Under the dim starlight, a lone figure could be seen standing on a worn, ragged field. He braced his arms in anticipation as the earth faintly vibrated beneath him. In an instant, a long creature erupted inches away from where he was standing and into the night sky, where a silhouette of its coarse, slender body partially eclipsed the moon above. It came crashing to the ground, much to the enthusiasm of the nearby man.

"Awesome job! Just two inches away from the target, Onix! Discretion is the key with your dig attacks, so we'll work on that more tomorrow," Brock asserted. "Now, rest up for the night, buddy. You deserve it." Onix grunted in satisfaction as Brock returned his oldest companion to his Pokeball.

Exhausted and teeming with sweat, Brock wanted nothing more in the world right now than a warm bath in the nearby spa. He trudged back to his room, resting his Pokeballs and clothes on the nightstand and grabbed a towel to wrap around him. He peered into the other rooms of the house where his visiting friends, Ash and Misty, were staying. They had each come to visit for the week to catch up for old time's sake, and Brock couldn't be happier to be hanging out again with his old friends. Ash, now an experienced trainer, had traveled all over bouncing from city-to-city, gym-to-gym and was slowly becoming a household name amongst the world's best Pokemon trainers. Misty had remained a bit closer to Brock, both physically and emotionally, as she was over in Cerulean continuing her reign as the Cerulean gym leader, visiting Brock on special occasions. Brock noticed that she'd grown up in the past few years, no longer the girl that he had so many adventures with in Kanto. In fact, she was kind of…

Brock shook his head and snapped out of it. He focused again on the doors in the hallway and saw that all the lights were off. "Everyone must be asleep," he thought to himself as he made his way over to the spa room. He removed the towel and plopped in, immediately immersed in the soothing water. He tilted his head back, relaxed every muscle in his body, and started to drift out of consciousness.

He awoke to the sounds of playful giggling and the sensation of warm water being splashed in his face. He blinked a few times and peeked around, his vision clouded by his dilated pupils and the vapors in the room. Rubbing his eyes, he began to decipher that the figure beside him was…

"MISTY?!" Brock cried out, as he shoved both hands down to cover his crotch.

She stood there, hand over her mouth submerged in the water from the neck down. Her tangerine orange hair was damp and draped over her neck. Her eyes never left him, even as she was giggling.

"You know, it's a bad idea to fall asleep in a bath by yourself," she jested. "You could easily drown."

"Misty… What?... I…" Brock stammered, still unaware of what was going on.

"Oh, you act like I've never seen any of it before. We were on the road together for like a year, Brock. I'm sure AT SOME POINT we had to bathe in the same vicinity as each other. Geez. You of all people. I needed to wash up, and you were hogging it as usual, so I figured I'd get my time in."

"Sorry, you just… You shocked me. I'll let you bathe now, I'll just get out and…"

"What? After watching you drool over every pretty girl you've ever come across, now you can't handle being in the bath with one?" Misty joked, shooting Brock a fake seductive glance. She burst into laughter. "C'mon. We're best friends, Brock. I'm sure you can handle like 10 minutes, and I still have so much to catch up with you about! It's only awkward if you make it."

"Erm. O… Okay. Sorry," Brock pretended to ease up a bit.

"Good." Misty got a little closer and sat down next to Brock. Her eyes were fixated on him, and Brock nervously glanced around the room in response. He eventually glanced at her face and noticed her cheeks were flushed and she was still smiling at him, not saying much. He desperately wanted to break the silence.

"I, uh, I thought you and Ash had gone to bed."

"Actually, I came out to ask you what you were up to after dinner. I saw that you were training Onix, so I let you be and went and raided your wine cabinet," she hiccupped. "Good stuff, by the way. You must not have noticed."

"Ah, well I'm sorry. I thought you guys would both want sleep from the travel" Brock stammered. "So, uh, what kind of wine?"

"Does it matter?" Misty replied. "Brock," she said as she began touching his shoulder, "I just want you to know that you are, hic, you are my best friend. We've grown really close in the past year haven't we?"

She came out of the water a bit, where Brock could see the upper half of her breasts emerging from the water. Her eyes deep and ocean blue, and her pale skin was beginning to glow an amber hue. "Misty," he said, "I have begun to feel really close to you lately. It's crazy that we were kind of kids when we went on all those adventures together. And here we are…"

"All grown up," she chimed in. "Brock, I've really missed you," she said as she began to run her fingers through his hair. "I have a confession."

"What is it?" he replied as he sensed her body was now just inches away.

"You know how I joked a minute ago and talked about us having seen each other before? Well, I know I've seen you before Brock. Sometimes, I used to watch you."

Brock was speechless. He suddenly felt his dick beginning to stiffen.

"I'd watch you as you'd undress," she continued. "I'd sneak away, and I'd look at you, head-to-toe. You always had such a beautiful body. And the second I'd see it, I'd start to ache. I'd feel it right between my legs, as I was looking at your beautiful chest and arms and thighs and… and your cock."

Brock was hard as stone right now. "Did you play with yourself?"

"Yeah. I'd slip my fingers into my jean shorts and under my panties, Brock. I'd start teasing my pulsing clit as I watched you lather up. I so badly wanted the courage to come up to you and tell you how I felt, but I just stood there in the shadows, rubbing myself. I craved you, Brock, and you never knew."

Misty slipped her hand in the water and grazed his thigh until she had her hand gently wrapped around his shaft. He put his hand on her hips, and their bodies were now up against each other.

"In fact, I still crave you."

Brock leaned in, and their wet lips met. Brock sucked on Misty's soft bottom lip as she began to grip firmly and thrust his cock in her gentle palms. Brock fondled her breasts and moved down to suck her pink nipples as she started to grind against his muscular thigh. Misty started to moan with pleasure which was only getting Brock more aroused.

"I need you, Misty," he whispered.

"Not until I repay you for every satisfying orgasm you every unknowingly gave me," she panted and proceeded to bite his bottom lip. "I am gonna show you what skills you pick up by working in the Cerulean gym day and night."

She disappeared into the water, and Brock felt her grab his thighs. Suddenly, a wet friction on the head of his dick made him groan out loud. He could see her floating red hair gently gliding in the water as she moved up and down on him slowly taking in more and more with each slide. He clenched the walls of the spa intoxicated by this overwhelming sensation. His could feel his head swelling up when suddenly, he began to spasm as he came as hard as he ever had. Misty emerged from the water.

"You… you never even came up to breathe!"

"I told you I'm skilled. Besides, it's not like you lasted that long," Misty teased as she stuck her tongue out.

Brock walked over and grabbed her immediately. He took her into his arm and started rubbing her labia. Misty was taken aback at how quickly he took control and began writhing as he started rubbing her clit hood. He began tracing the clit with his thumb as he shoved his middle finger deep into her drenching pussy. Misty clawed at his back and began begging Brock to fuck her.

"Please. I wanna come with you inside me."

"In a second," he replied smirking, as he fingered her for another solid minute. Suddenly, he bent her over and told her to place her hands on the edge of the spa. She knew he was at a full erection again as he entered her. He squeezed her hips and ass and thrust into her as he tried to keep herself upright, buckling under the intense pleasure as he thrusted into her g-spot. She started rubbing herself as he did this.

"Oh my god Brock, I think I'm gonna come. I think I'm gonna…"

"Do it, Misty," Brock blurted in bliss. "Come all over my dick."

He slapped her ass and it sent a jolt of pleasure from her clit to her fingers and toes. She cried aloud as she started contracting on Brock's thick cock. The feeling was so intense that seconds later, Brock came himself, filling her with every bit he had left. They collapsed next to each other, and Misty began beaming and laughing as she saw the exhausted Brock panting next to her.

"Ready for Round 2?"