Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or its characters and place names, but in the spirit of fanfiction I own this story and the characters I created around it. Most notably, I "own" Professor Orchid, although I seek no financial gain from these stories.
Warning: Super Strength Lemon warning. If you don't know what a lemon is, or you're underage, turn away now.
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Brock and Duplica
Chapter 1
Brock, the young twenty-three former leader of the Pewter City Gym, was hiking down the road. He strokes his goatee, and imagines himself looking handsome. As he turns a bend in the road, he sees his destination. Before him is the Ditto House: Duplica's theater for Pokemon improvisation. It looks abandoned like it did eight years before, when he first saw it with his friends Ash and Misty.
He last saw Ash and Misty when Ash won the Indigo League Championship. But soon after the victory, the couple disappeared. Rumors spread about Pikachu and an emergency trip to a foreign doctor. Recently Brock heard from Misty and found everyone to be in good health. Misty then asked Brock to help Duplica register her Ditto House as a Pokemon Gym. So now Brock stands at the front door and knocks.
"Hello. Duplica, are you here?" he calls out, "It's me, Brock." The only response was the door moving a little to Brock's knocking. Brock pushes the door open and peers into the darkened building. "Hello?" Inside the chairs are stacked in the corner and sheets cover tables. Brock lets his eyes adjust to the gloom then walks in. "Hello, Duplica?"
"Stop right there!" commands a figure from the shadows. The blue hair officer of the law, Jenny, steps out of the darkness and brandishes a pair of handcuffs. "I caught you in the act of breaking and entering."
Brock freezes in fear, but then focuses all his powers of observation on the officer. The woman before him was wearing the uniform of Officer Jenny. Her height is within 3 cm of the Jenny average, but her breasts are 16 cm larger than average. When Brock notices the bushy eyebrows and the smell of greasepaint, he says, "Hi Duplica."
"Don't act so familiar with me, you burglar," retorts the woman.
Brock crosses his arms over his chest then lectures the woman, "I have seen over 100 different Officer Jennies. I can identify two dozen by scent alone. Your eyebrows are too bushy, you smell of grease paint and your breasts are too big." Brock suddenly slaps his hands over his mouth and hopes that the last part didn't come out.
The woman puts her hands on her breasts and asks, "Really? I guess I haven't updated this costume in a while." She opens her jacket a little then reaches down her shirt. Brock starts to blush as the woman pulls out a pair of pads from her bra. After she tosses the pads to the side, she re-buttons the jacket and asks, "Better?"
Brock gives a little nod.
The woman pulls off the disguise with a sweep of her arm then stands before Brock as Duplica, in her bell bottom pants and star T-shirt. "Hi, Brock. It's been a long time. How've been?"
Duplica's transformation shocks Brock back to normal. "I'm doing well. My brothers and sisters are growing up and helping Forrest with the gym. My parents are doing whatever they do." Brock looks over the dusty room and asks, "How have you been?"
Duplica sighs. "For me you could say there's no business in show business." Duplica walks over to the corner and pulls out a pair of chairs from the stacks. As she and Brock sit down she explains, "My Ditto house was doing well when we last met, but after a while attendance dropped off. I tried to make this place a dinner theater, but couldn't get a liquor license. I looked into moving into a city, but the rent was too high. So now I spend my time making costumes to sell."
"I'm sorry," says Brock, "Misty said that you wanted to convert your Ditto House into a gym."
"That was Misty and Ash's idea. She said that I could get financial backing from the Pokemon League, so I could spend more time training Ditto, and less time selling costumes for food."
Brock nods his head. "Well I got the paper work in my bag if you want to go through with it," he offers. "But I don't think that we can use the Ditto house itself."
"Why not?"
"Do you want a Charizard breathing fire in here? Or an Onix using Dig?"
Duplica shakes her head.
"How much room do you have out back?"
Duplica stands up and replies, "I'll show you."
She leads Brock through the house and out the back door. Behind the house is a weed filled garden, a well and two sheds. "I was raising my own vegetables to cut costs, but now I travel too much."
"It's almost big enough. But you should move a little farther from the house to be safe. The well is okay, but we should move the sheds," suggests Brock as he walks over to inspect the out buildings. Both buildings have padlocks on the doors.
Duplica produces a key and unlocks the door to the smaller shed. Inside are old garden tools. The larger shed contains a fire heated soaking tub. "When I tried to make this place a dinner theater, I had to convert my bathroom into public restrooms," offers Duplica with defeat returning to her voice.
Brock tries to cheer her up, "We'll move these building, convert your garden into a Pokemon battlefield, then apply for gym status. Even with provisional status, you get advertising, so that should help business."
"What do we move first?"
Brock strokes his goatee, ponders then says, "We move the bathhouse first."
Duplica moves closer to Brock and stares at his goatee. "Brock," she says, "your goatee makes you look like a Dunsparce."
Brock almost falls over from her comment. When he recovers he says, "I thought it would add an air of sophistication and worldliness."
"Has it helped?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've heard about you, how you fall for every pretty face you meet. Has any woman wrapped your goatee around her finger," Duplica holds a finger under Brock's chin, "and led you around like a Tauros on a string?"
Brock stammers a response, "Well, I. No."
Duplica walks to the tool shed and pulls out a shovel. "Well right now I need your help with 'earthliness'," she says with a pleading look in her eyes.
Brock gives a little chuckle and says, "Okay. Let's get to work."
They prepare a new location for the tub then dismantle the old shed. With the tub exposed to daylight, Brock asks, "Did you have this put in? Or was it already here?"
"It was already here. Why?" asks Duplica as she wipes the sweat from her eyes.
Brock tries to move the tub, then replies, "It's solid stone. We need help to move this."
Duplica releases a Ditto from her Pokeball and says, "I'll match whatever you have."
"Unfortunately, I left my Pokemon at the gym. Can your Ditto transform from memory or a picture?"
Duplica looks to her pink blob of a Pokemon and comments, "Ditto could get the shape right, but not the strength. Ditto transform into Brock." After the Ditto became a perfect copy of Brock, Duplica says, "I hope you're strong."
With the extra pair of hands, they leverage the tub onto a pair of skids and start to drag the tub to the new location. Halfway to the new location, the skids sink into the earth. Brock makes all the corrections he can but declares, "We need more help."
Duplica releases two more Dittos, then says, "Dit, Itto, transform into Brock."
One Ditto glows as it becomes a copy of Brock reduced to a foot and a half tall. The other Pokemon becomes a full-sized copy of Brock.
Brock offers his hand to his shrunken copy. "Nice to see you again Dit," he says as he marvels at the Pokemon's unusual transformation. Brock turns to Itto, he is about to offer his hand but stops and stares. This copy doesn't have a goatee and the lips are fuller. The chest is fuller too, or rather the breasts are fuller.
Duplica notices Brock's stares, then quickly says, "Itto, Transform1, target Brock." The Pokemon glows again, and then becomes a perfect, masculine, copy of Brock. "Sorry about that Brock. Itto gets confused with gender."
Brock just nods then gets back to the task at hand. With the combined help of three and a half Brocks and one Duplica, the tub moves to its new location. Duplica recalls her Pokemon then sits down with Brock to catch her breath. Brock tries to make conversation, "Is Itto your newest Pokemon?"
"Yes," replies Duplica.
"You said 'Transform1'. How many kinds of transform are there?"
Duplica leans against the stone tub and lets it drain the heat from her body. "What I call Transform1 is the transform everyone is familiar with. Transform2 and Transform3 are used for breeding purposes."
"Breeding?" asks the man who once wanted to be the world's best breeder.
"A Ditto usually breeds with non-Dittos. But what Pokemon would (or could) breed with a perfect copy of itself?"
Brock tried to think of this in a professional manner then shuddered at the vision of a female version of him. "I can understand the need for a second transformation, but why a third?"
As Duplica works some stiffness out her shoulders, she replies, "Hermaphrodites. Some Pokemon are both male and female."
"Oh." Brock ponders for a while then asks, "Were you going to put that in your show?"
"No. I was training Itto for Doctor Orchid's research in Pokemon breeding."
Brock's sweat turns cold as he replies, "Doctor Orchid."
"I can't go into the details, but suffice to say this is the only way I can get paid for training Ditto." After a moment Duplica adds, "Have you heard of Doctor Orchid?"
Brock recalls, to himself, traveling to the Doctor's island to further his career as a Pokemon breeder. He found the Doctor, security officer Jenny, and Doctor Joy a perfect trio of sexy professionals. But his application was denied. Brock relives his triple dose of rejection.
"Did she reject you too?" Brock just gives a little nod. "Did you grow the goatee afterwards?" Brock nods again. Duplica gives Brock a nudge with her elbow and says, "Lucky for me that she did. I can't do this without you. Think we can get the shed back up before dinner?"
Brock surveys then replies, "Only if we get back to work."
The pair returns to work, and reassemble the shed before darkness overtakes them. They fill the tub with water from the well, and then build a fire underneath it. "You take the first bath, and I'll make dinner," offers Brock.
"No. You've done so much already," protests Duplica. "You take the first bath. I'll make something for dinner."
"I never get a chance to work with a restaurant sized kitchen. This is a real treat for me. Please, enjoy your bath."
"Are you sure?" she asks as they the walk back to the house.
Brock stops in the garden and pulls up a large radish. He pulls up some more then says, "Please let me use your kitchen."
Duplica shakes her head in disbelief and says, "You win. Thank you." Duplica goes into her house and collects things for her bath. Brock disappears into the kitchen.
Duplica returns to the bathhouse, peels off her sweaty clothes and washes herself with warm water from the tub. She crawls into the tub and starts to drift into sleep. A voice calls from outside, "Is it warm enough? I can put more wood on the fire."
"Thank you Brock."
After Brock adds some wood to the fire he announces, "Dinner will be ready in a half an hour." Then he returns to the house. Duplica closes her eyes and enjoys the warmth of the bath, then suddenly Brock says, "Dinner time."
"What? I thought you said it would take a half an hour," groans Duplica.
"It did. You've been asleep for an hour."
"Sorry." After she gets out of the tub she asks, "Where are my dirty clothes?"
"I washed them," declared Brock. "When I heard you snoring, I made sure that you wouldn't drown, then washed your clothes."
Duplica steps out of the bathhouse, wrapped in a simple kimono, and says, "Brock, how can I repay you for all that you have done."
"You can eat your dinner, and tell me I did a great job."
Moments later they are in the main hall, and Duplica does what Brock asked. "I can't believe that you could do so much with some old radishes. If you were the cook for my dinner theater I would have this place packed every night."
Brock shakes his head and says, "I tried to run a restaurant once. In six months the novelty wears off."
"Can I at least offer to clean the dishes and let you soak in the tub?"
Brock barely has the energy to nod in agreement. He gathers his bathing supplies, adds some wood to the fire, undresses, washes himself, and finally climbs into the tub. The tub was designed for soaking. His head and upper body are held by the tub so he can't slip his head underwater. As he admires the craftsmanship of the tub, he also notices the water is colder and there are noises outside.
"Are you still sleeping?" asks Duplica
"Sleeping?"
"You were snoring a little while ago. I just got done with the dishes, so I came out to tend the fire."
"This tub is great."
"The tub and the property have been in the family for generations. This used to be a traveler's inn about 300 years ago. The tub is one of the few original things left." After she prods the fire she asks, "Brock how come you never came onto me when we first met? Do you only like older women?" She waits a moment then asks, "Are you sleeping?"
"I'm awake," he declares. "I guess you're right. I was attracted to older women."
"'Was'?" she asks.
"I have been falling for women for eight years or more. It hasn't gotten me much, except the bruises."
"'Bruises'?"
"Misty was always dragging me away from women. It's not fair. Ash could have Misty whenever he wants and he doesn't know it."
Duplica thinks to herself, "Oh, Ash knows it, and does 'it'."
"By the way," he adds, "you did see them recently. How were they?"
"Oh they're fine."
"Is Pikachu okay? There were rumors that Pikachu was sick or something."
"Pikachu just needed a break."
"They all did. Ash trained hard for the championships. Misty was getting grouchy recently. I felt I should spend more time at the gym, and let Ash deal with her. I hope she's in a better mood."
Duplica noisily drops another log on the fire.
"They did it, didn't they?" asks Brock.
All that Duplica can say is, "What?"
"Misty finally told Ash how she felt, and they did it."
"How should I know?" asks Duplica.
"Duplica, please don't take this the wrong way, but I know when you're lying."
Duplica sighs then says, "Yes. Ash and Misty did it. Please don't tell them that I told you."
"Don't worry, I won't. It would just make me feel worse if I did."
"Brock, shave off the goatee. It makes you look like a crusty old hermit."
Brock laughs and says, "My father said the same thing."
"Your cooking skills are a lot sexier than a beard." After a moment's thought Duplica asks, "Did you start a restaurant to show off you cooking skills to women?"
Brock sighs, "I almost landed a cooking show for television, but then I went head over heels for the producer, and lost the contract. I went home and dedicated all my time to my family and gym."
"So you gave up on women?"
"Yes."
In the darkness, Brock hears the shed door open. "Good," states Duplica. Moments later, Brock hears Duplica walk across the stone floor.
When he feels the water level in the tub rise, he asks, "What are you doing?"
"It's cold outside. If you've given up on women, then I'm safe. Besides, you like older women." Duplica bumps into his feet with her own as she rests at the other end of the tub. She lifts Brock's left foot into her lap to massage it. "This is just a small token of my gratitude to you." She lifts his other foot to her lap, and massages it as well.
Brock lets the warm water and massage work their magic spell of sleep. Brock dreams of a cold, rainy night. He hears the sound of a approaching train. He awakens to the sound of Duplica snoring. The fire below the tub had died, and the water was getting cold.
Brock climbs out of the tub and gropes in the dark for his towel and clothes. Duplica starts to stir and mumble in her half sleep. "The fire's gone out," Brock says, "Time to go to bed."
"Too bad," replies Duplica as she crawls out of the tub. "Something I always wanted to do was find a way to heat the tub without getting out and putting more wood on the fire." As she gropes in the darkness for her clothes, she adds, "Putting some lights in here would be nice too."
Moments later the two stagger back to the main house. "I know it's not much of an offer," says Duplica, "but sleep wherever you like." Duplica goes to her room, which turns out to be the only bedroom. Brock decides to sleep in the main room in his sleeping bag.
In the morning Brock awakesand prepares breakfast. Duplica arrives when breakfast is half prepared. "Brock, you are a wonderful guest. Oh, this smells wonderful." She sits at a small table in the kitchen and watches him work. "If you don't mind, would you give me a sample of your cooking show?"
Brock chuckles, before he gives Duplica a short performance of his cooking skills and knowledge of human and Pokemon nutrition. When breakfast is put on the table, Duplica changes into her Nurse Joy costume and says, "Cooking with Brock, was brought to you by the Pokemon League, which recommends a healthy, well balanced diet for peak Pokemon performance." She changes into a rhinestone studded evening gown and holds up a small box. "And the Devon Corporation, makers of the new Pokematic 2000, Pokeblock maker."
When Duplica changes back into her jeans and T-shirt, Brock claps. Duplica lets her Dittos out of their Pokeballs and they all sit down for breakfast. After everyone starts to eat, Duplica asks, "What do we do today?"
"Today, we move the other shed then level the battlefield," replies Brock. When the sound of thunder is heard, he adds, "Or maybe not." The two walk over to a window and see the sky is black with clouds. "Today is a good day for paperwork."
Duplica groans then asks, "Is there a lot of paperwork in being a gym leader?"
Brock returns to his breakfast and says, "Less than running a restaurant. There are safety and liability issues for both. Have you come up with a design for your badge?"
"I haven't given it too much thought. Maybe a mirror with a Ditto outline."
After they finished breakfast and cleaned the dishes, Duplica sits down with the papers Brock provided. She reads forms, asks for Brock opinions and signs form after form. Three hours later she groans, "I need a break." She gets up and stretches. Brock notices that she is as well developed as the average Officer Jenny. He rubs his eyes that are tired from staring at fine print.
After Duplica wanders off toward the kitchen, there is a knock at the door. Brock walks to the front door, opens it and is greeted by a delivery man. "Good morning Miss Duplica," says the man, "Oh that's a good costume. I have a few packages for you."
Brock replies, "I'm not Duplica."
The delivery man laughs as he turns around, "Of course you're not. Well, see you later."
Brock watches the man climb into his delivery truck and drive away. Brock scratches his head then looks at the boxes on the porch. He drags them in the door as Duplica returns. "Thank you, Brock. Just leave them by the door. Would you care for a drink?"
Brock walks back to the table and asks, "Drink?"
Duplica fills two small cups from a bottle and says, "Sake." Brock was about to protest when Duplica quotes, "'Whereas the Pokemon gym is usually the primary residence of the gym leader, the League can not prohibit the personal use and or storage of alcohol. Alcohol shall not be given to Pokemon trainers, minors or Pokemon involved in gym battles.'" After she sips her drink she adds, "Always secure a license to serve alcohol before you buy a several cases of the stuff. I can't serve it for money, but I can serve it to friends and give it away as gifts. Maybe you can use it in your cooking?"
Brock takes his cup and sips. "Pretty good. Nice fruity flavor. Shall I go make a few snacks to go with this?"
Duplica stands up and changes into a costume of a very large chested movie star. "Honestly, Brock married me for huge kitchen. Never have I seen a man so turned on by the size of my kettles."
They both laugh. Tears start to come out Brock's eyes as Duplica changes back. After Brock staggers to the kitchen, he calls back, "Don't forget your paperwork." Duplica just groans back.
As Duplica works through more of the forms, Brock brings out small dishes of food for the two of them to eat. At the end of the working lunch Duplica declares, "That's all I can do for today." She looks out the window and sees more clouds on the horizon. She shakes the empty bottle and asks, "Do you want some more?"
"Okay," replies Brock. The two walk to the kitchen and down some stairs into a cellar. There he sees hundreds of bottles of wine, beer, sake and hard liquor. "That's a lot of gifts."
"So chef, what goes well with radishes and a rainy afternoon?" she asks.
Brock looks over the bottles and selects one. "This has the aroma of a warm spring shower. Clean, flowery and with a hint of the fruits of summer." They return to the main room and fill their cups. After a sip, Brock asks, "Did you take out a loan for the alcohol and the kitchen remodel?"
Duplica nods. "I couldn't make costumes fast enough to pay back the loan. Luckily Doctor Orchid pays well for trained Ditto."
"You should consider designing official Pokemon League merchandise," suggests Brock. "Young trainers buy one or two costumes of their favorite Pokemon. You get access to Pokemon League advertising and marketing channels. The league will take a cut, but you design and let them take care of manufacturing and distribution."
Duplica ponders this. She says, "I'll drink to that. If only the paperwork was as easy as making costumes."
When Brock refills his cup, Duplica stands and instantly changes into a business jacket and skirt. With a microphone in her hand she says, "Rock chef Brock started this cooking race well, but he seems to have taken another pit stop. Brock any comments?" She changes her disguise to slightly shorter than normal Brock, wearing a chef's clothes. With a sake cup in one hand and the microphone in the other she says with slurred speech, "The key to any-nee gooood fool is quality in, in,..., stuff." When she spins around to her television costume, she stumbles back into her chair, "Thank you Brock. Now, a word from our sponsors." She holds up the bottle and says, "Psyduck Sake: No headache can compare to the hangover from Psyduck Sake." She puts down the bottle and changes into a Psyduck costume. "Psy-duck, hic."
Brock rolls to the floor with laughter as Duplica changes back into a T-shirt and the skirt. Duplica toasts herself, drinks and pours another. Brock crawls back into his chair and asks, "Why haven't you performed your act in the clubs? You could make money locally doing improv."
"I turned 18 only a few months ago. Nightclubs aren't in the habit of hiring minors." After another drink she adds, "Then I'd have to take all my costumes with me. How would I use Ditto in the act?" She looks across the room to the packages at the front door. "I wonder what came today."
She walks to the door with a bit of a stagger and looks at the labels. When she can't remember who the shippers were, she opens the boxes and looks inside. "Wow!" she exclaims as she looks through the largest box. She drags it back to Brock.
"What is it?"
"Trophies."
"Trophies? What did you win?"
"Oh I didn't win them. I had them made for a contest I judge." Duplica pulls a trophy out of the box and puts it on the table. "The artist really captured the moment with this one."
Brock tried to focus on the gold colored figures on top of the trophy. One figure was a female cross between a human and a Pokemon. The body was human, but the head and tail was of a Pokemon. The female was on her hands and knees. The other figure was a male cross between a human and a Pokemon. It also had the body of a human and the head and tail of a Pokemon. The male had his manhood inserted in the female and two fingers in her anus.
Duplica giggles, "That really was the climax of the contest."
Brock is getting hot from the liquor and embarrassment. Still he asks, "What kind of contest?"
"The 'Come as a Pokemon Contest': It's a combination of costume party and amateur sex show; a lot of fun." She points to the trophy as she adds, "These two were dressed as a Minun and Plusle. The finger in the ass is supposed to be Helping Hand. Those two were brilliant. Too bad we didn't film it. But I guess Misty would burn the place to the ground if that happened."
"This is Misty?" exclaimed Brock, "and Ash?"
"They were fucking incredible. Haha. They were incredible fucking. They were better than a woman with her Heracross; a real Heracross."
Brock puts down the trophy, empties his cup and pours another. He chuckles as he toasts, "Here's to the champion. Do they get a trophy like this one?"
"Nope." Duplica rummages through the box and produces another trophy. "They got one like this."
This trophy was again of a pair of human/Pokemon crosses, but instead their pose was standing, arms around each other and kissing. Their bodies were pressed so close that the genitalia didn't show. The tails were larger and covered them from behind. In all, it had the look of a classic sculpture.
"I don't think Mrs. Ketchem will display either of them on her mantle," Brock says then laughs at the image.
"I had their trophy shipped to the Cerulean Gym. Maybe they'll put it on display?"
"Give Ash a contest and he tries to win it."
Duplica gets up and staggers over to her racks of costumes. She calls out, "I just can't put into words how good they were. Most couples just dressed up and did it. The better ones called out like Pokemon when they did it." Duplica staggers back to Brock. She is wearing a yellow mask, with long ears, that covers the top of her head and her eyes. The right ear is red, the other is blue. On her right cheek she has a red circle with a yellow plus sign. The other cheek has a blue circle with a minus sign. Her right hand is in a red glove, the other one is blue.
After Brock notices that the right half is a Plusle and the left side is Minun, he sees that she isn't wearing anything else. "I think you forgot some of the costume," he comments.
Duplica looks down, then comments, "The rest was just yellow body paint, and I don't want to bother. First they both did a Helping Hand." Duplica turns her Plusle side to Brock and did the motions of Helping Hand. She turns her other side to Brock and did Helping Hand again. "Then they showed how good they were with their hands." She mimics Misty holding Ash's manhood in her hands and stroking him. Then she turns and mimics Ash with his fingers in Misty's pussy and one hand on her breasts.
"Once Plusle got hard, Minun dropped to the ground and Plusle entered her from behind. Just like the trophy." Duplica turns her Plusle side to Brock and says, "But instead of the usual backdoor kind of humping, he says, 'Plusle,' then humps her as fast as he can." Duplica tries to pump her hips, but is too tipsy.
"Quick attack?" asks Brock.
"You got it." Duplica drops to her hands and knees, while facing her Minun side to Brock. "Minun! Minun! Minun!" she cries. "This would have looked better if she had sparks coming off the cheeks."
"Charge?" guesses Brock.
"Right again. So then Plusle does another Helping Hand, rams two fingers in her ass and we get the climax." Duplica stands up and turns her Plusle side to Brock again. "They could have won with that performance alone, but…" she giggles. She holds her hand with two fingers extended, just like the figure in the trophy. She claps her free hand against her other palm and says, "Plusle."
Brock's mind is swimming with images of Ash and Misty having sex and a naked Duplica in front of him. "I don't get it."
"After every great show you need an Encore. Minun had three or four more orgasms before she collapsed. I don't know how many were faked or fucked," giggles Duplica. She walks back to the table, and has another drink. She stands close enough for Brock to smell her. "They really inspired people. I got over a dozen orders for Plusle and Minun costumes for next year. Those two were something else. They were even better than the winners from the year before." Inspired, Duplica puts the remaining contents of the box on the floor. She unwraps another small statue and says, "This was last year's winners."
The new trophy showed a female Lickitung and Marowak pair. The Lickitung's tongue was wrapped around Marowak, with the end of the tongue inserted into Marowak's vagina. Marowak had her club deep in Lickitung's hole.
She takes off her mask and gloves, then lays down on the floor. She puts her hands behind her head as she closes her eyes. Brock stares at her completely naked form. Her legs are slightly spread apart and give him a clear view of her hairless pussy. After a few moments, Brock staggers over to his things, and brings back a blanket. He puts the blanket over Duplica, then takes of his vest and puts it under her head. Finally he staggers back to his sleeping bag, collapses and falls asleep.
When Brock starts to snore, Duplica sighs. She tries to get comfortable, but gives up. She quietly returns to her room to sleeps in her own bed. She wakes before dawn to the smell of Brock's cooking, dresses in her usual jeans and T-shirt, then goes to confront him.
"Good morning," Brock says.
"Morning," replies Duplica. "Brock, about last night..."
Brock cuts her off, "Boy, I can't remember a thing. I woke up hungry and with a big headache. I think I remember Psyduck Sake, and then it all went black."
"Brock, I'm sorry," she tries again.
"That's okay, I've been drunk before. No big deal."
Tears start to form in Duplica's eyes. Brock reels back. "Brock, I'm sorry for pretending to be drunk and for trying to trick you into having sex," says Duplica before she casts her eyes down in shame.
"Pretending?" Brock asks.
Duplica sniffs, then says, "I'm on the edge of bankruptcy, I train Dittos for sex and I have a cellar full of alcohol that I can't sell. I have gotten real good at drinking in the last year."
"I'm sorry," is all that Brock could say. He pours a cup of tea and offers it to her.
"Thank you," she says then sits down at the little table. "You came here to help me out of friendship and I...," her sobs cut her off.
Brock puts some breakfast before her and sits down. "You're my friend Duplica. I couldn't take advantage of you when you're drunk."
"I wasn't drunk, or faking, it in the bath."
Brock tries to sound cheerful, "Well, when you have as many brothers and sisters as I do, everyone takes a bath together."
Duplica voices her frustration, "Brock, not all girls younger than you are your little sisters. You are a sexy man and I want to have sex with you. You're a wonderful person." She adds with a little laugh, "You're even handsome now that you shaved."
Brock puts his hand on Duplica's and says, "I'm not as good of a person as you think. All those times that Misty said I should have my head examined, she was right. I went to a psychiatrist who said my obsession with older women had to do with my parents breaking up and mom running off when I was young."
"Brock, your mother came back. Things got better, and you didn't have to be the grown up. Be happy and be honest with yourself." Duplica wipes away her tears, looks at Brock and smiles. Brock smiles back. She asks, "What do we do today?"
"Fix up your gym and get your finances in order," replies Brock. When Duplica starts to make a face, Brock adds, "Wouldn't it be better to make love to celebrate a success than to escape the depression of failure?"
"Are you going to make me fill out all that paperwork, build a gym and refinance my loans before I get some action?"
"Maybe."
"You are such a horrible tease."
"Maybe."
Duplica leans closer and says, "I wonder if sex with you is worth it."
"Maybe," Brock says again. "I couldn't say. Haven't had a chance to try. I'm saving myself for someone special."
"Maybe I should just get you drunk, and have my way with you. You say you don't remember a thing," teases Duplica.
Brock leans closer and says, "Maybe. Maybe I can see through your act."
Duplica brings her lips within an inch of Brock's. He can feel her breath as she says, "Maybe I need an appetizer." She bridges the gap and kisses Brock. Brock doesn't back away. Duplica kisses him again, and Brock kisses back. Duplica kisses him again and slides her tongue into Brock's mouth. Brock follows her lead, plays with her tongue then follows it back to her mouth.
When they break the kiss, Brock asks, "Do you still want the main course?"
Duplica gives him a wicked smile and says, "Maybe. Later."
"The sun is about to come up. Let's get the Pokemon fed, and hope the ground dried outside."
The pair feed the Pokemon, finish their breakfast and clean up. They go out and survey what is to be the battlefield. The rain had stopped and there were no puddles of water. After moving the storage shed, they begin leveling the battlefield. Duplica follows Brock's example, soon she mimics him move for move. When Brock notices Duplica's actions she says, "This should make it easier." With a sweep of her arm she was redressed as Brock.
"Where do you keep those costumes?" Brock asks in amazement.
"Once I was part of a magic show. First I was disguised as the magician. Then after a puff a smoke I was the lovely assistant in a swim suit. I had to keep the tuxedo hidden in my ass."
Brock says in disbelief, "No way."
Duplica winks back and says, "You're free to check how much room I have."
The pair continues to work the field as the sun climbs higher in the sky. Yesterday's rain makes the air humid. Brock and Duplica both remove their vests. After another hour of work Brock stops. He grabs his shirt and prepares to take it off. He looks at Duplica and asks, "How good is your disguise now."
She grabs her own shirt and says, "There is only one way to find out."
The pair slowly pulls off their damp shirts. When Brock sees Duplica wearing a lacy pink bra, he chuckles. Duplica then says, "What's so funny. Mine matches yours, right down to the color."
Brock looks to his own chest. He too is wearing a lacy pink bra. He grabs at the garment and finds it warm and soft. The closest thing he could imagine to real breasts. He screams, "What did you do to me?"
Duplica doubles over with laughter.
"Come on Duplica, change me back," pleads Brock.
Duplica has tears running down her face. She barely has the breath to say, "Dit... return." Brock's bra glows then transforms back into a Ditto. The little pink blob smiles at Brock, then gets off his chest and returns to its Pokeball.
Brock can't help but laugh at Duplica's laughing. Brock walks to the house and says, "Shall we see how well you can cook?"
Duplica replies, "I'm getting better. I haven't burned the ramen in days."
Brock stops and stares at her. "How do you burn noodles?"
"I left them in the frying pan too long. A little crunchy, but not bad."
"Forget it. I'll cook."
Before Brock reaches the door Duplica calls out, "Brock the super cook and housekeeper is going to walk in the house caked in mud?"
Brock freezes in his tracks. He calls out to the world, "Now what do I do?"
Duplica walks along side and releases Ditto into the house. "Ditto go get Brock's sandals and some towels." When the Ditto transformed into Duplica, she adds, "And don't shed." Moments later, Ditto returns with the requested items. Every patch of simulated dirt and mud was still in place on the Duplica copy. After Duplica recalls her Pokemon, the humans start the fire in the bath house.
When Duplica kept giggling, Brock asks, "Is that how you do your quick change? Using Dittos?"
Duplica calmed her giggles and replied, "Not really. Ditto has to see what it needs to copy. We couldn't copy Officer Jenny if she wasn't around."
Brock raises an eyebrow and suggests, "But Ditto could copy the costume."
Duplica nods, "Yes we have done that before. But Ditto's number of transformations is limited. For a long show, I change my own costumes." Brock offers Duplica the first bath, but she replies, "If you don't take the first bath, I'll set fire to a couple packages of ramen. Does it taste better if you take it out of the container before or after you fry it?"
"That is the most bizarre form of blackmail I have ever heard of," says Brock as he shakes his head. He goes into the bathhouse as Duplica tends the fire. Amid the sloshing sounds of his washing, he calls out, "Speaking of bizarre, did you make up that story about Ash, Misty and the statue?"
"Oh the story that you don't remember because you blacked out?" Duplica replies. "It was real. I reenacted the best that I could, by myself. If you want a better image, I got enough yellow body paint of the two of us."
After another loud splash of water, Brock says, "Sounds like fun." When Brock steps out the bathhouse, with his towel wrapped around him, he adds, "Maybe."
"You're not going in the tub?" she asks.
"I need to start lunch. Go ahead and get in, that way I know those poor packages of dried noodles are safe from your evil plans."
Duplica giggles at him as she goes into the bathhouse. Brock goes to the main house, puts on a second set of clothes, then goes to work in the kitchen. When lunch is almost ready, he takes a basket out the bathhouse. When he hears Duplica snoring, he enters and removes the dirty clothes. "Duplica, wake up. Lunch is ready." When Duplica blinks her eyes and looks at him, he asks, "Do you want to eat lunch in the house or out here?"
"I'll eat inside."
Brock leaves his sandals for Duplica and takes the dirty clothes into the house. After putting the clothes in the washing machine, Brock sets a table in the main hall and puts out food for everyone. He hears Duplica enter the house, she walks into the main hall wearing only a towel. She walks behind her racks of clothes and is instantly dressed in a clean T-shirt and jeans. She and her Pokemon join Brock for lunch. When Brock notices Duplica is too tired for conversation, he mentions, "You may want to train your Ditto to mimic earthmoving equipment. If a trainer attacks with Dig or Fissure, you could spend days restoring the battlefield." She just stares at him. When he nods, Duplica groans. "The Pokemon league is basically leasing your gym. They pay you to improve and maintain the facilities for Pokemon trainers. If you can attract students, then you get people that pay to help maintain the gym."
After lunch, Duplica puts on an apron identical to Brock's, then takes the dishes into the kitchen. Brock follows her to the kitchen and sits down as she cleans up. "How long have you had that apron?" he asks.
"I made it after we got out of the tub. I couldn't sleep," she replies.
"Amazing."
Duplica faces him and says, "My sewing skills are amazing, but my quick change skills are tricks?" Brock stammers for a response as Duplica takes a bowl and puts it away. She opens the refrigerator door and steps out of Brock's sight. She closes the door and has two cans of juice in her hands. "Want some?" she asks. Brock nods, then his jaw drops open. She walks up to him with the can, and Brock can't see her T-shirt sleeves or the legs of her pants. She puts his can on the little table, then goes back to the dishes. When she turns around, she shows Brock that she is wearing the apron and nothing else.
Brock lets out a long exhale then says, "You win. Your sewing skills are amazing. Your quick change skills are amazing."
She looks over her shoulder to him and prompts, "And..."
"And your body is amazing," he says before he opens his can.
When Brock opens his can, some of the contents shoot out. Duplica takes this as a sign and smiles. Duplica finishes the dishes and puts them away, but she never gives Brock another view of her behind. Before Brock could stand, Duplica motions for him to stay seated and announces, "Now, for my final demonstration, I present The Magic Mirror."
She backs away from Brock, and then steps to the side and out of sight. She returns to his view, pulling a full length mirror. She runs her hands across the frame of the mirror, tilts the mirror, and rotates it to show Brock his own reflection. She turns the mirror sideways to Brock and stands before it. The speaks a quite incantation, then makes a gesture before the mirror. Finally, she reaches out to touch the mirror with a finger. She pulls her finger back and her reflection follows the finger out of the mirror. Duplica steps back from the mirror, and her image steps out of the mirror. They turn, face Brock, and give a bow as he claps.
The Duplica pair walks slowly up to Brock as he slows his clapping. They stop at arm's length from Brock, wink, then reach behind themselves and untie their aprons. They pull the aprons off, and put them over Brock's head.
Brock takes an apron in each hand and pulls them off his head. With his vision clear, he sees two naked Duplicas before him. Each Duplica gently sits on a knee. Their weight, temperature and smell were identical. Both aprons have the same feel. He can't tell which one was the real Duplica, and doesn't know what to do next.
Brock's heart stopped when a voice behind him says, "Stop fooling around Brock." Brock looks behind him to see Duplica dressed in her typical clothes. He lets out a little laugh as he turns back to see a Ditto on each knee. In one hand he had also had a Ditto, the other had an apron.
"Duplica," he says with a chuckle, "your Dittos are amazing too. Great performance guys." Duplica applauds them as well then recalls them to their Pokeballs.
The human pair take towels and soap to the bathhouse before they return to their work on the field. As the sunlight starts to fade, Brock declares, "All this field needs is some chalk lines and it's done."
"Hurrah," replies Duplica.
As they put away the tools, Brock says, "You need a bath."
Duplica has dirt on her clothes and her face. She sees Brock's clothes stained with sweat and mud and says, "You first."
Brock smiles and says, "I think our need for a bath is equal."
Duplica smiles and asks, "Together?"
Brock offers a dirt encrusted arm to Duplica, and she takes it. They walk to the bathhouse, and Brock adds more wood to the fire. Duplica asks, "Did you slip away and build a fire ahead of time?"
"Maybe."
Duplica opens the bathhouse door, and pulls out a candle. She lights the candle with the fire, and enters the bathhouse. Brock follows her and finds the building lit by the soft glow of candles.
Brock smiles and says, "You slipped away and brought candles."
Duplica takes the bottom of Brock's shirt and says, "Maybe." She pulls the shirt off of him and tosses it into the basket. She motions for him to return the gesture. Brock then pulls Duplica's shirt off and tosses it after his. Under the shirt she has her pink lacy bra. She flutters her eyes at Brock, who then tries to unfasten the bra. She guides his hands to the fastener in front. She slips out of the bra, then bends over to remove her shoes and socks. Brock mimics her moves.
Duplica smiles when she sees Brock copying her moves. They unfasten each others pants, pull them down, then step out of them. Brock's bulging boxers are red with white hearts and match Duplica's panties. Both are soaked with sweat, and they grow wetter from a new source. Both of them put their fingers under each other's waistband, and slowly peel the underwear down. Brock is erect, and they are both dripping wet. They pull off their own underwear, then toss everything in the basket and place it outside.
They rinse each other with some warm water from the bath, and lather each other with soap. They explore every inch of each other's body. Duplica guides Brock to her sensitive nipples, then to the source of her wetness. After Brock understands how to work her buttons, he guides her hands to the sensitive places of his manhood.
Brock puts two fingers into Duplica and rubs her clit with his other hand. Duplica fondles Brock's balls with one hand and grips his shaft with the other. The pair stand, covered in a film of soap, and stroke each other. Their motions are matched for speed and intensity, they both start to breathe hard. Duplica's pussy grips Brock's fingers, then her body spasms with pleasure. Brock shoots a load of cream on her chest. They hold each other as their bodies sag.
They catch their breath, then rinse off the soap. Brock climbs into the tub, then helps in Duplica. They sit in the tub, Duplica on Brock's lap, holding each other. Duplica leans her head back onto Brock's shoulder and asks, "Does that count as the salad?"
Brock kisses her on the cheek then says, "You can have anything on the menu."
"I want a romantic soak in the tub, a candlelit diner, and a glass of wine. For dessert, I want you in my bed."
"How much more romantic do you want it?"
Duplica turns sideways on Brock's lap. She wraps her arms around his neck and says, "Let's make sure that the fire down below stays hot for dessert." She brings her lips to his and kisses. Soon their tongues are darting in and out of each other. Duplica can feel Brock's manhood getting hard and pressing against her thigh. Brock pinches her nipple as they continue to kiss, causing Duplica to moan into his mouth. Brock reaches between her legs, so she clenches his lower lip in her teeth and breathes heavily.
Duplica grips Brock's hardened shaft and asks, "Do you think if we have dessert early it will spoil our appetite?"
Brock feels a great need for release and shakes his head.
Duplica squeezes him harder and says, "You gave up on older women. Do you want to do a younger woman?"
Brock is on the verge of exploding and nods his head.
"Say it."
Brock's voice is a little hoarse as he says, "Duplica, I want to do you. I want to make love to you all night long. I want you so bad I could explode."
Duplica keeps her grip on his manhood and stands up. Brock follows her up and out of the tub. She leans against the warm tub and shows Brock her free hand. She smiles and says, "Nothing up my sleeve." With a flick of her wrist, she produces a small square package. With a wave of her hand, the condom is out of the package and on Brock's shaft.
She lifts her right leg and inserts his manhood into her moist hole. When Brock is all the way in, his body slumps. Duplica tightens herself around his shaft and says, "You're not getting out of here that easily. You can't use the kitchen, until you make me come." She motions for him to pull out then plunge back in. Brock follows her instructions, and soon is noisily pumping her. Duplica moves Brock's hand to her nipple, while she pinches the other.
Before Duplica could melt from pleasure, her leg becomes sore. She motions for Brock to stop. She keeps him inside herself as she brings her leg higher and turns around. She grabs the tub for support and tells Brock, "Make me come." Brock grabs her by the hips and pumps her as deep as he can. "Yes! Oh, deeper!" Brock rams himself in as hard as he can. "Almost!" As Duplica's body starts to shudder, Brock pokes his finger into her anus, then plunges his shaft as deep as he can. Duplica squeals with joy as she reaches her climax. She can feel Brock filling his condom with his own ecstasy. Brock pulls out his finger, then bends over and holds Duplica close. He focuses all his strength into keeping himself hard and inside her.
After a while Brock pulls out of Duplica and she says, "Dinner time." They clean themselves from their love making, then walk back to the house, wearing only their towels and sandals. Back in the kitchen, Duplica is sitting on her towel, while Brock works in just his apron. She watches him work for twenty minutes until she realizes that he is making ramen.
"You mean you don't fry it?" she teases.
Brock just shakes his and smiles. He also prepares a meal for the Ditto, and sets it on the floor. When the Ditto eat, Brock goes to the other room and fetches some things from his bag. He returns to the kitchen and his cooking. After a while he says, "Thank you for giving me a reason to make this again."
"You're welcome Brock. I know you like to cook but you didn't have to go through all this just to cook ramen. I know that you don't fry it."
"This is more than a demonstration of cooking noodles." Brock tastes the broth, then adds some ingredients that he took from his bag. "This is the reason I didn't get the television show."
"I thought you didn't get the show because you made a fool of yourself for the producer."
Brock works the broth some more and says, "Oh I fell for the producer. But because I wouldn't make this on television, or divulge the secret ingredients, I lost the show."
Duplica walks over and asks, "What is it?"
"Alchemy," replies Brock as he prepares two bowls of noodles with the broth. As Brock takes the bowls to the main room, he says to the watching Ditto, "Sorry, it's not safe for Pokemon." Duplica recalls her Pokemon to their balls then joins Brock for dinner.
Brock helps her with her chair, before sitting down himself. Using chopsticks, Duplica samples some noodles. "This is really good," she says before another mouthful. "So why did you call it alchemy?"
Brock inhales the aroma then eats some of the noodles. "This is a secret potion held by my family for generations. This is the Potion of the Radish."
Duplica, who can't help but stuff her face, blinks. "Is that a special recipe for old radishes?" she asks.
Brock gives her a sly grin and says, "No. The origin of this potion is linked to the modern X-Attack potions. This potion uses similar ingredients, but is meant for humans." Duplica gives him a puzzled look, as she finishes off the noodles. Brock finishes his noodles, then drinks some of the broth from the bowl. Duplica notices that Brock seems flushed. Duplica then notices that she was getting warm. Brock drinks down the rest of the broth and says, "The Potion of the Radish, gives a man the special power of the radish." When Duplica finishes her broth, Brock asks, "Are you ready for the main course?"
Duplica feels like she has a fever and says, "Yes."
"Behold the power of the radish!" declares Brock as he stands and pulls off his apron. Brock is fully erect, in fact more than full.
"You're bigger than before?" asks Duplica.
Brock gloats, "Bigger and harder. This is the power of the daikon radish." He walks over to Duplica and pulls out her chair. She sits before his pocket monster and touches it. It was hard, hot, almost a foot long and three inches thick. He offers his hand to her and says, "I think we have an appointment with your bed."
Duplica takes Brock's hand and hurries to her bedroom. She almost leaps with him into her bed. She produces a condom package, then tosses it aside. She runs out of the room then returns with another package. "I didn't think I would get a chance to enjoy this." She pulls out a large condom, then sheathes Brock's monster.
Brock inserts two fingers into Duplica's hole. As she gets wet, Brock spreads his fingers wide and deep. "Is it going to fit?" she asks.
Brock positions himself between her legs and says, "It wouldn't be a very good potion if it didn't." He wedges the tip between her lips. Slowly he pushes himself into her.
"OH! Oh wow!" Duplica exclaims. Brock grins as he goes deeper. Duplica's body quivers. When Brock's pubic hair rubs against her clit, Duplica starts to buck. "Oh, Brock! Yes!"
When Duplica's orgasm passes, Brock asks, "Ready for more?" When Duplica nods her head, Brock pulls himself back then pushes into her.
"Oh, it's so big! This is amazing!" she squeals. "Faster. Fuck me faster!"
Brock quickens his thrusts, then Duplica's hips spasm in pleasure. Brock continues his thrusts until four minutes later when Duplica comes again.
Duplica turns herself over and onto her hands and knees. She begs, "More please. Oh Brock, I need more." Brock grabs her hips and pushes her forward, while pulling himself almost out of her. He quickly pulls himself into her, until his hips slap her behind. Duplica moans, "Yes," as Brock quickens his pace. When he feels her start to go, he holds himself deep inside her. When her bucking stops, Brock starts his thrusts again. Now Duplica barely has the strength to moan. After she climaxes again, she collapses forward on to the bed. Brock takes his monster out of her, then she rolls on to her back.
"Can't do it anymore?" he asks.
She shakes her head and smiles. "Amazing, you're still hard. Didn't you come once?"
"I don't think this condom would hold it." Brock strokes his monster and says, "Besides, it would be a shame to waste this on a piece of plastic."
Duplica gathers her strength and says, "Well, I asked for a glass of wine. I guess white wine from the bottle is good enough."
Brock pulls of the condom then strokes himself a little faster. "Shall I go get you glass?" he teases. When Duplica takes his tip in her mouth, Brock warns, "Be careful. It's more like a bottle of champagne."
Duplica mumbles then helps Brock with his stroking. Brock quickens his pace until he explodes into her mouth. She was braced for the blast of hot semen, but not for the volume. Duplica swallows as much as she can, but Brock's cum overflows from her mouth. Brock's strength drains out and down Duplica's throat. Finally he collapses next her. Both of them are damp with sweat and their love juices oozing.
"We need to wash your sheets tomorrow," Brock half joked.
Duplica pulls a blanket over the two of them then hugs him. "When can we do that again?" she asks.
"In a week or two: I need more supplies, and we need to recover."
"Thank you for sharing your secret potion with me."
"My pleasure."
"Mine too." After a moment Duplica asks, "No wonder your family are good breeders. Speaking of which, I thought you were going to be a Pokemon breeder?"
"I was. I thought that I could learn a lot from Doctor Orchid, but I was turned away."
"Good thing she did. You don't have to share me with anyone else."
Brock pulls on another blanket and asks, "What do you mean?"
Duplica giggles, "When the doctor isn't busy with her research, she is either doing it at the swinger party, trying out potential interns or handcuffed."
"Handcuffed?"
"I haven't seen Jenny use handcuffs on the doctor. But I wouldn't be surprised."
"Jenny? Which one?"
"The security officer on the doctor's island."
"Oh."
"Since you shared your secret potion with me, I'll share a secret with you. Promise not to tell?"
"Yes," replies Brock.
"Remember the statue of the Marowak and the Lickitung? Well..."
Brock cries in disbelief, "That was Doctor Orchid and Jenny?"
"Yes. Now you see: You would not be on a tropical island with three sexy women. You would be on an island, shoveling manure, and really frustrated."
Brock calms down and asks, "Should I be grateful to the doctor for turning me down?"
Duplica chuckles, "I am. I'm also grateful to Misty and Ash. It was her idea to send you here. Could you make them a batch of your potion as a thank you?"
"Does he really need it?" chuckles Brock.
"What?"
"I have traveled with Ash and Misty for almost eight years. I have seen them grow into teenagers then adults. Not that I looked on purpose, mind you, but I know that Ash is already pretty big in the radish department."
"True," replies Duplica as she rubs her hand down Brock body. "But maybe they could use it next year in the contest. Better yet, we could use it in the contest." Brock ponders the idea of having public sex in costume, until Duplica asks, "Brock, what's next for us?"
"You mean the gym and paperwork?"
"No. I mean after the gym and paperwork are finished. Will you stay with me? Will you go home? What will you do? Is my kitchen enough to keep you here."
Brock sighs, "The Pewter City gym doesn't need me. My brothers and sisters don't need me. I could make a breeding center here, if you have enough land."
"I've got land. I've got Ditto."
Brock gives Duplica a squeeze then says, "You've got me."
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