As usual. Candy from a baby.
Matt called Metagross back into his Pokeball and crossed his arms at the blonde trainer across the field from him. His internal compass was always telling him to be sad about crushing newer trainers' spirits, but he looked at it like he looked at everything in the world: it's a necessary evil. Somebody has to crush these brats, it builds character.
Matt would stand in said field for the majority of everyday during the spring, only leaving in order to go grab some grub or use the bathroom, battling trainers. If he had to stand in a field for a few hours a day, he was happy he decided on this one. His spot was in the shade, and he could smell the forest behind him all day. Rattata and Zigzagoon ran around in the brush he was situated in. It was a good gig, better than most places he ended up in.
Matt had a sure-fire MO that hasn't failed him in nearly a month. He would hang out around routes near small towns and villages, trying to catch the small-fry before they go off on their hopeful adventures. They were always loaded with money their parents gave them for their journey, and bright-eyed to actually battle a real-life trainer!
Unfortunately for the baby trainers, Matt was loaded up with a Steelix, a Metagross, a Salamence, and his strongest Pokemon, his Gyarados. All much more than needed to take out the freshly hatched Bulbasaurs and Froakies they begin their adventure with.
Matt stood there, waiting for the blonde girl to say something, her Eevee fainted on the ground in front of her. Tradition states that the loser of a battle pays the winner an amount of money based on the stakes of the fight. Matt wasn't heartless; he only the charged the newbies a few hundred for the experience of battling a much older, hardened trainer. Usually by now the victim is already tearing up and pulling out their wallet, but the blonde girl just was standing there, shocked? Matt thought.
"What's your problem, you lost, pay up." Matt said, unsure of how to break the girl of her apparent shocked state. She couldn't be that shocked that her Eevee got it's ass kicked, the first Pokemon he put out was a Steelix for Arceus' sake.
The girl, obstensibly broken of her trance, quickly looked up at Matt, eyes wide.
"I don't have any money," she said airily. Matt looked at her and scoffed, a soft breeze rolling through the field as he did.
He'd dealt with this before. 'My wallet is in my other pants!' 'I spent all of my money on potions!' He's heard them all. He almost automatically went to his stock response for this situation.
"Well you have to pay me somehow," he said, rolling his eyes. "So what've you got on you?" The blonde girl, eyes still wide, shrugged her shoulders and stripped her backpack off. She unzipped it and began ruffling through it. Matt started walking the distance between them, and while he was just passing her Eevee - which was just coming to as he passed it - she muttered, "Hmm... I don't really have anything to give you, I need the food to get home..."
Up close to her, he realized the girl was a bit older than he initially thought. Usually, people walking out onto this route are the normal bushy-tailed 10 year olds that just got their starter and are rarin' for a fight. This girl, however, seemed to be closer to her mid-teens. Being 18, Matt still saw her as a snot-nosed brat however. Matt barely had time to finish his thought before the girl looked up at him and exclaimed, "Wait I know!" She whipped her backpack back on and took off past him. Matt set onto his heels, prepared to chase, but when he turned, he found her jogging away.
"Come on, follow me!" She shouted, nearing the forest edge. "You too, Eevee!"
Matt, with a quizzical look, started after her, her Eevee outstripping his pace. He watched her dissapear into the forest and he picked his pace up to keep up.
Forests in Johto were unlike the ones in Kanto, the only other region he'd visited. Forests in Kanto were bright and open for the most part, with wild Grass Pokemon roaming around and families having picnics and the sort. Johto, in Matt's experience, are dense and cool, with Pokemon wandering around in the brush and few people around unless they were battling in small clearings.
He broke the forest's edge just as the girl was vaulting over a fallen tree trunk and it's Eevee crawled under it. He wasn't quite sure what the girl was up to. Is she trying to lose me in the forest?
Spurred on by this thought, he continued chasing her, leaping over the tree and pushing his way through the bushes after, keeping an eye on the girl. She was only slightly ahead now, weaving through the obstacles the forest presented, her Eevee on her heels. After another few seconds of jogging, he saw her stop in a small clearing. He caught up and leaned forward, catching his breath.
"Why did you make me run in here?" Matt said, looking up at her. She was on her knees with her backpack on the ground in front of her, digging through it.
"Take off your pants," she said briskly, not looking up. Matt's breath caught in his throat.
"W-What?" Matt sputtering out the single word.
"Pants. Off with them," she insisted, pulling a rolled up blue cloth blanket out of her bag and rolling it out.
"Why?" Matt asked dumbfoundedly. He had a feeling of where it was going but the shock of the situation was still setting in.
"Because I don't have anything to pay you with, and this is how we do it in Orre," she said as-a-matter-of-factly, as if what she was suggesting was your run-of-the-mill event.
Orre, Matt thought, that makes sense. Orre had never had a good reputation, and this proved the stereotype. Matt was at a cross-roads however. As bad-ass as his Pokemon are and as fluffed up his ego may be, he was still a virgin. He was always too busy training for a partner, and the only reliable way to get regular sex was to be a gym leader, and he didn't have the status for the former, so Matt had been in an 18 year dry spell.
His moral compass was very upset about the situation. The girl was young, but clearly above 14 - which was the minumum age of consent in Johto - but he had just met her. And she was from Orre! Arceus only knows what kind of things are going on there. He had heard second-hand about sexually transmitted diseases, but medicine in the main regions was advanced enough to wipe them out. However, he didn't know much about Orre.
"Come on. I don't have all day," the blonde girl said, now on her knees on the blanket, her hands at her side. Matt still didn't know how to react.
"So... let me get this straight; you're going to have sex with me as payment for losing?" he said slowly. The girl nodded.
"And Eevee!" she said, cheerfully. Eevee, lying on the blanket, looked up and chimed in: "Eevee!" Matt was dumbstruck. His body tensed up and he looked between the blonde girl and the brown Pokemon.
"Whu-whu-whu-what?!" he forced out, still disturbed by the girl's bubbliness about what she just said.
"Yeah!" she said, smiling. Suddenly, she looked upset. "What, are you not into that?"
"Fucking Pokemon?! Fucking. Pokemon?! No?! Are you?!" he shouted, still reeling from the blow.
"Yes, shhhh," she said, raising her finger to her lips. "People will hear us. How old are you dude?" she asked, smirking.
"18!" Matt said, and she made a surprised look on her face.
"Wow, and you've never heard of this? I get it if you aren't into it, but it sure sounds like this is the first time anybody's mentioned it to you," she said, clearly amused at his reaction.
"Who would have mentioned it to me?! Other people do this?!"
"Yeah!" she said, once again a barrel of happiness. "I do all of the time, and I meet people all of the time that do too!"
"What?! What's wrong with you?! Pokemon are... they're just animals-"
"And they like it just as much as we do," she interuppted. "Go ahead Eevee, show him."
Matt's breath hitched in his throat once again as the Eevee got onto it's legs and spun around. Matt suddenly found it incredibly hard to maintain basic thought processes.
Even in the low light of the forest, he could see what Eevee was presenting. He'd seen Pokemon... privates before, but he'd never seen one that's... wet. That was the only way to describe it. Eevee's tiny pink folds were glistening wet, and as if to emphasize the point, she wiggled her ass a little.
Matt tried very hard to stop it, but his pants got uncomfortably tight in that moment. He couldn't help it. Something awoke in him, and he was fearful there was very little to do to stop it.
"Now take your pants off so we can get you ready," she said, with a tone of seductiveness Matt had never heard before.
Matt just couldn't stop himself. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, and the girl smiled.
While he stepped out of them, he felt the urge to ask, "What's your name?"
The girl smiled again. "Sue."
"Matt," he replied. He looked down and suddenly became conscious of the bulge in his underwear. Still having a scuffle with his will, he walked towards Sue, stopping a few inches in front of her. Her head was just about level with his crotch.
"Alright, let's see what we're working with," she said, and stuck her hand through the opening of his boxers. When her hand hit his cock, he recoiled slightly, and she looked up at him. "Nervous?"