The Forfeits

Roxanne blew on a whistle, the shrill sound snapping Summer out of her thoughts as she turned to look at her teacher. "Nice battling, everyone," Roxanne said, and Summer looked around to see that the other students had all completed their matches too. The girls generally either looked relieved or distraught depending on the results of their battles, while most of the guys looked thoroughly excited, apart from those who had lost their fights or been matched against male opponents, who were looking at their classmates jealously. A black-haired boy who Summer couldn't remember the name of, victorious over his female opponent, shot Roxanne a grin and started to unzip his pants, but the gym leader met his smirk with a sharp glare that halted his movement. "For this lesson, we are going to handle the forfeits a little differently," she said, sternly. "As pokémon trainers, you will all be faced with very public sexual acts in front of crowds, likely even in televised gym battles and competitions. To get you all used to experiencing this, our forfeits will be performed one by one, with the rest of the class acting as your audience."

Summer's eyes widened in horror. She was going to have to have sex in front of people? In front of her classmates? The idea had been nerve-racking enough in her head when it had just been a one-on-one affair - this had to be ten times worse. "No fucking way..." muttered Georgia, her face turning pale, and Summer realised how damaging this would be for the popular girl's reputation; before, there had been a chance that no-one would have found out the result of the battle or seen Georgia having to sexually submit to a relative social outcast like Summer, but there was no hope of that being the case now.

Roxanne instructed the students to leave the battle rings and return to the front of the class, and they obeyed unquestioningly, Summer and Georgia both too shell-shocked to do anything else. The teacher then took their pokéballs from them and placed them in a healing machine. In real battles, any healing would have to be done once the forfeits had been completed, but there was no point adhering to those rules in a classroom setting; the pokémon's health was a priority, which Summer appreciated despite absolutely hating pretty much everything else about this scenario. "Now then," Roxanne said, looking around the gathered teenagers. "Before we begin, I want to check that the boys in our class have prepared condoms. They'll be necessary for these forfeits; your parents didn't pay for you to go to this school to wind up with grandchildren." There was some muttering from the guys and some negotiating taking place between those who hadn't remembered condoms and those that had, but eventually they all had the necessary equipment to continue.

"Ok," said Roxanne. "Let's have our first pair come up to the front." She cast her eyes over the students to select 'volunteers'. Please don't pick us first, Summer pleaded internally to any deity that may be listening. If another pair went before them, especially another pair of girls, at least she'd have some idea of what to do. Tragically, though, if any deities existed, they had more important things to focus their attention on. "Georgia, Summer, come up," said the gym leader, gesturing for the two to approach. No! Summer could feel her heart pounding, every fibre of her being telling her to run away, or just curl up in a ball and pretend not to exist. But she knew there was ****, and made the slow walk to the front of the class along with her sullen former opponent. (Yeah, I was never going to roll a dice or consult One Page Solo Engine for that decision. Sorry Summer lmao).

"Hell yeah, Georgia!" grinned Paris, a blonde girl who was part of the brunette's clique, giving her friend a thumbs up as they passed. "Put that little brat in her place!" Georgia said nothing, but shot Paris a furious glare. Paris's expression changed as she comprehended what that could mean. "Wait... no way...!"

"Congratulations, Summer," smiled Roxanne as the two girls joined her at the front, and the rest of the class started murmuring, stunned that Georgia had lost the battle. "I trust you both fully understand the forfeit rules?" the teacher continued. "Normally the victor could choose to take prize money instead if they wished, but it's far more important you learn about the alternative choice today. As the victor, Summer, you have full command of Georgia until you achieve orgasm." Summer hated the clinical way Roxanne was describing this process; it somehow made it even more embarrassing. It wasn't like Summer hadn't... touched herself... before, of course. Orgasm was hardly a foreign concept. But this was completely different. "When you are ready," Roxanne said, stepping aside to give Summer and Georgia the full 'spotlight'. "You may begin."

I am never going to be ready! Summer screamed internally, but **** herself to take deep breaths; though not so deep that her classmates would notice how desperately out of her depth she was. She had to try to keep calm and get through this. She had known this kind of thing would eventually happen. Like pretty much everything else at the Trainer's School, it was just something she had to endure in order to eventually achieve her dream. Ok... I can do this. Trying desperately to ignore the stares of Roxanne and all of her classmates, as well as the icy glare from Georgia, Summer pulled down her shorts, revealing her turquoise panties, which were quickly pulled down as well, the aspiring ranger wanting to get things over with as quickly as possible. Summer ignored the wolf-whistles from her male classmates as best she could as her shaved pussy was put on display for them all; she faced Georgia as she stepped fully out of her garments, trying to pretend it was just the two of them there, as if that made things any less agonizingly awkward.

"G-get on your knees," Summer told her beaten opponent, her voice sounding far squeakier than she had intended and drawing a giggle from the class. Georgia's eyes were daggers as she did as instructed, kneeling before a girl she had considered inferior from the moment she'd met her. Her hand shaking, Summer gestured to her lower lips. "Use... use your tongue," she commanded, her face turning as scarlet as her jacket.

"Use my tongue to do what?" Georgia asked, and Summer scowled at her; she knew Georgia could tell how little she was enjoying this, and that this was the popular girl's attempt at petty ****.

"Lick me," said Summer, forcing the words out. "Lick my... pussy until I... until I cum." The words were little more than a whisper by the end, but they were no less a direct order, and Georgia had **** but to obey, beginning to make the slow, humiliating crawl over to Summer in order to eat her out.

"Ok, pause." Roxanne's voice almost made Summer jump, she was so tense. Georgia stopped her movement as the two girls looked at their teacher, confused. "Summer, I appreciate you are finding this awkward and want to get this over with quickly, but that just isn't how public forfeits go," the gym leader said, walking back over to the two. Summer looked at the floor in embarrassment at being so directly called out, though her teacher's words were not unkind in tone. "Trainers are expected to put on a show for the viewing public during these forfeits," Roxanne went on. "It's half the reason people pay to watch competitive pokémon battling, and the reason that female trainers can earn so much money in Hoenn. If a woman performs well for the crowd in a forfeit, it can lead to sponsorship deals, TV exposure, and all kinds of other benefits." Summer knew that this was true - in the past, the sexual forfeit system had meant that women were in the minority of the trainer population, but with the erotic side of pokémon battling becoming more and more of an attraction, women were now offered big financial incentives to stay in the profession, especially at the top level. It was a big reason for her parents wanting to push her to become a competitive trainer, and of course a big reason that Summer was trying to divert from that path.

"So... what do you want me to do?" Summer asked, and Roxanne sighed.

"You really are clueless, aren't you?" The teacher's comment drew a laugh from the class, but a swift glare shut it down. Roxanne turned back to Summer. "Dirty talk is a big crowd pleaser. I know you're going to struggle there, but it really is important, especially as the battle winner. The other key aspect is build-up. Don't just go straight to what makes you cum." Summer squirmed uncomfortably at the gym leader's choice of words, but Roxanne continued undeterred. "Build some anticipation. Explore your opponent's body, at the very least."

"Explore... her body...?" Summer, for the first time, considered just how attractive Georgia was, and not merely from an objective aesthetic standpoint; if Summer put aside the other girl's unpleasant personality, she could very easily see herself falling for the green-eyed brunette, with her toned figure and large breasts and unfair ass. But still... exploring her body? Georgia's body?!

"Oh for Arceus' sake," Roxanne huffed, and moved towards Summer. "I'll give you an example." And before Summer could react, her teacher's lips were pressed against her own, Roxanne's body wrapping her in an embrace.

"Mmm...!" Summer squealed, and opened her mouth to protest, which only allowed Roxanne to slip her tongue inside and explore. Summer's heart was racing. No way...! My first kiss is... with Roxanne...?! Despite the insanity of the situation, she found herself enjoying the sensation a great deal more than she probably should, and quickly melted under the gym leader's passionate attention. She began to return Roxanne's kiss, closing her eyes and wrapping her own tongue around her teacher's in a battle for dominance. If the class were reacting in any way, which surely they were, none of it reached Summer's ears, lost as she was in the warmth of Roxanne's body and the otherworldly thrill that came from making out with her teacher. The thrill was only exacerbated by the gym leader suddenly moving her hands to Summer's C-cup breasts, squeezing them through her top and causing her to let out a muffled moan into Roxanne's mouth. Clearly finding the clothing irritating, Roxanne pulled off Summer's sleeveless jacket and threw it onto the floor next to her shorts and panties, swiftly doing the same to her top and bra, leaving her completely naked.

With Summer's tits exposed, Roxanne broke off their kiss and hungrily took one of them into her mouth, beginning to flick her tongue across Summer's sensitive nipple while taking the opposite breast back into her hand and resuming her fondling. "Ahh~!" Classmates completely forgotten, Summer completely failed to suppress a moan at the gym leader's **** on her defenceless boobs. Is this seriously happening?! And... why does it feel so good?! She could feel her arousal starting to leak from her snatch and onto Roxanne's skirt. Whether Roxanne felt the moisture or not, she reacted to it, moving her pantyhose-clad knee up to brush against Summer's exposed vulva. "Mmmm~!" Summer whined as Roxanne began to move her knee back and forth to rub against Summer's cunt, each movement sending pleasure shooting through her body like an electric current and causing more and more juices to leak from her entrance. Summer couldn't help herself - she began to grind her hips against Roxanne's knee, desperately sliding back and forth to increase the friction while the gym leader continued to expertly play with the girl's tits.

N-no way...! Summer could tell what was about to happen - her moans were growing louder and more frequent, and she could feel the pressure building inside her, like a dam about to burst. I can't... not like this...! But resistance was futile against her body's **** need. "Ohhhh...!" she whined. "Ahhh fuck...! Gonna cum...!" She was so close, one last brush of Roxanne's knee against her pussy would send her over that glorious edge... But suddenly Roxanne pulled away, leaving Summer a sweating, panting, naked mess, barely able to stand, her orgasm ripped away from her at the last possible moment. She suddenly became aware of the class's eyes upon her once again, and could hear muffled laughter from some of them - she had just announced her climax, very loudly, only to be denied.

Lust, shame and frustration bubbled away inside Summer as she stared at Roxanne, who for her part looked completely unfazed by what had just happened. "So," Roxanne smiled. "Exploring your opponent's body. Was that an adequate demonstration?"

She stepped aside, and Summer suddenly remembered that Georgia had been behind her teacher this whole time, still on her knees, still looking up at her with bitter hatred. Summer looked at Roxanne. She took a few deep breaths and tried to compose herself. "I... I think I know what I'm doing now. Thank you..."