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“Nervous?” Chloe asked with an excited smile as they made their way through the streets of Lavaridge.
“Not at all,” Beca shook her head. “Either I win, or I lose and try again later. But I’m not planning to lose. Got any clever insights into the gym leader?”
“Never met her,” Chloe smiled with a one-shouldered shrug. “Her grandfather was gym leader when I was last here, remember? I have no idea what Flannery is like as a gym leader. All I can tell you is that she runs a fire-type gym and is skilled enough to be a gym leader, meaning you shouldn’t underestimate her.”
“So basically the same advice you give me before every gym battle. Don’t underestimate the opponent.”
“It’s good advice,” Chloe shrugged.
“That is tr- Holy fuck, Chlo, the gym is on fire!” Beca gasped, rushing forward with Feraligatr’s Pokéball already in her hand. Several parts of the roof were ablaze, but she was pretty sure she could douse the flames before things got out of hand.
“Beca, Becs, calm down!” Chloe called after her. “It’s supposed to be like that.”
“It is supposed to be burning down?”
“It’s not burning down,” Chloe explained patiently.
“Chlo, the building is literally on fire!”
“Yes, it is,” Chloe nodded. “But look - the fire doesn’t spread or grow out of control. It’s… a decoration.”
“That’s a stupid decorating choice,” Beca muttered under her breath, feeling silly for not realising sooner. “Who lights a building on fire on purpose?”
“Fire gyms, I guess,” Chloe giggled. “Come on, let’s go see what Flannery is all about.”
They walked into the gym, finding a young woman kicked back in a chair, balancing on its hind legs, her feet resting on the reception desk. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a shirt that left her stomach bare. Beca figured she’d be pretty hot - no pun intended - if her hair didn’t look like a red pineapple.
“Challengers?” she asked, not even looking up from her phone.
“Uh, yeah,” Beca responded hesitantly.
“‘Kay, cool,” the young girl nodded. “How many badges you got?”
“Twenty,” Beca huffed, mildly offended at this girl not even paying attention to her. “Top four in the Indigo Plateau Conference, first place in the Silver Conference. Now put your phone down and look at me when I’m talking to you!”
At the sound of Beca’s raised voice, the chair slipped from underneath the startled woman, leaving her to crash to the ground. “No need to get all fired up about it!” she huffed, getting to her feet and picking the chair up.
“I’ve met a lot of gym leaders, and you’re the second-worst I’ve met. And only because Pryce was a homophobic old shitbag. What will young trainers think if they come in here and you won’t even greet them properly, huh?”
“Okay, okay!”
“Do you want them to think it’s okay to be talking to people without even looking at them? Don’t you realise you are a role model for them? You need to start setting a better fucking example, lady!”
“Okay, no need to lay into me like that!” the woman snapped back. “I get it okay? I’m sorry!”
Beca closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I’m going to walk out now,” she told her. “And when I come back in, I expect the proper Lavaridge Gym welcome, got that?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the girl nodded.
Beca turned on her heels, stomping outside.
“Well, that was something,” Chloe snickered.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry. That was a terrible way to welcome someone into your gym.”
“Oh, I completely agree,” Chloe nodded. “I love how passionate you got about it. If you didn’t have a gym battle to win, I’d drag you back to our room now and… reward you for good behavior,” Chloe winked.
“Fuck, Chlo,” Beca whined. “You can’t say stuff like that to me before a battle!”
“Well then, get in there, you Feisty Fearow. The sooner you win, the sooner you can cash in your reward.”
Beca grabbed the front of Chloe’s shirt, pulling her in for a quick kiss. “I love you.”
“Right back at ya,” Chloe winked, turning Beca around and patting her ass. “Now go.”
Stepping through the door again, Beca found the woman sitting behind the desk - properly, this time - looking up from the desktop as she entered. “Welcome to the Lavaridge Gym!” she smiled. “Are you here to challenge me for the Heat Badge?”
“I am,” Beca nodded.
“Great! I’m Flannery, the gym leader here in Lavaridge. What’s your name, trainer?”
“Beca Mitchell from Pallet Town, way back in Kanto.”
Beca saw recognition flashing across Flannery’s face - clearly, she had heard about her from her colleagues - but she kept their little facade going. “You’ve come an awful long way, Beca. How many badges have you collected?”
“This will be number twenty-one!” Beca grinned.
“This should be an interesting battle then,” Flannery grinned. “The battlefield is through here, follow me!”
Beca followed Flannery through a dark hallway, glowing flame-motifs lining the walls. “That was much better,” Beca commented with a small grin. “Maybe there’s still hope for you yet.”
“Thank you,” Flannery grinned over her shoulder. “For setting me straight. That took guts.”
“Anytime,” Beca grinned. “No really, anytime .”
“Oh, I believe that,” Flannery laughed, opening the door at the end of the hallway. “Well, here we are. Do you agree two Pokémon is the way to go?”
“Sounds good to me,” Beca nodded. “It seems to be the preference of most gym leaders.”
“Two Pokémon it is,” Flannery nodded. “Frank! Frank, we have a challenger!”
A middle-aged man came jogging over, grabbing the red and green flags from a shelf as he made his way over to them. “What’ll it be, Flan?”
“Two Pokémon,” Flannery told him.
“Very well!” Frank called out. “Gym leader Flannery of Lavaridge versus the challenger. Each trainer will use two Pokémon. The first trainer to run out of Pokémon to use loses the match. Flannery will send her Pokémon out first.”
“Alright old friend,” Flannery grinned at her Pokéball. “We haven’t battled in a while, so let’s have some fun. Go, Torkoal!”
The Pokémon that appeared on the battlefield looked like the oldest tortoise Beca had ever seen, with a faint trail of smoke coming from his nose and mouth, and a thick plume of black smoke steadily wafting from a hole in his shell. “Tork!”
“Okay, okay, okay,” Beca nodded. She considered starting off strong and bringing Feraligatr out. Her fingers already grazed his ball when she reconsidered, instead reaching for a different one. “Gengar, you’re up!”
“Geng! Geng-geng-geng!” her Pokémon chuckled as he appeared, pulling a face at their opponents.
“Let the battle commence!” the referee called out.
“Torkoal, Flamethrower!” Flannery called out instantly.
“Gengar, dodge, and Shadow Ball!”
Flames erupted from Torkoal, covering a good part of the battlefield. Gengar pushed off from the ground, hovering in mid-air for a while before firing an orb of blackish purple energy off at Torkoal.
“Protect!”
Beca bit her lip when Torkoal pulled his legs and neck in, hiding inside his shell as the Shadow Ball slammed into him without having any effect at all.
“Fire Spin!”
Without coming out of his shell, Torkoal began spewing fire. Jets of searing hot flames erupted from the five openings of Torkoal’s shell as he began spinning around, turning the entire battlefield into a sea of flames.
“Gengar, higher,” Beca urged her Pokémon, the heat being uncomfortable for him even up there. “Use Psychic to throw him!”
Torkoal was lifted off the ground and thrown to the other side of the battlefield. He continued pouring out fire, though, some of it hitting Gengar in the face, making him recoil.
“Torkoal, Fire Blast now!”
Torkoal’s head popped out of his shell, letting loose an even larger inferno - if they kept this up they might end up actually burning the building down, Beca feared. “Gengar, vanish and find a safe spot!”
“That’s enough Torkoal,” Flannery grinned. “Retreat until we figure out what they’re up to!”
Torkoal retreated back into his shell, and for a few long seconds, absolutely nothing happened. Beca had counted on Flannery being a hot-headed trainer, but clearly she had the patience of a saint.
“Try Night Shade, Gengar!”
A mass of black energy with flecks of purple and crimson formed out of nowhere just underneath the ceiling, washing over Torkoal until he was entirely blocked from their view, the energy encompassing him entirely. Still, Flannery didn’t look very worried.
When the energy faded, Gengar became visible again, softly landing in front of Beca. Torkoal was still hiding in his shell, not looking any worse for the wear. “Torkoal, Smokescreen!”
Smoke came pouring out of Torkoal’s shell in the same way he has spouted fire before, making it difficult for Beca to see more than two feet in front of herself. “Gengar, be careful and keep your distance!”
“Watch the smoke, Torkoal,” Flannery told her Pokémon. “Everytime he moves, you’ll know and use Ember!”
“Gengar-” Beca started before falling silent. Whatever they decided to do now would end up in Torkoal’s favor. “Use…” Beca groaned under her breath, imagining Gengar’s confusion at her lack of commands. “Damnit, use… fuck this smoke,” she muttered under her breath. She gasped as an idea suddenly sparked. “Use Poison Gas!”
She waited patiently, watching the cloud of black smoke slowly turning purple, until it was a strange mixture of the two different gases. “Torkoal, burn the gas away!” Flannery called out, clearly bummed her strategy was foiled.
“Gengar, Phantom Force!”
Fire raged across the field again, dispelling most of the gas. Before it reached Gengar, Beca saw him sinking through a purple portal. A second later, a similar portal appeared above Torkoal and Gengar came falling out, his glowing fist connecting with the top of Torkoal’s head. “That’s it, Gengar!” Beca cheered. “Now, Shadow Claw!”
“Protect, Fire Spin, back away and recover!”
Gengar’s purple-glowing nails barely scraped across Torkoal’s shell, the force of his fire attack pushing him away from Gengar and forcing him to retreat. “Gengar, Psybeam!”
The multi-colored beam struck Torkoal’s shell, pushing him off to the side a bit but doing no further damage. It wasn’t unexpected, but Beca just needed to keep them off-balance until she could devise a strategy. When Gengar’s third Psybeam hit, she got an idea. It was crazy, but…
“Gengar, use Psychic to flip Torkoal onto his back!”
“What?!” Flannery exclaimed as Torkoal was lifted up and harshly slammed into the ground, his shell wobbling. A few seconds later, his head and legs appeared, helplessly kicking into the air. “Gengar, let’s finish this with another Phantom Force!”
Gengar sunk back into his purple portal, reappearing next to Torkoal.
“Torkoal, spout now, then Flare Blitz!”
In a feat of amazing speed - especially for a tortoise-like Pokémon - Torkoal spouted a powerful flame from the hole in his shell, launching him into the air. Beca didn’t have time to respond as flames encased his entire shell and he crashed down on Gengar like a tiny meteor.
“Gengar is unable to continue!” the referee called out as soon as the dust settled.
“I’m sorry, bud,” Beca sighed. “I didn’t see that coming. Take a rest, you’ve earned it.”
“You go Torkoal! Still got it, you old slowpoke!”
“Tork…… ooooaaaaaal,” Torkoal yawned.
“Well, that didn’t go so great,” Beca grinned. “Guess it’s up to you now, Feraligatr!”
Feraligatr hit the floor with a loud roar.
“You had a water Pokémon all along?” Flannery gasped.
“Well, yeah,” grinned.
“Why didn’t you start off with him, then?!”
“I don’t know,” Beca shrugged. “Figured I’d keep you on your toes.”
“Well, that you did,” Flannery nodded. “But don’t expect things to be easy now just because you have the type-advantage.”
“Never underestimate your opponent,” Beca nodded. “Ready?”
“Ready!”
“Torkoal, use-”
“Hydro Pump!” Beca called out, the massive torrent of water blasting from Feraligatr’s maw, flooding over Torkoal and washing him away. “Keep it up!”
“Torkoal, retreat! Protect!” Flannery called out, but Torkoal was pinned firmly to the wall by the ever-continuing cascade of water.
Beca waited a few minutes before calling the attack off, Torkoal flopping onto the ground and not getting up again. “Torkoal is unable to continue, Feraligatr wins the battle.”
“Well, that was a hopeless situation,” Flannery chuckled. “Return, Torkoal. Camerupt, off you go!”
Camerupt landed, making the battlefield shake for a moment under his weight. He resembled a giant, extremely stout camel, except his two humps were small volcanoes, magma bubbling just beneath the edges.
“Resume!” the referee called.
“Feraligatr, Brine!”
“Camerupt, Earthquake!”
The entire field shook under the weight of Camerupt’s attack, cracks forming around the field. At the same time, a torrent of water crashed down on Camerupt, a massive waterfall causing the magma in his humpts to sizzle and steam.
Camerupt wailed as the water slammed down on him, Feraligatr growling as he toppled sideways, losing his balance. “Camerupt, Eruption!” Flannery yelled over the commotion.
“Feraligatr, use Waterfall on yourself!”
Beca was amazed at the strength of Camerupt’s attack - thick globs and streams of magma firing from his back and coming to cover the battlefield, melting parts of it and leaving a pockmarked surface. Without taking her eyes off the field, Beca shrugged out of her jacket. Feraligatr was standing in the middle of the battlefield, shooting a large amount of water upwards and letting it crash back down on him.
The water pressure would barely hurt him, Beca suspected, and it might just keep him safe from the heat and the magma. She could already see the magma hardening back into volcanic rock.
“Okay, Feraligatr, Aqua Tail!”
Feraligatr burst out of his own waterfall before all of the water had even come back down, some of it seeming to cling to his tail as he rushed forward, making a sharp turn and hitting Camerupt in the side with his water-encased tail.
Camerupt was heavy and sturdy enough not to be thrown off his feet, but he still roared in pain.
“Take Down!” Flannery called, and Beca winced as Feraligatr - a large Pokémon himself - was thrown clear off his feet by Camerupt’s attack. Still, he got back on his feet almost immediately, just as they had trained.
“Surf!” Beca called, grinning as a wave formed beneath Feraligatr, picking him up and carrying him towards Camerupt. “Water Pulse!”
The beam of concentrated water hit Camerupt in the face, dazing him for a moment. Before he could recover, Feraligatr and his wave slammed into Camerupt full force, finally throwing the large volcanic Pokémon off-balance.
“Enough!” Flannery laughed. “That’s enough! Damn, Beca, we really never stood a chance. Return, Camerupt. Take your rest, you’ve earned it after that!”
“You return as well, Feraligatr,” Beca smiled. “You did amazing work!”
“If you had started out with Feraligatr, you would’ve sweeped us clean off the field,” Flannery smirked when they met in the middle of the field. “I still don’t understand why you didn’t.”
“It might have been an easy victory then,” Beca shrugged. “But I wouldn’t have learned anything. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that every battle is a learning moment.”
“I like that,” Flannery nodded. “Here is your Heat Badge, Beca. You’ve earned it in more ways than one. I have no doubt you will do great in the Ever Grande Conference.”
“Thank you, Flannery,” Beca grinned. “Keep up the good work.”
“I will,” she smirked. “Now shoo. I need to get my battlefield repaired. I don’t know why we keep using Eruption, it’s such a pain in the ass.”
“Ha!” Beca barked out. “Yeah, I can see that.”
“Go, go,” Flannery shooed her. “Go and be with your girl, she’s impatiently waiting on the other side of the magma pool.”
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“Looks like we have the place to ourselves,” Chloe grinned, shrugging her robe off and hanging it on a rack next to the hot spring. “How very fortunate for us.”
“Yeah,” Beca grinned, also taking her robe off and lowering herself into the hot spring, letting out hisses as her body grew used to the fire, which turned into relaxed sighs as she felt the tension in her muscles seeping away.
Chloe sunk into the water next to her, seemingly unbothered by the heat of the spring, instantly relaxing. Like before, Beca felt Chloe’s hand landing on her inner thigh. But while they had taken it slow last time, this time she immediately felt Chloe’s fingers skittering higher, forcing her to spread her legs apart.
It only took seconds for Chloe’s fingers to land on her clit, rubbing it hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck, Chlo,” Beca gasped, forgetting to be quiet. “Fuck, that’s- fuck, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Chloe almost growled, her voice rough as her fingers intensified.
“Fuck, I’m close baby, don’t- fuck, shit, fuck!” Beca hissed, waves of pleasure rolling over her, her orgasm crashing into her at a record speed.
“Wow, that was… fast,” Chloe observed with a cheeky grin.
“Yeah, no shit,” Beca grunted, her own hand only now reaching out to touch Chloe, first her stomach, slowly drifting lower. “Doesn’t mean we’re done yet though.”
“Oh, I was counting on that,” Chloe hummed, shifting closer so their bodies pressed together, yet remaining conscious of anyone potentially being able to enter the hot springs. Her fingers slowed, languidly rubbing across Beca’s clit while she did the same to Chloe.
“You looked so hot, battling Flannery,” Chloe hummed softly. “And the way you told her off for her behavior beforehand. So passionate about the role of a gym leader,” she cooed.
“Fuck, Chlo…”
“You got me so wet, babe,” Chloe whispered hotly. “Watching you put Flannery in her place on and off of the battlefield… I wanted to just drag you away and have my way with you so much.”
“You have me now,” Beca groaned, voice strangled as Chloe’s fingers picked up speed again. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again, baby,” Chloe rasped, her breath hitching when Beca began rubbing quick, concentrated circles over her clit.
“I’m yours. All yours.”
Beca felt the hitch in Chloe’s breath, her girlfriend’s fingers faltering for a moment as her thighs snapped closed around Beca’s hand, trapping it in place but not keeping it away from her clit, allowing Beca to continue applying gentle pressure as Chloe’s body shivered and shuddered through her orgasm.
Before the orgasm even passed through Chloe entirely, her fingers hit Beca’s clit in just the right way. The sensation, combined with the sight of Chloe having an orgasm just now, was enough to send Beca hurdling over the edge once again.
“Already?” Chloe grinned when Beca’s eyes fluttered back open. “Someone’s a little needy, huh?”
“Fuck you,” Beca grumbled.
“I love it, babe. And yeah, definitely fuck me,” Chloe purred, taking a hold of Beca’s wrist and guiding her hand. “It isn’t even noon yet,” she grinned. “I plan to be here at least until five.”
“Fuck.”