The Rustboro Trainer's School

(Author's Note: Mechanical notes such as dice rolls and One Page Solo Engine prompts, as well as any commentary I have about them, will be in italics and brackets. For example...)

(Set the Scene - Trainer's School. Complication - Things actually go as planned. Altered Scene - Normal)

Summer stood anxiously in the battle classroom of the Rustboro Trainer's School, hearing the chatter of her classmates all around her but not finding herself able to listen to any of it. The room looked as it ever did, with its high ceiling and numerous boxing-style rings for battling pokémon, but the atmosphere was completely different to any Summer had previously felt in here, and she had been attending the school since she was eleven.

The reason for her tension was obvious. This was her first lesson in the advanced class, where students of 18 and above were treated to a far more... realistic simulation of what being a pokémon trainer entailed. None of the students were licensed trainers - anyone could apply for a license at 18 and would likely get one, but the Trainer's School delayed the process for its students in exchange for providing them with a head-start when it came to pokémon knowledge, battle strategy, and, perhaps most crucially, connections. Most gym leaders and high-achieving pokémon trainers had attended some kind of trainer's school - it was why Summer's parents had sent her here, for no small fee.

Of course, a Rustboro graduation would prove incredibly valuable in her own personal goal of becoming a Pokémon Ranger, also. But Summer still resented having to attend these battle classes, especially now. In the advanced class, they weren't just taught about movesets and tactics - they were to be prepared for the forfeit system as well. Summer was hoping against hope that these lessons would somehow not be taking place this year, that some kind of complication had arisen and altered the situation in some way. That hope was dashed when Roxanne, Rustboro City gym leader and the school's advanced battling teacher, walked into the classroom and took her place at the front.

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"Settle down," Roxanne commanded, and the class immediately fell silent; the gym leader had the unquestioning respect of the majority of the student body. "I know why you're all gossiping," she continued. "But put it out of your minds for now. I want to see how well you all battle, first. What happens afterwards... happens afterwards." With those ominous words, Roxanne began assigning students into pairs for battle practice, seemingly at random.

(Yes/No (Likely) - Does Summer know the person she is paired up against? - Yes, but... - She knows them but does not like them.)

(Yes/No (Even) - Are they a guy? - No, but...)

Summer inwardly groaned as her partner was revealed. She didn't have a huge amount of friends at the school, but the stunningly attractive brunette who she had been chosen to battle against was one of the students she liked the least.

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Georgia, like a lot of the students at the school, was highly competitive when it came to pokémon battling, but it went deeper than that - Georgia was, even more than most guys Summer knew, very into the sexual conquest aspect of the system, continually gloating about the various female gym leaders she'd fuck into submission once she was a licensed trainer, and how she'd work to overhaul the system so she could dominate guys as well. On top of that, she ran a popular clique in the school, and was a bully - Summer wasn't her number one victim, but, as somewhat of a social outsider here due to her lack of interest in competitive battling, certainly wasn't spared the insults and taunts from Georgia and her friends.

Georgia fixed Summer with a familiar look of disgust as she approached. "Gotta say I was hoping for a more... memorable first conquest," the brunette frowned. "Still..." She looked Summer up and down, like a predator staring at a piece of meat. "Not a bad body. And, hey, it's a good day for you. You'll always be remembered as the first slut I dominated."

Summer flushed, but didn't say anything; she'd been at the school long enough to know that rising to Georgia's words wasn't a good idea. Georgia looked almost disappointed that Summer wasn't putting up a fight, but shrugged and stalked over to one of the class's pokéball racks, where the students would be selecting their pokémon to battle with - as unlicensed trainers, they didn't have any pokémon of their own yet. Summer quietly followed suit, honestly not sure whether she'd rather win or lose - she had a feeling Roxanne would make sure that a forfeit took place either way. She surveyed the pokémon available, wondering which to choose today...