A Bet Between Roommates Leads to Domination and Slavery (m/f) (long) (bet) (domination) (fiction) (happy)

A Real LIfe Pokemon Battle Led to Sexy Results

My roommate was a competitive Pokemon player. It was kind of a weird thing to say, but that is what she was. Clara had been into Pokemon for as long as we had known each other, which was for quite a long time. Most of our lives, in fact. We’d lived in the same street and then later gone to the same schools. Now we were in college – for the first time in our lives away from our parents – and we had managed to become roommates by request. It was a strange new world for the two of us in the big city and it was nice to have someone close by that you had known for so long. It made socialising much easier when you had a ready-made friend.

It was fun to listen to her. Clara took to things with a spark of life that made it hard to dismiss. She would talk of her battles over breakfast, almost breathless as she described who had done what, and how she’d reacted. Almost like it was the real thing. It made me smile, but often I did that just because she was talking to me at all.

You see, I had a crush on Clara. I’d had it for as long as I could remember. She was bubbly with long dark hair and a lithe body. She had green, soulful eyes that seemed to stare right into your spirit, and a mischievous smile which could make my heart pound. Ever since I had been aware of girls at all, I’d been aware of Clara.

Anyway, one morning I was sitting with Clara eating breakfast. We didn’t have very many classes that day so it was a slow one. A lazy day. We had not talked much that morning, enjoying a companionable silence.

“Hey, Alex…” Clara said, looking over to me with a strange expression.

“What’s up?”

“You any good at Pokemon?”

“Not for a while,” I admitted with a grin. “I don’t think I’ve seriously played in years. Used to be pretty okay though.”

“But you have your old stuff, right? Your games and all?”

“I’ve got them somewhere around here,” I nodded. “Why the sudden interest?”

She teased the handle of her tea cup with one finger.

“I’ve gotten bored.” She said it like it was the worst thing in the world. “No matter what I do in that game, there’s no rush anymore.”

“That’s too bad,” I said, not knowing what else to say. “What are you going to do? What for the next generation to come out?”

“I thought about that,” She admitted. “But no. I don’t really think that will work. You see, I thought about it last night in bed. There’s no spark in it anymore, you know? I’m good. Very good. Not the best around, but close. Close enough that there’s not much challenge in it. I don’t really get anything from winning or losing anymore. It’s all the same now. There’s no prize and no punishment. Just another game.”

By now I already had the impression that she had something in mind. It wasn’t like Clara to bring up a problem that she had not already solved to her own satisfaction.

“What are you thinking?” I asked her cautiously. “Do you think that I would be able to challenge you? I doubt it.”

“No,” Clara said. “Not right now anyway. But if you put a lot of work in, you might be able to.”

“That would be days and days of just nonstop playing,” I pointed out to her. “And also looking up which Pokemon are even good now. I’ve not done that in years and I am sure everything has changed. It usually does when you stop looking.”

She giggled at that, but it seemed she had something more serious on her mind.

“I bet you would do it,” She said slowly. “If you had the right motivation.”

“Motivation?” I said suspiciously. “Not to be paranoid, but it sort of sounds like you’ve stolen my wallet and won’t give it back unless I beat you in a Pokemon battle.”

“Idiot,” She laughed. “Not that sort of motivation!”

For a moment, she went silent again. I got the impression that she was gathering her courage.

“Hey Alex, did you ever watch porn?”

I almost spat out my drink, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

“What? The hell kind of topic change is that?”

Clara’s face was red, and she was looking anywhere but at me as she went on.

“I know you have. We’ve been friends for far too long for me to think that you’re some pure buddhist soul who has never been tempted,” She looked up with a grin. “Don’t worry. I…I do it too.”

She swallowed, nervous. I eyed her with curiosity. Where was she going with this?

“I, um, when I first turned eighteen I was really into Pokemon porn. Don’t look at me like that! Not with the Pokemon themselves! With, like, the trainers. You know, there are those comics where when you lose a Pokemon battle you have to take a punishment? And for girls, it was stuff like stripping naked or masturbating or even being fucked?”

Her face was locked towards the table now, barely even looking up.
“I’ve heard about those sorts of comics,” I said slowly. “I can’t really say that I have looked into them.”

“Really?” She seemed surprised. “But I thought you guys all had the hots for Misty? Or was it May? Or whoever it is now.” She shrugged.

“Maybe when I was a kid,” I laughed. “But it’s been a while since then. So why is this connected to your first question?”

“Well…” She said slowly. “I was thinking that if I give you a few weeks to get better and you were really motivated, you might be able to give me a challenge.”

She swallowed before going on.

“And I also know that you haven’t had a girlfriend for a while. And I haven’t had a boyfriend for a bit.So, um, we’re both a little frustrated in the bedroom so to speak. So I was wondering if you’d be up for a bet?”

“A bet?” I said. “You don’t mean living out one of those stories, do you?”

“Iis there a good way to answer that positively?” She laughed again. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll give you a few weeks to get good and then we’ll battle. And if you win, I’ll let you punish me however you want.”

“You cannot be serious,” I told her flatly.

“However you want.” She repeated in a softer voice. “No matter what it is. If you want me to clean the apartment? I’ll do it. You want me to be your maid? Or to do your coursework? Or um, maybe you want me to do something a little bit more adult? Like take my clothes off or…well, you get the idea.”

“You’re insane,” I told her. “You cannot be serious.”

“I am absolutely serious, Alex.” She finally raised up her gaze and looked me in the eyes. “Believe me. Look, the two of us have known each other for ages, right? You’ve seen me in my swimwear and bikinis before.”

“That’s right,” I said.

“Well… haven’t you ever wondered what I looked like in nothing at all?”

My mouth was dry, and my cock was stirring below the table. I tried to focus myself. Images of Clara stripping down played in my mind. Banishing them proved difficult, and my throat went dry.

“Of course I’ve wondered that,” I found myself saying. Clara flushed, but went on.

“And…and didn’t you ever want to touch me? You know, as a woman?”

“Of course,” I said again. Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed. Clara knew me far too well for me to lie to her.

“Alex, I’ve always wanted to do something like this,” She admitted softly. “But I’ve never been able to do it with any of my boyfriends. I was always afraid that they would think that it was silly, you know? So I never put it forward. But I’ve known you for all of my life, and I trust you more than anyone else. So, while I cannot believe that I am saying this, do you want to play a game of Pokemon where the winner is allowed to punish the loser any way they want?”

I looked at her for a long moment and then took a deep breath. My mind was aflame with what she suggested, and I could not help but imagine the feeling of her body against mine. Her soft cries echoed in my head. The fantasy made me flush red, but I was eager.

“If you’re really serious about this…” I said slowly.

“I am. Absolutely.”

“Then, in that case I agree.”

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She gave me three weeks to prepare. Three weeks to catch up on years of neglect! I had to go out and buy the latest games and run through them as fast as possible. Luckily they weren’t too hard but I knew the competitive scene would be unforgiving. I kept thinking that what Clara had said had been a dream or that I had somehow misunderstood and that any day she would take it back, but she never did. Life continued as normal for me, except that I devoted as much free time as I could to learning how to play Pokemon once more.

It wasn’t just the games. I also had to learn the meta. I was painfully aware that Clara was far ahead of me in this score, but I had no choice now but to try to catch up. I learned about EVS and IVs, the invisible forces which controlled how strong or fast your Pokemon could. I looked up how to maximise them, how to breed Pokemon with good starting stats and then how to add Pokerus on top of that to make them even better. I threw myself into the battling scene, spending long hours and longer nights with my team online. I learned matches and lineups, team synergies. How important priority moves were, and a dozen other things I had never even considered.

By the time I was even close to ready, my head was spinning. It had been work. Genuine hard work to pull myself up to this level and I knew I was still disadvantaged. Everything that I had so painfully learned would be second nature to Clara. Everything I had to struggle to recall would spring to her without effort.

The thing that kept me going was the promise that she had made. If she lost, I could punish her in any way I desired. I could have her strip naked, order her to masturbate for me and she’d do it. The idea made my insides churn with lust. Fuck, how long had I wanted to see her naked? I thought it would never happen and now she’d presented it to me on a silver platter!

…but of course, if I lost, she would have the same option against me. I wondered about that. If this wasn’t her ultimate goal. Maybe she had a crush on me as well? If so, she could have just asked. I would have happily messed around with her a bit. But I supposed that wasn’t part of the fun. Part of the game.

Anyway, it didn’t matter now. The bet was set in stone. Our interactions became increasingly tense and awkward. Each of us knew that in a matter of days, our relationship would change forever.

The night before the agreed upon battle, the two of us sat in the living area of the apartment. The TV was on, and Clara was sitting at the table with her laptop open. She was typing away but I could also feel her eyes on me when she thought I wasn’t looking. I was nervous, we both were. After a while, she went to take a shower and as I walked past the bathroom to the kitchen, I heard soft moans over the sound of running water.

Later, I would wonder if she had intended for me to hear that.

Anyway, that night I hardly got any sleep. Anticipation coiled inside of me like an iron snake. I’d prepared my team and done my research. Acquired all the items that I would need. My team was solid, my win ratio was good. But was it good enough?

We would see soon enough.

Clara had classes early that day so she was already out when I got up. But she would return in the afternoon for our battle. All I could do was wait. A few hours later, I finally heard the door opening. When she appeared in the living area, I could not help but stare.

“What are you wearing?” I asked her. She smiled, a little sheepishly.

“I thought it might make our game more fun,” She said. “It’s not exactly a Pokemon cosplay, but…”

But the spirit was there was what she was trying to say. Clara usually wore jeans and shirts. She wasn’t the sort of girl to dress up if she didn’t have to. She was casual, and I had forgotten just how good she looked when she did care. And she had clearly cared today. She was wearing a short black skirt over a pair of dark tights which clung sensuously to her long legs. Her T-shirt was thin and white, and I could even see that under it, she had not worn a bra. For a long moment, I looked at her. Unsure what to say. She smiled nervously, brushing her long black hair away from the pale skin of her face.

“What do you think?” She said at last.

“Did you really not wear a bra?” I asked her. She frowned.

“That’s the thing you notice?”

“Well it jumped out at me pretty hard!” I defended myself. “You’ve got a white shirt on! I can almost see right through it.”

Clara laughed, but the sound was just as much nerves as it was humour. “If you want to know the answer to that question, you’re going to have to beat me and find out aren’t you?”

“I suppose so,” I said. “Are you sure about this? Still time to back out, you know.”

“I’m sure.”

“All right then,” She said. “Let’s battle.”

We did. Clara took the chair by the side of the tv and I stood over by the table. The consoles were both turned on and in a moment, we’d connected. My palms felt sweaty. If Clara had wanted this fight to have meaning, she’d certainly got it! She was already biting her lower lip, her face deep in thought. She noticed me watching her and grinned, uncrossing her legs in a slow and deliberate fashion. I felt the heat rushing to my face and glanced down at my screen.

I knew I could not let her distract me.

I didn’t know how Clara played, but I guessed from her personality and our time together that she’d be aggressive about it. I was right. We each had six Pokemon and Clara led right away with an aggressive sweeper. I countered with a defensive Pokemon that had a good type advantage and managed to barely win the round. Her next Pokemon knocked it out before I could call it back, and I went into an attacker of my own. She predicted me and managed to critically hit my new Pokemon, knocking it out as well. I felt sweat rolling down the back of my neck.

“Two down already, Alex?” She said. “Maybe you’re not as good as I thought you would be…”

“I’ll show you how good I am,” I retorted. Not the best reply but in the circumstances, I was sort of distracted.

“I hope you do,” She said. “Otherwise all of this preparation will be for nothing.”

She sounded so cold and haughty that it burned in my veins and I became even more determined to bring her down.

My third Pokemon was a status effect focused build. It stalled out using poison, recovery and damage negation. I could see Clara’s face frown when she realised it.

“That’s a dirty tactic!” She said, glaring over at me.

“This is a dirty game,” I responded. “Or did you forget the prize for the winner? Of course I am going to go all out, and I know you are too.”

She smirked.

“You know me too well.”

Her Pokemon went down and finally there came her main sweeper. I tried to stall it out, but she used a damage buffer on it and cut me down in two moves. Now we were each down to just three. It was getting close. I felt tense and wary, anticipating anything.

I sacrificed another Pokemon, using it to get some damage on her attacker and then with my fifth Pokemin, used a priority move – an attack that hit instantly – to finish it off. Clara used a defensive wall, and I started to sweat. Did I have enough left to break it down?

I had no choice but to find out. For several more moments, the battle went back and forth. Clara’s Pokemon was able to heal my damage just barely keeping itself alive. I knew I had limited time to win the match, but I was stuck in a loop. Each time I attacked, she healed just enough to negate my full damage. My final Pokmemon was fast but fragile. It would lose hard to this defensive counter, so I could not switch out either.

I looked over to her, my mouth dry. She just needed to make one mistake! But she looked so focused, and I knew she would never slip up unless I made her somehow.

“Hey, Clara,” I said, my mouth dry. “I hope you don’t like wearing clothes. Once you lose this match, I’m going to make you burn yours.”

“What?” She blinked, looking up at me. “Burn them?”

“That’s right. I don’t want you to be clothed at all while you’re in the house so I am going to get rid of all of your options. From now on, you’re going to be naked all the time. It might make your time in college difficult, though.”

She flushed red. I knew I was taking a big risk, but she had been the one who started it! She kept moving her body, drawing my attention to her legs or her chest. It was downright unfair, though I could not say that I wasn’t enjoying it. Hopefully, she didn’t think that threat was going too far.

Even more hopefully, it would turn her on enough to distract her and-

Yes! She broke the loop! She used the wrong move and my Pokemon just barely managed to score enough damage to faint her defender! I felt like cheering but it wasn’t over yet. She still had one Pokemon left and I was sure that it would be tough.

“Hey, Alex…” She said, looking over at me. “Once I beat you, I’m going to get you a collar and chain you to the foot of my bed. How does that sound to you? I want your cock ready at all hours of the day.”

She stumbled a little over the word ‘’cock’’ but the sultry tone of her voice still managed to make me lose focus for the half second she needed to send my Pokemon down.

Now we were both on our last one. They were two fast, attack focused Pokemon. I didn’t know who would go first, but whoever landed the next hit would probably be the winner. I swallowed, my throat dry. Could I leave it to chance? What else could I do? I had a priority move on my Pokemon but she did as well, I was sure so it would still come down to random speed. Unless I could convince her to use a different move. Then, my Pokemon would go first. I looked at her, her face was red and even though she was staring down at her screen, I could tell that she was aroused. Her nipples were poking against the fabric of her shirt, and she kept moving her legs. I wondered if she was more aroused by the risk of punishment or by my threats to her if I won.

If she was in this to beat me, then this next move would come down to sheer luck and there was nothing else I could do about it. If, however, she was more interested in being punished then maybe…just maybe…

“Clara,” I said. “You’re a sub, right?”

“W-what?” She spluttered, her face going red. “Why the hell would you even ask me that?”

“I need to know since in a moment, I am going to be taking advantage of it,” I projected a confidence that I did not feel. “As soon as I win this next clash, you’re going to be naked on your knees and I am going to be claiming my prize.”

I felt equally aroused and also weirded out to be saying that to my best friend, but it was the only shot I had. If she wanted to lose, this was now her last chance. If she wanted to win, nothing I did would make the odds better than 50/50.

“Come on,” I muttered. “Come on…”

The turn started. My Pokemon moved fast and I watched desperately as her health counter ticked down. Before my unbelieving eyes, her last Pokemon fainted away.

“I won!” I cried out, feeling more excited for a victory than I ever had in my life.

“Fuck!” Clara swore, rising to her feet. “I lost!”

My heart was beating fast now, and I turned to her. She was looking at me quizzically. Her pale face was flushed, and it was like she was waiting.

“You know what happens now, right?” I asked her. I was waiting for her to deny me, to turn aside or tell me it had all been a game. I would have accepted that. Instead, she chewed her lower lip but nodded.

“I lost.” She said,” I’ve lost the Pokemon battle and now you’re allowed to punish me any way you like.”

“That’s right,” I said. “And the first thing I want to do is…”

I reached out to her and grabbed her. She squealed in surprise as I pulled her close. Her body was up next to mine, the heat of her closeness was warm against my skin. I could smell the perfume she was wearing, feel the scratch fabric of her shirt against my arms. Her breasts poked into my side, and at that moment I realised she truly was in for the long haul. She had every intention of doing what I told her today.

My hands snaked under her shirt, rising up across her lower chest. Her skin was bare and soft, and my palms rubbed against it as they rose up towards her tits. She moaned, the sound was soft and sensual and my fingers rubbed her breasts. They felt glorious after so long imagining them. My heart was in my throat, and my cock was straining against my pants. I felt how hard her nipples had become and chuckled.

“You really are turned on by this, aren’t you?”

“I told you…” She said, “I’ve always had the fantasy of this happening.”

“Did you lose on purpose?”

“N-no…”

I didn’t believe her. I took hold of her shirt and before she could react, brought it up over her head! Her breasts and nipples bounced with the sudde motion as I discarded the fabric.

“I told you that you didn’t wear a bra.”

Clara’s chest was compact. Not small but not large, with a runner’s build. Her body was slim but powerful, and I felt a deep hunger inside of me as my eyes took in the sight of her naked upper body.

“What are you going to do to me?” She asked, the question made me all of the harder.

“That depends,” I told her back. “What are your limits?”

“I don’t have any,” She said, looking at the ground. “I…I lost to you. Whatever you want to do, I’ll endure it. That was the bet, right?”

“I hope you’ll be doing a bit more than just enduring it,” I told her. Suddenly, I kissed her. The motion caught her by surprise, but she welcomed it, and kissed me back. For a moment, the two of us just enjoyed the close connection. Then we broke apart. Both were now breathing heavily.

“Do you have toys?” I asked her. It was a question that had always burned within me. I’d never seen her with any, but then again, I didn’t go into her room. Why would I invade her privacy like that? I respected her as a person and as a friend. But as my crush on her had deepened and I had grown older, I could not help but wonder – and fantasise – about what she used to get off.

“Yes…” Clara said in a small voice.

“Show me.”

She led me to her room. It was a small room, mostly made up of a bed, a table and a set of drawers. She gestured to the smallest drawer near the floor.

“In there.”

I grinned and bent down to open it. It looked like it should have been socks or maybe panties, but instead she had put a folded blanket at the bottom and atop that lay a small collection of sex toys. I gazed at them. There were small egg vibrators, a dildo, a magic wand and a collar. I picked up that last thing.

“This is what you were going to make me wear?”

“Yes,” She said again.

“Turnabout is fair play,” I told her. “Let’s see how it looks on you.”

Clara moaned softly as I closed the leather collar around her throat, tightening it just enough that she would be able to feel it. The sound took me by surprise, but I grinned, happy that she was enjoying it as much as I was.

“Now for your first punishment,” I told her. “I think it’s time we got rid of that skirt. It looks really good on you, but I think you’d look even better in nothing.”

She seemed to freeze as my words reached her. Her eyes flickered down to the skirt, and then to me. Her hands went towards it then, taking hold of it and slowly pushing it down her body. She wriggled, showing off her hips and legs, and as the skirt hit the ground I saw the black panties she was wearing with a very distinctive wet patch right between her thighs.

“You’re totally enjoying this,” I told her.

“I am not!” She protested. “I just…want to keep up my end of the bargain, that’s all.”

“You’re wet down there.”

“Yeah? So what. I’m a girl, when I get aroused I get wet.”

She crossed her arms.

“You’ve been kissing me and feeling me up. Of course I’m turned on.”

‘’Turned on’’ was probably the same as ‘’enjoying this’’ as far as it seemed to me, but I didn’t want to argue with her when she was clearly baiting me. She knew as well as I did this whole thing had been her idea and I was pretty sure she’d thrown the last fight.

“Do you like your new collar?” I asked her. Her hand rose up to brush it, her face unreadable. She looked torn between ‘’yes’’ and ‘’no.’’

“From now on,” I told her. “For the rest of the week, you’re going to wear that collar. You can wear clothes outside of the apartment but inside of it, you’re supposed to be naked at all times. Exceptions exist for bras and panties if they’re sexy enough. And also your stockings, those are pretty cute too.”

Clara nodded, her eyes were hungry. I could sense the desire and lust radiating from her.

“I understand,” She told me. “Is…is this all that we’re going to do?”

“Of course not,” My heart was pounding. “This is only setting down the conditions. Firstly, let’s get those panties off you.”

She swallowed, but nodded.

“Yes, master.”

The word ‘’master’’ made me tingle all over, and I watched eagerly as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs. Again, she wiggled just a little bit as she went, showing off her body. By the time her panties had curled about her ankles, I was staring at the sight of her womanhood, a part of her that I had never seen before.

Clara and I had been friends since we were both too young to care about sex, but as I had matured, I’d found myself thinking more and more of her. Now, she was all but naked in front of me. The only clothes she was still wearing were her dark stockings which clung to her legs. She’d even kicked off her shoes at some point. She looked at me, nervous and anxious yet hungry. I could feel her lust, there was a moment of shared understanding between the two of us.

“You’re wet,” I told her, turning my eyes down to her pussy. It was shaved bald, and this looked recent. I remembered the moans I had heard in the bathroom the other night and felt moved to ask, “Did you shave yourself just for this?”

“Mhhm.” She nodded slowly. “M-maybe…”

“So you did lose on purpose?” I grinned. “Did you want to be punished? Tell me the truth, Clara.”

Clara shivered, one of her hands fell between her legs, her fingers tracing the outline of her pussty, running up and down her slit. The feeling made her shiver with delight.

“Yes,” She gasped. “Okay, you got it, yes! I wanted to be punished! E-ever since I was old enough to have fantasies, I wanted to lose a Pokemon battle and get fucked! I wanted to be humiliated and made to strip naked! Just like in the porn. And you beat me. You really did. You don’t need to hold back anymore, Alex. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Her words were the last thing I needed and I moved towards her again. This time, I drew her into an embrace, her hands curled under my shirt and roamed across his chest. I was kissing her, my fingers tweaking her nipples. She moaned into the embrace, and I could feel how hot she was. How wet she was. My free hand fell down to the place between her thighs and brushed her sex. Clara gasped, my fingers played with her lower lips. Ran up and down her slit. She wriggled, looking like she wanted me to go ahead and do more. But I was enjoying her helplessness, and made her wait for a few more moments before I finally inserted my fingers into her womanhood. Instantly, her pussy clenched at my fingers hungrily, and I started to move them back and forth. Picking up speed as I went. Clara moaned, the sound was low and sultry, making me harder than I had ever felt before.

Before I knew it, I was moving faster. Clara’s hips bucked back and forth, she was getting off on my fingers and I was kissing her, trailing my mouth down her body towards her breasts. My tongue teased one of her nipples, and I heard her gasp and moan.

I pushed her down on the bed and she collapsed, rolling onto her back, she looked to me. Her eyes were wide and I could see how wet she had gotten. My hands worked at my belt, and my trousers fell to the ground. Now it was her turn to see my cock, stiff as it had ever been thanks to all that had happened. I moved forwards, getting on the bed with my legs pressing between her own. She spread her thighs, opening the way to her sex and I placed the head of my shift against her entrance. It was warm and inviting, and I could sense the anticipation that we both shared.

I started to move, pressing myself into her. Clara moaned and her back arched, the tip of my cock spread her lower lips and penetrated her pussy. Her womanhood eagerly gripped me, the friction and touch was amazing and my shaft strained. Then we were moving; the bed rocked with the motion. Clara’s chest seemed to jiggle back and forth. She was crying out in pleasure, the sound small but intense. I used one of my free hands to take both of her arm and pin them to the bedrest, so that it felt to her as if she was bound to it. I figured that from how she had acted so far, she might get a kick out of it and I was right. She reacted explosively, her hips swayed and bucked with more passion, making our experience all the sweeter. I was inside of her, pressing myself against her. Clara’s moans filled my ears, and my other hand scrabbled at her chest. She was moving, her whole body rocking back and forth. The springs of the bed were singing, and my cock was aflame with passion and pleasure.

She came first. She made a strangled cry, and I felt her pussy tighten around me, the waves of pleasure washed through her body, and she threw her head back. The motion made me cum as well, filling her pussy before I could stop myself. The feeling rose up through me, from the tips of my toes to my ears. The pleasure was greater than any other I’d ever had, and after it faded, we both sat for a moment, utterly spent.

“I came inside of you,” I told her as I finally had the strength to speak again. “I hope that isn’t too bad?”

She shot me a look, but sighed.

“You’re an idiot, you know. Luckily, I took a pill this morning just in case so we’re good. I’ll take one tomorrow too to be sure.”

I nodded feeling relieved. Slowly, our strength returned, and I pushed myself off her bed.

“We’re probably going to have to change your bed,” I said. “I think we kind of made a mess of it.”

“That’s okay,” She said. She was sitting with her legs curled up under her, watching me intently. “I am not going to be using it for a few days.”

“Sorry?” I shot her a look.

“You told me before that I was going to be naked for a week, right? Well, I assume from this that you mean my punishment to last all week. So I doubt you’re going to let me sleep alone until the end.”

I felt like the floor had fallen out from under me.

“You mean this wasn’t enough?”

“Alex, don’t be an idiot,” She said with a smile that was nevertheless extremely sweet. “You told me yourself. It’s a week. I would hate for anyone to think that I was backing out after losing a battle. Pokemon rules, you know.”

And that was how I got my new girlfriend.

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