"Miltank! Use Rollout!"
"Cyndaquil, dodge it and use Flame Wheel!"
Your Cyndaquil dodged Whitney's Miltank. The moment the Miltank unrolled, Cyndaquil hit it with a devastating Flame Wheel, knocking out Whitney's Miltank. As you watched Miltank's heavy body collapse onto the Gym floor, you felt yourself become overwhelmed with sheer joy.
You had finally defeated Whitney, the Gym Leader of Goldenrod City. Her fearsome Miltank had wiped out your team sixteen times! But it seemed seventeenth time was the charm! Your Cyndaquil let out a mighty (and cute) victory cry before you returned him to his ball. Now you can get your badge and finally continue your Pokémon journey.
"Sob... ...Waaaaaaah!"
Whitney's sobbing snapped you out of your victory induced trance. You saw her kneeling on the ground, holding her hands up to her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. You certainly weren't expecting her to react this way to losing. Especially after how smug she acted during her previous victories. You figured she would just puff up her cheeks and pout a bit, not turn on the waterworks.
You approached the wailing Gym leader.
"Excuse me? Can I have my badge now?"
Whitney looked up at you through her teary eyes.
"What? No Way! You're mean! You shouldn't be so serious! You...you child, you! Waaaaah! Waaaaah! ...Snivel, hic... ...You meanie!"
You were completely bewildered by her behaviour. She was a Gym Leader for crying out loud! You could understand not being happy about losing but rewarding people who bested her in combat with a badge was her JOB!
Watching Whitney continue to sit there and cry caused your blood to begin to boil. This smug brat needed to be taught a lesson. And you were determined to be the one to do it, regardless of the consequences.
Your gaze travelled downward from Whitney's tear-stained face to her chest. Despite her age, Whitney had some impressive Miltanks of her own. You had noticed them bounce about whenever she would jump up and down in excitement every time her Miltank took down another member of your team. Your dick hardened in your pants. It seems both of your heads were in agreement on how to punish Whitney.
You knelt down in front of Whitney, taking hold of the top of her shirt. This action caused her to stop crying, looking up at you in confusion.
"Eh? What are you-"
Taking a deep breath, you ripped open Whitney's shirt, causing her buttons to fly all over the floor and expose her breasts clad in a pink, heart themed bra.
"*screams* What are you doing!? Pervert! Freak!!"
Whitney attempted to cover her Jigglypuffs with her arms. You grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her arms aside. You then moved your right hand to her bra, pulling it off her body with brute strength. Your eyes widened as Whitney's breasts bounced free from their confines. They were the juiciest tits you had ever seen; creamy white spheres each topped with a cherry pink nipple.
Whitney screamed again but you pinned her to the floor before she could attempt to cover up her chest. You grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly. You chuckled in delight as her soft breast flesh squeezed between your fingers.
"Ow!! Stop it! You're hurting me! Someone, help!!!"
You continued to roughly squeeze Whitney's breasts, pinching her nipples harshly, eliciting more pained noises from the girl. She continued to call for her Gym Trainers for help but none of them showed up.
"Where are they?" thought Whitney. "Why aren't they coming to help me? Can they not hear me?"
Oh, the Gym Trainers could hear Whitney all right. But none of them made any move to go help her. They were all sick and tired of having to constantly deal with the brat. Every time someone defeated her, she would cry, and they would have to calm her down while dealing with an understandably angry Gym challenger. They had all wanted to teach her a lesson but couldn't do anything out of fear of losing their jobs. Now that there was someone who was finally giving Whitney what she deserves, the Gym Trainers all simultaneously came to the same decision to look the other way and carry on with business as usual.
You pushed your face into Whitney's breasts, rubbing against them and enjoying their warm embrace. You took her left nipple into your mouth, sucking on it like your life depended on it before switching to the right. Whitney continued to squirm under you, but she couldn't fight back against your weight or superior strength.
You soon sat up and began fumbling with your pants. Whitney's eyes widened when your erect dick sprung out. It was her first time seeing one and its size and angry appearance intimidated her.
"Ew!! Put that gross thing away!" she squealed as she looked at it in disgust.
You slapped Whitney across the face, telling her to be quiet. She shut up immediately, trying to hold back the tears.
You grabbed her breasts and inserted your dick between them. You moaned as their soft warm flesh wrapped around your throbbing member. Pressing her breasts firmly around your shaft, you began pumping in and out of her boobs. Your dick was already leaking plenty of precum, easing your movements. Slimy, squelching noises filled the room as your dick became a blur as it slid between Whitney's Poké Balls.
You soon felt yourself reaching your limit. Squeezing Whitney's tits around your cock, you groaned loudly as cum erupted from your dick, splattering Whitney's face, coating it in your seed.
"Yuck!! Some of it got in my mouth!" complained the Gym Leader as she tried to spit it out.
You just sat back, catching your breath after one of the best orgasms of your life. Whitney sat up, holding her heavy breasts under her arms as your cum dripped down her face. The sight brought life back to your dick, ready to continue Whitney's punishment.
"Alright, use that mouth of yours to clean my dick."
Whitney looked at you in shock.
"Ew!! I'm not putting that gross thing anywhere near my mouth!"
You raised your hand, signalling that you were going to slap her again. Whitney, not wanting to be hit again, crawled between your legs, bringing herself eye level with your dick. She gingerly wrapped her right hand around the base, grimacing at the feel of dick throbbing in her hand. She leaned forward, almost gagging from the smell, before she guided the tip into her open mouth.
You moaned happily, gently rubbing Whitney's head as she gave you the best cleanup blow job that she could muster.
"Good girl. Disobedient girls get punished while obedient girls are treated nicely. Do you understand?"
Whitney gave a muffled response, which you took as a yes. Whitney soon had licked your entire dick clean, pulling it out of her mouth. You then leaned forward, grabbing the waistband of her shorts before pulling them down.
"W-what are you doing!?" she cried as she fell onto her back with her legs in the air as you yanked her shorts off before tossing them to the side, leaving Whitney in her open shirt and pink panties.
"I'm going to fuck you. Isn't it obvious?" you explained matter-of-factly before moving towards her.
Whitney attempted to crawl away from you, but you grabbed her legs and pulled her back towards you. She began to plead for mercy.
"Please don't do this! I'll give you a badge. That's what you want, right?"
You flashed her a smug smile.
"Oh, you'll be giving me a badge. After you give me your virginity!"
You pulled down her panties, exposing her ass and pussy to you. You gave her ass a hard spank, causing Whitney to yelp as a red hand shaped mark was left on her right ass cheek. You stuck a hand between her legs, feeling that her pussy was already wet.
"Well, well! Someone's been enjoying this. Who knew you were such a slut?"
"I'm not a slut! And I'm not enjoying this! Somebody, please help me! I'm being raped!"
Despite her pleas, no one arrived to save poor Whitney. You lined your dick up with her entrance, enjoying the feel of her soft lips against your dick head before pushing forward. Whitney screamed as her insides were spread and her hymen was torn.
You thrusted in and out of Whitney, soon sinking your entire length into her. You groaned as her walls wrapped around your dick, attempting to milk you of your seed. Such a greedy pussy needed to be disciplined!
You began to ram into her with all your strength. Your dick bashed into Whitney's cervix over and over, sending waves of pleasure through the defeated girl. Whitney was no longer screaming for help or asking for you to stop. She just kept quiet, hoping this would all be over soon.
You leaned forward, groping Whitney's hanging breasts, pinching her nipples as you continued to pound away at her pussy. You could feel yourself getting close to cumming once more.
"Alright, Whitney. I hope you're ready for my seed."
Whitney's eyes widened at your announcement. She looked back at you, her eyes begging for mercy.
"Wait! Please don't cum inside! It's not a safe day. I'll get pregnant!"
"Well, maybe motherhood will help you mature a little." You replied, hastening your movements as you prepared to impregnate Whitney.
"Please don't! You can cum on my boobs! Or my face again! You can even do me in the ass! Just not inside my pussy! Please!!!"
"Too late! Get Pregnant! Get Pregnant!"
"Noooooo!!!!!"
*plap* *plap* *plap* *plap* *plap*
You let out a mighty victory cry as you slammed your dick as deep into Whitney as you could before cumming inside her. Her unprotected womb was filled to the brim with your seed, guaranteeing that she was knocked up with your child. You remained inside her for some time, enjoying the feel of Whitney's pussy betraying her wishes and continuing to milk every drop of sperm you had.
You pulled out when your dick began to soften. Whitney fell to her side, quietly sobbing as your cum leaked out of her pussy and onto the cold Gym floor. You took out your phone and snapped a picture of her, intending to make it your new wallpaper. You then reached into Whitney's pocket and took out a badge. You also picked up her panties, taking them as a souvenir.
"Listen up. You tell anyone what happened, and I'll post this picture all over the web. Do you understand?
Whitney didn't say anything, she just nodded.
"Good. Enjoy motherhood. Later."
You left the arena and went back into the Gym's lobby. The Gym Trainers all stared at you as you made your way to the exit. No words were exchanged. Only looks of acknowledgement and approval.
With three badges under your belt, you headed off to the Pokémon Centre to heal up your team before heading off to Ecruteak City. By the time you became Champion, you heard that Whitney had taken maternity leave to raise your child. You wondered if she had grown up and changed her ways. Perhaps you'll go pay her a visit some time and see if she was in need of any further guidance.