You win

Despite the momentary advantage Tracey's Bulbasaur gains, your Heracross is able to finish off it by tackling it a few more times until it is sent flying and faints.

"WE DID IT!" you cheer as you rush up to hug Heracross.

"Bulbasaur, return!" Tracey says, recalling Bulbasaur back to her Pokeball. "You win!"

Your first battle is over and you've won. To make it even better, it was against Tracey and now you can do whatever you want with her.

"I don't know what you were expecting, challenging a Heracross with a Bulbasaur." you say.

She should have known about type advantages.

"My brother lost despite having a type advantage so I know that isn't everything," Tracey says. "But still, I'm obviously not good enough to beat you yet. I guess I'll just have to make my Bulbasaur stronger."

You high five Heracross and return him to your Pokeball.

Relishing this victory over Tracey, you feel a tightness underneath your skirt. You are hard from the authority you have over another. You have the power to make her to anything. Now Tracey has to compile with whatever you want to do with her.

"Well, you know what this means, right? Time to pay up." you say.

"Get on your knees." you say to her. Tracey complies with your wishes. "Good doggie." You take off Tracey's shoes, pull down her shorts and panties, exposing her anus and weenie to the world, and caress her little member with your smooth hands. Up and down, you feel her tiny dick twitching like it's ready to erupt. "Oh no, we can't have that. I haven't given you permission to cum. I want you to beg me for it just like the dog you are!"

"I want to cum, Illya. Please let me cum." Tracey says almost at her limit.

"Stick out your tongue and bark for me."

Tracey sticks out her tongue. "Worf!"

You see Tracey's weenie twitch. You pat Tracey on the head.

Not wanting her cap to get in the way, you grab it and throw it off.

"Take off your clothes." you command.

As far as you know Tracey has never even kissed a boy and now she's stripping completely naked in front of you. She pulls her shirt over her head and then reached behind her back to unbuckle her bra, throwing it towards the growing pile of her discarded garments. She is completely nude save for her black stockings. You giggle at the sight of her flat chest.

"Not much to see!" you say. "Though your ass does make up for it."