Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon.

A/N: Rated MA. Lemon.

Standards

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A lone, busty figure cuts through Route 18. Her long ponytail swings out the back of her trainer cap. Big juicy butt cheeks jiggle in teeny, tiny jean shorts. Full round breasts bounce along in her white vest. The woods would be dead quiet if not for the crunch of her high-tops down the footpath.

Something RUSTLES.

Hilda stops. "Huh?" She whirls her head back.

Nothing's there except trees and more trees. She scans side to side. Not a man, child or pokémon in sight.

'Must be losing my marbles…'

She can't remember how far back the last trainer sign was, or if she's still going in the direction it pointed her towards. Hard to think with the sun beating down on her. Her cap shades her features but does nothing to stop her thick, round thighs from sweating. Sooner she gets out of this maze the better. She turns back to the path ahead when—

"Whoa!"

Hilda jumps back!

The boy in front of her definitely wasn't there a second ago. A trainer, she realizes, recognizing the blue cap worn backwards on his head. He's shorter than her, and his oversized t-shirt and shorts make him look juvenile.

She takes a calming breath. "Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

"I—I—I'm sorry, Ms. Hilda! I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Well, maybe don't creep up on people like that then?" she scolds. "Run along now, little boy." She shoos him off. "Not in the mood for a pokémon battle right now."

"Oh, I'm not looking for a battle."

"Eh?" Why the hell did he creep up on her then?

He suddenly drops to his hands and knees. "Ms. Hilda! Please have sex with me this one time!"

"W—What?!"

"Please? Pretty please? I'm beggin' you!"

Hilda's taken aback, flustered. "Are you out of your mind? There's no way I'm gonna have sex with you!"

"B—b—but, if this keeps up, I'm gonna die a virgin!" He sobs. "Ms. Hilda…please…you're the only one that can help me!"

Eh? Where does this brat get the balls to approach a random stranger like that?! Granted, she's not a complete stranger to him, apparently; he knows her name after all. Hilda had built up quite the reputation for two things, and if he isn't here to battle…

Ugh. Okay, so she's not always been opposed to casual sex. A trainer's life could get lonesome. And Hilda's young, single and 'thicc as fuck' according to the last trainer that dicked her down. Enjoying a good romp every now and then doesn't mean she'll shack up with just anybody though.

"I don't do virgins."

"But Ms. Hilda…" From all fours, he leers up at the beads of sweat rolling down her round thighs. He zones in on her crotch and, if he were a fire pokémon, he would've seared holes through her denim. "Please…all I'm asking is to have sex with you just this one time! That's it! Nothing else!"

'That's it?' He says it like it's nothing. Like she's nothing. Just some cheap whore handing it out to horny, little incels like him.

"It's been my dream to have sex with a girl as pretty and kind as you, Ms. Hilda!"

She rolls her eyes. 'I'm sure…'

He stands up, she steps back. "Nngh!" She raises her arms to keep him at a distance. 'I need to get out of here already. This little pint-sized weenie can't handle a woman like me. It's almost adorable he tried.' She's about to walk away and tell him where he can shove his little virgin dick—nowhere near her holes—when she remembers she doesn't know where she is, let alone where she's going. 'Maybe there's something he might be good for…'

"Please!" He clasps his hands together. "Sex! Just this once!"

"…Alright! Fine! I'll have sex with you, just please stop asking! Geez…"

"You will? For real?" His eyes sparkle.

She nods reluctantly.

He punches the air. "YES! I can have sex with Ms. Hilda! Woohoo!"

"D—Don't get the wrong idea! I only decided to do this because you look so pathetic! I'm only having sex with you out of pity. This is just a one-time deal," she insists, "and only if you can do something for me first."

His excitement is cut short. "Do…something for you?"

"Get me out of this damn jungle," she demands. "If you can do that, then we'll have a deal."

"Oh, that's it?"

Thirty minutes later, they're standing on the doorstep of the Floccesy Town Pokémon Centre.

Hilda feels dumb. 'I really suck that bad at navigating?' That was too easy for him.

The brat rubs his hands together wearing a cheesy grin. "So…?"

She narrows her eyes. "Ugh, whatever. Some rules, first." She clears her throat. "No touching my breasts!"

"Wha—"

"No kissing! And no cumming inside me!" She didn't even let the Unova Champion do that. "If you break even one rule, we're stopping immediately. So, you better behave, got it?"

He gives a reluctant nod.

She smirks. "Let's get this over with so I can go about my day, capeesh?" She holds the door open. 'Heh, I'm giving this pipsqueak two minutes, tops.'

Two hours later, Hilda's sixth orgasmic cry ripples through the Pokémon Center's halls.

The boy rolls off of her used body, a virgin no longer. He sits up while she stays flat on her back, ragged and sweaty, utterly naked except for the boots she never had the chance to take off. Her gargantuan breasts flop to her sides—marked with his handprints—as do her thick thighs, leaving her spreadeagled, with hot virgin seed gushing from her pussy, enough to fill a tub of yogurt.

He broke all the rules and Hilda couldn't stop him.

She passes out.

Room service discovered Hilda's lewd body hours later, locked the door and continued where the boy left off.