Chapter 3
by 
Sarckle
Which 'Chronicle' should we dive into?
Flannery in 'Vacation'
You are Flannery the feisty gym leader of Lavaridge Town.
Tomorrow is the start of sign ups for the Rookie Tournament, which means a two week vacation for all non-hosting gym leaders. And luckily for you, that’s the Old Man’s job down in Mauville.
That just leaves the annual flood of Rookie’s trying to get that one last badge under their belts before the Tournament.
You pull your hair back into a ponytail, the ends flaring out in all directions. You pull on your thong and jeans, cinching your belt. After fitting the tube top in place, you tie the ends of the black vest under your bust.
Lavaridge is nestled between the surrounding peaks, the morning sun still glowing behind the caps leaving the town cast in the morning shadow. The hot spring owners are busying themselves opening their doors for the day as you make your way to the gym.
You take a selfie outside the hot springs sending it to your girlfriend. “Wish you were here.”
She quickly responds back, “Just one more day,” alongside a selfie of her in bed, her hair a bird’s nest, a nipple peaking over the top of her sheet.
You groan knowing you’re in for a long day. “Morning Flannery,” your secretary says from his desk.
“Morning, Hank,” you say scanning his desk, “Where’s—“ He grins pulling the cup of coffee from a shelf below the desk, Hot Spring Café written on the sleeve. You take the first sip, savoring the nutty flavor mixed with a splash of MooMoo Milk. “And the—“ Hank grins producing the Lava Cookie. “Mmm, you magnificent bastard. Give me 10 before sending in the first challenger.”
After finishing your cookie and coffee, you wait for Hank to walk in the first challenger. “Nakida, 2 badges,” Hank announces guiding him to his spot. The young man has hunger in his eyes, you’ve seen it on so many boys coming through your doors. But you’ve also seen the nervous ticks, his shaking hands, quivering lip, the bulge in his pants.
You grin grabbing Slugma’s ball, ready to battle.
Nakida fails to even put up a challenge. The other early birds don’t fair much better. You clear out the people waiting without any forfeits on your end. The battlefield has heated up from your battles, you take the short reprieve in battling to get a cool towel from Hank. Wiping away sweat and guzzling water.
The winning streak doesn’t last forever though. Hank brings in the next challenger and he sweeps your team with his Empoleon.
He wastes no time guiding you to your knees. “Just where I like you,” he cups your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Beg for it,” he commands, unfastening his belt.
“Please give it to me,” you play along, having had plenty of practice as both a trainer and gym leader. His cock springs free, slapping against your cheek. “Wow,” you say, only half pretending.
He smirks, gaining control by wrapping his hand around the base of your ponytail. He guides his cock into your mouth, and slowly pushes the head over your tongue. He thrusts, and guides your head lower down his shaft.
“Fuck that’s good,” he moans, holding your head down, his cock buried in your throat. He releases his hold, you pull back gasping for air. “Over here,” he says, pulling you along by your ponytail. You don’t have time to stand, crawling after him.
He sits in one of the chairs off to the side. “I want to fuck those titties.” You position yourself between his legs, his spit slicked cock sliding under your top and between your tits. “Fucking hell,” he groans as you crane your head down to flick your tongue over the head of his cock.
He thrusts up as you bounce your chest along his member. His dick throbbing as he continues to groan, until he finally explodes. Cum shoots across your chest and face, as he lulls back in his seat.
“That was amazing,” he sighed as you stand up, finding the clean up kit at your station.
“You’ll need to head out, now,” you tell him wiping away his cum. He chuckles but pulls his pants back up, and leaves.
You manage a couple more victories before your next loss. He pulls you close to him, kissing you. Both of you are sweaty from the heated battle, your pokemon’s fire attacks rising the ambient temperature of the room.
He strips you down, losing his clothes in the process. Groping you as he kisses you. He guides the both of you to the ground, lining his cock up with your pussy.
He grunts thrusting into you. His sweaty body slapping against yours. You moan as he kneads your chest, his cock pounding into you. He shudders, thrusting into you, your insides coated in his warm seed.
You send him on his way. And do your best to clean up before Hank brings in another competitor. The rest of the day follows the pattern, plenty of victories interrupted by losses that result in you sucking and fucking a few other trainers.
Hank announces the next challenger, “Sapphire, 3 badges.”
You recognize her immediately, “You’re Normie’s daughter. This should be good.”