You Just Lie There Depressed Until Someone Finds You

You lie there wallowing in your misery for a little while, the cum plastered on your face and tits starting to dry in the afternoon sun. All that battle training, all those pokemon lectures you attended, were all so that you wouldn't end up in these situations; humiliated and used as a human sex toy by men. But now it looked like that was all pointless; you had already taken one load in the face and another in your pussy, and you were probably going to just end up like your mom and almost every other woman in Kanto that set out to be a trainer; used and abused by guys until they were either too emotionally drained to carry on or they got pregnant with some asshole's baby.

God I hope those morning-after pills work, you think to yourself, recalling Blue shooting his load inside your womb back in town. You are then also reminded of the fact that you possibly could have stopped him from doing so if you weren't so busy cumming from having his huge cock inside you. Ugh, maybe I am just a dumb slut who isn't cut out for this...

A weak pokemon cry from nearby snaps you out of your depressed state, and you realise that you never actually healed Danny's Pidgey that he left behind on the ground. Wiping some of the tears and cum off your cheek, you slowly pull yourself up off the floor... and by some freak accident you slip as you're getting up, falling back down on your back on the grass.

Fresh tears form in your eyes. You can't even stand up properly. How the hell did you think you were going to become a pokemon master? All those dreams were pointless. I'm just a stupid bimbo...

Another few minutes pass by. You are vaguely aware of the Pidgey slowly getting up off the ground, finding enough energy within itself to weakly shuffle off into the undergrowth somewhere. Maybe it would find its way back to Danny, maybe it would just end up as a stray out in the wild. You know you should care about it; it's a pokemon, and you're a pokemon trainer. But right now, with your father's hat lying discarded on the floor next to you and some douchebag's cum stuck to your sweaty face and tits, you don't feel like much of one.

"Why hello there," says a male voice, shaking you out of your depressed haze. "What do we have here?"

You groggily wipe the tears out of your eyes to see who's talking to you, and see a tall, well-built man looking down at you, getting a good look at your huge tits, fat ass, and cum-stained face. "You a trainer? I'm definitely gonna enjoy battling you..."