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Viola’s gym goes down without issue, her Chespin evolved beforehand, and started a rollout combo which one hit knocked out Viola’s ace Vivillon.
She claimed her badge- and because she would never have to see these people again? SHook her tits at the cute boy who’d jerked himself off yesterday. On her way out of town, she filled out her team, now complete with a Pansage, Gulpin, Quilidin, Riolu, and Pikachu. She’d headed over to Lumeous city when she gets a notice from Salena to meet up with the others in professor Sycamore’s lab for a quick meeting.
Autumn, after stopping at the pokemon center made her way over to the esteemed Professor Sycamore’s lab.
She passed by tall the others before professor Sycamore came out of his office, holding a box and Pokeballs.
“Hey, gang.” He said, sounding tired. “I’ve got some pokemon that I think you might want to see- and have. But first, I must ask just to make sure… none of you have let your Pokemon lose in a battle, correct?”
Autumn swallowed and looked at her fellow student. They all appeared to be doing the same.
“No…” Trevor is the first one to speak. “At least I haven't- anyway.”
Professor Sycamore let out a kind sigh. “That’s a relief. It’s scary times we’re living in. Here- I’ve got the traditional starter Pokemon from the Kanto region, Squirtle, Bulbasaur, and Charmander. I have more than enough for you all to take the ones you want- remember to think about team balance. And I haven't much time, but I’ve left you all a message with these stones as to another thing I would like you all to research on the sidelines as we look to take down team rocket. Trevor- Grass, water or fire?”
Professor Sycamore had two of each starter, and by the time it was Autumn’s pick, though Bulbasaur was always her clear favorite, losing wasn’t a very comfortable option anymore, so she picked a Charmander. Maybe it would grow on her. In the end, the one remaining Pokemon was a sad little Squirtle, who kept snapping its teeth at her Charmander.
“Alright- keep venturing on your journey. I think taking on five gyms at least is a good idea before tackling the teams Aqua and Magma. Explore new places, make good teams, and do not lose!”
The five of them smiled an nodded, as the headed out the door- but professor Sycamore stopped Autumn.
“Autumn? A word, please? With your Charmander before you go?”
Autumn paused, everybody else had already filed out the door. Professor Sycamore looked att her expectantly with shining eyes. She was a part of his program, she couldn’t really refuse…
“Sure- what do you need sir?”
“Sir?” Sycamore chuckled. “That’s a new one. Follow me to my desk.”
Professor Sycamore has a nice, regal wooden desk in front of a nice wall, and he sat down in his chair, ushering Autumn to stand behind him and look at some papers. She looks at them for a second, before she realizes she has no idea what they’re talking about.
“Sir? What is this?”
Professor Sycamore drew in a husky breath. “Autumn… are you positive that you haven't let any of your Pokemon faint?”
Autumn froze. “What?”
Professor Sycamore turned to her, with murder in his handsome eyes. “I asked you a very simple question. Have you lost a battle yet?”
“NO! No, I’ve been training my team incredibly well!” Being raped was one thing, admitting it to her mentor was something else entirely.
Until Professor Sycamore’s two fingers begin sliding up her leg.
“You can’t lie to me, Autumn.” Professor Sycamore said, fingers slowly tracing their way up under her skirt. AUtumn was rigid. Was she supposed to throw him off? “I can smell it on you.”
“S-sir?” Autumn stammered, and professor Sycamore laughed.
“Good girl... calling me sir... I wonder what pokemon got a taste of you?” His voice was deep and lustrous. Seductive and overwhelming. Autumn muffled something like a moan, and Professor Sycamore, PUlled AUtumn into his lap, her legs spread, his two fingers tracing her clitoris over her panties. “You seemed so mature today… did you enjoy your first experience?”
“Sir… I don’t… MMph!” Sycamore violently shoved his hand into her mouth without warning, hissing a little when her teeth came down a bit, and he tutted. “Now now, Autumn. Behave ourself. I just love little girls like you.. And there’s somehting I need you to see…” His rocky voice is straight out of a porn, but his fingers are feeling her up, and hes more then twice her age. She can’t make a damn sound, as professor Sycamore’s lone Squirtle stands on the desk right next to her, dragging her weak, now suddenly wimpering Charmander by the tail. Its tail is dim.
If a Charmander's tail is put out, it will kill it! She realises, and moves to help, but professor Sycamor’s stopped rubbing her clit and is not holding her down in place by her hipbone with ease. She can feel Sycamore's hard erection growing right between her folds, as she’s held down. She tries to bite down or make a sound, but it’s helpless. She moves to her new partner, and Sycamore and Autumn watch as Squirtle produces a single bubble. And send it floating towards Charmanders tail. Charmander is crying out helplessly as the Squirtle is holding it down to the table, belly side up- and the bubble carries over and over ad over until pop it bursts over its tail flame.
Miraculously- it’s not extinguished, and Charmander’s just crying in pain and helplessness. It’s still conscious when Autmn sees something begin to happen. A pouch drops for between Charmander's legs, and a penis begins to slowly extend, as it’s whimpers are beginning to quiet. It’s fainting, and Autumn watches in horror as it’s little cock appears and grows and grows and grows until it’s almost half Charmanders height. It’s thick though, stubbly-- with a weird texture on it that must be unique to the Charmander breed. It really is inhuman.
Professor Sycamore shushes Autumn quietly, as he slowly retracts his hand.
“Autumn… little girls like you? Are meant to be raped.”
“What?”
“Little girls like you are so, so perfect.” And Sycamore drew his face closer to AUtumn, and drew a long lick up her face. “Little girls like you… we’re going to fuck them. ANd little girls like you were made for it. Little girls like you… love it.”
“Sir?”
“Fuck yes,” Sycamore said, his hand moving beneath her skirt again. “Call me sir- little girl. I’m going to take good care of you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Autumn isn’t sure what compelled her to say it. Whether it’s because he’s her mentor, and is clearly not being talked out fo this? Or if because his words rang true? Or is maybe... Because AUtumn was wet… slowly dripping thick slick. Sticky and viscous.
“Little girls like you are so beautiful… The look in your eyes when you saw your new pokemon’s cock? You are so innocent.” Professor Sycamore, between all the clothes they wore, began to rock back and forth. “Little girls like you are just made… to be ruined.”
“AHh!” AUtumn lets a moan slip out as that cock was rocking right in between her folds, even will all the clothes in between. Hitting that sore spot Pansage left behind.
“Little girls like you are so hot!” And that was a growl. Professor Sycamore’s voice was freakishly deep. Autumn had never noticed that before,
She was ready- so ready to be fucked wide open- until professor YScamore held her hips, and threw her backward, landing with a crash on her back that made her see starts for a moment.
“Sir?”
“Say it again.”
“Sir?”
“Good girl.”
Professor Sycamore stood above her, almost lightyears away he was so tall, and she was on her back, with the wind knocked out of her.
“You didn’t lose this fight today, Autumn.” He said. “I’ve got no right to touch you.”
“Sir? But you are… my mentor. Surely… you can- you can do whatever you want with me?” She was trying to mask her eagerness, but it almost certainly didn’t work.
That’s when Professor Sycamore’s foot came down to rest on autumn’s crotch.
“I haven't defeated you yet. IF you so badly want me to take care of you little girl? You lose- or you beg.”
“But- sir! Sir please!”
“You are a sexy little girl,” Sycamore said. “But You’re not ripe yet…. You have no shame right now. That won’t do.”
“Sir? Sir- please… please I need you!”
“Farewell.” Professor Sycamore bid her. “And please… enjoy the Charmander.”
And with that, Charmander came all over the desk, after fucking the empty hole of a Squirtle shell.