Ash now understood the rumors. For years he had heard stories explaining Brock's decision to become a rock Pokemon trainer, but he had never quite believed him. Believing it to be a simple matter of training a Pokemon type related to his name, Ash had dismissed the legends of Brock's gigantic member.
The legends were true.
From his hiding spot in the bushes, Ash had seen Brock slowly undress to take a bath in the spring. Brock slowly removed his clothes, revealing tight muscle upon muscle. When he removed his pants, Ash had been flabbergasted. Brock had a penis like an Onyx. Ash had no idea how he had missed it all these years together on the trail. As he stared, he realized his own jimmy was hardening. What happened next would change the fate of the world.
Brock, now completely nude, whipped out a Pokeball. Out flew Mewtwo.
"Meeeewtwo!" It cried.
Mewton established a battle position, ready to fight whatever the cruel world could throw at him. It stood waiting for a few seconds, and then came to the slow, sad conclusion it always did. With no one to battle, Mewtwo slowly turned around towards Brock, saw his gigantic, pulsating cock and sighed.
"Get on your knees, bitch" Came the master's order.
"Mewtwo"
Ash watched, horrified but incredibly turned on at the same time. He quickly reached into his pants to pleasure himself, knocking a Pokeball from his belt.
"Pikachu!" Screamed the newly freed Pokemon.
"Fucking shit shit shit shit!" Ash thought.
The appearance of Pikachu gave Ash away. Brock turned and Mewtwo, humiliated and angry gave out a tremendous physic blast. Pikachu answered with an incredible electric bolt, and the two attacks met in midair, creating a temporal rift which sucked in everything living within 30 meters.
Misty came back from the tanning salon ten minutes later to find the camp abandoned and her friends missing.
Ash could hear voices talking, but they were hard to understand and he felt as though he was dreaming.
"We need to take him out now sir, he is too dangerous to us alive"
"I understand your fears Mr. Secretary, but it is too dangerous now. We must wait until we have the fall man in place. The President will be visiting Dallas, Texas in late November, we will str-"
"What the fuck!"
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Call security, we can't allow this meeting to be compromised!"
"Wait, they might not be dangerous!" Came the command of an obviously influential man.
"Where are we?" Muttered Brock, still dazed from the temporal rift.
"You are in America, the year is 1963, and I am Vice President Lyndon Johnson. We might have a job for you."