Viridian (Rose POV)

You watch the tv, upside down as your head lulls off the side of the bed. Hector rams into your pussy, fucking you once again. You had agreed to travel with Lars and Hector as a means of protection from challengers. But sometimes you wonder if traveling with them has resulted in more sex. Especially in this last week, where your journey has stagnated in Viridian City while the three of you watch the Rookie Tournament.

The battle on screen is between two of the women in the semifinals. Amber of Pallet Town and Jack of Fuchsia City. Professor Oak had told you about Amber during your week stay with him, so it’s been interesting to see her battle on screen.

Hector buries his cock deep within you, his cock pulses releasing another load. The last week has been this way, watching the matches while Hector and Lars take turns using your body. Depending on the day, you maybe go out to one of the surrounding routes for a bit of training. You try to convince the guys to move on, you’re feeling antsy waiting around in Viridian, especially with the gym closed. But they both want to watch the tournament, so you’ve been outvoted.

“I put in the food order, one of us just needs to go pick it up,” Lars says from the seat by the window.

Hector flops back on the bed, using a nearby towel to wipe his dick clean, “We’ll I’m too worn out to go. Rosey’s just been lying there all morning, why don’t you go dollface?”

Just been lying there? As if you haven’t been fucked nearly nonstop since waking. Whatever, it’s an excuse to get out of the room. “Fine,” you roll out of bed, grabbing your clothes from the floor.

You make your way through town to the Pokemart. “Hey, let’s battle!” You freeze, wondering if the challenge was towards you. You spot a woman making her way towards you, a pokeball already in hand. She brushes her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

You love battling. You wish you were doing more of it, instead of being locked up in a Pokecenter room all day. You grab Elekid’s ball and prepare yourself, “Bring it on.”

Her Lechonk appears opposite Elekid. She wastes no time ordering her Lechonk to tackle. “Thundershock,” you order in retaliation. A surge of electricity sparks from Elekid’s plug and zaps the pig pokemon.

You smile thinking that you have this in the bag. Until the challenger says, “Lechonk, mud shot!” You didn’t expect a ground type move. The muddy ball slams into your partner. He falls to one knee, barely hanging on against the Lechonk.

You venture a final chance, “Thundershock.” A weak bolt zaps the enemy.

At their trainer’s command the Lechonk uses a disarming voice. The squeal doing the final damage to knock out your only pokemon. You’ve lost.

“Nice match, I don’t know how much longer Chonky would’ve held out. I’ll just take my payment and be on my way though. I don’t want to miss the finale on the tournament.” You tap your phone to hers, transferring the funds she won.

It was exhilarating to battle someone. Hector and Lars’s plan to protect you from challengers had worked, the few times you’d actually left the room in the last week. This is why you wanted to be a trainer. With a renewed pep in your step you continue to the Pokemart.

You hear a couple of men’s voices when you’re about to round the corner. “Can’t believe we’re on mining duty.” You peek around to see if they look like trainers, you don’t have a usable pokemon and don’t want to forfeit to the pair of them. They are both dressed in all black, a red R on their chest. A pair of pokeballs on each of their belts confirms they’re trainers. You hide waiting for them to get far enough away.

“It could be worse, my buddy got stuck guarding Black Jack’s girl. Imagine spending all week around that insufferable cunt.”

The pair of them laugh, “Yikes, physical labor vs mental ****? I still don’t see why we have to drill into the side of the Arceus damned mountain. There are already two entrances, why not just use one of those.”

“Lance is still head of the league, he won’t let just a whole crew of us past the gates.”

Their conversation drifts away as they continue down the street. With the coast clear, you continue down the street to the Pokemart. The door dings overhead and the Mart man turns to look. He was watching the Tournament of course.

Jack and Amber are coming together on the screen, you can’t tell who won. “I’m here to pick up an order. For Lars?”

He turns from the sapphic scene on the tv. The 30 something man, with short black hair looks displeased that you’re interrupting his viewing experience. His name tag reads Tim. “Um, yea.” He looks at a screen behind the counter and grabs a pair of bags from behind him. “That’ll be 8900PD,” he says, more to the tv then to you. His pants are tented from an erection.

You tap your phone to pay, and the machine buzzes. Insufficient funds. What? You check your balance. The week’s worth of shopping has drained your bank account. And now to add insult to injury you realize you’re only 500PD short, if you just hadn’t lost to that blonde on the way over.

“Can we take something off, I’m a little short.”

He glances over at you, his eyes washing over your body. “Sorry. You’d have to cancel the order. Then I’d have to remake the order. Health stuff about reselling prepared food and all that.”

You sigh, knowing that Lars made the order so he’d have to cancel. And then you’d have to wait around for the food. You’d rather not go through all that. Maybe you can just grab something else off the shelf. Heat it up in the room.

“But you know, I could maybe cover the difference,” Tim suggests. You’re excited for a second thinking you’re saved, that is until you see the look in his eyes. Oh, he’s not going to cover the difference out of the goodness of his heart. “A little quid pro quo,” he says with a wink, nodding to his tented pants.

This is not why you became a trainer. You try to remember your earlier excitement of battling the blonde as you circle around the counter.