After her examination of him, Brock deliberately tried to avoid being around Professor Ivy. He was too embarrassed by the whole experience to even face her. She had touched him. She knew that he had become aroused by her examination of him. And the whole situation had been humiliating in every way possible.

"Brock."

Brock leapt straight into the air at the sound of his boss's voice.

A shaking Brock turned to face a bikini-clad Professor Ivy. "I'm sorry, Brock. I didn't mean to startle you. I've been looking for you."

"You have?" Brock replied anxiously.

"Yes. I need your help with an experiment involving the school of Goldeen we located earlier."

"Uh, can't Carrie or Terri or Mary help you out, Professor?" Brock asked.

Professor Ivy shook her head. "No. All three of them are on the other side of the island gathering some data for me on the pair of albino Dodrio we discovered yesterday. You're the only one around. Follow me down to the beach and I'll tell you what to do."

Brock reluctantly followed his boss down to the beach, all the while trying to avoid looking at her curvaceous body, which appeared even more so in the skimpy swimsuit she was wearing.

"Okay, Brock. The Goldeen are out there." She pointed to a shimmering mass of white and gold fish Pokémon playing in the water. "What I need for you to do is help me place radio tags on their tail fins so we can track their movements."

"What do I need to do, Professor?" Brock asked, taking the tagging gun from her.

"First, you need to get out of those clothes," Professor Ivy ordered.

"Get out…? B-b-b-ut Professor, I didn't bring my swimsuit with me," Brock stammered, momentarily taken aback by his boss's request. "Why don't I head back to the lab and get it and then…"

"You can swim in your underwear," Professor Ivy said. "You don't have time to go back to the lab. The school of Goldeen will be gone by then. Come on, we don't have much time. Strip down and join me in the water."

Afraid that she was going to watch him disrobe, Brock headed for a nearby bush. Fortunately, Professor Ivy was already swimming out to the Goldeen and wasn't paying attention to him. Brock quickly stepped out of his clothes, grabbed the tagging gun, and followed his boss out to the school of fish.

"Grab one and clip the tag into its fin," Professor Ivy instructed. "I'll restrain it while you tag it."

Brock grabbed the Goldeen's slippery tail, squeezed the tagging gun, and successfully tagged the squirming fish Pokémon.

"There!" Professor Ivy grinned. "Good job, Brock. Come on, let's get to the rest of these."

After tagging the school of about thirty Goldeen, Professor Ivy grabbed onto the back of one and began swimming along with it. Brock watched in amazement as Professor Ivy laughed and began diving along with the fish.

"There's nothing like the thrill of swimming along with a school of Goldeen, Brock," she said happily. "It's like being one with the Pokémon. You should try it. Matter of fact…" Brock's eyes widened as Professor Ivy removed her bikini top. "It's even better without your clothes on."

Brock choked. "Ah…uh…"

Professor Ivy tossed her bikini top aside and proceeded to remove the bottom of her swimsuit. "Don't be such a prude, Brock. Goldeen swim without any clothes on and it doesn't bother them."

"B-b-b-b-ut you're not a Goldeen, Professor," Brock stammered, staring at her bare breasts.

"But swimming without your clothes on is the next best thing to being one," Professor Ivy smiled. "There's nothing like the sensation of water rushing against your bare skin." Professor Ivy moved towards her stunned-looking assistant. "Come on, Brock. Try it. It's an incredible feeling. Nothing like you've ever experienced before."

Before he could stop her, Professor Ivy reached out and pulled the boy against her. Just seeing her naked had already aroused him to the point of discomfort, but now that she was pressing herself against him, he couldn't control himself much longer.

Stop it! Stop it, cried a voice in his head. This is wrong! She's your boss!

But the urges of his body were far more overpowering. For months he had dreamed about being with a woman. Nowadays, it seemed as if that was all he could think about. And now…now it was real. He was actually touching a naked woman.

Actually, she was the one touching him. Touching him in ways that were so incredible, so unreal, so good. Touching him in ways that he had never even dreamed of.

"That's it, Brock," Professor Ivy murmured as she pulled down his underwear. "Don't be afraid."

And before he knew what was happening, he was inside her. And it was the most incredible sensation he had ever felt in his whole life. "I…can't….stop," he gasped as he felt himself losing control.

"Don't fight it, Brock," Professor Ivy said as she pressed herself tightly against him. "Just let it happen."

And afterwards, he didn't know how to feel.

What happened? What in the world have I done?

On one hand, there was that voice in his head saying that what he and Professor Ivy had done was absolutely, utterly, totally wrong.

She's your boss, for God's sake. Why didn't you make her stop? Why didn't you say no?

But on the other hand, the things that she had done to him, the way she had touched him, the way she had made him feel…the truth was that it had felt so good that he hadn't wanted her to stop.

And the guilt he felt about that was overpowering.

Well, try to look on the bright side. At least you're not a virgin anymore. You've been dreaming about having sex for what seems like forever, and now you've finally done it.

But on the other hand…

But I didn't think it would happen this way. I always thought it would be with a girl my own age. My girlfriend or fiancee or something like that.

Professor Ivy had guessed that, too.

"You should be grateful, Brock," she had told him once they had made it back to the beach. "Most boys your age would give anything to learn from a woman. Especially an experienced woman."

But why? Why had she done what she did? As far as he knew, most women, especially women old enough to be his mother, didn't normally go around having sex with boys.

But you're not a boy anymore, Brock. You're a man now.

But he didn't feel like a man. He felt more like a confused kid.

Brock had always believed that you didn't make love with someone unless you cared a lot about them. And he wasn't sure if he loved Professor Ivy. Sure, he enjoyed looking at her, especially with those big breasts and round hips of hers. What guy wouldn't want to look at those? But he never felt the same goofy, giddy way around her the way he did around other girls his age.

And did she love him? Or had she just used him?

Brock rolled over on his bed and buried his head in his pillow.

Oh God, I'm so confused.

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"How's Brock this morning?" asked Professor Oak early the next morning when he showed up at Delia's back door.

Delia smiled at her visitor and led him to the kitchen table. "He's still asleep. He had a rough night last night, the poor thing."

"What's wrong? Is he in pain? You might want to ask the doctor to prescribe some medication for Brock if that's the case."

Delia handed Professor Oak a cup of hot tea and sat down to join him at the table. "It's not that kind of pain, Samuel. When I checked on him last night before I went to bed, I found him thrashing about and whimpering. He was having a nightmare. And it must've been a pretty bad one, too."

"Poor boy. I guess that's not surprising after the rough time he's been through."

"But that's not all. When I tried to wake him up, he said something. Something that really disturbed me."

"What was it?"

"He said, 'Don't touch me. Please don't hurt me, Professor Ivy'."

Professor Oak was incredulous. "'Don't hurt me, Professor Ivy?' Are you certain that's what he said, Delia?"

Delia nodded. "And during the night, he woke up screaming. Woke me up, too. When I went in to check on him, he didn't recognize me at all. It was like he was in a trance or something."

"Sounds like a night terror. Gary used to have those sometimes when he was younger."

"But when I tried to calm him down, he just kept saying the same thing over and over again."

"Which was?"

"'Please stop, Professor Ivy.' Oh Samuel, do you think that Professor Ivy did something to Brock?"

"Delia, Professor Ivy is a colleague of mine. She's a highly respected scientist in the world of Pokémon research. True, she does have the reputation for being a bit tough to deal with at times, but I find it hard to believe that she would actually harm one of her own students."

"Well, that's what it sure sounded like to me, Samuel," Delia insisted.

"Where's Brock now?"

"He's still asleep. He's still exhausted, particularly after the night he had last night. Which reminds me - how are Brock's Pokémon doing?"

"Like Brock, they were pretty hungry and tired. But after a good night's rest and plenty of Poké Chow, they're all up and about this morning. Naturally, they're quite worried about Brock, but I told them that they could see him when he's feeling better."

"That might help Brock feel better," Delia smiled.

"Which reminds me…I've got to get back to the lab and finish feeding everyone. I just stopped by to see how Brock was doing." Professor Oak got up from the table and handed his empty teacup to Delia. "But when I get back to the lab, I'll give Professor Ivy another call. I promised her that I'd let her know how Brock was doing."

"Ask her if she did anything to Brock," Delia said with an edge of anger in her voice.

To be continued…