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Chap. 38: Coitus Interruptus (Pulling Out)

Brigid Stirling was all cool professionalism as she did the vast majority of the work required to get Alex's team treated in the healing machine inside the Gym Leader's office. His job was simple: Put his Pokémon in the machine, starting with Fistina, his violent little Mankey, and wait and watch the monitor, practically biting his nails, while little numbers passed by. Too slowly, and her Hit Points, or what Yggdrassil showed his avatar as Hit Points anyway, ticked lower and lower. "Almost got it," the Gym Leader murmured as her strong fingers danced over the keyboard that controlled the treatment system, "Just a few more... got it!"

Alex's eyes widened as the little red droplet icon next to the word 'Bleed' disappeared on the larger monitor. They flicked next to the HP bar once more... the countdown had stopped. Negative thirty-six. "Is she...?"

"She'll be alright," Brigid murmured, then leaned back with a sigh and stretched, her voice oddly soft and kind now that they weren't in the middle of a pitched battle, or the aftermath of one. "That's a pretty good fighter you got there, and I don't mean her type."

"But her- well, it shows a negative...?"

Brigid glanced over at his hand then followed it to the screen, "Eh? That's normal. Well, she's knocked out, unconscious, but she'll be alright. It just displays that if a 'Mon isn't in fighting shape. Well, or zero. A Pokémon is pretty resilient and tough, you know? They're hard to kill. It happens, but you have to work for it. Super-effective moves, of course, they can do it easily enough. You'll see them when a weak spot gets hit, too. Type advantage and a weak spot is far more often lethal. And I won't lie- she was getting closer to death, because they can definitely bleed out, or die from burns, poisons, and so on. But just straight up beating them to death takes a lot of work. We wouldn't fight with them if they actually suffered long-term damage, right? At least, most of us wouldn't. I wouldn't, and I'm considered a literal hard-ass."

Alex smiled wanly at her weak joke, but Brigid took the lack of response in stride as she stood up, then stretched her impressive arms over her head, "Ah... needed that. Get stiff during and after a battle. All that pomp and circumstance. Anyway, if a Pokémon is dead, it says 'dead' where the status report is. Otherwise, negative numbers mean 'fainted'."

"Oh," Alex sighed with relief, "Sorry, I didn't know."

The porn-star and Gym Leader shrugged as she came to stand next to him. He suddenly felt very small as she was at least three inches taller, and Alex was not short himself. She probably weighed at least fifty or sixty pounds more than he did, too. "Don't worry about it, plenty of Trainers don't know that, especially new ones. Really, it's only Gym Leaders and medical professionals I'd expect to know for sure. Even plenty of veterans don't know the ins and outs like that."

"Hm," Alex nodded, "I... I guess if you're only concerned about the results, that makes sense. As long as it heals the Pokémon, right?"

"Exactly," Brigid nodded, "But it seems little Fistina will be alright. She fought bravely. Your whole team did."

"Er, thanks," Alex blushed. "I... well, for a while I wasn't sure I could win. Your reputation's well deserved. Er, the- the fighting one, I mean."

Brigid smirked and raised an eyebrow at the first comment, then laughed at the last one. She reached out to ruffle his hair almost like he was a child, still chuckling, "You're alright, kid. I see why Rocket's interested in you."

"R- Rocket...?"

She winked sideways at him, then shook her head, "Not here. Up in my office, cameras off. Come on, your Pokémon will be fine. That is, if you trust me. If you want to wait... it'll take your Fistina about three hours to fully recover from that one."

Alex swallowed. He would have probably already accepted just at the hint of spending some quality time with a local legend of the porn community like Stirling, even if she wasn't really his type. But the mention of Team Rocket, as if she knew something about their plans, made his blood run cold. "I'm... I think I'd like to wait."

"Suit yourself," Brigid shrugged, "Though if it's because you think I'm after you, don't worry about that. Rocket and I don't see eye to eye on a large number of things. It just pays in my line of work- all three, really- to keep an eye on what the local syndicates are doing."

"I see," he muttered. And he did, one of the first things his father had taught him about running Ward Logistics was that the criminal syndicates and crime-bosses, corruption in general, had a way of seeming like it ran everything. Sometimes it was just needing to pay a little to someone to grease a political wheel, or others protection money. And sometimes it was actual extortion or theft, vandalism, murder. The Pacific Mega-City Security Force might be the law, but they were hardly immune from the same thing, and critically undermanned at the best of times.

Even the massive corporations that ran the Mega-Cities around the world now still sometimes bowed to the greed not of the companies, but the criminals who hid in the shadows. If things here were not all that different, then what could he expect? The game had been created by people who grew up in the same world he had, and GameFreak was one of the largest makers of video games in the world, with a huge market share of gaming overall. They would know about that corruption at least as well as his father, who was, at the end of the day, a relatively small-time CEO of a Pacific-wide shipping company.

"Anyway, like I said, your team's gonna be fine, but we can also wait. I just always get horny after a good fight, and that was a pretty good one. I figure you've got at least a few Badges in you. If you do want to come up to my office now while they heal, I can guarantee you a good time. If not, my Lairon hasn't gotten any action in a few days, and he's getting antsy, too."

Alex swallowed as he imagined the classic Steel-type pseudo-dinosaur, rutting at the muscular goddess next to him, her moaning in bliss as she took its literally steel-hard rod. "I... it's not that I'm not flattered or, um, interested, but... well, didn't your rule say six badges...?"

"Unless I make the advance, yeah," Brigid shrugged, "which I'm doing. No hard feelings if you aren't interested. I know I'm not everyone's type, despite my sales records."

Somehow, despite her words, Alex felt like she would, in fact, take offense if he turned her down. With a gulp and a last glance at the monitor, he looked to the Gym Leader, the nodded, "Alright. Uh... but I can't stay too long. I kind of... have a thing tonight."

"A date with another woman?" Stirling said, the hard line of her mouth breaking into a grin, "Finally gonna claim that tart Berkman, huh? Good on yah... guess I'm not your type, then, but if you're D.T.F. then let's do it. Long as it doesn't cause bad blood with her, anyway. I don't need a kid like that coming into the Gym five Badges later with a hard-on for revenge."

"I don't think it'll be a problem, no," Alex chuckled, "In fact, as long as I can... uh... do the thing tonight, I'm pretty sure she'd encourage me to spend some time with you. Just, um, for the experience, if nothing else."

"Hah... Alright, then, come on up."

She didn't say anything else, simply led him quietly across the room from the entrance she must have used to get into the arena. Through the other door was a simple elevator with two buttons: Up, and Down. The ride was long and quiet, broken only by the soft hiss of cables moving outside the industrial-style box, and the regular buzzing of yellow safety lights as the narrow shaft passed below them. That, and Stirling's surprisingly loud breathing as she looked him up and down, her chest pressing and receding against her black sports bra impressively with every breath.

The door opened onto a clean, well-organized office space. A large desk, suitable for someone in her occupation and with her size he supposed, dominated the nearer side, with a trio of monitors gracing the left half and a keyboard arranged beneath them. A small stack of papers sat beside a much larger one in an In box, with a functional and comfortable but ultimately simple couch and a trio of chairs occupying the far side of the long room around a low table from which the scent of freshly-brewed coffee rose. Against the left wall, plaques and paintings held a number of certificates, awards, and artwork that depicted either the Steelworks, Steel-type Pokémon, or people who resembled her enough that they were probably Stirling's family or ancestors. And on the right, a bank of monitors set into the wall displayed several slowly-moving numbers, scrolling graphs, and more that he guessed was related to the operation of the plant floor, each with a small set of buttons or controls beneath them.

"It's... not what I expected," Alex admitted.

Stirling laughed as she tossed her blue jacket over the back of the chair, then reached down to pull up her sports bra. Alex's eyes were immediately drawn to the single heavy bounce her breasts made, and the wide, pale areolae that circled taut, puckered nipples a few shades darker. "Holy fuck," he chuckled, "You weren't kidding, huh?"

"One thing you might learn about me, I don't ever really joke, Mr. Ward," Stirling smirked as she lowered the black cloth over her jacket too, then reached for her skirt and panties, pushing them both down to her ankles with a quick shake. "I'm horny, and I like to fuck. It's good for business, but if you want I can turn the cameras off. If not, expect to be recorded."

He swallowed. This...

This was kind of make-or-break, wasn't it? People might recognize him. GameFreak certainly would, but they had mentioned professions as a thing they had put into the game. Would this make him a Porn Star, too?

Maybe it would depend on how well he did...?

Did he even want that?

"If... if I want the cameras off, then...?"

Without a word, Brigid reached for a button on her desk and pressed it twice. One of the monitors went dark, then flicked back on with a single message, "Office Cameras Off," before returning to the same scene it had shown before. "They go off. I'm an exhibitionist, I don't expect everyone else is. Besides, when you've got a bod like mine, why not show it off?"

"I see your point," he acknowledged, then swallowed. "I... I don't mind them on... if I get a cut."

Brigid's eyes widened as she smiled, "Ooh, saucy. Twenty percent."

"Uh... thirty?"

"Twenty."

"Twenty five?"

One blonde eyebrow rose, "Kid, I'm horny, I'm not dumb. You're good looking enough to go somewhere with this, but I'm the star, here. People are paying to see me, not you. You're kind of a prop to get me off. Twenty percent is generous because I like your guts. Unless you're hung like a Rapidash..."

He blushed and shook his head, "N- No, I guess twenty is fine, then. Uh, thanks."

"Good choice," Stirling chuckled, then reached over and turned the cameras back on with the same button. "Now, I don't know about you, but even if I'm horny I could use a warm-up. Do you need me to get a fluffer sent up, or am I sexy enough you're gonna get hard anyway?"

He gulped, nerves suddenly shooting through him like they had just before the match. Was that really less than half an hour ago? "Um, wh- what's a fluffer?"

"Like a Pokémon or a cute young girl to suck your cock and get it nice and hard for me, so you don't embarrass yourself when the action starts. Mind you, I only film once. If you have problems performing, then that's on you. No shame in it, happens to all guys sometimes, but if you can act like you enjoy it, at least, then it'll be better for sales."
He felt himself stiffen at the thought of it, but Alex shook his head, "No, I- I don't think that'll be necessary. So... what, we just like... fuck, and then that's it?"

Brigid shook her head and held up a fist, then started lifting fingers as she counted, "A few rules. One, you cum where I tell you to. You also don't cum without telling me you are going to. If you're premature, we're gonna have a problem. If you can get right back up, that's less of a problem, but still a problem. Three, this isn't an ongoing arrangement unless I want it to be. You don't own me, or have any rights to my time or energy, and we aren't together. We're fucking, once- maybe twice if you're good and not too slow to finish- as a one-time deal. Understand?"

"I do," Alex nodded, "I... well, I'm kind of with Elle, so..."

Stirling snorted, "Sure, and I don't blame you if you like the stick-thin girls, but let's be real. Who wouldn't want bragging rights on a lady like me? You can do that, of course. Brag all you want. Just don't expect me to do more than occasionally remember, 'Oh, yeah, we fucked once.' This isn't gonna be a big deal to me, so it shouldn't be for you."

Alex nodded.

He had never been one for one-night stands, but... really, who was he kidding? Brigid was huge, imposing, far more muscular than was really a turn-on for him personally, but she was also gorgeous, and a bona-fide porn star.

"Right, then. No need for plot, people don't expect that from me. So just take off your clothes and show me what you can do, Challenger."

Alex nodded again, hoping he would be able to live up to her expectations, even if nerves were now making it very hard to focus on her beauty rather than the thighs that could probably crush his skull. Of course, seeing him look had Brigid sit in her heavy desk chair and lean back, one foot up on the desk, presenting a shaved but glistening snatch, meaty and full. "Hah... I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, lick Mommy good and you'll live through the night, Ward. Get started."

"R- Right."

He wasn't used to being dominated, and wasn't sure he liked it, but without his Pokémon Alex didn't dare turn her down. She was just too imposing. So he got on his knees in front of her, and rested his hands on her thigh, then leaned in. She was smelly, with a strong odor of not just sweat but the acrid odor of molten steel. Behind both of those was something else, one that took him only a moment to recognize: Arousal.

"Mommy, huh? Alright, Muscle-Mommy, I can lick you. But you gotta suck my cock, too." He didn't give her a chance to protest before he leaned in and started lapping, almost dog-like, at her rich, odiferous folds. She sighed and leaned back, then fisted one meaty hand in his dark, unkempt hair.

"That's it, kid... lick me just like that, no need to warm up, I'm already horny as fuck. Fresh kid like you, and you come to my Gym for your first Badge... and you win, first try? You've got some talent with Pokémon. Got some talent with your tongue, too. Mm... suck on my clit more, Alex."

He obliged, not that he had much choice as Brigid physically dragged his mouth into place with her hand and pushed his face into her cunt. Without being asked, he pushed a finger inside her, then two as she accepted it easily. He plunged them in and out a dozen times as she sighed, then flipped the hand over to start working her g-spot. The Gym Leader was already soaking wet, and he didn't know how much longer she would want the foreplay.

Not that he was worried. With her, he would probably cum too soon anyway. While it might be embarrassing, especially if millions and millions saw it, as he suspected they might just because Brigid was involved, it would be worth it if he lasted longer with Elle because of it. Then again, he had daily or near-daily orgasms, at the very least, with Elle's Bellsprout, so he was hardly a stranger to pleasure anymore, and wasn't a virgin to begin with.

But all other considerations aside, this was an honest-to-fuck porn star he was going down on. Someone who'd been pleasured by, he was sure, some of the best in the field of cunnilingus. Someone who routinely shagged Pokémon with cocks the size of his whole arm, maybe.

He wanted to prove himself. Prove himself better, better than all of them.

It was probably a vain hope, but he wanted to try anyway. And Brigid was responding. He couldn't tell if it was acting on her part, or if she was genuinely that into it, into him, but when Alex slipped in a third and then fourth finger, and pushed up to the joint of his thumb, Brigid took it, too, and moaned. A deep, throaty moan that spoke of indescribable sensations, and she hissed, "Oh, fuck, just like that! Oh, yes... four- you're a brave man, Alex Ward... just fuck me with your whole fist, don't tease me!"

He swallowed, then withdrew his fingers for a bit and sat up, mostly to let blood flow back in. He had his hand in there, yes, but she was tight, and it would hurt! But, then again... "If that's what you want, beautiful... the whole fist it is."
Alex watched intently, wide-eyed, the cameras already forgotten as the same fingers slipped in, but this time his thumb was right beside them. Brigid moaned again, then gasped, her bright blue eyes flying open as the last knuckle broke through the tight ring on the outside, and his hand lurched forward three more inches. His longest three fingers pushed past another ring, and Brigid's moan turned into a cry of bliss, "Oh, fuck, baby, just like that, right there! Fist-fuck my cervix, you beast!"

She didn't seem to be in any pain, so Alex swallowed, and pulled back, then pushed in again, a tiny bit deeper.

"No, no deeper, just- oh, fuck... just like that, Alex. Right there, that exact spot- in and out, fast, please, please, I'm so close! I wanna cum with your fingers in my womb!"

He obeyed, and she threw a heavy leg that probably weighed more than Elle's whole body over his shoulder and pulled him closer, encouraging... His lips found her clit once more, and he licked it rapidly from side to side while his lips suckled, and his right arm pumped in and out of Brigid's rock-hard abdomen.

She climaxed with a roar, and if he could have lifted his head to look, he would have seen her eyes roll back in her head as proof it was a real one. But her legs were too strong, and the one draped over his back kept him in place, licking as she rode through it, his hand, his whole lower arm almost, held in a death-grip by her spasming pussy.

When she was able, Brigid moved the leg over him back up to the desk, then pushed him away with the hand in his hair. "Stand up, kid... that was great. Great! Fuck... I said you had guts, and that's what I like. You know how many men dare fist me? None! Well, except you. I fuck Rhydon and once even a Rhyperior, and guys are too scared to put a hand in. Fuck... you get it! Now, I normally don't do this, but... you earned it. Gimme that cock!"

Before he could protest, not that he would, Brigid was on her knees, instead, and his dick was in her mouth. She bobbed fast, hard, sucking tightly, and he grunted, "Holy fuck... that's..."

Truth told, he honestly thought Elle was better in terms of technique, despite being new to it, but he had to admit the sheer power and energy behind the huge woman's blow-job would have gotten him off in under a minute.

But just as he started to twitch and throb, his balls aching, Alex cried out as muscular fingers tightened in a ring around his base and head, painfully so. "Hold on, kid," Brigid told him as she looked up, "No cumming yet. Little bit of pain helps prolong things, and I ain't ready for you to jizz on my face or down my throat. Not yet. Nice cock, by the way. Top ten percent of humans I've been with."

He didn't, couldn't, say anything else before she let go with her fingers, and started bobbing again. This time, her tight, powerful suction covered his whole shaft, taking him to the base and back in rapid, smooth strokes with no sign of gagging or discomfort. In fact, Brigid's tongue slipped out a moment later, then moved slowly side to side every five or six strokes, and one of her hands came up to lightly tickle the bottom of his scrotum with a few fingertips. His orgasm started mounting again, faster this time, and more powerfully.

Then, again, she stopped, and tight fingers circled him. "Ah... too fast, too much? Don't worry," Brigid chuckled, "my pussy isn't gonna be that good for you, I'm afraid. I'm still plenty tight for a fuck, but after having your fist in there it'll take a while to get back to normal. But I'm tired of waiting, I want to cum again.

She stood up, easily pushing him back with a casual hand, then bent over the desk. She looked back at him, and grinned, "Don't forget to play with Mommy's tits while you fuck me from behind, kid."

Alex groaned as he took up a position behind her, and made sure he listened to that one. Of all her features, those were the ones Alex liked best, and as the heavy mounds fell into his hand, he was somehow able to angle just perfectly. Or maybe it was Stirling's practice, because his cock slipped into her depths smoothly and easily, all the way to the bottom in a single motion.

Smooth, fast, and slick, Alex was reminded once again of how much he loved sex. Why had he and Cora stopped that part of their relationship, again? How had he waited so long, what felt like years, for Elle to be ready? Why hadn't he fucked Megumi, or any of the other cute, sexy, or hot girls they'd had throwing themselves at him?

Aside from the Nurse Joy in Pallet Town, he hadn't had sex since coming to this world, even if that one had done it a couple of times. Before that, it had been a year or more since he'd had more than a one-night stand.

Even if they didn't sit well with him, fucking the hard-body star bent over her desk was spectacular, and she moaned and rocked with him, the cameras long forgotten now. Even Elle, for the moment, slipped partially from Alex's mind as he saw her tight, sweat- and oil-slick muscles bulge and release with every movement Brigid made.

She came again two minutes in, and the sudden spasming and tightness of her twat sent Alex careening to his own climax once more. He kept hammering away for a few moments before he remembered her rule, and grunted, "Fuck, I'm- I'm cumming really soon! I- I-"

"Cum on my tits," Brigid cried, and with her hips, bounced him back hard enough his long cock left her depths. Then she was on her knees again, one hand on his shaft as he staggered for balance, guiding and pulling him, angling and aiming, stroking, and...

He nearly whited out with bliss as her hand coaxed one of the strongest orgasms of his life from his tired body, and Alex sprayed nine huge strings and three smaller, weaker lines of white semen, thick and strong, over Brigid Stirling's huge, firm breasts.

When he was done, she made a good show of looking up at his eyes, "Mmm, thanks, kid. That cum was really good. Both of 'em. And your cum's good, too."

Then she scooped some up and held it between two fingers, dangling over her mouth. When it fell, she licked her lips and stood up, suddenly towering over Alex again. "Alright, kid. I got off- and yes, both times were real- you got off, and now I gotta get back to work. It's been fun. I got your Trainer ID number from the entry fee, so you'll start to see royalties in about a week, after editing's done and things are out there. Now get going, that elevator there goes down to the lobby. I'm sure your girl-toy is waiting."

Alex blinked. "Er..."

Brigid was already pulling a towel from one of the drawers in her large desk, and wiping his semen from her tits. "Go. I gotta get back to work."

"I, uh, Al- Alright... Thanks, that was really, um... something."

"Thanks," the blonde woman said, rolling her eyes with an almost wry smile, "You were pretty good, too. I meant it about the fisting. And the orgasms, actually, but I really do need to get back to work. I got another Challenger who's nearly at the arena. Bye!"

He nodded, then moved toward the elevator. By the time he was at it, she was descending, the doors still half-way open. A single kiss was blown his way, then she was gone.

Elle could not believe it. She'd made a new friend, and that friend had gotten her off with her fingers- a girl her own age, more or less! Who had an equally sexy sister! Even better, Alex, her lover, had gotten his Badge, too!
The lyrics to an old song about tonight being 'the night' was already playing through her head endlessly when she saw him, looking freshly showered by somewhat dazed and in shock, as he stepped out of an elevator that read 'private, employees only' near the concessions stand closest to the entrance of The Steelworks.

She waved, and called his name, and he lifted his eyes. Once he saw her, Alex smiled, a faint, twisted one... and she grinned. He'd done it! The reason she had waited so long, most of the time until Lana had finished her run in fact, because he'd been fucking Brigid Stirling! And he was feeling guilty, the sob. Hah... She was jealous, but not of Stirling!

To show her feelings, Elle threw her arm and legs around Alex the moment he came in range, and kissed him powerfully. Then she leaned in to nibble on his ear, "I hope she was a good a fuck as she looks. Tell me all about it while we have lunch, then back to the hotel room. I need you in me, and I need it soon."

Alex grunted as she pulled back, his arms under her pert rear easily holding her weight despite seeming tired. "You... you knew? And... you're okay with it?"

"Did you think I wouldn't be? And I hoped," Elle chuckled, then hopped down to grab his hand and start pulling him toward the doors, where several reporters were waiting, just like they had been for her at The Aerie.
This time, neither of them answered questions, though Alex blushed heatedly when one attractive, fake-boobed blonde called, "Is Brigid Stirling's snatch as awesome as they say?"

Elle grinned.

Who could blame her if lunch was a formality she barely remembered? She was going to lose her virginity that afternoon, to the man she loved, and then her real life as an adult would begin!

It was two in the afternoon, some excited reporters still following them though most had stayed at the Gym, when they made their way back to the penthouse suite of the hotel.

She didn't remember undressing, only being undressed, and waiting for Alex- hopefully, just as nervous as her, even though she knew he wasn't a virgin and now had heard in detail about his time with the porn-star.

The porn star she was now watching jerk off a Rapidash, already covered in its semen, while she waited- just to get warmed up, as if she needed it.

Then Alex came out from the bathroom, as naked as she was, red-faced like she was, and...

Sytem-wide Announcement: Server Instability.

Server Reset in 5... 4... 3...

"No, no, no!" Elle shouted.

"Fuck!" Alex went along with it.

Then everything went dark.