Pokemon Porn Story: Misty and the thunder badge

Vermilion City – It was in this rather large place that Ash just battled Lt. Surge for his Thunder Badge. During the first round, Ash’s Pikachu had no chance against Surge’s Raichu – However, after a night at the Pokemon Center, Pikachu did just fine. If Pikachu failed the day before, why should the next day be any different? Sure, Pikachu used a few new attacks, and added some speed into the battle, but the little mouse still should’ve easily lost to the bigger one.

How did the match get so one-sided? Well, a certain girl could answer that question.

It was night when Lt. Surge got a knock on his door; timid, almost worried triplets. He answered the door, not expecting company or knowing anyone who knocked that way, and when he opened it, he saw a familiar face before him. There stood the companion of that loud kid who wanted to challenge him, her ponytail taken out so her hair ran down just above her shoulders, her jean shorts worn a little lower than they probably should have, just a hint of red hair breaching the top.

“Hi.” was all she could say. It was a strange greeting, clearly timid and nervous, but at the same time carrying the hint of confidence and, dare he say it, allure. The gym leader looked her up and down, and it was painfully obvious why she was there, but maybe playing around with her a little, seeing just how far he could play ignorant, would kill a little time. If she didn’t have the confidence to seduce him properly, he may as well call her out on it.

“You here for a reason, little girl?” He asked her, grinning. He didn’t want her to see him in any other light than she had earlier in the day – He seemed like a jerk to some people, but hey – A rep’s a rep. The girl still looked nervous, looking around to see if anyone was in the area. She looked up at the man, nodding her head.
“I need to ask you a favor … It’s about my friend.” She said with a hint of fear in her voice.

“If you want me to give him the badge, you can just run back to the Pokemon Center right now. I don’t give freebies.” That part, at least, was true. He just didn’t want to be the one to bring up the issue of payment.

“No, I don’t want him to get it for free. Just…” she sighed, still standing by the door. “He wouldn’t want a badge without doing something for it, anyway. I was just thinking you could go easy on him.”

“I’m a sanctioned gym leader, little girl.” He looked as imposing as he possibly could, trying very hard to keep his composure in the face of a nervous, cute girl with very clear intentions. Even if he was a jerk, he still had some standards. “If you want me to risk something like that and wrecking everything my gym’s done for years, you’re gonna need to give me a good reason.”

“Well, I …” She started, still nervous. “I don’t know what to do, I was just hoping you would …” Surge laughed at her, watching her sulk.
“You’re a cute one, girly.” He started. “I might consider about going soft for one match, but I think I may need to do some heavy thinking on it.”

“What if I could help you think about that one?” she looked up, still as meek as ever, only a slight edge of seduction on her voice, almost impossible to hear, and if he were oblivious to her motives, it would have certainly gone over his head.

“And how would you do that?”

What happened next caught Surge totally off-guard. The seemingly nervous, innocent, possibly inept-at-seduction girl found her way against his body, her mouth just inches from his, all doubt fading from her voice as the confidence boomed as the seductress took over. “I’ll make you not think at all.” And with that, she leaned closer and forced the man into a kiss. Surge didn’t even think about retreating for a moment – Instead, he pulled the girl close and took no time in forcing his tongue into her mouth, their tongues moving wildly against the others’. After a moment of pulling away, the girl walked past him. “I’m Misty, by the way.”

“I’ve heard of you. You’re the sister of the girls that run Cerulean Gym, aren’t ya?” Surge followed her in, watching as the girl sat on his bed. She nodded, winking at him.
“I sure am. My sisters got all the fame and stuff, but I have the real talent in the family.” Misty said, watching as Surge sat next to her. She leaned against him, nuzzling into the man’s buff chest. Surge looked a bit un-nerved at this kind of attention, but he already had a clue as to what was coming. Misty looked up at him once more, licking her lips. “So like I said, I need ya to go easy on my friend tomorrow.” Misty said, already moving a hand towards Surge’s camouflage pants. “It seems like this part of you is beginning to really think about it, hm?”

“Most women don’t like it when men think with that head.” He was having as much fun toying with her as he was looking at her. In fact, now that the facade was dropped and he got a good look at her, she was much better looking than she let on. She may not have had much in the chest department, but she was certainly a swimmer; compact muscle, long legs, and a firm, solid ass. Add into that her seductive gaze, which belied her youth and cute appearance, and you had a seductress in the making who was already of master quality.

“Most women can’t do the things I can do.” Her voice had dropped almost to a whisper as she slipped a hand into his camo pants, grabbing his firm penis, her eyes glittering as she felt it out and realized just how hung he was. “Quite a nice thing you have down here.” Misty said, grinning at him. She pulled her hand out, unzipping the man’s pants, watching as he pushed them down slightly, his erection appearing. Misty gripped it once more, beginning to slowly pump her hand. “Firm, thick … It’s no wonder you had female trainers in the gym earlier.” She said, giggling.

“And so far, babe, I ain’t seen anything too special. Is this the best you can do?” He said, giving her that same cocky grin. As if driven solely by his taunt, her body shifted rapidly, her mouth only a negligible distance from his cock, her hot breath running along his shaft as she leaned in and, without a second thought, took it all into her mouth at once.

“A little rarer a skill than being able to give a hand job,” he snarked, trying very hard to keep his cool and act nonchalant as Misty gave him a grade-A blowjob, something few of the floozies he kept in his company at the gym could come close to. It took a lot in him to not make even a single sound – If he showed any kind of surrender, then she might just stop. It didn’t seem likely, but hey – No reason to risk it. He placed his right hand on the red-haired girl’s head, beginning to move her up and down his length as fast as he pleased, and Misty showed no signs of refusal. She moved her tongue the best she could while her head was moved by force, and this got a bit of throbbing from the man’s dick. Misty knew she was making a dent in his ego – She could hear his breathing becoming much heavier.

Her hands worked down her body, treating her to a little bit of the fleeting sensation physical contact gave her before unzipping her shorts. Even if they were down lower than they should be, she wanted them to come off quickly, and didn’t want to risk any nicks in her plan. She then moved her hands back up her body, sliding them up her shirt and pulling the small, midriff-exposing top up a little, exposing her bare, tiny breasts to the cool air of his room as she turned her full attention back to the task at hand.

Surge was fighting a losing battle to keep his composure as he looked down at a bizarre mix between angel and devil, sucking on his dick like a pro, but still looking too cute and innocent to be doing such a thing. Even as his hand guided her he could feel her doing her own thing, the mark of a definite, experienced slut. In fact, as her hands encroached on his thighs and made their way to his crotch, he knew that he was dealing with a very special slut.

“You’ve done this kinda thing before, haven’t ya?” Surge asked, looking down at her. Misty pulled away from him, a line of spit connecting her lips to his cock. She nodded, smiling.
“Oh, many times. I had to make sure my friends and I get enough money for food and stuff like that.” Misty replied, going back down on the man. Apparently she didn’t come to talk. She’d asked Surge to go easy on the kid the next day, and at this point he was beginning to consider it. Misty kept looking up at him, pulling away once again and pumping her hand as fast as she could on the man’s length. “Now come on. I didn’t come over here to just get a head workout.” She smirked at him, giving him another seductive wink – This did it. Surge leaned back, supporting himself on his hands as he shot stream after stream of hot, sticky cum onto the girl’s face. Her smirk didn’t leave – Instead, she licked her lips as the remainder of the goo ran down her cheeks. “Took you long enough.”

“Cute, you think I’m done.” He said, a smirk on his face. He admired his handiwork for a second – Somehow, the cum added both to her credibility as a slut, and made her seem, strangely, just a touch innocent. She just had that kind of face. “Strip.”

Misty obliged. She unhooked her suspenders, and since her shorts were loose, it slid right down, exposing her lower body, the little triangle of red hair above her sopping wet pussy, and her wondrous ass. “You like what you see?”

“I don’t intend to see any of it,” he said, placing his arm on her shoulder as he guided her to her knees. She complied, her face only a short distance from the wall she pressed her hands against for support. She stuck her ass out for him as he dropped to his knees behind her, his head pressed against her entrance, the very feeling of the slight touch making her sigh in anticipation.

“Well, you gonna leave a girl waiting? How rude.” Misty said, looking behind her. “Not very nice- Oh!” She was cut off by Surge shoving his thick cock into her tight pink hole. Already feeling her legs begin to quiver, Misty reached out and pressed her hands against the wall, trying her best to keep her balance as the man behind her pounded away. Misty’s voice went from moans, to screams of “Fuck me harder!” every other minute. All she heard from Surge was a smart ass chuckle every once in a while, but she didn’t care – This was heaven. “Fuck me! Fuck me like a little slut!” Misty moaned, her body being slammed forward as Surge moved.

“That won’t be hard, seeing as you are one, girly.” He replied, grabbing her hips and slamming into her deeper, smirking at the screams and moans he got from her. “You’re pretty good at taking it, someone’s been pounding this pussy pretty hard before, eh?”

“Yes! I’m a shameless little whore, and I need your cock, so please, just fuck me harder!” Her small breasts bounced with each of his thrusts as he picked up the pace, just like she asked, her tight pussy taking it hard from him. He filled her up damn well, pushing her harder against the wall, now her chest tightly pressed against it as her ass remained on display for him, not that he cared in lieu of drilling her sweet pussy for all it was worth. “Yes! I’m your slut! Fuck me! Cum in me! I want to feel your cum! I love cum!”

Needing some leverage of his own, he grabbed on to her slim hips, his thumbs feeling the firm flesh of her ass as he half-considered getting and smoking a cigar for the sheer amount of badass he was exuding. It certainly helped his facade that she wasn’t looking at him, letting him ease up his firm expression. She was so tight, almost vice-like, and dripping wet, some of her juices even running down his leg as the sound of flesh hitting flesh rose above his nonchalant snickers and her lusty admissions.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna … I’m gonna cum!” Misty screamed, her moans becoming quiet whimpers as she continued getting pounded by the man. Her hand slipped and her face was slammed into the wall, but she didn’t care – The man went faster from the extra space, and Misty’s screams got even louder. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” And that she did – Climax coming and her cum leaking all over Surge’s cock.

“Not done yet, slut!” he shouted as he pounded her even harder, catching Misty post-orgasm as her body fell lay limp against the wall, his dick sliding in and out of her almost too much for her to handle as he treated her almost like a rag doll. “You wanted my cum? Here’s my cum!” He buried himself to the hilt inside her, snickering as he let loose another load, just as sizable as before, into her cunt. Misty screamed yet again as she felt his seed pour into her. Finally, after he seemed satisfied, he pulled out, a few last, thin strands of cum getting her leg. Now it was cigar time. Misty remained against the wall for a moment, trying to regain her composure, as Surge lit up.

“So?” She asked, trying to give him a smirk while breathing heavily.

“You’re right, girl, you are a good fuck.” Surge replied, puffing the cigar in his mouth.

“And our deal?” Misty continued, standing with cum dripping down her face and leaking from her cunt to the floor.

“I’d say you made sure the right head will do the thinking tonight.” Surge said, nodding at her.
Misty smiled as she slipped her clothes back on, wiped off her face with a cloth she carelessly tossed her way, and left without saying a word.

The next day …

“I got the Thunder Badge!” Ash said happily as the three trainers left the Vermilion Gym.

As Misty expected, Ash’s battle went without a hitch, and the boy left the building with a shiny badge pinned to his vest. Surge chuckled, giving Misty a knowing nod and wave as the group left. Misty waved back at him, giving an awkward smile in return. She sighed as they walked off, smiling at the sight of Ash’s happiness.

“As long as it’s for him …”