaur, use tackle again!"

"Charmander use growl!" Your Pokémon growls at Bulbasaur and you see her weaken as it slows down her charge. Your Charmander didn't even need the order to dodge the sluggish Pokémon as she missed another tackle.

"No! Bulbasaur back up!

"Charge her and use scratch!" Your loyal companion charges forward and slashes the Bulbasaur across the face, making her whine in pain and recoil. They both dash backward and stare each other down.

"Tackle!"

"Growl!" You order, using your mother's favorite strategy. Wither down equal or stronger opponents, never actually fighting until you can guarantee a win. Bulbasaur charges your Charmander, but sound travels faster, and the growl slows her down even more. She's basically moving in slow motion when she collides with your Pokémon, and he barely even reacts as he gets headbutted.

"Scratch!" Your Charmander slashes Bulbasaur across the face again, and it looks like the fight is already heavily in your favor. Her Bulbasaur can barely attack, and your Pokémon is at almost full hp. Another few minutes of you alternating between growl and scratch, with Blue futilely trying to growl at the faster Charmander, and the battle is basically over. Bulbasaur is just barely staying on her feet and Blue recalls her Pokémon before the fight can go any further.

"I-I forfeit. I don't want her to get hurt even more." She says shakily, looking on the verge of tears again. "I have no money right now, so I guess you'll have to take my body."

"No, I won't." You reply and pick up your Charmander. "You're such a good boy aren't you? My little fire-breathing dragon!" He purrs happily and you hold him against your chest as you scratch his belly.

"What? Why not?" She asks quietly.

"I'm not going to **** my best friend to have sex with me! What kind of monster do you think I am?" You recoil and look at her balefully. Charmander mimics you, glaring at Blue from your arms. You set him down and recall him before walking over to your Pokédex so you can stop the streaming. Trainers aren't obligated to take forfeits, and you certainly aren't going to **** Blue to fuck you. There were four things a winner could take from a loser and you didn't plan on taking any of them.

First, their money. The specific amount scaled depending on how many gym badges someone had. Second, their body. In lieu of money, a trainer could fuck their opponent if they won. There was a list of allowed sex acts, and the sex could go on for one orgasm or one hour, whichever came first. Third, a combination of the previous two. The loser could negotiate to take certain acts off the table by offering money to the winner. It was up to the winner whether or not they took the deal, but generally, it was considered bad manners to refuse reasonable requests. And finally, in the event that the winner is not attracted to the loser, and the loser has no money, the winner can sell the loser's body to the highest bidder. Someone would have to purchase them within 3 hours, and for whatever price the winner set, the purchaser can ravish the loser's body for a half hour, or one orgasm.

But before you reach the Pokédex, you feel a soft hand grab yours. You turn around and see Blue staring at you with a deep blush and what looks like a **** expression. You stop and wait to see what she has to say.

"But what if I want you to fuck me?" She says quietly.