...d the area, he came.
A snobby rich kid, with expensive clothes and bleach-blond hair cut in such a way that even it seemed arrogant. "How fun is it, being a total slut? You only win
because dopey, undersexed kids are too fixated on your body to give orders, and you play to that by wearing your skirt so shirt they can practically see your cunt."
"Oh yeah?" Dawn said, grabbing Piplup's pokeball. "Well, if you're so strong and won't get fixated by my legs, care to put your money where your mouth is?"
"Damn right. But if I win, I don't want your money. I have so much that your chump change doesn't matter. No, if I win, I want you to show me how big a slut you
are and let all my pokemon fuck you."
At this point, Dawn figured it was win-win. She wins, she gets to shut this asshole up and take his money. She loss, she gets some action. Neither one was that bad.
"Deal. Go, Piplup!" she shouted, throwing her Pokeball to the ground, her star fighter emerging ready for action
"Heh, this is exactly what I mean. You're using a pathetic pokemon. Go, Slaking!"
"Slaking?" Dawn cried as an immense brute emerged. Without pause or second though, the much stronger Slaking picked up her Piplup and slammed him so hard
into the ground that the battle was over right there.
"Piplup!" she cried, the battered penguin returning to its pokeball. "You bastard, you're too strong to even be catching pokemon here. You tricked me!"