Tournament Finale! (Part 3)

Your heartbeat thrums with the sound of the crowd. Everything coming back to life as the shock of Mew’s appearance fades. You focus on what’s in front of you. Wartortle was healed by Mew’s life dew, while Mawile was damaged by Mew’s thunder. You’re not sure if the battle is evenly matched, but it’s certainly closer now.

Wartortle fires off a water pulse. The **** knocks against the fairy’s side. She runs closer, her fang riddled hair already crackling with electricity. “Wartortle, rapid spin!” The turtle ducks into his shell, and it spins in a whirring of motion that skitters its shell along the ground. Rocks kicking up as his shell flies over the bumpy ground.

He bounces off the steel type’s back, scratching at her hard exterior. Wartortle pops back out of his shell. Mawile takes a second to find where Wartortle stopped. She sprints towards your partner, dashing through a pulse of water. Her fangs sizzle with electricity as they sink into Wartortle’s shell.

Ashley grins from across the way. She’s confident and truly believes she’s about to win. And honestly part of you believes it too. You push down your doubts, you can do this. “Wartortle, aqua tail.”

The pair twist in their grappled state. Mawile is slammed into the ground, and with her maw around his shell, he follows up with his water coated tail. Mawile’s grip falters for a second, and Wartortle is free.

The two stare at each other, both heavy breathing. The battle is nearly over. The two opposing forces stare at each other. With a final command from Ashley, Mawile darts forward. You shout for a last chance, a final water pulse to hopefully win. The water splashes off of Mawile.

Her open maw closing in on your partner. This is it. Your ass clenches remembering Ashley’s threats. Mawile’s electrified jaw clamps down. You gasp. The teeth are digging into her own leg. The shock recoils up her body and she falls to the ground. She knocked herself out in confusion.

You, you won? The crowd erupts in cheers. Ashley’s face crumples in a scowl that could boil your blood. You doubt she’ll let this go. “Everyone give it up for the victor of this year’s Rookie Tournament! Amber of Pallet Town!”

You stand in awe, as everyone around chants your name. You look to your friends in the stands. John, Yuruki, and Jack all clapping and roaring, your heart swelling at the sight of there cheers. It’s surely impossible, but you almost think you can hear them. But maybe it’s just your subconscious filling in the gaps. “Way to go A.” “I knew you’d win.” “My sexy little badass.”

“Now before I get carried away again. I believe a forfeit is in order.” Another round of applause overtakes the din of the crowd. The final forfeit of the tournament. Between the winner and the runner-up.

You approach Ashley. “I guess we should get this over with?” She doesn’t respond, just continuing her sour glare. “Okay, then.” You grab her shirt, pulling it over her head. She looks so much like Daisy, like Blue. The same raven black hair as Daisy pulled back into her ponytail. The fire in her eyes, the same hatred and rage as Blue.

You pause taking in the sight of her. The red gems of her piercings. Through her eyebrow, the bridge of her nose, the stud in her nostril, the two below her bottom lip, her ears dusted with red, both her nipples, and a dangling jewel from her navel.

What do you even do here? You wanted to win, but you hadn’t planned on what to do if you did. “You going to get off just staring?” she snarls. Part of you imagines following through on Ashley’s own threats, but you know that deep down you couldn’t follow through with the caning.

Instead you just let your instincts take over, you pull her close to you. Your lips on hers, you dart your tongue into your mouth. It flicks over the barbel through her tongue. Then you feel the sharp pain of teeth biting into your tongue, “Fuck.” You pull away, looking at the smirk on Ashley’s face. That bitch just bit you. You react on instinct wanting to return the hurt. Your fingers on her jeweled nipple, twisting until she whimpers.

“Kneel.” You reach into your bag while the raven haired girl lowers herself to her knees. You pull out the orange ‘Yuruki’ branded toy from your bag, left in your possession from the other night. You press the bulbous end to Ashley’s lips, getting it nice and wet with her saliva. With the cock end of your toy hanging from her mouth, you slip your dress off your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

You slip the glistening bulb into your pussy, the shaft resting against your pubic mound. Now you press the other end to her lips, pushing your hips forward. “It’s not going to suck itself,” you say trying to capture the energy of any man who’s claimed you in the past. Her brows furrow, but she obeys, bobbing her head. The jiggling of the toy rubs against your clit. You lull your head back, watching on the screens as Ashley sucks upon the orange toy. YURUKI turning to YURU to YU as her nose presses to your skin, and then Yuruki’s name reappears only to vanish again between Ashley’s lips.

You buck your hips catching her off guard, “Gllk,” she gags. The memory of your time with her in Surge’s gym comes to mind. You mimic her movements, slipping your foot between her legs. Without prompting, she begins grinding against your foot. The wet feeling of her pussy sliding over your skin, the tugging on the straps as they pull with her movements. And for the first time since meeting her, Ashley almost looks to be enjoying herself.

You watch as she loses herself, grinding against your foot, sucking on your artificial phallus. Each bob of her head, presses the toy against your clit. You moan, she moans. Her hand wraps around you ankle, the other plunged between her legs. You can feel her knuckles against the top of your foot. You’re tempted to stop her, to ruin her fun. But you don’t curious at the sight of a pleased Ashley.

She cries out in ecstasy, her body quivering atop your foot. You channel the men who’ve taken you, and with a grip on Ashley’s hair you push her down upon the orange toy. She moans and quakes, you can feel every quiver as the toy buried in her throat shakes alongside her, pressed against your clit.

She taps against your thigh, and you instinctively release your hold. The dick falls from her mouth and she reaches up removing the toy from within you. Without you saying anything, she takes the lead from her knees. The toy is turned around, the spit soaked shaft plunges between your lips, sinking into your depths. Ashley flicks her tongue over your clit, the metal of her piercing, conflicting with the softness of her tongue.

You pull her head in tight as your orgasm approaches. The toy filling you, your clit sucked into her mouth assaulted by her pierced tongue. You can feel the two gems below her lip against your skin, and her nose pressed against your mound. You moan out in ecstasy shaking from pleasure, all while the crowd chants, “AMBER! AMBER! AMBER!”