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Pokemon Sword and Sheath	By : Scrying Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 2427 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Really fucking convenient you don’t have to be around for this part of the training, huh ‘cuz?! Rosa Whitley thought as she gritted her teeth hard, raising her arms to protect herself from the whipping winds and hundreds of grains of sand tossed about. The top-heavy whore was making her way through the dunes of an area of the Nimbasa desert known as the “desert resort”. The name was an ironic one, of course. It was a particularly harsh part of the hellscape that the desert was known for being, so much so that not even the new building projects that Rosa and her cousin had passed by days ago dared to venture out there.

The only things around for miles were trainers and wild Pokémon. An ideal spot for training, Hilda had explained. And so every morning, like clockwork, Rosa awoke at sunrise and set off, walking nearly an hour south and then swinging west to head into the “resort”, spending the entire day there training. It was bitter work, to say the least, working her team of five to the bone. Servine was faring the best, given the favourable type match-ups. Thankfully, none of her team, in particular, were struggling, but it was still gruelling work. And the cherry on top was the fact that Rosa was going alone.

Hilda Blackburn, her supposed mentor, stayed behind every single day in Nimbasa City. Rosa wasn’t even entirely sure that her cousin ever left her room at the Pokémon Centre.

Arceus Alive! I bet she didn’t do this to herself on her journey! Rosa thought as she felt sand filling her sneakers, her foot sinking into the dune she was cresting. Her ankles were shaking from the unstable ground she was on. Her massive tits were jiggling wildly in her baseball t-shirt, which was covered in sweat from how hot it was every single day. Her titanic chest was always coated, as was the rest of her body, by the time she returned to the Pokémon Centre in the evening. And by then, typically, she needed to leave her Pokémon with Nurse Joy for a while. On top of being exhausted from spending a full day in the desert. Rosa hadn’t gotten laid in days, and it was starting to frustrate the busty slut.

“SANDILE!” She heard a Pokémon to her right roar. She whipped her head around to see the ground type charging towards her.

Fucking shit! Rosa thought, nearly falling over in a panic. Despite the heat of the desert, the Desert Croc Pokémon made her body go cold, still thinking of what happened to her Magby. Her head dove into her huge tote bag, scrambling to grab a Pokéball.

“Go!” She shouted, tossing it, not entirely sure who she had summoned.

“RIOLU!” Her fighting type exclaimed, landing between her and the ground type.

“Riolu! Use Force Palm!” Rosa exclaimed, trying her best to find her footing on the steep slope of the dune again. Riolu obeyed, rushing forward as a glow of blue aura surrounded its palm. Sandile leapt into the air. Rosa wasn’t entirely sure what attack it was going for, but it didn’t matter in the moment. The two Pokémon collided, sending a small shockwave rippling out from the impact. Rosa let out a yelp, falling backwards onto her ass as the force of the blast wave hit her.

“Damn it,” Rosa grunted, brushing sand off her plump thighs, “Strength, Riolu! Finish it!”

Riolu yarped its name, bringing its leg around, also glowing nearly white now. The Sandile had no time to react as the fighting type struck it under the chin, sending it flying off into the storm.

The top-heavy whore breathed a sigh of relief, “Good work, buddy.”

Riolu turned and nodded to its trainer, giving her a thumbs-up. Suddenly, a bright white glow engulfed Riolu, making Rosa jump. She stood up quickly, her massive bust bouncing wildly on her chest.

What the hell?! She thought, confused for a moment, Wait … no way!

Riolu’s form became amorphous in the glowing light, starting to subtly shift, move, and grow. Rosa’s jaw dropped, and her eyes were transfixed on the sight before her as the glowing ceased.

“Lucario!” Her fighting/steel-type Pokémon exclaimed, howling with its newfound power.

“Hell yes!” Rosa exclaimed, “Lucario! This is amazing!”

Lucario bared her teeth as Rosa, a wolfish grin. Rosa brought up the Pokéball the Aura Pokémon travelled in, returning her newly evolved team member.

Fighting is weak to flying, but Steel resists it … Electric is fine against Steel, I think? You’d think they’d be weak since metal conducts electricity. I guess they’re not technically metal? Rosa began to contemplate the type match-ups of her team as she walked.

She and Hilda had been strategising how best to take down Elesa and her Electric types for days. Rosa’s team was almost entirely neutral to Electric type, with the exception of Servine, who resisted their attacks, and Drilbur, who was immune and could also deal super effective damage. The two cousins had agreed that Drilbur was the linchpin to this attempt to get a badge, but there was a secondary problem with Elesa’s electric/flying type, Emolga. Hilda and Rosa had agreed the best move was to repeat what they had done against Burgh. Sure up her team’s defences to ensure they can take a few hits and whittle down the Sky Squirrel Pokémon.

Steel is a great defensive type. This will do wonders for the plan Rosa thought.

Rosa’s footsteps stopped. The busty slut looked up, realising that suddenly the winds were no longer howling, the sand any longer whipping at her skin. Even the heat of the sun from overhead was gone. Any discomfort she had felt had disappeared. She twisted her head, looking around the vast stretch of sand she found herself on. Flat, unchanging dunes.

What the hell? Rosa thought, raising an eyebrow I just walked down a dune … what’s happening here?

Shhhhhh

Her head whipped back in the direction of the noise, her massive bust jiggling wildly on her now-dry shirt. The sands ahead of her were shifting like something was moving underneath them. Rosa’s hand went for her tote bag, only to find there was nothing at her side. Her hand plunged downwards, going through where the bottom of the bag should have been.

WHAT?! She thought, her heart skipping a beat in panic. Her head twisted downwards to find the bag was indeed gone from her side. Her wrist was bare as well. Her Xtransceiver was gone.

Shhhhhh

Rosa whipped her head around, watching as two more movements under the sand began to encircle her.

What is going on?! She thought. She wanted to run, but her feet felt planted in place like the roots of a tree; they refused to obey her. The three encircling shifts moved in on her, curling inwards towards the centre point between them, exactly where Rosa stood. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. All she could do was bring her arms up to protect herself.

DA-WOOM!

The sand was tossed into the air like explosions had gone off underneath them. It rained down on Rosa like a storm for a few seconds. The top-heavy whore had her head down, arms up, bracing for whatever was about to attack her. For a moment, everything was calm. Rosa opened her eyes, finding that there were three sets of legs emerging from the ground around her.

Slowly, Rosa lifted her head. Once again, her heart nearly stopped as she gazed upon what was around her. Three humanoid figures with their faces obscured by large masks. They had wings of bright yellow sprouting from their back, tipped in reds and blues alternating. It matched the pattern of the baggy pants that covered them from the waist down. The masks were green on the tops and bottoms with a jagged line of white separating those areas of a black void in between them. Two large blue circles vaguely resembling eyes were the only decoration in that section. A stem of black grew off the mask, with a third blue dot in it, making the stem bulge into a circular shape before reaching its peak.

What are you? Rosa wondered, feeling her heart pounding so hard in her chest it was making her titanic tits bounce.

The strange figures said nothing; instead they all reached down to their baggy pants, pulling on the waistline.

Oh fuck Rosa thought, her eyes transfixed on the massive, throbbing, flaccid cocks that fell from behind the material. They were thicker than Rosa’s snatched waistline and nearly as long as their figures’ legs were. The bulbous, uncut tips were only an inch or two from touching the sands, and that was mostly thanks to the grip the figures had on their members, keeping them off the dunes. Rosa felt her core clenched, arousal running down her nude thighs as her thick nipples stiffened on her ginormous chest.

Suck them A voice in Rosa’s head demanded.

“Yes,” She moaned in a submissive voice, dropping to her knees before the three figures. Her mouth opened as she leaned forward, closing her eyes. The cock was already halfway down her throat. All three of them were. But she wasn’t being triple-stuffed. Her throat certainly wouldn’t survive.

Rosa’s form had split, with two more Rosas growing from the torso up on her back, with tits as big as the original’s. None of them was truly sure what was going on, but all acted as one as they sucked on impossibly thick and long cocks. Their tongues moved in unison, encircling the girthy shafts, which sported no veins at all. They didn’t even pulse or throb like a typical dick would. But the Rosas did not care. There was something more compelling to this moment that demanded they suck on the massive cocks before them, beyond Rosa’s innate desire to suck on any cock presented to her.

Their pussy clenched tightly around nothing, drooling her arousal out from her plump lips onto the sand beneath her. Despite the sun overhead, the sands she was currently crouched on were not hot in the slightest. Drool and slobber fell from Rosa’s mouths, splattering all over her impossibly huge tits, giving them a sheen of spittle. One of the Rosa’s hands groped her huge chest, the rhythm of her sucking breaking from the other two. She hefted her huge bust upwards, surrounding the bottom half of the cock she was sucking on her ‘dick pillows’ as Nate had dubbed the. A moment later, another Rosa did the same, then the last. The three top-heavy sluts had broken their rhythmic sucking, all bobbing their heads up and down their respective shafts at different paces. All of them moved their tongues in different patterns. All of them groped and kneaded their massive breasts like dough with different intensities. And all three of them filled their air with moans of pleasure. Three cocks sucked, but only one pussy was left neglected resulting in three times the arousal feeding back into the cock-drunk minds of the nude, busty whore who had split into three from the waist upwards.

Not a single sentient thought passed through Rosa’s mind as her head became a blur, burying her face into her huge chest over and over again. The taste of the cock on her lips was far too alluring for her even to consider having thoughts of curiosity about her current situation. The massive dick bucked inside of her throat, battering her soft innards with its hard form. Rosa gagged lightly as she did her best to bring it under control. She heard as her other selves also retched, clearly struggling with the girth of their dicks as well.

How can something this thick even fit in my mouth? She wondered for a moment but dismissed the question quickly. The taste alone~ Fuck, I’m already so close! I can taste them three times over! My pussy needs all three at once~

Rosa shuddered as she felt the strong, slightly cold palm of a large hand on her head thrice over. Her big, submissive, doe-like eyes looked up, shining bright with lust, projecting white hearts of pleasure up onto the strange figures before her. The peculiar mask was staring at her intently, somehow taking up the sum of her field of vision. She couldn’t look away, completely hypnotised by the pattern. The creature’s thrusts increased in pace, pounding the massive, thick cock down Rosa’s throat. Her pouty lips kissed its pubic bone over and over again. The extra-large set of testicles attached to the cock shaft, hanging like two massive chime weights in a sagging black sack, swung like a twin set of wrecking balls, slapping into Rosa’s titanic chest over and over again. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the air.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

CHOKE! SUCK! GLUKK! GLUKK! GLUKK! SUCK! CHOKE! GULP! RETCH! GULP! GULP! SUCK! GAG!

All three forms of the top-heavy whore were completely motionless, letting her head and throat be turned into a fuck sleeve of the impressive cock. There was still no throbbing, none of the usual signs from the cock that it was receiving the same level of pleasure from being sucked that Rosa was receiving from sucking it. Moans and mewls escaped Rosa’s lips, still muffled by the sheer amount of dick being stuffed down it. She hollowed out her cheeks as best she could, swallowing around the shaft, trying to tame the massive beast's dick. The grip of the creature tightened on Rosa’s head, pulling at the roots of her brunette hair. A jolt of pleasure shot up Rosa’s spine, making her arch her back, pushing her perky, bouncy tits out. They were jiggling on her chest from the force of the impacts from the creature’s huge balls. All three Rosas were in a state of near-orgasmic bliss. Her pussy, stimulated by three blowjobs at once, was tightening up around nothing, close to her finish. Rosa’s tongues swirled around the thick shafts, lathering them in spittle and praise, though a bit unsure of how to show their devotion, due to a lack of veins to guide it down the length of the dick.

I’m gonna cum~ Rosa thought as her eyes rolled back in her heads Gonna cum~! Gonna cum~!

A torrent of squirt sprayed through the air, largely ripped apart by the whipping gale winds of the desert. It fell several feet before splashing down without ceremony into the sand, turning it to mud. Rosa’s limbs thrashed and writhed, the busty slut looked as if a live wire was being run through her splayed, nude body. As if she were being possessed by a ghost type as her form hung in the middle of the desert air. Her eyes had fully rolled into the back of her head, completely obscuring her pupils. She let out a haggard wail of pleasure as her cunt continued to spasm, sending out shot after shot of squirt. Her fingers and toes were dancing in the air, thrashing against the nothing of whatever restricted her movements.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!” She screamed in pure bliss, the whipping winds of the desert stealing the noise away.

She could feel the wind on her body now, howling against her sensitive skin. Her brown eyes rolled forward again, staring up at the bright blue, cloudless sky above. She gasped, inhaling as if she had just come back to life.

Where? Was all she managed to think before her body had weight again. Rosa’s stomach was left behind as her body dropped several feet from where it had been floating back onto the hard sands below her. She let out a wheeze at the impact, feeling it hard on her back. Her massive tits jiggled wildly on her chest.

What the fuck just happened? Rosa wondered, reaching up to rub her head. She still had her visor on and her sneakers, but that was it. She looked to her left, then to her right, spotting her tot bag and her clothes in a pile nearby.

The nude, top-heavy whore got to her feet, trying to dust off the sand that had clung to her soft skin. She looked around again, searching for a sign of whoever or whatever had just done that to her. She saw nothing but open dunes. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she turned back towards her things.

The mask was in her face, taking up her vision the same way it had before.

“DIALGA!” Rosa exclaimed in pure fear as she threw herself backwards onto the ground. Her heart was pounding like a war drum in her chest, making her huge tits bounce from the force it was beating with. Her eyes were wide with fear as she gazed upon the floating form of a Sigilyph above her.

Oh shit! I must have wandered into its territory! Rosa realised. Her eyes looked at her tote bag, several feet away from her. The psychic/flying type hung in the air, seeming to stare down at the busty slut.

“You did that to me, right?” Rosa asked, trying to work up some courage, “Y-you created t-that vision in my head? O-of me sucking those cocks?”

The Avianoid Pokémon remained silent, hanging in the air above Rosa.

“Di-did you like it? The way my mouth felt on your cock?” Rosa managed to ask, “I can do that f-for you again. And again. And again. J-just let me go and I’ll take you with me. I’ll be yours!”

You trespass A feminine voice entered Rosa’s head.

Oh … are … are you a girl? Rosa asked in her mind, wondering if the Pokémon could understand her.

You violate my territory The psychic/flying type answered This will not go unpunished.

Please, listen to me! I didn’t mean. I’m just training my Pokémon! I’ll leave and never return, I swear! Rosa gritted her teeth, trying to keep the fear from being visible on her face.

What was that? The Pokémon asked, closing the distance between them I showed you … what was it?

Oh … you … you mean sex? Rosa questioned Oral sex. A Blowjob! I guess you don’t … you don’t have a mouth, do … do Sigilyph have sex organs?

Oral … The word was repeated back to her.

Yeah, yeah Rosa nodded her head Did it feel good? I’ve been told I’m really good at it. You know, if it felt good, I could do that to you more often. In that little mindscape you made?

More? The Avianoid answered, shifting its entire body to the side.

Yeah! More! I have sex with all my Po- most of my Pokémon. The ones with cocks, but if you can make those big yummy fake cocks I’ll suck them off if they keep giving me real orgasms! Rosa beamed with a smile.

Sigilyph was silent for a moment, and only the noise of the winds around them filled the air.

Hilda’s days had become pretty simple with Rosa out training. She was trying a more hands-off approach to let Rosa flourish on her own. And Hilda's thoughts of late had concerned her.

I’m not just building her team so I can beat it, I’d never do that The pear-shaped former champion was still hung up on where that creeping feeling of doubt had come from. So, to prove (mostly to herself) that this wasn’t the case, she had sent Rosa off to train by herself, away from Hilda’s ever-watchful eye.

We’re partners on this journey Hilda reminded herself Partners in battle, partners in sex. Well … with humans anyway. Arceus Alive, she’d judge me so much if she knew I love Poké-cock. The only person I’ve ever told about that was Bianca … and only because I caught her with her Mienshao

Every morning in Nimbasa, Hilda left the comfort and safety of the Pokémon Centre and travelled to a small café next door for breakfast. She ate outside, enjoying the view. She found downtown Nimbasa to be quite pleasant. Nothing like the rougher neighbourhoods of Aspertia, Virbak, and Castelia she had previewed on her journey thus far. This morning was no exception, finishing up her meal and making her way back to the Pokémon Centre as she wrestled with these creeping feelings of guilt.

It wasn’t my idea for this journey. It was our moms … She reminded herself But I was pretty insistent on what she added to her team at first. Magnemite, Riolu, Drilbur. She didn’t always listen to me, though, and I took that in stride, right? She’s not just a project. I actually really enjoy her company The former champion looked down at the sidewalk, watching her feet stroll along. A glint of something hit her eyes, making her wince.

What the? She twisted her head, looking at the patch of grass where the reflection was coming from. The pear-shaped slut bent down, pushing her titanic ass cheeks out as she inspected the glass-like stone on the ground. Her lithe fingers curled around the rock, picking it up. It had a yellow streak inside and felt as if it had a current running through it.

A Thunder Stone! Hilda realised, eyes opening wide.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! PLAP! CLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! PLAP!

“Ahh~ Uhmph! Uhmph!~ Ahhhh~” Hilda wailed with pleasure. She was bent over her bedframe in the Pokémon Centre as her Emboar pounded its pig cock up into her back door. Her massive PAWG ass cheeks were like the sea in a rough storm, covered in rippling waves moving every which way from the impacts of her starter’s vicious thrusts. The barrel-like arms and claws of the fire/fighting type bracketed Hilda’s svelte upper body as it put all its power into its hard thrusts. Hilda’s legs were like jelly; even her plump thighs were jiggling from the repeated impacts and blows.

Her hands were splayed, arms stretched across the sheets, fingers white-knuckling as she held on tightly. The pounding throbbing of his corkscrew-shaped member drove Hilda wild. Black hearts were burning brightly in her pupils as her eyes themselves glazed over with lust, rolling back in her head.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, Arceus Alive, Emboar,” She let out a guttural moan, “Yes! Yes! Right there! Ohhhhh ffffffuck~ Fuck me~ Fuck my ass~”

I guess sitting around all day while Rosa is off training has its benefits Hilda thought as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She arched her back, pushing her stomach further into the bed to make her already impossibly huge ass look even bigger. Emboar needed little more enticement, letting out a snort as it continued to rut into Hilda’s back door without mercy. Her plump pussy was drooling, soaking the area between her thunderous thighs. Arousal was coursing through Hilda’s veins like blood. Her fingers danced, gripping the sheet awkwardly as her nervous system short-circuited for a moment. One of her eyelids fluttered shut as a long, thick strand of slobber fell from her plump, pouty lips, followed by a guttural, haggard moan of pleasure.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~” The low tone filled the room as Hilda’s mind went completely blank.

Emboar paid this complete switch off of Hilda’s brain little mind, quite used to its trainer going limp during sex and knowing that she preferred that the sex not stop because of it. Instead, the fire/fighting type picked up pace, using all of its speed to pound into Hilda’s asshole without any mercy. Its massive member bucked, battering Hilda’s soft innards with its form like a burning hot poker. Hilda jolted as her guts were seared with fire-type pre-seed erupting from Emboar’s tip. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, tongue leaping forward into the air. Her arms pulled backwards, dragging the sheets and coiling them up into a ball under her small chest. Her entire body was shaking as pleasure rocked her nervous system. Her starter didn’t let up in the slightest, pounding hard as its cock secreted its pre-seed.

“You’re! Ah! May! Zing!” Hilda chanted with the air being forced from her lungs with every thrust.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The Mega Pig Pokémon let out a snort, watching as Hilda’s body began to move on its own, thrusting backwards to meet Emboar’s vicious rutting halfway. Her pale cheeks were a sea motion, taking every brutal thrust straight. The fire/fighting type was certainly going to leave a bruise on its trainer’s colossal cake.

“Cum! In! Side! Me!” Hilda mewled, her tongue hanging loosely from her slack jaw. Her lips were curled upwards in a toothy smile. Her entire face was bright red and coated in sweat. She arched her back, contorting her body around the guts lodged in her guts, all the make her heart-shaped pillow of an ass that much bigger and more enticing to the beast using her like a doll. Emboar’s cock bucked again, pressing its burning-hot flesh against her innards. Hilda’s stomach turned a sour cold in response to the impact, the hairs all across her midsection standing on end as the strange sensation leapt up her spine. The bottom-heavy slut inhaled as her eyes opened wide, blurring as her brain partially shut down in response to the overwhelming sensations. Her cunt collapsed around nothing, love tunnels caving in as a torrent of squirt ejected from between her legs. Her bed sheets were soaked clean through, turned practically black with how much liquid was being pumped into them by the pressurised release between Hilda’s thunderous thighs.

“Ahhhhhhh~!” One of Hilda’s eyes fluttered shut as her entire form shuddered and writhed as if Emboar’s cock was a live wire. The black hearts in her pupils were projected out haphazardly, glowing so bright they were on the wall opposite her. “Embooooooooooar~!” She moaned her starter’s name. Her hands leapt up off the sheets, fingers dancing in the air as her entire nervous system short-circuited.

Emboar hilted itself to the base inside of its thrashing, writhing trainer. The fire/fighting type let out a grunt of pleasure as its cock erupted like a volcano, spewing boiling testicle tar into Hilda’s guts. The bottom-heavy former champion moaned as her stomach swelled with the piping-hot release. Her form was turning cold in response as the nut sludge boiled inside of her.

Soooooo hoooot~ Hilda thought as she gnashed her teeth together. She was still shaking and thrashing as her orgasm died down, feeling her big belly growing bigger and bigger still. Emboar gave a few final thrusts into her, making sure to lodge the last few ropes of semi-solid, burning dick pitch as deep into Hilda’s stomach as possible. She looked nine months along, ready to pop with a proper baby, not a belly full of Pokécum. Emboar’s softened cock left her abused asshole as Hilda collapsed forward, basking in the sweaty afterglow of her finish.

In the evening, Rosa returned to the Pokémon Centre. The sweat-soaked slut made her way up to her room for a shower before calling Hilda to let her cousin know she had returned. The FaceTime call was made in the nude. Rosa set her Xtransceiver down whilst she got dressed, letting Hilda see her full nude figure with only a towel on her head for her long, brunette hair.

“Okay, let’s meet downstairs in the sitting area,” Hilda told Rosa, “I think I’ve got some things you’ll want to hear before you battle tomorrow.”

Rosa paused, giving her cousin a look, “Tomorrow? You think I’m ready that fast?”

Hilda nodded, “You’ve been training your gigantic tits off every day for almost a week in one of the harshest places in Unova, your team is ready.”

The top-heavy trainer was currently bent over at a ninety-degree angle. Her titanic backbreakers swung down passed her knees as she continued to towel off her plump-enough thighs as best she could, working around her massive, wobbling chest.

“Uhhh, thanks, ‘cuz,” Rosa said, a bit caught off guard by Hilda’s niceness, “Me and my gigantic tits really appreciate the support. I’ll be down in a few, okay?”

Hilda nodded, “Okay, see you there.”

The bottom-heavy former champion hung up, letting her arm rest on the desk of her rented room. She inhaled, leaning back in the office chair that was exactly the same as all the office chairs that had been in all of her rooms up to this point.

I’m letting her take the lead She reassured herself, wrapping her fingertips against the fake wooden counter of the desk. She can build her team how she chooses.

Hilda pressed her lips together, trying her best to convince herself of her own thoughts.

Rosa arrived in the sitting area. The top-heavy trainer was in her usual outfit: frilly shorts, tights, shoes, and a baseball tee. Her visor was left up in her room, and her long brunette hair was up in a large, messy, singular bun on the top of her head rather than two well-pampered buns and twin tails like her preferred look. Hilda had also left her baseball hat behind, letting her brown hair bask in the light. It was suffering from a bad case of hat hair, having been cooped up all day.

Rosa took a seat on the large, fluffy couch opposite Hilda, a glass coffee table with a stack of magazines on it in between.

“I got you something today,” Hilda explained. She reached into the ass pocket of her micro-shorts, pulling out a tiny, glass-like stone, “Here.” She tossed it to Rosa. The busty bitch’s hands leapt up, barely managing to catch the item before it bounced off her titanic chest, which was jiggling wildly from her sudden movement. Rosa turned the rock over in her hand, noting the yellow, lightning-shaped pattern inside.

“A Thunder Stone?” Rosa said in surprise, directing her attention back to her cousin, “Where did you get this?”

“I found it outside the Centre,” Hilda replied with a smile, “Literally just sitting on the ground. I … I don’t want to tell you how to play this fight with Elesa, but an electric type would actually stack up decently against her Emolga.”

“Electric resists itself and flying,” Rosa noted, turning the stone over in her hand, “I could make my Eevee a Jolteon.”

“Exactly,” Hilda grinned, “Plus, I also bought you this.”

Hilda shifted again, moving to no longer sit on a small CD case. Rosa took it from her hands.

“A Technical Machine,” Rosa noted, “Retro. Not a lot of people use these anymore.”

“Gym Leaders used to give them out with badges, now they only do it upon request,” Hilda explained, “I went to the shops today to see what they had. It’s for the rock-type move Rock Tomb.”

Rosa nodded, “I caught a Sigilyph today, by the way. I know it’s not exactly gonna help me at this gym bu-”

Hilda put a hand up, “It’s your team. Catch what you want. Plus, flying will help you out loads at the next gym with Clay. That’s further down the road, sure, but it’s good to think ahead. Sigilyph and Servine will be a great combo for that gym. And Riolu will be a good clean-up for his ace, an Excadrill.”

“Oh! Riolu evolved!” Rosa perked up, making her chest jiggle wildly, “It’s a Lucario now.”

A wide grin crossed Hilda’s face. “Rosie, that’s amazing. You’re doing a great job with that Pokémon. It evolves when it develops a strong friendship with its trainer. I was honestly a little worried, given you seem to favour Herdier and Servine so much more.”

Rosa gave a soft smile, knowing that her cousin was right, “Yeah, I guess I just … You gave me Riolu and I didn’t want to tell you ‘no’. And you were so insistent on me using it.”

Hilda nodded, licking her lips as she recalled the conversation now weeks stale, “Yeah, I … I know I was pretty demanding of you at the start of all this. I guess I’m not as good a mentor as I thought I’d be.”

“Not everyone’s meant to teach, I guess,” Rosa shrugged, “But I think we’ve found a rhythm, yeah? At the very least we know we’re each massive sluts … some solidarity in that?”

Hilda laughed, leaning forward, “Oh, ‘cuz … I missed you, you know. I know I kind of disappeared once I became champion.”

Rosa shrugged, “I wasn’t exactly attending all the family get-togethers either. If you ask my mom, I was shut up in my room for four years.”

“What were you doing all that time?” Hilda asked, shaking her head slightly with a smile on her lips.

“Masturbating, mostly,” Rosa replied, prompting the two cousins to laugh again.

The next morning, Rosa and Hilda entered the carnival grounds of Nimbasa City. Rosa was in awe, as usual, at the sight before her. A massive Ferris Wheel, rollercoasters, and plenty of food vendors. The park was alive with entertainment all over, with people of all ages moving every which way.

“The gym’s here?!” Rosa asked, still not believing what Hilda had told her the night before.

“Yup! It used to be in that indoor rollercoaster park, but Elesa moved it to the stadium so she can give burlesque performances.”

“Whoa, I thought she was just a model,” Rosa said.

“Yeah, she’s a model, but also a sex worker. She’s the one who got the rest of the gym leaders into making pornography a few years back. I think the only ones who said no were Clay and Drayden? Doesn’t matter. Point is, Elesa’s a big advocate for the sex work and queer community,” Hidla explained as the two made their way through the fairgrounds, “She’s honestly the only real friend I made while I was champion. We filmed a lot of stuff together with her girlfriend, Skyla.”

“Skyla?” Rosa repeated the name, putting a finger to her chin, “Why do I know that name?”

“She’s another gym leader,” Hilda replied, “You’ll battle her after Clay. Flying type specialist.”

Rosa blinked, an unimpressed look on her face, “And her name’s ‘Skyla’?”

“And the ground type specialist is named ‘Clay’,” Hilda answered, “Trust me, I had the same thoughts when I was a rookie.”

The duo reached the gates of the stadium that housed the gym. The Clyde outside took their trainer IDS, confirming their ages and let them inside.

“So wait … if Elesa does burlesque shows, how can underage trainers battle her?” Rosa asked as they passed through the doors.

“She only does those shows in the evenings. Youngsters have all day to come in before that,” Hilda explained.

“But … Clyde just checked our I-Ds?” Rosa asked.

“That’s for alcohol,” Hilda answered, “He would have given us wrist straps if we were under eighteen.”

Rosa nodded along and followed Hilda through the brightly coloured venue. A long catwalk was suspended in the air over a large pit covered in L-E-D tiles, currently switched off. A large stage with a screen at the back was on the far side of the building.

Standing on stage was a tall, slender woman. She had on a gigantic puffy yellow fur jacket with massive sleeves that ended at her wrists, making her hands look small in comparison. Her body was in a two-piece bikini combo of short-shorts and a crop top, connected with a clasp on her impressively snatched stomach. Her breasts were small like Hilda’s and her hips and thighs and ass were smaller than Rosa’s. A typical model’s body. Her hair was jet black, clearly dyed, and in two skinny, jagged twin tails. Bangs swooped before her face, just above her bright blue eyes. Her lips were heart-shaped, looking a bit filled in.

“Els!” Hilda shouted as they approached.

The tall woman had spoken to the staff and turned her head. She lit up with a smile at the sight of the bottom-heavy former champion approaching.

“Hills!” She exclaimed, “Holy shit, what are you doing here?”

“Here for a battle,” Hilda replied with a grin, “This is my cousin, Rosa. She’s challenging the Gym Circuit.”

Rosa put a hand up, giving the model a wave, “Hi.”

The model smiled, looking down at the pair of shorter women, “Nice to meet you. I think I can squeeze a battle in before my appointments begin. Gym typically opens at about ten, but I can make an exception for an old friend.” She gave Hilda a deliciously seductive wink, licking her impressively pouty lips.

Arceus Alive Rosa thought as she felt her core clench, quickly understanding how Elesa persuaded the gym leaders to start making pornography.

“Awesome,” Hilda smiled. She looked to Rosa for a moment, placing her hands on her triple extra-wide, shelf-like hips. No one said a word as the two cousins exchanged a look, Rosa waiting for Hilda to say something. “Uhhh, okay. I’ll get out of the way then.” The bottom-heavy slut backed up a few steps rather awkwardly as Rosa moved forward.

Elesa turned with all the pose and posture of the runway model that she was, flaring out one of her slender hips and placing her lithe fingers upon it. Her skin was radiantly pale.

Rosa’s got this Hilda convinced herself No need to be barking orders from the sidelines.

The top-heavy trainer reached into her tote bag, retrieving a Pokéball, clutching it tightly in her hands. One of Elesa’s many assistants came out with a tray containing three Pokémon.

“I’m guessing I don’t need to go over the rules?” Elesa asked as she reached for her Pokéballs.

“Nope!” Rosa grinned and tightened her grip. Hilda’s eyes went wide with panic, reaching out without saying a word as Rosa tossed her Pokéball up into the air, making her titanic tits jiggle wildly.

“Drilbur~!” The ground type exclaimed with glee as it appeared in a flash of white.

Elesa scoffed, a wicked grin crossing her face, “Oh, Hills, you never were a good teacher.”

“Rosa!” Hilda exclaimed, “You should’ve waited for Elesa to throw her Pokémon out first!”

“What?” Rosa asked, twisting her head around.

“Emolga!” The electric/flying type swooped through the air, head aloft by the currents from the air vents all around the building.

“Oh, shit!” Rosa exclaimed, watching the Sky Squirrel Pokémon swirling overhead. She held her Pokéball up, “Uhh, Drilbur, come back!”

Damn it, I messed up already Rosa thought, gritting her teeth I gave my strategy away

“Emolga, Pursuit!” Elesa ordered.

“Oh no!” Hilda cried.

The electric/flying type dove suddenly, slamming into Drilbur as the ground type turned into red energy. A digitalised scream of pain filled the arena as the Mole Pokémon cleared the field.

“You think I’m not aware of my type’s worst weakness. You did me a favour by leading this battle. Typically, in a gym battle, the Gym Leader is meant to throw their Pokémon out first, to let the challenger select a good type match-up,” Elesa explained.

Rosa looked into her bag, trying to keep the panic from rising any further in her mind.

I don’t know how much damage Drilbur just took, but I can risk getting any more She knew, fumbling around electric and flying type. That beats half of my team right now. Lucario, Servine, and Sigilyph, all out. Jolteon or Herdier …

She looked back up, watching the Sky Squirrel Pokémon flying overhead in a circular pattern.

Don’t panic, Rosie Hilda thought, holding a hand to her small chest. Her eyes were wide as she watched her cousin fumbling through her bag You can still win this. Think this through

“Go! Herdier!” Rosa called, tossing out the Pokéball. The normal type emerged, taking a fighting stance.

“Volt Switch!” Elesa shouted.

Damn it! Rosa thought.

The Sky Squirrel Pokémon disappeared into a ball of electric energy, darting forward at Herdier. The Loyal Dog Pokémon hadn’t been on the field a mere five seconds before the ball of yellow energy crashed into it. The normal type yelped in pain as it was tossed backwards. Emolga disappeared into a ball of red energy, returning to its trainer.

“Go! Flaaffy!” Elesa tossed her Pokéball into the air, summoning another electric type.

Shit! Rosa thought, reaching down into her bag Drilbur! I need to…

The top-heavy whore paused as her fingers traced over the top of Drilbur’s Pokéball. She studied Elesa’s slender, heart-shaped face. A subtle smile was emerging on her soft lips. A satisfied grin of arrogance. Rosa pulled her hand off Drilbur’s Pokéball.

No … if I keep switching with her, she’s just going to knock all three of my Pokémon out Rosa thought Herdier is just gonna have to endure

“Herdier! Work Up!” Rosa ordered, pulling her hand out of her tote bag and throwing it forward with her command, making her huge bust bounce and wobble in her shirt.

The normal type bore its fangs, growling as its dark blue hair began to stand on end.

“Oh, you’re just letting it lose then!” Elesa called, “Faaffy, Volt Switch!”

Much like Emolga before it, the Wool Pokémon disappeared into a ball of yellow electricity that shot forward like a bullet, slamming into Herdier and knocking the normal type into the air. The Loyal Dog Pokémon twisted around to land back on its feet. Herdier was drawing haggard breaths now, covered in damage. Rosa could see its legs were shaking slightly.

Damn it Rosa thought as Elesa swapped out again, tossing Emolga back into the battlefield. Rosa watched the electric/flying type for a moment She’s trying to goad me into switching. But Pursuit would certainly knock out Herdier, and even if I knock out Flaaffy with Drilbur, I’d still have Emolga to deal with.

“Herdier, stay strong. Work Up again!” Rosa ordered.

Elesa cocked her head to the side, her bright blue eyes transfixed on the top-heavy trainer. Hilda could see from where she was standing at the back that the electric-type Gym Leader was perplexed by Rosa’s decisions.

That’s it, Rosie, just stay calm, work through those hits. You can get this battle back in your favour Hilda thought.

“Emolga! Volt Switch!” Elesa ordered.

The electricity rained down on Herdier, making the normal type scream in pain as the electric/flying type cleared the battlefield. Still, the Loyal Dog Pokémon was standing. Flaaffy returned to the battlefield, staring down the Herdier.

She’s just switching back and forth between Emolga and Flaaffy Rosa noted She’s still trying to get me to switch to Drilbur. But … I can use that to my advantage

“Almost there, Herdier! One more Work Up!” Rosa ordered.

“Volt Switch!” Elesa ordered, anger starting to rise in her voice.

Elesa doesn’t understand why Rosa isn’t switching Hilda grinned She’s thrown off. She’s used to being able to bait out ground types. She doesn’t realise how much power Herdier has stored up

The hit threw Herdier backwards, but the Loyal Dog Pokémon landed on its feet again. Elesa through Emolga’s Pokéball into the air.

“Tackle Herdier!” Rosa shouted.

The injured normal type yarped out its name as it charged forward. Emolga had barely finished forming from the glow of white light, arching up into the air, when the Loyal Dog Pokémon leapt up into the air, throwing its weight into the Sky Squirrel Pokémon. Its small claws dug into Emolga’s wings, bringing the electric/flying type to the ground with a hard SLAM! That made the suspended runway shake slightly.

The smoke cleared from where Herdier had felled Emolga. The Sky Squirrel Pokémon was on its back, with spirals in its eyes.

“Yes! Great job, Herdier!” Rosa exclaimed, throwing both of her arms up in the air, stretching her top to its limit.

Elesa’s eyes were wide with surprise at the sight before her. Her pouty lips parted slightly as she was stunned into silence.

“One hit…” Was all she managed to say. Her hand came up, returning Emolga to its Pokéball, as Rosa did the same with Herdier.

MWAUH! Rosa planted a passionate kiss on her normal-type’s Pokéball.

“Great work!” She praised the Loyal Dog Pokémon.

I’m going to let that knot destroy me tonight Rosa thought to herself, not wanting to share her depraved thoughts in public.

“Flaaffy!” Elesa’s Wool Pokémon took the field.

“Just because you’ve bested my flying type doesn’t mean I’m done yet. There’s more than one way to beat a ground type, you know,” Elesa boasted, placing a confident hand on her hip again.

“Drilbur!” The ground type emerged from its Pokéball.

“Yeah, I know, but you have to hit it first. Drilbur! Dig!” Rosa ordered.

The ground type leapt into the air and disappeared into the runway, moving through the scaffolding underneath.

“Damn it,” Elesa growled, “Flaaffy, be ready, Take Down the moment you see it!”

The Flaaffy nodded, scanning the tiles on the floor, looking for signs of the ground type.

DA-WOOM!

The Mole Pokémon emerged suddenly directly behind Flaaffy, swiping its claws through the air and impacting the electric type on the chest. Flaaffy let out a wheeze but managed to hold steady, throwing one of its nubby arms into Drilbur’s stomach. The already injured ground type was thrown backwards, arching through the air.

“Dig again!” Rosa ordered. Drilbur flipped around in midair, diving back under the stage the moment it touched the ground.

Flaaffy’s head whipped around every which way, trying to find a subtle sign of where the ground type could be. The air in the gym was deadly calm, and everyone was listening to the sounds of the Mole Pokémon burrowing under the stage. Elesa was gritting her teeth, nerves frayed.

Drilbur emerged suddenly, directly under Flaaffy’s feet in a cloud of dust. Elesa let out a sigh, hanging her head, “Damn it.”

When the dust settled, Flaaffy was on its back, spirals in its eyes. The model/Gym Leader returned the Wool Pokémon to its Pokéball.

“Alright, one left,” Elesa noted, grabbing her final Pokéball from the silver tray, “But be warned, I’ve been in this situation plenty of times before.”

She tossed the Pokéball up into the air, letting out the beast inside.

“Zebstrika!” The electric type roared, slamming down its hooves onto the ground. It was massive compared to the small stature of Drilbur. The ground type stood firm, however, ready for the fight.

“Drilbur, dig!” Rosa ordered. The Mole Pokéon quickly burrowed.

Elesa scoffed, “And just how many more hits can that Drilbur of yours take, I wonder? It’s already been struck by a Take Down and A Pursuit. I can’t imagine it can stall much longer. And that Herdier of yours was close to down as well!”

Rosa grinned, “You don’t know my team!”

Drilbur emerged from the ground directly under the Zebstrike, slamming all of its claws up into the underbelly of the Thunderbolt Pokémon. The pure electric type let out a whinnying bray of pain.

“Zebstrika! Quick Attack!” She ordered.

Rosa grinned Her counters for ground types are pitiful

The electric type struck, stamping its huge hoof into Drilbur’s stomach. The ground type took the attack in stride as it was pounded into the runway hard, kicking up debris.

“Dig again!” Rosa ordered, “End this!”

Drilbur disappeared underground, leaving Zebstrika and its hoof behind. The Thunderbolt Pokémon looked around, its hooves clopping against the runway, trying to see where the enemy had gone.

With another burst, Drilbur emerged directly in front of it, leaping high into the air. Its claws slashed at Zebstrike, sending the electric type reeling backwards and collapsing to the ground. Spirals in its eyes.

“Yes!” Rosa pumped her fist in the air, “Way to go, Drilbur!”

“Rosie, that was amazing!” Hilda exclaimed, running up to her cousin and hugging her, “You pulled yourself together there. You didn’t even need to use Jolteon!”

“Great work,” Elesa said, striding over to the duo, moving her hips and strutting as if the runway were in the middle of a show. Both Hilda and Rosa had to crane their necks to look up at the tall, slender model. “Rosa … I must say, your team isn’t something you see often. You seem to focus a lot on setting up and taking hits rather than outspeeding your opponents. Not even Hilda used that sort of strategy in her rookie season.”

Hilda chuckled, “Well … it benefits Rosa’s team balance the best.”

Elesa snapped her fingers. Two assistants came running, “A token of my thanks. This is the T-M for Volt Switch. It’s quite a useful move, and I think your team could benefit from it. Did I hear you say you have a Jolteon?”

“I do, thank you,” Rosa beamed, taking the T-M case with both hands.

“And of course, your gym badge. How far into the Circuit are you now?” Elesa asked.

“This is badge number four,” Rosa replied, taking the slender, orange and yellow pin.

“Impressive, and in only about a month,” Elesa said, “You know the Circuit is open for about half a year, yeah?”

“All the more time to train when we’ve got the full set of eight,” Hilda said, “I had my full set in five weeks.”

“Yes, well … you and your friends had the privilege of having your rookie years bankrolled by a professor. Plenty of trainers only challenge gyms in between work and school, you know,” Elesa said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hilda waved a hand.

“Off to Driftveil then?” Elesa asked.

“Yup,” Rosa nodded, “Hopefully be an easier time than this was.”

Elesa smiled, “Well, I’m glad you thought it was a tough fight. You didn’t even use your full set of three.”

“Huh,” Rosa said, realising this as Elesa said, “Damn…”

I really am getting stronger Rosa thought.
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