Talk to her before anything.

As you scrub, she relaxes and asks you a question. “What’s your name, oh mysteriously friendly boy?”

“Red, from Pallet town. You?”

“Leah, from Pewter City.” Her body is loosening up as you continue to wipe the filth off of her.

“How did you, um… end up like this, Leah?” You ask hesitantly.

She chuckles. “A fuckin’ gangbang, genius. Bunch of guys in the forest challenged me together. Thought I’d be fine with my Geodude and Nidoran against some bugs. But Geodude got poisoned right off the bat and couldn’t last, and those guys’ ringleader had a Beedrill that fucked up my Nidoran. Their boss went first, so they were all able to challenge me afterward when I was outta Pokémon. So I got passed around for a while. They left me here instead of out in the woods, which was nice.”

“That sounds rough, I’m sorry.” You say sympathetically.

She waves you off though, shrugging. “Not a huge deal. It happens. I’ve only been a trainer for a week, and that was my third gangbang.”

“THIRD!?” You stare at her in shock.

Leah laughs again. “Yeah, buddy, third. First was on my first day, when the local guys and gals decided to have a ‘welcoming party’ for me. Known some of those dudes my whole life. Second was when I went onto Route 3 to catch my Nidoran. On the way back, someone beat me, and then every other trainer on the Route had some fun.” She doesn’t sound all that bothered by any of this…

As you’re cleaning her, you inevitably reach her chest. Pausing for a moment, you look up at her, silently seeking permission. She sticks her tongue out at you playfully. “Keep it goin’ handsy, they aren’t cleaning themselves.” You blush at her ‘handsy’ remark, but continue wiping her down all the same.

“You haven’t really sounded… upset, about any of this.” You say as you feel up/clean her boobs.

“No real point gettin’ upset. It’s how things are, I knew that goin’ in.” She closes her eyes and sighs contentedly, enjoying being pampered. “My sister gave me some advice before I started. ‘You have to enjoy it, too a degree’.”

“Enjoy it?” You ask.

“Yeah, the fuckin’. If you don’t enjoy it, you’re gonna be miserable any time it happens. You could end up breaking and quitting completely, or pushing on fueled by hate and spite. Neither of which are healthy options. ‘Course, you don’t wanna end up enjoying it too much. Some girls do, and they basically start losing on purpose, or just skipping the battles all together and becoming whores or sluts.” She stops for a moment as you reach up and clean her face off as best you can, then continues. “So the best place for us girls to land is a happy middle. Do your best not to get fucked but, when you do, have fun. A lot of guys will even treat you nicer if you’re acting into it.”

You pull back from her, having cleaned her as best you can, and finally take a good look at Leah. She’s a tall girl, 5’11, long and lean all the way down. Toned muscles and flat stomach, and firm B-cup breasts. Her skin is a bronze-tan, and her hair is a warm black, cut short to just under her ears. Her bright green eyes twinkle at you once you finally look into them after ogling her openly.

“Like what you see?” She smirks at you.

“Yeah, I do. You’re really hot, Leah.” You say unabashedly.

“Thanks! Bet I felt good to rub, too!” She winks at you, then starts pulling on her clothes. Her light gray panties and black leggings come on first, followed by a white tank-top and no bra. They’re a bit dirty and crumpled, but they’ll do. “Now! How to thank the world’s kindest boy… hm what to do…”

“It’s okay, I was just happy to help. And I was pretty ‘handsy’ anyway, like you said.” You smile sheepishly.

“Now come on, don’t be like that. I gotta do something for a guy who didn’t even challenge a girl who admitted she was outta Pokémon… you could still challenge me, by the way, I can take these clothes right back off.” She walks over to you and grabs your hands. “I feel like I owe ya. You aren’t gonna leave me feelin’ like that, right?”

As you stare into Leah’s beautiful green eyes, you feel your willpower crumbling. You don’t like the idea of challenging a girl when she’s defenseless, you never have, but you’re really horny after washing her. She seems into it, so it’s probably fine… Willpower crumbled.