Ash's Adventure: Girls' Hunter Edition!

by SedaCassie

After thoroughly humiliating himself by oversleeping and missing out on his chance to get a starter Pokemon, Ash runs away from his town to be alone in his shame and misery. However, through a series in mishaps, misunderstanding, errors, tragedies, coincidences, and pure dumb luck, he ends up thrust into his adventure regardless, just...not in the manner he had anticipated.

13. (B)rock and Roll, Part 3!

(B)rock and Roll, Part 3!

"Vine whip!"

Living cords of greenish-blue lashed through the air at blinding speed, zeroing in on the large, crested bird that was diving down to attack.

They hit. The cords cracked across the bird's face, knocking it from the sky and sending it hurtling down to the green grass below. It landed roughly, bouncing twice before lying still in a crumpled heap of misshaped feathers.

"Pi-Pi!" Yellow cried in dismay. "Oh no, don't feel bad!" She held out a pokeball and recalled the fallen Pidgeotto. "You did great!"

"Chu," Chuey sighed.

Ash stood still, finger still thrust forward from his final command, his eyes registering his victory while his brain struggled to acknowledge the fact that he had won while his body did its best to deal with all the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

"Gelly!" Tangela huffed. Then it turned and looked to Ash, eyes a little unsure, as if asking if it had done good.

Ash blinked. Then he slowly lowered his hand.

"I won," he whispered.

"Woohoo!" May cheered from the sidelines. "Good going, champ!"

"Good fight, Ash!" Yellow skirted around Tangela to grabbed the still-stunned Ash by the hand and vigorously pumped his arm in congratulations.

"Uh, th-thanks!" Ash was feeling quite heady at the moment. Granted, it had been a practice battle, little more than a sparring session to make sure for one last time that Tangela was ready to fight, but it had still been his first one-and-one battle against another trainer as a full-fledged trainer himself, and it wasn't as if Yellow hadn't been trying to win. He had made sure to be clear with her that she wasn't to take it easy on him.

And then a pair of warm arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"I knew you could do it!" May said as she happily swung Ash's helpless body this way and that. "You have it in your blood, Ash!" And then, while Ash was still recalibrating, she seized his face with both hands and gave him a big, wet kiss.

It wasn't the deep, sensual kisses he had been given with increasing frequency as of late, but between the giddy euphoria from winning his first real battle and having his head spun around in circles, it did a very good job of obliterating the rest of his motor skills. As soon as May released him, he sank bonelessly to his knees.

"Oops!" May blinked down at him, and then shrugged. "Oh well, better even things up."

"Even things up?" Yellow asked, tilting her head to one side. "What does-"

May swept her up in her and kissed her just as hard as she had kissed Ash. Yellow's arms stuck out straight to either side, and she started kicking the ground rapidly.

"There," May said as she released Yellow, who also sank to the ground in a daze. "Now they're even."

Ash shook his head in hopes of clearing it. "Man, you'd think I'd be used to that by now," he grumbled as he pulled himself to his feet.

May smirked. "That's not something you ever want to just get used to. Besides, it was a good fight! You both deserved a reward."

Misty coughed into her fist. "You just wanted to make out with them both."

"Well, yeah."

"Okay, but let's not forget the real fighter here!" Ash said as he knelt down on front of Tangela and gently stroked its vines. "Tangela's the real winner!"

Tangela looked a little unsure of how to react, but then it curled a vine around Ash's arm and beamed in happiness.

It was hard to see why Tangela had been so frightening before. Honestly, that just made Ash hate Team Rocket even more, that they would abuse such an adorable Pokemon. He also couldn't help but wonder what Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny were on about. Tangela was fearful and easily startled, but it wasn't a handful or anything.

"You said it!" May said as she turned her attention to their one-time terrorizer. "She held up a hand. "Hey, Tangy-boy! Up high!"

Seeing the sudden action, Tangela immediately constricted on itself, cowering back while covering its "face."

"Oops!" May lowered her hand with a wince. "Sorry!" She hesitated, and slowly lowered herself to a crouch. "Erm, here you go," she said, pulling out a handful of powdered Nanab-Berry pokebrick that she had been carrying in a Ziploc bag. She offered it to Tangela, who shied back from her.

"Come on, I'm not a threat," May said, giving her hand a little shake.

Tangela hesitated, and then peeked out from behind Ash. It slowly extended a couple of vines, then snapped them forward, snatching the powder off of May's hands before withdrawing back again.

"Well, it's an improvement," May sighed.

Ash frowned as he recalled Tangela. He was having some real second-thoughts about this.

"So, are we heading over now?" Yellow inquired.

"Sure, after I get done eating Misty out," May said.

Misty choked.

"Oh, what? You're still new at being a PokeGirl and under a lot of stress! Frequent orgasms are healthy!"

"Yeah, but for you to say it so plainly…"

May folded her arms over her chest. "When did you become such a prude? You were way pervier before you became a PokeGirl!"

"That's different! I was…" Misty buried her face in her hand. "Great, just talking about it got me all worked up."

"See?" May grabbed Misty by the arm and pulled her to the nearest copse of trees. "We'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay!" Yellow said cheerfully. She turned to Ash. "So, wanna go another round? Double-check to make sure?"

Ash was tempted, but he ended up shaking his head. "Thanks, but not now." He looked down at the sphere in his hand. "I've got some things I need to think over."

…

Biting back a loud groan, Misty's body trembled as May's mouth was doused with those sweet juices. Smacking her lips, she sat up and wiped her mouth. "There! That'll last you…for a bit, at least. Better?"

"Sort of," Misty grumbled as she pulled up her panties. "But seriously, this is ridiculous."

May rolled her eyes. "Seriously, the sooner you stop being such a grumpy-cake and learn to embrace the horny, the happier you'll be."

"I tried that! Look what happened!"

"Eh, so the boy's got some stuff to work out," May said with a shrug. "Honestly, same applies to him." She stood up. "Speaking of which…"

"Where are you going?" Misty said as May left the copse.

"You're not the only one in need of stress relief!" May called over her shoulder. "Besides, I seem to remember you giving me the OK for a certain set of activities!"

Misty groaned loudly. "Oh, for the love of-"

May hurried off before Misty could complete that sentence. Hopefully she could find Ash alone.

She was in luck. Ash was sitting up against a tree, knees drawn up, one arm wrapped around his legs while he rolled Tangela's shrunk-down pokeball around in the other.

The boy was scared. He had been a bundle of nerves ever since last night, and despite Misty providing what was probably the ideal form of stress relief, it apparently wasn't enough to calm him down completely. May sympathized. No matter how many times one was reassured that everything was going to be fine, that not even failure was the end of the world, it never really made one's first time doing something important any easier. She supposed that it was like getting up in front of one's class to do an oral report.

She really did not miss school.

"Hey, champ," she said, sitting down next to him. "You gonna be okay?"

Ash swallowed. "This is a mistake."

"Eh?"

"It's too early. Tangela's not ready. What am I doing? What am I thinking? This is a terrible idea! There's no way this is going to work, I'm just going to embarrass myself. That police officer was right; there's no way I'm cut out-"

Oh boy, the poor guy was having a panic attack. "Easy, easy!" May laid a hand on Ash's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Calm down, Ash! Remember what we told you. Pretty much nobody wins their first battle; that's the whole point! It's basically a test run, to figure out the places you need to improve on!"

"But what if Tangela can't handle it? What if it freaks out again? What if-"

"Then you recall your walking succulent and come back later! Seriously, it happens all the time! You think this Brock guy hasn't seen stuff like that? I mean, Misty has!" May shook her head. "The stories she's told."

Ash didn't look convinced. "But-"

"Shhh." May pressed a finger to Ash's lips. "No buts." Then her eyes glimmered. "Well, maybe except for this one."

"Huh?"

"Put that pokeball away, drop your arms down, and stretch out your legs."

"Uh…"

"Do it."

Ash blinked. Then he slowly acquiesced, placing Tangela's pokeball back onto his belt and slowly planting his hands to either side, palms down. Then he slid his legs down until they were fully stretched out.

Grinning, May then climbed into his lap and sat back.

"May?"

"Call it another dose of stress relief," May said as she rubbed her ass up against Ash's crotch. "A little something to take your mind off things."

"I-"

The front of Ash's pants was already rising up, pressing against May's rear. Encouraged by this, she ground against him harder, while arching back up against his front, so that the back of her head was lying against his shoulder.

"Y'know," she said. "About now is where you should-"

But to May's surprise, Ash was way ahead of her.

Though his hands were shaking, he still lifted them up and settled them on her gyrating hips. May's brow rose, and she grinned.

"There you go," she purred. "But you know, if you wanted to, um, go higher…"

There was a long pause, and then Ash complied, reaching up to lightly lay the palms of her hands over her chest.

"That's it," May murmured. She laid her hands on the back of his, pressing them harder against her breasts.

"How's this supposed to help me relax?" Ash asked as May continued to grind up against him.

"This part? Oh, this is the distraction part! This is to take your mind off of your worries! But when it comes to relaxing…"

May suddenly lifted her legs and spun her body around so that she was now facing Ash, legs splayed out to either side as she straddled his lap, his twitching bulge now pressing against her latex-covered crotch.

Ash's eyes went wide.

Without breaking eye-contact, May unzipped her shirt all the way to the bottom, letting it fall open. She then reached down, took Ash by both wrists, and moved his hands so that they were again grabbing her now bare breasts.

"Whenever Misty's all stressed out I let her play with my tits," May said. "I mean, she pretty much has free reign to do it even when she's not stressed, but it still helps. Kind of like squeezing a stress ball.

"Well, they d-definitely f-f-feel nice!" Ash stammered as he squeezed her soft mounds with trembling hands.

May beamed. "Don't they? Now, just keep doing that, while I take care of the rest."

Ash blinked but he didn't question further.

May scooted back just enough for her to reach down toward the front of Ash's pants. When he realized what she was doing he swallowed loudly but didn't stop her.

Finally, May thought as she eagerly unzipped Ash's pants, letting the tented front of his boxers slip out. She had been wanting to get her hands on this for quite some time now. She gently took the material of Ash's underwear in her fingers and moved it aside.

His cock popped right up.

"Here we go," she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around the stiff shaft. It was firm all right, but also kind of squishy. A shiver ran up her arms. Her first time holding a boy's penis. Neat!

"Okay, I've never actually done this before," May said. "So…if I mess up and things start to hurt, tell me immediately, okay?"

Ash swallowed again but managed a nod.

"Good. Now just keep squeezing those titties, while I'll…"

May began stroking. She was learning on the fly, but she at least had seen plenty of porn, so she knew the basic motions at least. And she had to say, she was having a ball!

She studied Ash's face intently as her hand slid up and down, using his contorting facial expressions as a barometer of how she was doing. If something looked like it was pleasurable, she did that more. If anything made him wince or look uncomfortable, she backed off from that, working out the kinks until she felt she was holding him just tight enough, with a good rhythm going.

"Hey, Ash?" May panted. "Tilt you head back."

"Huh?" Ash did as he was instructed, leaning his head back against the tree trunk. "Okay, but why-"

May leaned in and kissed him.

For a brief second the hands playing with May's boobs froze, but by now Ash was learning how to respond to being kissed. He relaxed a bit, and started to kiss her back, while continuing to grope her chest.

The boy was getting better, May was pleased to note. Nowhere near as good as herself or Misty, but definitely better. He was even starting to get a little bold with what he did with his tongue, which she appreciated.

"M-May," he suddenly mumbled into her mouth. His body was tensing up, and the hands on her breasts were now clenching tight. "I…I think I'm-"

Then his body went rigid, and the little cock in her grasp started throbbing hard. May disengaged from his mouth and rested her head against his shoulder, letting him ride the orgasm out.

Then he slumped, and his penis began to soften. Sighing with satisfaction, May let him go and rolled over to sit next to him. For her first handjob, she had done pretty well.

"So, how was it?" she said as she zipped herself back up.

Ash was still breathing heavily. He indicated for her to give him a second, so she did.

Then he maneuvered his now flaccid penis back into his pants and zipped himself up. "Wow," he said.

"Feel better?"

Ash nodded again. "Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah. Um, thanks."

"Anytime, champ," May snickered. "Anytime."

Then she frowned and looked down at her hands. Hey, wait a minute. She didn't consider herself an expert on male ejaculation by any means, but wasn't something supposed to come out? Something white and gooey?

Before she could ask about that, Ash then straightened up a bit. "Wait, what about you?

"Eh?"

"Don't PokeGirls, um, get…aroused by that sort of thing? Should I, you know return the favor?"

At this May grinned. "Why Ash! Are you offering to finger me? It seems like just yesterday you were too nervous jack off with me!"

Sighing, Ash pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Oh, forget it."

"I will not." May's fingers stroked the waistline of her shorts. "Because if you're offering…"

Then there came a loud clearing of the throat, followed by an irritated-sounding, "If you're done calming his nerves, we really do need to head over."

May and Ash looked up to see Misty standing over them, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

Ash's face was already red, but this renewed the flush. "Misty! I wasn't-"

Misty rolled her eyes. "Ash, I already said I'm okay with you two making out and her giving you handjobs, remember? Relax!"

"Thanks, Red!" May snapped off a grateful salute. "It's great fun!"

"Though I don't remember saying anything about lap dances. What's with you trying to one-up me?"

May shrugged. "Well, if you want one, just ask."

"Maybe later. For now…" Misty tapped her watch.

"Right." May kipped up to her feet and reached down to help Ash up. "Let's go kick some rocky-heiny!"

"You really have a way with words," Misty said dryly. She patted Ash on the shoulder. "C'mon, let's get going."

May started to follow them, but then hesitated.

Ash was right about one thing. Eating Misty out had been quite arousing, and the combination lap dance, handjob, and make-out session had really gotten her motor running. Well, most things did, but that was usually within normal levels of horniness, ones that she was used to and could easily hide.

But now she was all revved up. Her loins were burning and she was acutely aware of the texture of her tight clothing. And while her shorts were really good at hiding when she was wet, there was only so much they could do. It wouldn't do to start dribbling while Ash was busy battling the Gym Leader.

Yellow jogged up to her. "So we're going now?"

"Yup! But hey, can you do me a favor first?"

Yellow titled her head and blinked.

God, she was so darned cute. "I got myself all worked up," May said. "So if you eat me out now, I'll eat you out when we get back to the hotel. Sound good?"

"Eat out…oh!" Yellow brightened. "You mean cunnilingus! I've always wanted to try that."

"Well, today's your lucky day!" May stuck out her hand. "Deal?"

Yellow happily shook it. "Deal!"

"Okay, but make it quick," May said as she pulled down her skirt and shorts as Yellow eagerly knelt down in front of her. She grabbed Yellow by the head and pulled her into her pussy. "Those two will probably be preoccupied for a while, but they're bound to notice us lagging behind before too long."

…

Ash and Misty walked silently together, heading through the field back to the city. As they walked, Ash kept stealing glances at Misty, trying to gauge her mood. Was she still angry? Was she over it? Honestly, it was hard to tell.

Man, he really missed her just aggressively flirting with him like May was still doing. It was a lot easier to deal with than this.

Then he shot a glance over his shoulder. Where was May anyway? She had fallen behind, so-

Then he saw her, and Yellow.

Oh.

Sighing, he turned away from them, and as he did, he locked eyes with Misty, who had also apparently been checking over her shoulder. Misty rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh, and Ash couldn't help but join in. Okay, that was good.

After a bit Ash decided to just cut to the chase. "So you're really not mad?"

Misty gave her eyes another luxurious roll. "Relax, Ash. I'm not mad. Why would I be?"

"Well…"

"Honestly, if I got jealous of everything May has gotten off on, I would have to start with the freaking dresser in her room. So I'm not going to blow a fuse just because she did something I already said she could do, okay? And I'm definitely not going to be mad at you for enjoying it."

"Okay," Ash said. "Just checking."

"Good," Misty said with a nod.

A few more moments went by, and then Ash ventured, "So hey, can we talk about yesterday?"

"Oh, good grief," Misty grumbled. She ran a hand through her unruly carrot-orange locks and shook her head. "About what? The handjob, the talk in the bathroom, or what happened in the museum?"

"Well, all of it! Come on, we're all worked up and confused, and Yellow says we should just sit down and, you know, just say what we want!"

"What I want is to go home," Misty said flatly.

Ash scowled. "Okay, I don't believe that for a second."

Then Misty stopped dead in her tracks, bring Ash to a stop as well. Her hands clenched at her side, she growled, "Drop it, Ash. You've got a big battle coming up. Focus on that."

"All right," Ash said, folding his arms. "How about after?"

Misty threw her hands into the air. "Fine! Fine! Afterward, we'll all sit down in a big circle and share our feelings! There, is that good enough for you?"

Ash nodded. "Agreed then."

Misty started walking again, though this time it was more of a stomp than a stroll. "Fine!"

"Fine," Ash said, walking alongside her with his hands in his pockets.

Another uncomfortable silence fell, and Ash was now regretting broaching that subject so soon. There was still a ways to go before they reached the gym. There had to be something else they could talk about.

Finally he thought of something. "So, uh, how well do you know this 'Brock' guy?"

Misty shot him a glare, but then she softened. "I already told you. Like, not at all. Gym Leaders actually don't have a whole lot to do with each other. I mean, some are friends, I guess, but I only ever see the others during League Summits or during the tournament, and I still haven't even met the guy from Viridian City!"

"So there's nothing you can tell me? Like, what he'll probably use and all that?"

"There's a framed photograph of his team in our hotel room! That should give you a clue." Then Misty sighed. "But other than that, it's kind of a breach of professional courtesy to do that."

Okay, that made sense. "Right. I understand." Then Ash had a troubling thought. "But what if he recognizes you?"

Misty snorted. "I'll honestly be shocked. It's not like he ever paid any attention to me before."

"Oh." Apparently the relationships between Gym Leaders was a lot testier than Ash had presumed. He had originally thought of them as some kind of super-team of elite trainers. He had never thought that they wouldn't even be so much as friends.

Then he heard the sound of footsteps hurrying to catch up.

"Hey," May said breathlessly as she and Yellow ran up to the pair. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No prob," Misty said. "You guys finished?"

"Not yet! May's going to give me oral sex after we get back to the hotel!" Yellow told them.

Ash and Misty exchanged a look.

"I don't know who's being a bad influence on who at this point," Misty said.

"You'd be surprised," Ash responded.

…

At Misty's suggestion, they reached for the Pewter City Gym around twelve-thirty in the afternoon.

According to her, the busiest times to hit up a gym were mid-morning and in the evening, as trainers often wanted to try for the badge as early as possible so if they lost, they had the rest of the day to train up, come up with a new strategy, and try again after the sun had gone down. That crowd had usually dispersed around lunchtime, so coming in right after they had gone would still give them ample time to train as well if things didn't go well.

If Ash had been on edge earlier, now he was a few moments away from a full nervous breakdown. The relief that May had given him was now gone. His legs were shaking, he was sweating heavily under his hat, and he had to keep remembering not to start hyperventilating.

Noticing this, May laid a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Take it easy, champ," she said. "Breathe. Deep, slow breaths."

"Right, right," Ash said as he did as she instructed. "Okay. Calm down. I'm good."

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like you lose once and you're done," Yellow said. "Remember, almost everyone loses their first time! So just think of this as a practice run!"

Ash had lost count of how many times he had heard that. "Right. Practice run. Easy-peasy." Ash inhaled deeply through his nose and slowly exhaled. Okay, okay, he ought to be good, he ought to be good…

And then his shoulders and arms started to violently shake.

Then a warm hand slipped into his, entwining his fingers and squeezing his palm.

Blinking, he looked over to see Misty walking next to him. She didn't say anything; she didn't even look at him. She just walked with him, holding his hand.

Ash nodded briefly and turned his ahead straight ahead. The gym was coming up.

As Misty had predicted, there wasn't much of a line waiting to get in. In fact, there was only one other trainer, a rather rugged-looking bearded man in red flannel who had look of someone who was not on his first try in claiming Brock Harrison's badge, nor his second, and was getting just a little frustrated with his frequent failures. The four of them took their place behind him, though with enough distance to give him space.

Then the door opened, and a young man in street clothes and a young woman wearing the ragged remains of a one-piece swimsuit lurched out. The woman was in a state of disarray, with mussed hair, a thin layer of grey dust all over her, a collection of bruises, and her right eye swelling into a purplish blotch. Her swimsuit was ripped and torn, exposing one breast. The two of them didn't seem to care, however, as they were happily kissing and groping one another, the two of them laughing in delirious victory. One of the man's hands was clutched around something small, probably a newly-earned badge.

The rugged man bleakly watched the happy couple and sighed in envy. Then he took a deep breath, readied himself, and marched in.

"That guy does not look like he's been having the best of luck," Yellow remarked.

"We call them yonkers," Misty said. She made a tossing and grabbing moment with her hand. "You know, like yanking a yo-yo. You get them a lot, trainers that just keep showing up over and over for a couple weeks but never seem to synch a win. After a while you start to feel sorry for them."

"Do you ever got easy on them?" Yellow asked. "Let them win?"

"Nope! That would defeat the whole purpose, wouldn't it?"

Ash swallowed. He really hoped that he didn't end up like that guy. He really, really hoped that he didn't end up like that guy.

A few minutes later the doors opened again and the rugged man walked out. His face was downcast, a hollow look was in his eyes, and he walked as if carrying a great weight on his shoulders.

"Guess things didn't pan out," May said.

"Seen that look a lot," Misty said. "Oh well. Ash? Let's go."

This was it. It was time.

The four children entered the gym.

Despite Misty's words about how Gym Leaders were perfectly normal people who just liked being dramatic for effect, as he stepped through the door into the darkened building, he still felt like he was leaping from a great height into an icy lake. His heart was plunging into his stomach while his guts squeezed themselves into a knot. It was like stepping in front of the class to give an oral report on a subject that he was not in any way, shape, or form ready to speak upon, only a million times worse.

Then May nudged him in the side. "Ash, adjust thine pants."

"Huh?"

"Fear-boner, my man."

Crap. Already?

Ash hastily fixed himself up the best he could. Then he took another deep breath and stepped forward.

As he had already partially seen through the window, the interior of the gym was a cavernous room, one that was dimly lit. From what he could see, the floor and the walls were all carved from rough granite in a manner deliberately designed to resemble a natural cave, with the walls curving up overhead. The battleground was the only part well-lit, with several spotlights ringed the ground on the perimeter shining up while several more sat upon tall stone towers shining down.

As for the battlefield itself, it was the same recreation of a rock quarry he had seen before, a large, rectangular area of grey stone, filled with stone columns, boulders, and flat-topped hills. He didn't see the damage it had taken in that battle between the Golem and the Kangaskhan, or even from any other trainer today, so he presumed that it had a way of repairing itself between matches.

And far on the other side of the battleground was the his opponent, the Kanto Region Rock Gym Leader, the Rock-Solid Warrior, Brock Harrison.

He sat atop of a ziggurat of carved granite, one with a great staircase leading up, with six burning braziers on each of the three tiers leading up. Chained to each of the braziers was a young woman wearing nothing but a studded leather bra, a fur loincloth, iron bracers, and an iron collar, to which the chain was fastened. They stared down at their master's young opponent, their greyish eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the braziers.

And at the very top, sitting cross-legged between two more braziers, was Brock himself.

Brock was a young, muscular man in his early-to-mid-twenties wearing only a pair of plain black pants and black footwraps. His dark hair was spiked, and his hands were laid upon his knees, as if he were meditating. He sat absolutely still, the flickering lights of the braziers dancing over his bronzed body.

"Whoa," May said in a low whisper, her brow raising. "Guy knows how to rock the look. Pun intended."

"Yeah, he's kinda extra that way," Misty said.

Then someone cleared their throat loudly. "Ahem!"

They turned to see another tall and leanly muscled PokeGirl standing nearby, dressed the same as the others, this one with shimmering maroon hair styled into a high mohawk and shaved at the sides. She was standing next to a computer terminal set in a rough stone pillar that rose up to her bare midriff.

Looking the group over, she said, "You know it's one at a time, right?"

"Oh, this guy's the only one challenging," May said, clapping a hand onto Ash's shoulder. "We're just here for moral support."

"Cute." The PokeGirl held out a hand. "Your trainer ID, please."

"Oh, right!" Ash dug his ID out and handed it to her.

The PokeGirl inserted it into the computer terminal. A moment later Ash's photo and a six-slot readout appeared on screen, with Nidoran and Tangela taking up two of the slots. At the bottom were eight notches in a row, each one with the number zero, like a counter that had yet to be activated.

"First time, hey, kiddo?" the PokeGirl smiled as she removed Ash's ID and handed it back to him. "Well, good luck!"

Ash couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or genuinely encouraging. He accepted the card with a nod of thanks.

May patted his shoulder. "You got this, champ."

"Go get him," Misty said, lightly punching him in the bicep.

Ash took a deep breath. Then he nodded. Okay, this was it.

He approached the battlefield. There was a slightly raised platform of earth surrounded by a fence on all sides except the one that faced him. He stepped up to the platform and stood in its center, facing forward.

Over on the other side of the battlefield, the Gym Leader sat perfectly still, a dark silhouette in the flickering fires of the brazier. Despite knowing it was just for show, Ash could not deny its effectiveness. He felt less like a challenging combatant and more like a prisoner awaiting judgment.

Then with one fluid motion, the Gym Leader rose to his feet. "Welcome trainer," he said, his voice filling the rocky and darkened room without visible means of amplification. "Welcome to your first real challenge, your first real test as a Pokemon trainer."

Ash swallowed, but he made himself stand tall and resolute.

"You will face greater and more dangerous challenges in your future, but this is perhaps the most important. Win or lose, the lessons you learn here will build the foundation for-Wait. Wait a minute, hold on!"

Ash stiffened. What was wrong?

Now the Gym Leader was descending the steps, his head tilted in puzzlement. "What in the world? Misty? Misty Waterflower? Is that you?"

Oh no. Oh no.

Shaking with fear, Ash slowly turned to look over his shoulder. Misty was standing frozen in shock, her mouth hanging open.

Brock Harrison continued to descend. "Misty, what are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me that you're coming? And why did you wait in line? You know you could have just called my personal line if you needed to talk. Or, you know, sent me an email?"

May elbowed Misty in the side, which seemed to snap her out of her trance. "I, uh…Well, actually, I'm actually just traveling with Ash here on my way back to Cerulean City, and since he wanted to challenge you while we were here, I thought I'd see what this was like on the other side!"

Brock paused, about four-fifths of the way down the steps. He silently looked first to Misty, and then over to Ash. He sighed.

Then he raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

All of a sudden the lights came on throughout the gym, lighting up the whole of the room. In the light, the gym was still big, but not as impressive, as the bare structural supports that held up the curving stone walls and ceiling were now starkly visible.

"All right, what's going on here?" Brock demanded as he stepped off the ziggurat and started to make his way across the battlefield. "Because I'm pretty sure a Gym Leader helping a junior trainer take on other Gym Leaders constitutes as an unfair advantage."

"N-No, wait! It's not like that! I'm not giving him any details about you or your team or anything like that! I've just been showing him the basics of Pokemon training because I owe him a favor, that's all!"

"Oh, is that right? Because getting tutored by an official Indigo League Gym Leader sounds like one hell of a favor!"

Brock reached the other end of the battlefield and began to make his way toward Misty. Ash hastily scrambled off the dueling platform and put himself between her and the approaching Gym Leader.

"Hey, back off!" Ash snapped. "She didn't do anything wrong!"

Brock paused. Turning his attention down to the junior trainer, he folded his arms over his bare, muscular chest and said, "Oh yeah? And why don't I believe that?"

Now that the lights were on and Brock was practically standing in front of him, Ash found that the Pewter City Gym Leader was…actually not a whole lot less intimidating. The statue outside had not been exaggerating his muscular features, with the top of Ash's head barely reaching his collarbone. He skin was dark with a worker's tan, his greyish-black hair standing out in stiff spikes that looking menacing in a manner that Ash's own black points didn't, and his eyes were little more than narrow slits, giving him the impression of constantly scowling.

Ash had a sudden urge to run. He squashed that urge and stood his ground, though admittedly his defiance would be more impressions if his legs were not shaking so hard.

Then Misty sighed. "Okay, move aside," she said, pushing Ash out of the way. "I got this."

Ash gawked at her. "But-"

"Seriously, this is Gym Leader to Gym Leader. And Brock, I'm sorry I didn't give you a head's up that I was in town. It's just that these last few days-"

"Stop." Brock held out a hand, palm up. He leaned forward, moving uncomfortably close to Misty's face.

Misty cringed back. "Hey, what's the big idea?" she demanded. "Because I am not-"

"Misty," Brock said in a low voice. "Remind me how old you are again?"

"Uh, ten? Why? Because if you're thinking of hitting on me, then-"

"Then explain to me why you are now a PokeGirl," Brock said, folding his arms again.

Ash felt his heart plunge into his stomach. Misty made a choking sound, while May inhaled sharply through her nose.

Yellow, it should be noted, just looked annoyed. "How come you could tell when I couldn't?" she demanded.

"I literally live and work with PokeGirls every day. Of course I can tell one when I see one up close!" Brock said, turning toward her. "And this is-"

He paused in mid-sentence, but not because of anything having to do with Yellow. Rather, by looking in her direction, he also so happened to look toward May, and upon seeing her, he went completely silent.

Uh-oh.

"Misty," he said at last, his voice low and dangerous. "Isn't that Norman Maple of Hoenn's daughter? The one who's been reported missing?"

May blinked. Then, in a chillingly calm voice, she said, "Tell my dad about me, and I burn your gym to the ground."

Behind her, the tall and muscular PokeGirl manning the terminal cleared her throat loudly. "Try it," she said. "See what happens."

Brock didn't avert his gaze from May. "You're also a PokeGirl."

May said nothing.

Then Brock glanced over to Yellow. His frown deepened. "And you…Well, at least you look normal."

Yellow grinned. "Oh, I'm not a PokeGirl or a Gym Leader! I'm just hanging out with these guys until they're done here, then it's back to Viridian Forest with all those bugs for me! I wouldn't mind being a PokeGirl one day, though. Sounds like fun!"

"Pika?" Chuey said, shooting her a look of concern.

"Er, okay," Brock said. "Obviously a…flexible definition of the word 'normal.'" He turned his attention back to the three rule-breakers. "Well, this is a problem. Two underaged PokeGirls caught by an underaged trainer. One missing daughter of another region's Gym Leader. A very, very big problem."

Ash was so worked up about the trouble they were now in that what Brock had just said barely registered.

But then it did.

Ash spun around to stare at May, who was still looking at Brock with that scary intense look, the one where her face was completely blank while pure rage was burning in her eyes. She caught sight of Ash and glanced over to him.

Your dad's a Gym Leader? Ash mouthed.

May sighed.

Oh man. In hindsight it ought to have been obvious, but wow did that complicate things!

Despite having made a point to use the restroom before they had left the hotel, Ash found himself wishing that he had gone a second time. His bladder was about to empty itself all over his pants.

Then Misty cleared her throat. "Uh, Brock? Can I speak with you? Privately?"

Brock's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Very well." He glanced over to the PokeGirl with the mohawk. "Lauren, keep an eye on those three. Make sure they don't go anywhere."

"You got it, Brock," Lauren said casually, folding her arms in a manner that made her lean muscles ripple.

"Also, black out the windows. We don't need any peeping toms right now." He looked back to Misty. "All right. Let's go to my office."

…

In contrast to the battlefield, Brock's office was small and more homey. Though the walls were of the same grey granite as the rest of the gym, they were covered with pictures of Brock's many loved ones, from his colleagues from Indigo League to his Pokemon and PokeGirls to several photographs of various young children to a middle-aged man and woman, most likely his various siblings and his parents. There were also many photographs of him with a lovely young woman with long, raven hair and a serious face, probably his wife. Several rock samples, crystals, and fossils were lined up on shelves behind his desk, and his Gym Leader certificate was framed on the wall right behind his chair. There were even a handful of potted plants, fed from a overhead skylight.

Brock sat down behind the desk, and Misty in front of it. "Okay, first of all," Misty said before Brock had a chance to start things off. "I absolutely apologize for not giving you a head's up. That was very unprofessional of me."

Brock planted an elbow on his desk and rested his cheek against his fist. "Misty, all things considered, a breach of etiquette really is the least of our problems here. Why, in the name of the entire Creation Trio, are you a PokeGirl?"

Misty winced. "It was an accident."

"An accident."

"Yeah. See, the way I met Ash was a little…unconventional."

Much as she had done with Bill, Misty told Brock about her and Ash's chance meeting in the forest, from the Spearow attack to her getting struck by lightning.

"And how exactly did he so happen to have human balls in the first place?" Brock wanted to know.

Misty sighed. "Well, apparently some wise guy trainer gave them to him, probably as a prank. He thought they were pokeballs and was trying to catch himself a Pokemon. That's what set the Spearows off."

She went on to explain how it had taken the Viridian City PokeCenter a full hour to heal her, but before she could be let out, Team Rocket had attacked, leading that plan to fall apart.

Though it was hard to tell given how narrow his eyes were, Brock now looked less angry and more interested in the story. "Team Rocket? Wait, I heard that PokeCenter just got knocked out in the storm."

Misty shrugged.

"Hmmm." Brock drummed the fingers of his right hand against the top of his desk. "Well, I can't deny that I have heard…stories about Viridian City, but…" He shook his head. "All right, assuming everything you told me is true, that still doesn't explain why you're still a PokeGirl. Pewter City had a PokeCenter, one that's fully operational."

Misty sighed. "Brock. Look. If Ash uses their PC to release me, it's going to ping somebody that something's up. This whole thing is crazy messy, so we're holding things off until I can get to my private PC at my gym to take care of things quietly." Suddenly she had an idea, one that made her perk up. "Unless…we can use yours? Maybe? Pretty please?"

At this, Brock sighed. "No can do. My PC got fried earlier this week, courtesy of a stray lightning bolt from some kid's Pikachu."

"You're kidding me!" Misty was aghast. "Someone used a Pikachu? Against you?"

Brock shrugged. "He apparently thought that supercharging it over at the old mill would give it a chance. It…didn't, but I give him points for trying." He patted the closed laptop on his desk. "I'm having the grounding redone over the weekend, and until the new unit arrives, I'm using this to keep up with things. But it doesn't have any higher functions. I can check keep in touch with the League, I can keep the gym running, but I can't release anyone or anything. Sorry."

"Darn," Misty muttered. Of course that would be the case.

Brock quirked an eyebrow. "Well, okay. Believe it or not, catching an underage girl and releasing her later as an emergency lifesaving procedure does have precedent, but that still leaves us with the problem of your friend."

Right. May. This was going to be the really tricky part. Misty wasn't close to Brock, but she did know a few things about him, and one of those things was that he was a dedicated family man. "Brock, I don't know how much you know about Gym Leaders from other regions, but…she's Norman Maple's daughter."

The Pewter City Gym Leader looked puzzled. "What does-" Then his brow rose. "Oh."

"Yeah."

Brock leaned back in his chair. "Well, that paints things in a different light."

Misty nodded. "Yeah."

"It doesn't really excuse everything, but it does explain…"

Brock fell silent. Sensing the need for him to mull things over, Misty stayed silent as well, all the while inwardly praying that he was coming to see things her way, much like Bill had.

Then Brock got up. Misty froze, partially expecting him to go put in a call to the Indigo League and turn her in anyway, but instead he walked over to the small, brown mini-fridge that sat in the corner. Opening it, he pulled out a couple of aluminum cans, closed the door, and sat them on the top of his desk before sitting back down.

Misty blinked. "RazzPin Soda?"

"I don't like to drink during work hours," Brock said, popping the tab on his can. "And you can't drink at all."

"Fair." Misty popped her own tab, and the two Gym Leaders silently tapped their cans together before drinking deep of the sweet, fizzing liquid.

Brock set his can down. "You know, I always had a problem with that man."

"I know," Misty nodded.

"I knew it wasn't my place to say or do anything, but I did see how he treated his kids, and that always ticked me off." He slowly ran his finger around the circumference of his can's top. "I even talked to Lance about it, and he told me that it bothered him too, but it was outside of any of our ability to do anything." He cocked his head to one side. "Except yours, apparently."

Misty winced.

"Don't get me wrong: I still think this is a mistake. You caught the daughter of another region's Gym Leader. Helping her run away would have been trouble enough, but you went ahead and caught her. I cannot even begin to express the amount of grief that will be brought down upon you if you get caught. You're playing with a whole lot of fire here." He shrugged. "But still…helping a friend run away from a bad home situation is not remotely the same as kidnapping her."

"Ugh, I know," Misty groaned. "It's just like, one thing after another. I just wanted to get May away from there, and now everything's falling apart."

"Hmmm." Brock took another sip of soda. "You know, I actually opposed you being certified as a Gym Leader."

"What?" Misty's head snapped up. She had heard that there was a lot of opposition to her inheriting of the Cerulean City Gym, but the specifics had never been told to her. "Why?"

"Your age, obviously. I know it's happened before, and I know your mother's will was…specific, but I still urged Lance to strike it down anyway."

Misty's eyes slowly narrowed to slits, almost matching Brock's own. "You didn't think I could handle it," she growled through clenched teeth.

Brock was unmoved by his younger colleague's ire. "I've seen you battle. I know how talented you are. It wasn't the actual challenges I was worried about. But I also knew that a child becoming a Gym Leader would be subjected to…other challenges, ones unique to you alone, that the rest of us wouldn't have to deal with. So I proposed that an interim Gym Leader be put in place until you were old enough to have the job." He drained the last of his soda, crumpled up the can, and tossed it into a plastic bin marked with a recycling symbol. "I was overruled."

Despite her irritation at yet another adult not having any faith in her, Misty was still being drawn into the story of League drama, drama regarding her own certification that she had never been told about. "By Lance?"

"No, Lance agreed with me. So did Erica. So did Blaine and the lieutenant. Even Lorelei and Bruno thought that we should wait until you were grown." Then Brock's brow furrowed. "But we were still overruled."

"Are you serious?" Misty was aghast. She had known that her ascension to Gym Leader had kicked up a fuss, but she had no idea how much! "That's most of the Gym Leaders and practically the whole Elite Four! Including Lance! How the heck were you overruled?"

Brock grimaced. He stole a glance to the door and then leaned over the desk. "Misty, when was the last time you spoke to Lance?"

"Uh…" Misty shrugged. "You mean, in general? Last year's summit, I guess."

"No, I mean really spoke to him. One-on-one."

"Er…" Misty's mind raced. "Honestly, the only real conversation I've had with him was when he invited me to his sanctuary right after I got certified."

"And did he give you any kind of warning? Of who you should or should not trust?"

Misty's brow knitted together. "Er, not…really? I mean, he did say that criminals would probably try to take my gym and to not let them push me around. He also said I should never, ever let anyone get any kind of outside control."

"Yeah, that was probably it." Brock sighed. "I…don't know how much I should be telling you, but Lance has been getting really…worried over the last few years. Worried that the League might not be…" His sun-darkened brow knitted together.

A pit started to form deep in Misty's stomach, one into which ice water was pouring in. "Seriously?" she said. "But the League…it's the League! I kn-know that Team Rocket's been pushing in hard these last few years, I know what happened at Saffron City, but-"

"The League is like any other organization made up of people," Brock said. "Susceptible to corruption."

Misty's head was spinning. When Bill had told her that the League had deliberately kept her in the dark on Team Rocket's machinations in other cities as a way to protect her while doing nothing to help stave off their attempts to try to take over her own city, she had taken great offense. After all, if they were so concerned that a kid like her couldn't be informed of such "adult" matters, then the least they could do was help keep the criminal syndicate off her back!

But now Brock was saying that the problems might be coming from within the League's ruling body itself. Now that was scary.

Misty had heard plenty of stories about how aggressive Team Rocket had been getting as of late, stories that the common person only ever heard as the vaguest of rumors, of how they had the Saffron City Gym Leader squarely under their thumb, about how their presence was growing in Celadon City to the extent that the Gym Leader there treaded lightly so as to not attract their attention, of how Fuchsia City was on the verge of falling under their control, and, most recently, that apparently the reason that the Viridian City Gym Leader was so scarce was because his town was so fully under Team Rocket control that he feared to spend any amount of time there, lest he leave his own people vulnerable to them.

And now Brock was saying that Lance and others had opposed her own certification as Gym Leader for fear that if she took over the Cerulean City Gym, it would make her a target, that they would no doubt see such a young child as easy prey, which turn out to be exactly what happened.

When she had met with him at his sanctum, Lance had been cagey with the details of what she would face, other to warn her of outside influences. She wondered if he knew how right he had been.

"Brock, this is crazy!" Misty exclaimed. "Are you seriously saying that that the reason you and Lance were overruled was because of Team Rocket? They have that much power?"

"Look, I'm just speculating here. No one's heard anything, nobody can prove anything, but we've been putting together a lot of really nasty looking pieces lately, and the picture we're coming up isn't looking great." He shrugged. "Of course, Team Rocket might not have anything to do with it. Nothing stopping someone on the inside from having their own ulterior motives, or-"

"It's them," Misty said.

"Oh? You do know that they're not the only-"

Sighing, Misty slumped back in her chair. "You don't know either, do you?"

Brock was silent for a time. Then he said, "Okay. Know what?"

"That Team Rocket's been trying to Sabrina me for the last year and a half. I've been getting threatening emails, letters, and phone calls on a monthly basis. They've come down in person to intimidate me at least once already."

Brock went very stiff in his chair. "They've what?"

Hissing out through clenched teeth, Misty shook her head and said, "Let me guess: you don't have to deal with this at all, do you? They leave you alone, because you're a big muscly scary guy, so they go after the little girl. Figures."

At this, Brock made a face. "They did try to muscle in on my city. Not too long after my father stepped aside and I took over, actually."

Now this was news to Misty. "Oh, yeah?" she said, sitting up a bit.

"I taught them better manners," Brock said flatly.

Oh, now that was just unfair. "Seriously?" Misty complained. "You got to literally fight them off? Well, why won't they try coming at me directly instead of sending me all those stupid messages? I've got powerful Pokemon too!"

"Well, maybe their experience with me made them change strategy."

"Aw, jeez. Thanks then," Misty grumbled as she slumped back down and moodily folded her arms.

Brock silently regarded her through his narrowly-lidded eyes, his stony countenance stern and unmoving. Then he said, "Does Lance know?"

Misty shook her head. "No. I just figured it was something all Gym Leaders deal with. Besides, I didn't want to bother him. Would telling him help?"

"Probably. Then again, he'll probably use that to have you removed from your position."

"Oh, come on!" Misty shouted. "Why does everyone try to make me-"

"And he'd be right to do so," Brock said.

"ARGH!" Misty slumped forward, banging her forehead against the edge of Brock's desk, her fists pounding the top. "Why does everyone keep thinking that I can't do this? Why does everyone want to take my gym away from me?"

"It's not about that."

Misty rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. You all just want to protect me, as if-"

"Misty, listen to me," Brock said urgently. "I've been a Gym Leader for almost as long as you've been alive. It was hard enough for me at eighteen when I first took over, and I had my parents there showing me the ropes. You were abandoned by yours at seven."

Just those frank mentioning of the cold facts of the matter felt like a hammer-blow to the gut and to the heart. Misty went ramrod-straight in her seat, a thick lump forming in her throat.

But Brock wasn't done. "And because of that, everything must be ten times harder! You've got far more problems than any of us with none of the support! And now you're telling me that Team Rocket has been targeting you for a year and a half?" He shook his head. "Misty, that's kind of horrifying to hear!"

Despite the power of what Brock was saying, Misty's pride still refused to give in. "I was holding them off," Misty said in a hoarse whisper.

"But for how much longer?" Brock challenged. "Look, I know we don't like to talk about what happened to Sabrina, but it was kind of a wake-up call, and she's a fully grown woman and psychic!"

Misty turned away from him.

"Listen to me," Brock urged. "You don't have to lose your gym permanently. If you can give me proof that Team Rocket's been threatening you, we can use that to step in and appoint an interim Gym Leader until you come of age. Lorelei will do it if we asked. You won't have to lose any face at all, because it'll be out of your hands. And when you're old enough, ownership will pass back to you, like it should have in the first place!"

"And do what in the meantime?" Misty demanded. "Just…be a normal kid? Go to school? Join a water polo team?"

"Whatever you want," Brock responded. "Stay at the gym to help with the training. Maybe even go with your friend out there like most kids do."

"So go from Gym Leader to normal trainer, is that it?"

Brock quirked a bushy eyebrow. "You have to admit, you would be overwhelmingly successful."

Right. She would be. With a Gym Leader-level team and all of her experience, she'd be unstoppable.

And resented. And looked down upon. Again. She could hear it now.

That's not fair! You used to be a Gym Leader!

Oh, was being a Gym Leader so hard that you quit and started bullying us instead?

Besides, there was one other issue that they had to talk about.

"What about May?" Misty asked.

At this, Brock's brow furrowed. "I can't help you there. If she was just some kid, then she could claim sanctuary at the embassy, and there's protective services to help with that." He shrugged. "But…"

"Her dad's a Gym Leader from another region," Misty said hoarsely.

"Exactly."

Misty slumped back with a sigh. "Right."

"I don't…" Brock paused, and then cleared his throat. "I get the feeling that if the opportunity came to release her, to change her back to normal, she would refuse."

"Got that right," Misty groaned. "I didn't catch her because she was hurt. She wants to be a PokeGirl. She loves being a PokeGirl. Obsessed with it, actually. If she could get away with it, she would strip naked right now and challenge all of your PokeGirls at the same time."

"That doesn't sound healthy."

"Tell me about it. Heck, I'm kind of tempted to just let her. Teach her a lesson, you know."

"Hmmm." Brock thoughtfully rubbed his chin. "Sounds like she needs a dose of reality."

Misty shrugged. She said nothing.

A long pause passed between them, neither of them saying nothing. Brock sat patiently, waiting for her to speak. For her part, Misty just stared up at the ceiling, eyes tracing patterns in the quartz as she thought.

May was the real wildcard in everything. She was never going home again; that much was crystal clear. But what was Misty supposed to do with her once she got back to her own home? Try to keep her hidden? Her snooping sisters would notice before too long and raise a fuss. Besides, May wasn't the sort to just hide in the closet and do nothing. In under a week she would get bored and do something to blow her cover.

The smart thing would be to just send May off with Ash. That way, she'd be safely out of sight, he'd have a friend along so he wouldn't feel abandoned, to say nothing of a veritable powerhouse of flame to protect him, and the two of them could have all the happy, complication-free sex that they wanted.

But May would never leave Misty's side, not in a millions years.

And truth be told, Misty didn't want to lose her either. As chaotic as she was, May was one of the few good things in Misty's life.

There were no good roads for her to take. No matter which decision she made, she came out the loser, and it wasn't even her fault. Trying and losing was one thing. Having the deck stacked fully against you by outside forces so that you were incapable of winning was something else entirely. It sucked.

Well, there's one other option, May's voice said in her head. Just sayin'.

Misty huffed and shook her head. No.

"L-Look," she said. "I have a feeling that we'll be in Pewter City for a while. Can I sleep on this?"

"Of course," Brock said with a nod. "Take all the time you need."

"Thanks," Misty muttered. She drained the last her soda and stood up. "I think."\

Brock stood up as well. "Also, if my system is brought back online while you're still here, I'm be more than happy to bring you back to normal. Neither you nor your friend will suffer any consequences."

"Thanks, Brock," Misty sighed. She held out her hand. "You know, I'm thinking a lot of trouble could've been saved if I had just talked to you from the beginning."

Brock took her tiny hand in his massive palm and gently shook it. "Misty, I think that's true about everything in life."

…

Ash had no idea how long Misty's private meeting with Brock Harrison would last, but not being a part of it was aggravating to the extreme. Oh, why didn't they just have Misty wait outside? Why did they risk everything on something so trivial? It was bad enough that Ash was going in with an unstable Pokemon that he didn't trust himself to be able to control, they had to jeopardize Misty and May's safety as well.

Standing and waiting felt like agony, and he didn't do well with just doing nothing.

So he did what one usually had to do when nervously waiting for something they could not control. He went to the bathroom.

Fortunately the gym did have a public restroom of sorts. It was one-person and unisex, but since only one person at a time could challenge, that made sense. And even though he had made a point of going before heading for the gym, his nervousness kept him on the toilet for a long time. Still, he did feel a little better afterward.

There was a plain mirror above the sink. As he washed his hands over and over, he stared into his reflection.

He did not look all that good. His eyes were gaunt, his hair even more unkempt than usual, and while the new lotion was helping, his skin still had an unhealthy redness to it.

But most of all he just looked like he was on the verge of cracking, like just one more thing going wrong would make him break down completely.

Man, he had known that being a Pokemon trainer would be stressful and dangerous, but this was of a sort that he had no way of preparing for. Shaking his hand, he pulled a handful of paper towels from the dispenser, dried his hands, and left.

As he exited the bathroom and reentered the main arena, he was just in time to see the door to Brock's office open and the two Gym Leaders walk out. He hurried back to where his friends were waiting.

"So?" May said as everyone came together.

Brock folded his arms. "Misty has explained your situation to me. While still illegal, there are enough extenuating circumstances that I have been convinced not to turn you in."

Ash and May both slumped with relief. "Hooray!" Yellow cheered, holding a somewhat bewildered Chuey up over her head like a fan's sign at a stadium show.

"Brock, are you sure?" Lauren the PokeGirl asked. "This could really come back to bite you in the butt."

Brock shot her a look. "No, I'm not. But like I said: extenuating circumstances."

"Eh, you're the boss," Lauren said with a shrug.

Then, feeling a little emboldened by narrowly being booted from the League, Ash ventured, "So…can I still challenge for your badge?"

Brock turned his unamused face toward Ash directly, and Ash immediately regretted speaking out of turn.

But then Brock's face softened, and he even smiled a little. "Still got your eye on the prize, hey kid? I respect that." He nodded. "All right. You may challenge."

"Yes!" Ash pumped his arm.

Brock started to again the cross the battlefield back toward his ziggurat. "I don't need to say this, but I will say it anyway: my silence is bought with your own, as well as your promise to stop bucking League rules. I acknowledge your reasons for breaking them so far, but don't push your luck. Got it?"

"Got it," Ash said.

"Understood," Misty added.

May said nothing.

"I…haven't done anything wrong yet," Yellow said.

"Then don't start." Brock ascended the steps, walking between the chained-up PokeGirls and the burning braziers. He reached the top and turned around. A snap of his fingers, and the lights went out and the spotlights went on. "Are you ready?"

Ash hurried back to the challenger's platform. "Ready!" he said.

A metal box attached to a curving steel arm rose up from the top of the ziggurat next to Brock. It opened, and from within he extracted a pokeball.

Ash swallowed, but he nodded. It was time.

"Then let us begin." Brock hurled the pokeball. "Go, Geodude!"

At the same time, Ash turned his hat around, snatched up a pokeball of his own, and hurled it. "Nidoran! I choose you!"

The poisonous little four-legged warrior materialized on Ash's end of the battlefield. It immediately perked up, ears erect, eyes bright and searching.

On the other end, a creature like a bowling-ball shaped boulder with two stony arms and a blunt face appeared.

Ash felt a rush of excitement. Okay, a Geodude, a duel rock/ground type, the first stage in the evolutionary line of the Golem he had seen mopping the floor with that Kangaskhan their first day in. Tough, but beatable. And while Nidoran's poison typing wouldn't do much against the Geodude's stony hide, the two of them had already prepared for that problem.

"Geodude, tackle attack!" Brock ordered, thrusting an arm out.

"Geodude!" came the gruff reply, and the living boulder heaved itself up on both hands and threw itself all the way across the arena, zeroing in on Nidoran.

"Nidoran, dodge!" Ash called. Nidoran sprang nimbly to the side, and the Geodude smashed into the space it had once inhabited.

So far, so good. "All right, now leer!" Ash ordered. Nidoran's eyes glowed yellow, and there came a shrill whine.

However, at the exact same time, Brock called out, "Defense curl!"

The Geodude immediately covered its rough face with both arms. The burst of yellow light flew over it, accomplishing nothing.

Ash tensed up. Not only had his attempt to lower the Geodude's defense failed, but now it was even tougher than before!

"All right, now rollout!" Brock called.

"Geo!" The Geodude tucked itself into a tight ball and rolled itself right at Nidoran, carving up a shallow fissure behind it.

"Nidoran, do-"

Too late. The Geodude barreled right into Nidoran, knocking it sprawling.

Ash's hands clenched up. Rollout was a very deadly move often employed by Pokemon that liked to get physical, one that kept going and going, building momentum and power with every charge. The first hit never did much, but each subsequent charge would only hit harder and harder, taking its hapless opponent down in only a few strikes.

Sure enough, before Nidoran could right itself, Geodude came back again, slamming past it and knocking it down again. Nidoran cried out in pain.

Now Ash was sweating. Nidoran could probably only take a couple more passes, three at the most. They needed a game changer, and quick.

And then, by pure luck, they got it.

The Geodude once again charged right at Nidoran, but instead of knocking it to one side, Nidoran got swept up in the shovel of earth that the Geodude was digging up with its momentum and swept along. The two small Pokemon both slammed into the side of one of the stone pillars.

Obviously Nidoran took the worst of it, while the Geodude was barely rocked at all. But as his first Pokemon again cried out in pain, Ash suddenly saw that an opportunity had presented itself.

The pillar had put a stop to the escalation of the Geodude's rollout. What was more, just by how they were positioned, both Nidoran and Geodude were now staring each other directly in the eyes.

"Nidoran, quick!" Ash called. "Leer!"

Though it was shaking with pain and exertion, Nidoran was still a fighter, and it wasted no time blasting that weakening yellow energy from its eyes right into the Geodude's wide gaze.

"Dude!" The Geodude rolled back and covered its face with its shaking hands, but it was too late. It had taken the full effect.

Time to build some momentum of their own. "Okay, Nidoran!" Ash called. "Time to bring it down! Double kick!"

Growling, Nidoran dug itself out of the small wall of earth that pressed it to the pillar and charged right at the stunned Geodude. It slammed one stubby, yet powerful, hind leg right into the Geodude's back. Apparently that was where its rocklike kidneys were housed, as the Geodude immediately went stiff, inhaling sharply while its arms were reflexively thrust to either side.

But Nidoran wasn't done. It was called double kick for a reason, after all.

Ash and Nidoran had worked together to build up its speed and precision for that specific move, and all of that training was now paying off. Nidoran smoothly rolled over its back and shoulders to come up right in front of the Geodude and slammed another foot into the Geodude's grey cheek.

The Geodude's eyes bulged, and it fell over, its arms flailing.

No time to wait for it to recover. "Again!" Ash ordered. "Double kick!"

One foot slammed into the Geodude's forehead, roll, and another into the shoulder.

"Again!"

A kick to the bottom of its body, roll, and another to the top of the head.

"Again!"

A kick right between the eyes, but this time Nidoran didn't need to roll to line up another. There was a distinct, stony crack, like the sound of granite splitting, and the Geodude slumped back, its arms limp.

Ash couldn't keep from gasping. He had done it! He had won his first battle against a Gym Leader!

"Woohoo!" May cheered. "Way to go, champ!"

"Yes!" Yellow added, pumping her arms into the air. "Ash! Ash! Ash!"

Ash grinned, but it wasn't fair that he was getting all the praise. "Great going, Nidoran!" Ash called. "You did great!"

Though it was panting hard and still hurting, Nidoran lifted its head proudly. "Nidoran," it huffed in victory.

Then the Geodude dissolved into light that was recalled to its pokeball. "Well done," Brock called. "Nice recovery and comeback there."

Ash smiled proudly.

"But that was just the warmup. Your second opponent won't roll over nearly so easily." Brock then crossed both arms in front of his chest. "Let's go…Onyx!"

The tingling high that came from victory immediately collapsed. An Onix? He was going to have to fight an Onix?

Onixes were, like Geodudes, rock/ground types. But unlike Geodudes, they were massive serpents made out of living boulders, one of the largest, if not the largest Pokemon found in the Kanto region. An Onix would not be taken down so easily by a diminutive Nidoran's double kicks. Heck, it might not even feel them!

Nothing for it, then. It was time to use Tangela.

However, instead of hurling a pokeball that would release the Onix, Brock just kept standing there, arms crossed. Ash frowned. What was going on?

And then one of the six PokeGirls that sat chained to the braziers on either side of the ziggurat's steps stood up. She was tall, probably over six feet, with lean muscles rippling beneath her grey skin and long, silver hair tied back in a tight braid. Her sizeable bust strained the studded leather of her top, and her loincloth drew attention to the strong muscles of her thighs. Give her a horned helmet and an axe and one could easily mistake her for a Viking.

Grinning, she reached up to grab the chain latched onto the collar around her neck. There was a metallic clink, and the final link opened, freeing her. Tossing the chain aside, she crouched down and leapt.

When she came down in the center of the arena, the impact smashed a crater into the ground around her, and the shock of her landing blew dust and grit on all directions. Nidoran was swept off its feet and sent tumbling back.

The PokeGirl slowly rose, powerful arms held loosely to her sides, hands bunched up into crushing fists. Her silver eyes glowed with a malicious light, and her perfect teeth gleamed in a sadistic grin.

"Hey there," she called, her voice rough and husky. "Name's Onyx." She clenched her fists tighter, making the knuckles pop. "Are you ready to rock?"

…

May was quite beside herself.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, she had been sneaking glances at Brock's PokeGirls ever since they had entered the gym, as they were everything she could have ever wanted. They were tall. They were gorgeous. They had enormous tits. And they had magnificent muscles.

And now Ash was going to fight one of them directly.

May wanted it to be her. She wanted Onyx to sweep her up in those wonderful arms of hers and squeeze until the vertebrae slipped. She wanted to lie flat on her face while those big feet pressed her down from the back of her head. She wanted those long, thick fingers to close around her neck and squeeze until she saw spots.

"Want," she said, staring.

Yellow glanced over to her. "Want what?"

"Her!"

Misty inhaled slowly through her nose and exhaled out of her mouth. "May," she said. "Reign it in. Now is not the time!"

May ignored her. All of her focus was on the beautiful Amazonian warrior before her.

"Want," she said again as she rubbed the tops of her thighs together. Any longer and her hand was going to start slipping into her shorts and she would not bother to stop it. "Want!"

…

Ash's heart was beating fast. Facing an Onix would be a terrible challenge, one that even the doubly-advantaged Tangela would likely have trouble with.

But this? A PokeGirl? Oh, this was the worst-case scenario.

"Begin," Brock said. "Rock throw!"

Right! Nidoran was still in the ring! "Uh, Nidoran!" Ash hastily called out. "Do-"

Too late.

Onyx stomped one large foot down into the ground, Cracks shot out from the point of impact, and a chunk of solid earth the size of a television leapt up out of the ground. She reared back, muscles glistening in the spotlights, and slammed her palm right into the stone.

The stone shot through the air like a cannonball, bearing down onto poor Nidoran, who was too taken back to get out of the way.

It plowed right into the little purple warrior, knocking it sprawling.

"Nidoran!" Ash cried, aghast.

Nidoran's bruised body bounced once, twice, and three times across the stony ground before coming to rest against one of the rock columns. It didn't get up.

Heartbroken, Ash recalled the unconscious creature. Now he had no choice.

Moving with great reluctance, he took out Tangela's pokeball and expanded it in his palm. Looking down at the red-and-white sphere, he could see his own reflection gazing back, his gaunt face now even more worry-worn.

"Please," he begged. "Don't freak out. You can do this, I know you can!"

And with that, he threw.

The ball opened, and Tangela's life energies shot out. They collected on the battlefield, and the Terror of Viridian Forest appeared.

"Huh, that's a rarity," Onyx said, placing her hands on her hips and quirking an eyebrow. "Don't usually see one of those carried by a scrub."

Ash barely heard her. His focus was on Tangela, which was now standing up and examining its new environment. It looked this way, and then that way. "Tan?" it inquired.

And then it saw Onyx.

Seeing this, Onyx smirked, and then slammed her fist into her opposite palm.

Come on, hold it together! Ash silently begged. Hold it-

Tangela did not hold it together.

"TAN!" it shrieked before spinning on its heel and fleeing the battlefield, leaving Onyx standing stupefied behind it. "TANTANTANTANTANTAN!"

Ash sighed. "Darn it," he muttered, and recalled Tangela.

"What was that?" Brock demanded from the other end of the battlefield. "Kid, can you control your Pokemon or not?"

Ouch.

"I'm sorry, but Tangela's got this fear of PokeGirls!" Ash called back. "I thought we had gotten it over it, but-"

"You're using a Pokemon that's scared of PokeGirls and brought it into my gym without telling me?" Brock said. "Ash, most Gym Leaders have PokeGirls on hand, sometimes just as attendants! Misty, didn't you warn him?"

"I don't visit other gyms very often," Misty grumbled. "And I don't have any PokeGirls in my gym. It just didn't occur to me, and I especially didn't expect you to bring one out."

Brock sighed. "Well, if your Pokemon can't compete, and if you don't have any on hand as a substitute, then I'm sorry, but that constitutes an automatic forfeit."

Ash winced. Man, this day was just getting better and better. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'll go," he said, holding up his palms. "I'll go see if I can-"

"I'll do it!"

A pin being dropped at the entrance could hypothetically be heard all the way at the ziggurat, such was the silence that enveloped the gym. No one spoke. No one moved. All with stunned.

Except for one person.

"I'll fight her! Let me!"

Grimacing, Ash slowly turned around, back toward his friends.

Misty was staring bug-eyed while Yellow had her head tilted in curiosity as May jumped up and down, waving her hand around like an over-eager student wanting to be called upon by a teacher.

"I volunteer! I volunteer! Let me fight her!"

Misty inhaled through clenched teeth. "May," she hissed. "Shut up!"

May ignored her. "Come on, let me in on this!"

Then Brock finally spoke. "No!" he said. "Absolutely not!"

"Why not?" May cried, aghast. "I've wanted this my whole life! Come on, just one fight?"

"May," Misty said. "Seriously. Stop."

Sitting back down, Brock pressed a hand to his forehead in exasperation. "All right, look: I'm willing to overlook all the rules…and some laws that you're breaking because of your circumstances, but this is a bridge too far! I'm not having an illegally caught PokeGirl fight in my gym, especially not one that's the daughter of another region's Gym Leader! Do you have any idea how much trouble I can get into?"

"How would they even find out?" Onyx wondered. "I mean, gyms are kind of left to handle their own affairs, and it's not like we have to report anything to the League."

"That's beside the point, Onyx! Besides, I'm not having you fight a kid!"

"Please!" May rushed up onto the challenger's platform, practically barreling past Ash, to grip onto the railing. "Please, please, please, please! I swear nobody will find out! Make it a lights' out match, have me sign a waiver, I don't care. Just one fight!"

"May, get a grip!" Misty cried. "I barely managed to keep Ash and me from getting booted from the League! Don't ruin it!"

"Please!" May was now practically throwing herself over the railing, hands clasped pleadingly.

Onyx chuckled. "You might as well give her what she wants, Brock. I mean, in for a penny, am I right?"

"No," Brock said sternly. "And aren't you supposed to back me up?"

Rolling her eyes, Onyx looked to the children. "Just give me one sec," she said, raising a finger.

Then she turned around and leapt, bounding all the way up to the top of the ziggurat in only a few jumps. Once there, she leaned over and whispered something into Brock's ear. Brock listening intently and whispered back.

As they conversed, Ash just continued to watch May. She had sunk down to her knees and had her hands clasped in front of her, her head bowed and eyes squeezed shut. She was clearly praying, praying that she would be allowed to fight a PokeGirl over twice her age, double her size, one several times stronger and more experienced than her, and with a type advantage at that! Even if by some miracle she managed to eke out a win, there would be no chance of escaping without taking a beating.

Ash did not understand her. He just did not understand her.

Then Onyx straightened up, and Brock sighed.

"All right, one match," he said.

"What," Misty said flatly.

"YES!" May pumped her arms and danced around in a circle in celebration. "Thank you!

"Wait, hold on a minute!" Ash ran off the platform over to Misty. "Misty, c'mon! I can't use May like that! She's your PokeGirl, talk some sense into her!"

Misty didn't say anything.

"Misty, come on!" Ash begged. "She'll just get hurt!"

Misty silently looked from him over to May, who was standing with her hands clasped, eyes pleading, mouth stuck out in a pout. She then looked back to Ash.

Ash did not like the looked in her eyes at all. "Uh, Misty?"

Then the young Gym Leader sighed. "Go ahead and use her."

"WHAT?"

"YES!" May leapt on high, fist punching the air in celebration. "Red, you're the best!"

Ash did not share Misty's enthusiasm. "Misty, what's wrong with you?" he cried. "I can't use May! Onyx is going to destroy her!"

"Not if I destroy her first!" May retorted.

"Ash, just…" Misty let out a low growl. "She's been on this longer than I've known you. If anything will knock some sense into her, it'll be this!"

"But-" Ash looked back to May. "What if-"

Grinning, May rushed over to sweep Ash up in a big, spine-cracking embrace. "Looks like you got yourself a sub-in, champ!" she said. "Try not to break me!"

"Break you?" Ash gasped as his back popped. "You're the one breaking me!"

"Oops!" May set Ash down with an apologetic wince. "Sorry!"

Ash winced as he eased his spine back into place. "May, are you sure about this?" he said, swinging his arms and shoulders back and forth to loosen the muscles. "The only time I ever called one of your battles was when we were Pokemon hunting, and that went all over the place!"

"More then anything," May said. Then she got serious. "Ash, look a me. I want this. I want this more than anything. I can take it. I just need you to be there with me."

What did I do to deserve this? Ash silently lamented. He let out a long, resigned sigh. "Okay, I guess. But-"

Then May unzipped her shirt.

"Uh, wait," Onyx said, one eyebrow askew. "Kid, what are you doing?"

May excitedly shook her shirt off her shoulders and arms and tossed it aside. "What's it look like?" she said as she wiggled out of her skirt and shorts. "This is a PokeGirl fight, isn't it?"

"That's not really necessary," Brock called.

Now naked aside from her shoes and bandanna, May hurled the rest of her clothing over her shoulder and folded her arms. "I say it is! And hey, Onyx? You are way overdressed for this!"

Onyx blinked.

Then she grinned.

And then she laughed.

"Okay, you know what?" she said. "I like you, kid! You're nuts, but it's my kind of nuts!"

"Onyx," Brock said. "You don't have to-"

Onyx reached behind her back to unclip her studded bikini top and pulled it away, freeing her bountiful breasts. Then she undid the iron belt holding up her loincloth and removed it, baring her crotch.

Up on the ziggurat, the other PokeGirls started hooting and whistling while Brock sighed, burying his face into his palm.

"Hubba-bubba," May said, staring. "Badonka-doodle-doo."

Misty threw her hands into the air. "That's it!" she declared as she headed back to Brock's office. "I'm out! I'm not watching this!"

"I am!" Yellow hurried up to the challenger's platform next to Ash. "This is great!"

May grinned. "Finally," she whispered. "Finally!" Then she looked over to Ash, who was staring slack-jawed at Onyx. "Tongue back in your mouth, champ!" she said, elbowing him in the side. "I need you to run the show!"

Ash shook himself out of his trance. "Um, right! But May, are you-"

"Sure about this? Heck yes, I am!" May vaulted over the railing onto the battlefield. "This is my dream!"

…

This was it. This was finally it.

May had wanted this her whole life. Tape after tape of PokeGirl battles had been watched and rewatched, to the point that some had been ruined. Day after day was spent in her dad's gym, hoping to see Kris and Lyra in action, hoping that her dad's challenger might use another PokeGirl against them. So many PokeGirl battles she had enviously watched from afar, wishing that she could be those girls or be up against those girls.

Even after becoming a PokeGirl herself, she had known that she wouldn't be able to live out her dreams fully, both because of who she was and her young age. She had to content with fighting wild Pokemon, while dreaming of the day that she could throw off her shackles and expose herself openly.

But now she was here, standing naked upon an actual battlefield, staring across at another PokeGirl, ready to do battle.

And oh sweet flames of Moltres, what an opponent!

Onyx was, to put it simply, a mountain of sexiness. She had the kind of thighs May had only dreamed of having her head squeezed in between, long and powerful legs perfect for stepping on her enemies, abs perfect for grating your face against, arms that could probably lift her above Onyx's head one-handed, and boobs that May wanted to bury herself in until she suffocated.

She was a beautiful Amazonian warrior, and though May fully knew that she was probably about to have her naked ass kicked, she was going to enjoy every single erotic, painful, and wonderful second of it.

Not that she intended to just roll over and let Onyx spank her (well, maybe after). May fully intended to fight with every excited fiber of her being. Ash's badge was on the line, after all. And the fight was the whole reason for it.

Oh, yes. The fight. A hot, sweaty fight, full of naked flesh pounding on flesh. May could already feel the wetness starting to seep down the insides of her thighs.

This was going to be good.

"You know, this may not be the smartest thing in the world," Onyx said to her. "I mean, I'm twice your age, over four times your size, can probably bench press you and all of your friends at the same time, and fight other PokeGirls all the time. You do know you're probably going to get hurt, right?"

May almost swooned. Oh, her voice was so hot! So deep and husky, like malt beer. "Oh, yes. Just keep talking like that."

Onyx made a face. "I'm just turning you on even more, aren't I?"

In answer, May reached down and spread her pussy lips with her fingers, letting the juices dribble all over her fingertips.

"Uh, wow. Okay." Onyx blinked. "You're kind of a freak, aren't you?"

That was the second time in the last couple of days May had been called a freak. When Gary had done it, she had wanted nothing more than to roast that insufferable smirk right off of his face.

But coming from Onyx, it felt more like a promise of things to come. And yes, it only turned her on even more.

Than Brock called out, "Are we ready to begin already?" He sounded irritated.

Onyx sighed. "Sorry, Brock," she called over her shoulder. "Just giving her one last chance to fold."

"Oh, I better be folded before this is over," May said as she spread her legs in a fighter's stance and held up her fists. "Folded between those big, meaty thighs of yours!"

"May, concentrate!" Ash called.

Onyx blinked. "Uh, yeah. I don't think you really get this whole 'taunting' thing. See, you're supposed to-"

"Begin!" Brock called. "Onyx, rock slide!"

"May, dodge!"

Now, dodge technically wasn't an actual move, but it was a perfectly legitimate command, especially since Onyx simply bunched the fingers of her right hand into a fist and slammed it into the side of a stone pillar. A crack split the pillar all the way up to the top, which then shattered, stone chunks raining down.

Right on top of May.

Or, it would have, had she not leapt out of the way just in time. She rolled over her shoulder and came up in a crouch, her heart beating and pussy leaking. Oh, this was living!

"Rock throw!"

Onyx lifted up a pair of stone chunks, each the size of May's head. She smirked.

"May!" Ash cried. "Get out-"

"On it!"

May ducked, dodged, and ran her way through the battlefield, taking cover behind pillars and boulders as Onyx hurled stone after stone at her, each one just barely missing her.

She darted to the relative safety behind a particularly large stone plateau. Pressing her back against the rock wall, she listened intently for her opponent's approach.

Oh, this was something else. Her heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was trying to hammer its way out of her chest, and she was panting both from the rush of adrenaline and from arousal.

May honestly had never been so turned on in her life, and that was saying something.

Then she glanced down. Wow, she was just leaking all over the place, wasn't she?

May bit her lower lip. This really wasn't the time to indulge in her baser instincts, but surely a couple of seconds couldn't hurt? This was the most turned-on that she had ever been, and it would be a shame to waste it. Besides, it could be argued that her heightened state of arousal was an even greater distraction than taking care of it would be!

Squeezing a breast with one hand, she reached down with the other to press her fingers against her burning sex.

"May, snap out of it! Above you!"

Uh-oh.

May leapt to one side just as Onyx slammed down right where she had been standing hard enough to crack the ground, missing her by mere inches.

Panting, May looked up to see Onyx glaring down at her in irritation. "Okay, kid," she growled. "Enough's enough. If you're going to stop to masturbate, then there's no way you're-"

"Smokescreen!" Ash cried.

Without hesitation May thrust her leg out, the edge of her shoe kicking up sparks as it scraped around the ground. A torrent of black smoke shot out, enveloping Onyx's face.

When it cleared, Onyx's head and shoulders were covered with soot. She blinked, her eyes a pair of islands of white in a sea of black.

"Leer!"

May had no problem with that! Gathering up her power, she channeled it through her eyes, shooting a blast of weakening energy right into Onyx's confused visage.

Onyx blinked again. Then she sighed and ran a hand down her face, wiping off some of the soot.

"Blaze kick!" Ash shouted.

May drew her legs back and kipped up. Then she did what she had been wanting to do since Onyx had taken the field for the first time: charge right at the beautiful, buff body. She leapt into the air and came down at Onyx's head, one leg forward. Her foot burst into flames, its flaming sole targeting Onyx's soot-smeared nose.

Then Brock said in a calm, almost resigned tone, "Counter."

Onyx's hand snapped up, seizing May by the calf. Her fingers completely encircled her leg, and she was stopped cold in midair.

"Huh?" May said.

"Seriously?" Onyx said in disbelief, as she continued to hold May aloft by one leg like a baton. "You're a fire type? All this, and you have a type disadvantage? The hell is wrong with you?"

Then Brock said, "Constrict."

What happened next was a memory May was going to treasure until her dying day. Which, given how much it hurt, felt a whole lot nearer than it had previously.

Onyx pulled her in and wrapped both arms around Misty's chest, arms, and shoulders. She pressed the pubescent PokeGirl against her glorious bosom, May's slender body fitting neatly between the older woman's breasts.

May gasped, more from surprise and joy than from pain. Was this really happening? Was she really getting embraced by arms the size of her waist against tits the size of her head? Oh, if only this moment could last forever, then May would want for nothing.

And then Onyx began to squeeze.

The air was forced from May's body, keeping her from even crying out. Her legs kicked uselessly while her bones popped and her spine was pressed against into her lungs.

It hurt. It hurt more than she ever could have imagined. She felt like she was getting crushed by a trash compactor, that she was getting squished into paste. It hurt more than getting bitten and blasted by that Sableye had, more than anything she had ever encountered.

And it was wonderful!

May wanted to be squeezed tighter, to be choked unconscious by her sexy mountain's thighs, to have Onyx sit on her face or step on her crotch.

"May!" she heard Misty cry out. Oh, so she had returned. That was nice.

"Flame wheel!" Ash called frantically. "Or whatever! Set yourself on fire!"

Oh, right. This was supposed to be a fight.

Though May could see black spots forming around her vision, she dug into the wellspring of her power and pulled out as much as she could.

May's body burst into flames, covering her from head to toe. Her darkening vision suddenly lit up with a hazy wall of red, and she smelled what could only be described as cooking flesh.

Then the fire cleared, and Onyx was still staring at her. Her grey skin was now a shade of pink and steam was rising from her, but she was still holding on.

Onyx sighed. "I've literally taken fire blasts at point-blank range," she said. "Does type resistance mean nothing to you?"

Then, just as May had wanted, Onyx squeezed harder.

May felt her torso collapsing in on itself. Her head was thrown back, her tongue flopping out of her mouth as the pressure tightened and tightened and tightened and-

Then a wildfire of pleasure burned through her body.

Onyx blinked, and she released the pressure on May's torso. May slumped bonelessly in her arms, her head lolling to one side as she weakly tried to take in a full breath. Off in the distance, she could hear both Ash and Misty yelling something, but it all seemed so far away.

"Did you…Did you just seriously cum all over my belly?" Onyx asked.

Still panting, May managed a small nod.

"Good grief." Now Onyx honestly looked concerned. "Kid, what is up with you?"

Then Brock shouted, "Submission!"

Oh, that couldn't be good.

"Well, better make this quick!" Onyx grabbed May with both hands, one holding her by the neck, the other by the butt, and held her limp body up over the stony warrior's head.

As May stared up at the ceiling, just cognizant enough to realized what was about to happen, she managed a small smile. Yes, please.

Onyx brought May down over her shoulders and pulled, bending her spine over her muscular neck. May nearly blacked out from ecstasy right then and there.

"Back break!" Brock ordered.

Back break? Did he mean brick break? Or maybe-

Onyx dropped May down across her knee, spine first.

Nope, back break!

May tried to move but found a strange disconnect between her brain and the rest of her body. She could still feel her feet and wiggle her toes, so nothing was (probably) broken, though she was pretty sure that she heard something crack.

"Ready to give in, kid?" Onyx said.

May blinked her eyes several times, trying to make the various Onyxes currently circling over her collect into a single Onyx.

Then she grinned, and shook her head.

"Oh my God," Onyx said, shaking her head. She shrugged. "Well, you've got spirit. Not a lot of brains, but you got spirit."

Then, before May realized what she intended, Onyx reached over with one large hand and grabbed onto May's groin.

And she squeezed.

May let out a gasp of delight as her eyes rolled back into her head. She almost blacked out from happiness right then and there.

"Figured I'd give you a little something special before I put you down," Onyx said as she fingered May's pussy. "But don't take this as encouragement. I still think you're a dumbass for letting yourself get caught so young."

"Mmmmppphhhh!" May's body went stiff as a particularly pleasurable spark surged through her. "N-No re-gr-r-rets!"

"Don't speak too soon."

"Piledriver!" Brock called.

Piledriver? That was a new one. What did piledriver do?

Then Onyx stood up, carrying May under one arm as easily as if she weighed nothing more than a doll.

Then, still holding her with her arm around May's stomach, Onyx held her upside-down in front of her belly, so that May was looking out with her head pressed back against Onyx's crotch while her legs were draped over Onyx's shoulders. Her head was already spinning, but the sudden inversion only disoriented her further.

She blinked again, and some of the blur cleared up so she could see the challenger's platform. Ash and Yellow were still there, both of them leaning over the railing as they yelled something. Misty was there too, gripping her head with both hands as she joined in with the yelling. All three seemed upset.

Huh, what had gotten into them?

Then May went rigid once again when Onyx took one sausage-sized finger and stuck it right into May's pussy.

"There, one for the road," Onyx said, giving it a quick pump. The sides of her thighs pressed in around May's head, holding it tight.

May whimpered in happiness. It was everything she could ever have wanted.

And then Onyx dropped to her ass.

…

A/N: In hindsight, I should've just left Brock and Roll for the chapters actually having to do with the gym, and had the last two installments be their own thing. Oh well.

Anyway, faster update this time, since it's basically the part I chopped off from the last one, completed and expanded. I was going to finish Pewter City all in one go, but damn, these chapter lengths are getting out of hand. I know y'all said that you like long chapters, but I think that last one took a lot out of all of us. And this one still ended up being forty pages. Something to work on, I guess.

And finally, obviously a very different take on Brock. This one's older, never got walked out on by his parents, has plenty of help at home, and gets laid pretty much on a daily basis. So, good for him!