Amass Crass Ass Blasts

"Greninja, water pulse!"
"Come on, Fletchinder! Peck!"
Even in the face of a Water Pulse, Fletchinder made one last ditch effort to land a hit on her opponent's Pokemon. Aimee had to admire her partner's bravery, heading into a super-effective attack like that. Unfortunately, bravery did nothing to help Fletchinder as it fell limp to the ground, exhausted.

"Thanks, friend. You did all I could have asked for", Aimee whispered to her Pokemon, before returning her to her ball. Suddenly, her opponent spoke.
"That's one brave bird you have there!"
"The bravest," Aimee huffed, with a slight smile. The youth that had beaten her was skilled, there was no doubt about that. He was probably 15, of average height, with straight black hair that fell just short of his shoulders beneath a blue-brimmed hat. His immaculate jeans and pleated jacket hinted at wealth, but his carefree grin bespoke a different upbringing. Definitely not one of those spoiled rich children she had seen around Lumiose. Hell, were he a few years older, she would already have asked him out.
Aimee dug around in her purse for some change to give to the victor. She was running low after those groceries she bought. She chastised herself silently for not picking an easier fight.

She finally pulled out an appropriate amount, 680.
The boy, who had sauntered over while she was rummaging, stretched out his hand.
"Of course, it was hardly a fair fight, what with me being so strong. I beat the Gym leader a few hours ago, so you weren't too much trouble."
"Don't push it, kid"
He started. "Kid?! I'm a teenager, not a kid!"
"That's not what your height suggests," she taunted. She was only an inch taller, but she felt she should get back at him for his cockiness somehow.
The boy stood dumbfounded for a moment, before snapping back to reality.
"Oh yeah? I can prove I'm not a child!"
"Really? And how do you think you can do that?" Aimee smirked. At least she could get some entertainment out of this battle.
The youth rubbed his chin for a moment, before getting a devious grin.
Before Aimee could react, he jumped past her.
"Like THIS!" He shouted triumphantly.

And he brought his hand down, square on her right ass-cheek.

"Eep!" Squeaked Aimee. Where had that come from? And why did it feel... Good? This was the last thing she had expected him to do.
The boy stood back in front of her now, puffing his chest out in pride.
"Only adults can do that! A child can't punish an adult, so who's laughing now?"
It quickly became apparent to Aimee that he had no clue as to the implications of what he had done. He thought he had delivered a spanking, not made a pass. She was about to educate him on his actions when she hesitated. It had felt good, so didn't she owe it to herself to explore this new-found sensation? No, of course not. He was a kid, it wasn't legal for her to pull any moves on him. But what if... She convinced him to do it on his own? He was apparently uneducated in this area, so it couldn't go too far. Yes, she'd do it. It couldn't possibly get out of hand.
"Oh, young man, you sure showed me! May I at least have the name of the one whom has bested me?"
"The name's Calem," he said, obviously pleased with himself.
"Wow, what a strong name!" She flattered, "and may I say, very fitting for a strapping young boy like yourself."
Calem grinned from ear to ear, obviously enjoying the attention.
"Actually, since you are so strapping, why don't you walk me home? I don't have a Pokemon to defend myself with anymore, and I need a grown-up boy like yourself to protect me. What do you say?"
Calem appeared to think on it a moment, but decided quite quickly to go along.
"You're on, lady! I can protect you just fine!"
Stage one complete.

After a few minutes of walking on their way to her apartment, Aimee had learned more about her companion. He grew up in Vaniville town, Son of a famous Rhyhorn Rider, and was on his journey to fill a Pokedex. This was all very interesting, but it wasn't what she was after. She decided now was the time.
"Hey, Calem," she asked, "do you mind holding my groceries for a second? I need to fix my belt."
"Oh, sure thing," he replied
As he reached out for the bag, however, Aimee dropped it and turned herself to the correct position for her plan to succeed. And, just as she'd hoped, Calem's hand darted out to catch it.
What he caught instead was a big handful of her left ass-cheek.
"mph!" Aimee struggled to keep her pleasured moan silent, almost failing. The food tumbled on the cobblestones, but nothing was seriously damaged.

"I'm so sorry, Aimee!" Calem fretted, blushing as he removed his hand from her arse. Are the groceries okay? I'll pick them up for yo-"
"No no, I can get it. It was my fault, after all," she said, bending over, making sure Calem got a great view.
Another nefarious idea came to Aimee's mind while she was bent down, and she quickly decided to put it in action.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, feigning a slip on a smooth cobblestone and sliding backwards.
Calem instinctively put his hands out to protect himself, but of course there was only one thing they could possibly come into contact with.

The pleasure of both Calem's hands on her butt at the same time drove Aimee over the edge this time, letting out a throaty moan. Fortunately, Calem did not notice, caught up as he was trying to steady himself.
Aimee couldn't believe no one on the street had noticed anything fishy yet. And somehow, this Calem boy was too dense to catch on. Hopefully this didn't scar him later in life, or whatever.

After a few more minutes, they reached Aimee's house. She had exhausted every technique she had to get him to lay a hand on her that wasn't considered harassment. Now she no longer had an excuse to stay with him, it was time to say goodbye.
"Thank you very much for walking me home, Calem. Especially after you had beaten me, it was very gallant."
"Er, of course," Calem struggled to form words. It appeared he didn't want to leave yet either.
"I hope we can see each other again some time," Aimee said, blushing slightly against her will, "but you can take this. It's said that if one is given, the people are sure to meet again."
She handed Calem a destiny knot, which he accepted gingerly.
"Oh. Thank you, Aimee. You're a weird lady, you know that?"
Aimee thought of her strange new attraction to this boy, and her recent risky actions. How did this happen to her?
"Yeah," she smiled, "I know."
She could hardly wait for their next encounter.

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