Try and get Oak's third Pokémon.

Maybe Blue only beat you because his Charmander had an advantage over your Bulbasaur. If so, it stood to reason that if you also had Oak's Squirtle, you'd stand a much better chance of wiping the smug smirk off your rival's face.

Getting Oak to give up the Water-type may be a tough sell, but you had a feeling your tight teen body would prove to be quite the bargaining chip.

"Professor? Can I ask you something?" You say innocently, approaching the grey-haired academic once again.

"Yes? What is it, dear?" Oak asks.

"Um, I was wondering if I could have that third Pokémon?" You say, deciding to get it out of the way as quickly as possible.

"Wha-what?" Oak stammers. "Red, you can imagine I'm quite attached to it. As you know, it's my sole remaining Pokémon."

"Shouldn't it be out in the field? On some lucky Trainer's... hip?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Be that as it may, it would be unfair to my grandson. He-" As you draw a little closer, the Pokémon Professor is clearly getting a little flustered and hot under the collar. This should be easy.

Dropping to your knees before Professor Oak, you grab his hands.

"Please, Professor!" You simper. "I need it to beat Blue! I'll do anything!"

Just as you expected, the bulge in Oak's pants is both unmistakable and unmissable.

Extricating your hands from Oaks', you slide one towards his crotch at an excruciating pace. Undoing the Professor's zipper, you reach into his pants and begin to fish out his cock.

"Red, don't." Oak says half-heartedly. You know he's already given in.

Unsurprisingly, Oak's prick is as hard as an Onyx, if not quite as massive.

Playfully stroke the little professor, you bring your mouth down on it. Oak's old, out of practice, and hasn't been with someone as hot as you are in decades, if at all. He's practically already on the verge of cumming.

Your fingers skilfully teasing his balls, you deepthroat his cock. You wonder if Oak knew the sweet little girl from Pallet Town knew how to do this to a man. If he ever fantasised about you. Well, you knew he definitely would after this.

"Red..." Oak gasps, his hands drifting from resting atop your hat, to stroking your bare shoulders.

You redouble your efforts as you hear the Professor cry out, arch his back and unload in your mouth.

Well, his grandson better last longer, you think.

Withdrawing from Oak's flaccid cock, you make a show of slowly, deliberately swallowing his load.

The normally stern Professor is overcome, his heart thundering, not knowing where to look.

Your eyes dart to the third Pokéball.

-

Wiping your mouth, you happily sashay out of Oak's lab, Bulbasaur on one hip, Squirtle on the other. Your career as a Trainer was off to quite the start.