And that's why both Charmeleon and Scyther had to rest in their Poké Balls.
I knew that my coordination with Scyther was still low. But it would just take more time, more battles, and some nights of special training.
But one thing was certain. We would improve, and soon we'd be moving as one too.
Thinking that, I stepped through the automatic doors of the Pewter City Pokémon Center, Eevee trotting at my side.
Nurse Joy stood behind the counter, her bright pink hair and crisp white uniform instantly familiar, just like the one I had seen back in Viridian City when I registered for the league. Warm. Calm. Welcoming. She even looked exactly the same, just like in the anime.
"Good afternoon! How can I help you?" she asked.
"Chansey," came a soft voice beside her.
A Chansey stepped forward immediately, ready to assist.
"Can you check these three Pokémon, please?" I said as I stepped closer, handing over Scyther's Poké Ball first, then Charmeleon's. Then I recalled Eevee as well and placed her Luxury Ball on the counter.
After everything we'd been through, I wasn't taking any chances. If there was even a minor injury, Nurse Joy would handle it quickly with her experience and advanced medical technology.
And it was all free too, just like in the anime.
"Of course. We'll have them back to full health shortly," she replied with a gentle nod.
Chansey carefully took the tray with the Poké Balls and carried it toward the back.
I sank into one of the lobby chairs and let out a long breath I felt like I had been holding since Viridian Forest. My entire team was exhausted, but we had made it.
Now it was time to rest, recover, and prepare for what came next: the Pewter City Gym.
Just as I was waiting, I noticed a kid rushing inside the Pokémon Center. He was wearing a red cap and clutching a Pikachu in his arms. The Pokémon looked badly hurt and barely conscious.
"Pikachu... please..." the boy said as he ran to the counter.
I stood up immediately, concern rising in my chest.
Nurse Joy looked up the moment they arrived. Her calm expression sharpened with focus.
"Chansey!" she called.
A Chansey appeared at once.
The boy reached the counter, breathing hard. "Please... will Pikachu be okay?"
Nurse Joy gave a quick nod. "We'll take care of it."
Chansey carefully took Pikachu and hurried toward the back room.
The boy still stood there, staring after them. "It... it will be okay, right?"
I walked closer to him and asked quietly, "What happened?"
The boy looked at me, still breathing hard.
"I... I lost," he said, voice shaking. "In a battle. His Steelix was too strong.."
He tightened his fists.
"My Pikachu got hurt because I didn't step back in time... I should've surrendered fast and protected it better."
I frowned slightly. "Who was it?" I asked.
"It was Brock.." the boy muttered, staring down at the floor as if the tiles themselves had defeated his Pikachu. "The Pewter City Gym Leader."
I let out a slow breath while thinking...Gym Leaders in this world really don't mess around.
Back in the anime, Brock had always felt like a fairly straightforward first obstacle. Strong, sure, but still someone most protagonists eventually overcame without too much trouble.
Reality was different.
Much different.
If Brock was already using a Pokémon like Steelix against trainers going for their very first badge, that alone said a lot.
Gym Leaders here weren't simply handing out badges to anyone who showed up.
They were experienced trainers whose job was to determine whether challengers were actually ready to continue their journeys.
And from the sound of it, Brock took that responsibility very seriously.
Looks like earning that first badge won't be nearly as easy as I thought.
The boy remained quiet for a moment before speaking again. As we talked, I learned his name was Kaito.
Over the next half hour, he told me about how his challenge against Brock had gone.
Most of it came back to the same problem. Brock's Steelix had completely overwhelmed his Pikachu and Pidgey. It had shrugged off their attacks, controlled the pace of the battle, and capitalized on every mistake.
But I learned more than that.
For starters, Pewter Gym used a 2-on-2 format for trainers with zero badges.
Brock clearly didn't hold back just because someone was new, and from everything Kaito described, the Gym Leader seemed more interested in testing challengers than simply handing out badges.
I offered a few thoughts of my own and shared some advice. Before long, the conversation drifted away from the loss itself and toward training, traveling, difficult battles, and the lessons that came from mistakes along the way.
By the time we finished, Kaito looked a lot less defeated than when we'd first met.
Then a familiar cheerful voice echoed through the Pokémon Center lobby.
"Gil! Your Pokémon are completely healed and ready to go!"
I stood immediately.
"Looks like this is where we part ways."
After wishing Kaito good luck, I headed to the counter, collected my Poké Balls, and made my way toward one of the training fields behind the Pokémon Center.
Three flashes of light appeared one after another.
Eevee landed first and immediately trotted over to my side, her fluffy tail swaying with a playful bounce.
While, her big, bright eyes sparkled as she looked up at me.
"Vee-" The soft sound was warm and sweet, like she was happy to be close again...
Next came Charmeleon. She stepped out with a lazy stretch, raising her arms high above her head.
Her smooth orange body arched nicely, showing off the strong curves and toned build she had gained after evolving. A low, satisfied "Charrr-" rolled from her throat.
She looked more than ready for battle.
Finally, Scyther appeared beside her, blades gleaming beneath the lights. All her injuries were gone now, though I could still see a few faint signs of the battle she'd fought earlier.
I crouched down so I was eye-level with all three of them.
"Alright, listen up."
Three pairs of eyes immediately locked onto me.
"Pewter Gym will be a 2-on-2 battle. That means only two of you will be entering the match."
Eevee's ears perked up instantly, and her fluffy tail began swishing excitedly behind her. The little fox looked completely convinced she was about to be chosen.
"I'm taking Charmeleon and Scyther."
"Vee"
The wagging stopped at once.
Her tail slowly drooped, followed by her ears.
I couldn't help smiling as I reached down and gently scratched behind them.
"Don't be sad. You're amazing, and you know it."
Her tail gave a small hopeful wag.
"But Brock uses Rock and Steel-types. Charmeleon's Fire-type attacks and Scyther's speed give us our best chance. Right now, that's the strongest team I can put on the field."
Eevee pouted for a second before eventually leaning into my hand.
"Vee~♡"
I chuckled.
"You'll get your turn soon..."
Then my attention shifted to Scyther.
Her posture immediately grew more focused.
I took a few minutes to go over her last battle against Lara's Meganium, pointing out several moments where she had relied too heavily on instinct instead of working with me. Trainers' battles are different from fighting in the wild. Timing, coordination, and trust between trainer and Pokémon mattered just as much as strength.
To her credit, Scyther listened seriously.
There was no irritation or resistance this time.
Only concentration.
By the end of it, she gave a firm nod, making it clear she understood exactly what I was trying to say.
A grin spread across my face.
That was all I needed.
I stood back up and looked toward the direction of Pewter Gym.
"Let's go win our first badge."
"Vee!"
"Charrr!"
"Scy!"
-x-X-x-
The Pewter City Gym was nothing like the small building from the anime. It was a huge Rock-type Gym.
The Gym space was open but fully enclosed, lit by soft artificial lights and a faint natural glow from the stone walls.
And the battlefield was made of solid ground mixed with scattered rocks and uneven stone formations, designed specifically for Rock-type battles.
It wasn't chaotic or unstable, just naturally rough terrain that favored strong, grounded Pokémon.
While high above the battlefield, spectator areas were carved into the rock where people could safely watch the matches.
Overall, the Gym felt strong, simple, and grounded, built for raw power battles rather than flashy arenas.
And at the far end of the field stood Brock...
He was an adult: tall, with a solid, well-built frame. Broad shoulders, defined arms, and a strong chest from years of training, but not overly bulky.
Just the right amount of muscle that showed he was no pushover. His eyes were closed in that calm, signature expression, a small confident smile on his face.
Around his neck hung a simple chain holding a glowing Key Stone, probably for his Steelix's Mega Evolution, though I wasn't completely sure.
And as for me, I stood on the challenger's side with Eevee right beside me. She looked up at the battlefield with big, excited eyes, her tail swishing back and forth.
A referee stepped forward and took position between us, standing at the side with his flag raised.
"Challenger Gil Crest is challenging Gym Leader Brock for the Boulder Badge," he announced clearly. "Since Gil has zero badges, this will be a 2-on-2 battle. The challenger can switch Pokémon freely. The Gym Leader cannot switch Pokémon. Mega Evolution and other special powers are not permitted for the Gym Leader, but the challenger may use them. Understood?"
I nodded. "Understood."
Brock's calm smile didn't change. "Ready when you are, Gil."
I took a breath, feeling the weight of the moment. Eevee gave a soft "Vee-" of encouragement beside me, her warm little body pressing briefly against my ankle.
I looked at Brock and gave a small nod.
The instant my head dipped, Brock's voice rang out, steady and full of confidence.
"Golem, let's go!"
He threw the Poké Ball in one smooth, practiced arc. It spun through the air before bursting open in a brilliant flash of white light.
The ground trembled as Golem materialized with a deep, rumbling "Goooolem!"
Its massive boulder-like body landed heavily, shaking the dirt beneath our feet.
Thick, rugged rocky armor covered its powerful frame, and its thick arms and legs stood planted like ancient pillars. The Pokémon looked like a living mountain: slow, unstoppable, and impossibly solid.
I took a steadying breath, heart pounding with a quiet thrill as I stared at the towering Golem. Without hesitation, I pulled out my own Poké Ball and threw it forward.
"Scyther, I choose you!"
'The ball spun through the air and burst open in a brilliant flash of light.
Scyther emerged in a graceful, ready stance, her sleek green exoskeleton gleaming under the light.
Her body was lean and built for speed, every movement looking light but sharp.
Her scythe-like arms caught the glow with a dangerous edge, while her wings stayed neatly folded behind her back, ready to burst open at any moment.
She looked fast, fierce, and beautiful in a dangerous way, like a living blade made for battle. Every small movement in her stance showed control, speed, and confidence.
"Scyther!" she cried, her voice sharp and eager, already buzzing with anticipation.
From the sideline, Eevee cheered excitedly, "Vee! Vee!"
Brock didn't waste a second.
"Golem, Defense Curl!" he commanded, his voice calm but firm.
Golem pulled its thick limbs in close. A faint light spread across its rocky body, then slowly faded as its defense tightened, like stone compressing into an even harder shell.
The massive Pokémon seemed even more unbreakable now, like a fortress braced for impact.
I clenched my fists, refusing to fall behind. "Scyther, Quick Attack!"
Scyther shot forward in a vibrant green blur, slicing through the air like a living blade, sharp and unstoppable. Her speed left a faint rush of wind in her path, a high-pitched "Scy!" trailing behind her.
"Rock Slide!" Brock countered.
Golem slammed its heavy fists into the ground with a thunderous "Goooolem!" The arena trembled as sharp stones burst from the ceiling and walls, raining down like a rocky avalanche toward Scyther.
"Double Team!" I shouted quickly.
Scyther split into several shimmering copies with a chorus of overlapping "Scy! Scy! Scy...", darting between the falling boulders with incredible speed. She weaved through the chaos, each copy taking a hit and vanishing in a puff of dust, while the real one closed in on Golem. Rocks smashed into her illusions, exploding into clouds of dust and debris.
Eevee's voice cut through the din. "Ee-vwee!" a cheer, urging her on.
As Scyther closed the distance, I saw my opening.
"Now!" I shouted. "Brick Break!"
Scyther's eyes sharpened instantly.
Her right scythe began to glow with a pale white light as energy gathered along the blade, like it was being sharpened by raw force.
Then...
She burst out of the swirling dust cloud in a green streak, letting out a sharp "Scyyy!"
CLANG.
The moment her scythe hit, a sharp shockwave rippled outward. The rocky surface of Golem's body dented at the point of impact, dust and tiny stone fragments flying off like sparks.
Golem's massive frame jolted with a deep rumble, but it still didn't move even an inch.
Its eyes narrowed.
"Mega Punch!" Brock called, his voice calm and steady.
The moment the command left his lips, Golem surged forward.
It was no longer slow or heavy like before, its entire body shifted with sudden burst-like speed. One massive arm pulled back, the fist tightening as a pale white energy formed around it, wrapping the rock like a compressed shock of force.
Then it came forward.
Fast.
Straight.
Like a hammer made of moving stone.
I reacted instantly.
"Scyther, dodge it!"
But it was already too late.
Scyther had just started to pull back, wings buzzing hard as she tried to slip away with a desperate "Scy...", but Golem closed the gap in an instant.
The glowing stone fist connected.
CRACK...!
It hit like a solid wall of iron crashing into her side.
"Scy...!"
She cried out sharply as the impact tore through her mid-air movement.
Her body jerked violently, as she was thrown backward, spinning through the air before crashing into one of the jagged rock formations rising from the battlefield.
Stone shattered on impact with a sickening crunch, and she dropped down toward the ground below as dust burst into the air.
For a moment, everything went still.
"Scyther!" I yelled, my voice cracking.
Eevee let out a horrified "Vee?!", her tiny form tense as she watched.
Then Scyther's wings twitched once... then again. A weak, shuddering "Scy...
ther..." emerged from the dust.
Slowly, she forced herself upright, her legs shaking as she struggled to find her balance.
Dust still clung to her sleek green body, and her breathing came in sharp, strained bursts, each one a faint, broken "Scy... Scy.."
My chest tightened painfully as I watched her push through the pain. I reached for her Poké Ball, ready to call her back.
"Scyther, return.."
But before I could, she shook her head fiercely. Her sharp eyes locked onto mine with pure determination, cutting me off with a strained but firm "Scy...ther!"
She wasn't done. Not yet.
I stopped, my heart caught between pride and worry.
"You sure?" I asked softly.
Scyther gave a firm nod. Despite the visible bruises and damage on her body, her scythe arms lifted again, steady and ready.
Across the field, Brock smiled...
"Impressive spirit," he said.
I nodded back at Scyther, trusting her completely. "Alright... Scyther, let's do this. Start with Quick Attack again.."
Before I could finish, Scyther shot forward in a green blur, a sharp "Scy!" cutting through the air.
"Rock Slide!" Brock ordered.
Golem responded instantly. It rumbled and slammed its fists into the ground.
Sharp stones once again rained down from above.
"Scyther, dodge them and keep moving!" I shouted, my voice tight.
Scyther weaved through the falling rocks, each movement marked by a sharp "Scy! Scy!" Her wings buzzed as she slipped between the attacks, her body a green blur across the battlefield. She avoided all the stones and kept closing in.
"Now, Brick Break!" I yelled.
Scyther brought her scythe down hard with a sharp "Scyther!"
CLANG.
The strike slammed into Golem's rocky armor, sending another grinding shock through its body. This time, the giant Pokémon staggered back a step, a deep "Goooh..." of pain escaping it as it struggled to hold its ground.
Brock stayed composed and said, "Golem, finish it: Mega Punch!"
Golem's heavy fist rocketed forward again, glowing with concentrated power.
But this time, Scyther was ready.
"Dodge left, spin behind it!" I commanded.
She reacted instantly.
Her wings snapped mid-air as she twisted sharply to the side, slipping just past the incoming punch. With a quick spin in the air, she repositioned behind Golem in a smooth, controlled arc.
A confident "Scy!" escaped her as she moved.
"Brick Break again!"
No hesitation.
Scyther drove her scythe down into Golem's exposed side.
CRACK!
The impact landed cleanly, and Golem's massive body jolted forward from the hit, a heavy groan escaping it as it struggled to hold its ground.
"Goooolem!" it roared in frustration, its frame trembling from the repeated blows.
Eevee bounced at the sidelines, voice ringing out with pure excitement. "Eevee! Eevee!"
"Don't let up, keep attacking!" I ordered.
Scyther became a green blur again. "Scy! Scy! Scy!" she called out as she repositioned after each pass, striking again and again with Brick Break on the follow-through.
Each hit forced Golem back a little more, its movements growing slower and heavier. Its breathing turned rough, a strained "Gole... gole..." as it tried to keep up.
Brock's eyes remained calm, but his tone shifted slightly.
"Hold your ground, Golem... don't lose balance," he said steadily. "Mega Punch, now!"
"Double Team!"
Scyther split into several copies in an instant. "Scy! Scy! Scyther!" their voices echoed together, circling and confusing the exhausted Golem.
It swung wildly, but its heavy fists cut through empty air.
The real Scyther slipped through the gap.
"Now, finish it! Brick Break!"
The true Scyther struck with everything she had left, her voice a final, fierce
"SCYTHERRR!"
Her scythe slammed into Golem's chest with a thunderous CLANG.
"Gooo...lem..." it groaned, its massive body shuddering.
Then it toppled backward with a heavy, earth-shaking THUD, finally collapsing onto the battlefield.
Silence filled the Gym...
The referee watched for a few seconds, making sure Golem wasn't getting back up. Then his flag shot into the air. "Golem is unable to battle! The winner is Scyther!"
A cheer escaped Eevee immediately. "Veeee!"
While, panting heavily, Scyther stood despite her injuries, wings buzzing faintly in victory. A soft, exhausted "Scy..." escaped her as she looked toward me, eyes shining with pain and pride.
I ran onto the field, Eevee right behind me with a joyful "Vee-vee!"
I caught Scyther as she swayed, carefully supporting her trembling frame. "You were incredible," I whispered. "Absolutely incredible."
She leaned into me, her breathing slowly easing, a quiet "Scy..." vibrating against my chest.
I gently recalled her in a warm red glow. "Rest now. You earned it."
Across the field, Brock finally spoke, his voice calm but approving.
"Good control," he said. "You kept your balance even under pressure."
"Thanks," I replied.
While carefully clipping Scyther's Poké Ball back onto my belt and making my way toward my side of the battlefield. My heart was still racing from the last fight, but a steady spark of excitement kept me moving.
Across the field, Brock picked up Golem's Poké Ball.
"Get some rest, Golem," he said, recalling the fallen Rock-type in a beam of red light.
He clipped the ball back onto his belt and looked across the battlefield at me, his calm smile never wavering.
"Ready for round two, Gil?"
I nodded, already reaching for the next Poké Ball on my belt.
"Ready."
My fingers closed around Charmeleon's ball as I took my position. The weight of it felt familiar and reassuring.
Brock reached for another Poké Ball. A hint of excitement slipped into his usually steady voice.
"Aerodactyl, let's go!"
He threw the ball high into the air. It burst open in a flash of white light.
"Aeroooo!"
A sharp, piercing cry echoed throughout the Gym.
Aerodactyl emerged with its leathery wings spread wide. It quickly climbed into the air and began circling above the battlefield, its powerful wings beating in a steady rhythm. Its shadow swept across the rocky terrain below.
My hand instantly froze around Charmeleon's Poké Ball.
Aerodactyl.
Rock and Flying.
And it was fast.
A lot faster than Charmeleon.
My original plan had been to save Charmeleon for Brock's second Pokémon. If he sent out Steelix, she would have the advantage.
But now Aerodactyl had appeared, and that plan was falling apart right in front of me.
A knot formed in my stomach.
Charmeleon would spend most of the battle trying to reach it while Aerodactyl attacked freely from above. And against a Rock-type, her Fire attacks wouldn't be nearly as effective as usual.
It was a bad matchup.
A really bad one.
My fingers tightened around the Poké Ball as my mind raced through every option I had.
Then my eyes drifted down to Eevee at my feet.
She was staring up at the circling Aerodactyl, ears raised high and tail flicking behind her. She clearly expected me to send out Charmeleon, just like I had planned at first.
But Eevee was different.
She had options.
A lot of them.
During our training over the past few years, she had slowly built a wide set of moves for almost every situation. Iron Tail could go head-on against Rock-types. Thunder Fang and Ice Fang could exploit Aerodactyl's Flying typing. Water Pulse and Energy Ball gave her reliable ranged options.
Though, they weren't as naturally powerful as a Pokémon that fully matched those types, and some required more effort and control to use properly...
But still, Eevee had flexibility.
Which Charmeleon simply didn't have...
And most importantly, she could adapt.
Brock glanced at the Poké Ball still in my hand, then down at Eevee.
For a brief moment, his eyes opened slightly. His smile widened as he studied the small Pokémon at my feet.
"You didn't expect Aerodactyl, did you?"
I looked over at him and nodded.
But, a slow grin tugged at my lips as I said, "Maybe not. But I'm still leaving with the Boulder Badge."
Brock's smile widened a little further.
"Confidence is important," he said calmly. "Let's see if you can back it up..."
I looked down at my partner.
Eevee met my gaze instantly, her bright brown eyes full of trust and excitement.
The moment our eyes met, she understood.
Her tail started wagging even faster, and something warm tightened in my chest. Looking at her eager expression and all that fluffy fur, I almost wanted to scoop her up and...
But that's for Later...
Right now, we had a battle to win.
A smile spread across my face as i said, "Eevee, I choose you!"
Her ears shot straight up.
"VEE!"
Without a moment's hesitation, she sprinted onto the battlefield, tail held high and excitement shining in every bounce of her steps.
The referee raised his flag high.
"The challenger has chosen Eevee! The Gym Leader has chosen Aerodactyl!"
His flag swung downward in one clean motion.
"Second battle... begin!"
-x-X-x-
As the referee's flag dropped, Brock's voice rang out, while the familiar rush of adrenaline tightened in my chest.
"Aerodactyl, Ancient Power."
Aerodactyl threw its head back with a high, piercing cry that echoed off the stone walls.
"Aerooo...!"
A deep purple glow spread across its rocky body like ancient power waking up.
The air around it warped and shimmered with heatless waves.
Jagged stones tore free from the battlefield floor with low, grinding rumbles, rising slowly while wrapped in that glowing purple light.
They spun in the air like forgotten relics pulled back into life.
Aerodactyl beat its wings hard. The rush of air hit my face as it roared again.
"Aeroo!"
The rocks launched forward in a deadly rain.
I didn't hesitate either. "Quick Attack, Eevee and use the rocks to climb toward
Aerodacty...!"
"Vee!"
Hearing my command, she burst forward in a brown blur of speed and grace.
Her little body twisted as she leaped onto the first rock, soft fur brushing the ancient stone for the briefest moment before she bounced to the next.
"Vee! Vee! Vee!"
Each sharp little cry came with every light, powerful hop. Her ears streamed back, tail lashing for balance.
The explosions chased her, but she was already gone, already leaping again with that fluid, captivating rhythm.
As the last stone began to fall, Eevee pushed off it and shot forward straight at Aerodactyl like a determined little missile.
"Aerodactyl, Crunch! Crush it and bring it down now!" Brock called out sharply.
Aerodactyl, the Rock Flying Pokémon, gathered dark energy into its massive jaws. Black and purple power swirled together as it opened wide, fangs glowing with a crushing, dangerous aura.
"Iron Tail, Eevee! Don't let it grab you, strike through it!" I shouted.
"Vee!"
Eevee twisted mid-air, her small body coiling with smooth control. Her tail, glowing with Steel-type energy, lit up in a bright silver shine, sharp like forged metal.
The collision came hard.
CLANGGG...
The sound exploded through the gym like a hammer striking steel. Sparks flew in every direction where her glowing tail met those dark fangs.
Eevee's small frame trembled as she pressed her form against the force.
She pushed back with everything she had, but Aerodactyl was bigger, heavier, and stronger.
And bit by bit she was getting pushed backward.
For a second, it looked like she might lose.
"Use its force and push off it!" I called.
At my voice, Eevee stopped pushing it.
Instead, she twisted with fluid grace and used Aerodactyl's own power as a springboard. She pushed herself upward in one smooth, beautiful motion...
Aerodactyl's mouth snapped shut on empty air.
Now she hovered right above it. Her ears were pinned flat against her head. Her eyes locked onto the target below with fierce focus.
A smile curled onto my lips.
One mistake, and those jaws could've crushed her soft little form, but this was my Eevee, my partner, and years of training had forged something unspoken between us, a rhythm deeper than thought, where instinct and trust moved as one.
My eyes met hers and gave a small, steady nod.
She responded instantly, focus sharpening, that familiar lightning flashing in her gaze.
"Now... THUNDER FANG!"
"Vee!"
Bright yellow lightning crackled to life around Eevee's mouth, forming two glowing electric fangs.
Then her small body cut through the wind in a clean arc, then descended with perfect timing, clamping down onto Aerodactyl's rocky back as she passed over it.
"Aerooo!" Aerodactyl roared in pain as electricity surged across its body. Its wings beat wildly, muscles locking up as paralysis set in. A weak "Dactyl..." escaped it as it struggled to stay airborne.
Eevee landed lightly on the ground with a proud "Vee!" and turned to face her opponent, breathing hard but standing tall.
Brock watched with calm, focused eyes. "Impressive," he said quietly.
The praise only lingered for a second... then the battle snapped right back into motion.
Aerodactyl surged forward again: Steel Wing crashing down in heavy arcs, Crunch flashing with dark energy, Ancient Power hurling rocks across the field, and Dragon Claw slicing through the air in fast, brutal swings...
Eevee also answered with everything she had: Quick Attack, she blurred forward, Double Team, fading copies split her path, Protect, just in time to block the hits, Thunder Fang, sparks with every bite, Water Pulse, spinning bursts to disrupt its rhythm, and Iron Tail, silver flashes striking again and again...
But even with her attacks and dodges, the nonstop pressure was catching up.
Her steps lost a little lightness. Her breathing grew heavier. Dust clung to her fur as her movements slowed just slightly...
Each exchange was taking more out of her.
But still, she pushed on, eyes burning with stubborn determination that only made her even more captivating in my eyes.
Aerodactyl dove once more, wings gleaming with Steel Wing. "Aerooo!"
"Now Eevee..." I shouted. "End it with Iron Tail!"
"Vee!"
She gathered herself on shaking legs, body coiling like a spring, then released in one powerful, beautiful motion. Her tail glowed with light as she met the larger Pokémon head-on in the air.
CLANG...
The impact rang out louder than before, sending a strong shock through the gym.
Eevee's full strength slammed into Aerodactyl's side and drove it down toward the ground.
"Aerooo!" The cry carried shock and pain at the same time.
THUD...
It hit the ground hard. The impact shook the battlefield. A thick cloud of dust burst up and spread across the area, filling the air with the smell of crushed stone.
For a long moment everything went quiet.
Aerodactyl stirred weakly. Its wings scraped against the floor with a gritty sound.
A low, strained "Aerro..." escaped it as it tried to rise...
But its strength failed completely. It slumped back down, motionless...
The referee's flag shot up at once.
"Aerodactyl is unable to battle! The winner is Eevee! Victory goes to the challenger, Gil Crest!"
"Vee."
Eevee stood in the slowly settling dust. Her small legs shook a little, but she kept her head up. Her tail stayed raised, showing quiet pride.
While she breathed in quick, soft pants, her eyes still shined with a happy, satisfied light as she looked back at me...
But then...
A young voice rang out from the viewing area. "No way... daddy lost?!"
Every head in the gym turned toward that young sound...
-><-
Moves Gil's Pokémon Currently Know:
--> Charmeleon
- Slash
- Ember
- Smokescreen
- Dragon Breath
- Flamethrower
- Iron Tail
--> Scyther
- Quick Attack
- Double Team
- Brick Break
- Air Slash
- Natural blade attacks with her scythes
--> Eevee
- Quick Attack
- Swift
- Double Team
- Charm
- Copycat
- Protect
- Wish
- Calm Mind
- Shadow Ball
- Iron Tail
- Fire Fang
- Thunder Fang
- Water Pulse
- Energy Ball
- Psychic fangs
- Crunch
- Ice Fang
- Dazzling Gleam
-x-X-x-
The Pokémon Center doors slid shut behind me with a soft hiss...
I had just handed Eevee and Scyther over to Nurse Joy, and stepped out into the cool evening air...
Charmeleon stood beside me, stretching her arms high with a low, satisfied groan.
Her orange scales shimmered under the evening light as she arched her body with that familiar grace she showed after evolving...
The motion pulled my eyes down to the soft curve of her hips and the way her smooth scales caught the glow. Heat stirred low in my stomach.
Then she asked softly... "Charmeleon... char... char?" As she spoke, she pointed one claw at herself before gesturing back toward the Gym.
I immediately understood what she was asking. As earlier, I had told her she would get to battle. Yet in the end, I never called her onto the field.
The disappointment in her bright blue eyes made it even more obvious.
I Reached down and gently rubbed the top of her head. Her scales felt warm, almost hot, beneath my palm.
"I know," I said quietly. "I promised you'd get to battle. But things didn't work out the way I planned."
My fingers continued to stroke along her head as I smiled at her.
"Next Gym is yours. Promise."
Her cheeks were still puffed out in protest, but she leaned into my touch anyway, with a soft, needy little "Char-❤♡"
A couple of passersby walked past us and smiled at the sight. They probably thought it was just a loyal Pokémon who loved her trainer.
But they had no idea how deep her love really went... or how hard my cock was already throbbing from her needy little sounds.
Since we still needed to restock some supplies, we started walking through Pewter City's busy streets. Charmeleon stayed glued to my side the whole way.
Every step she took, she would brushed her warm scales against my thigh. Slow and deliberate. Her heat soaked right through my clothes and teased my skin with that constant, delicious warmth.
And when I stopped at the shop for potions and berries, she pressed even closer.
And when the shopkeeper turned away to grab items or busied himself with the register, her long, hot tongue would slipped out.
All while the shopkeeper's Pokémon stared from the counter. The poor Pokémon face flushing a deep red as it watched Charmeleon's lewd little show.
My cock twitched hard in my pants. I kept my face neutral, but my heart pounded as her tongue worked my finger with eager hunger...
And the cause of all this didn't care at all. She kept going, eyes half-lidded in bliss. Licking and sucking noisily while staring up at me with pure needy hunger...
And by the time night arrived, we found ourselves in a small park tucked away from the busier parts of the city.
The place was quiet beneath the soft glow of scattered lampposts. Benches sat between rocky outcrops and old trees, while the cool night breeze carried the gentle rustling of leaves overhead. Beyond that, there was only the distant hum of Pewter City.
No crowds.
No trainers.
Just peace.
I dropped my bag onto a nearby bench before taking a seat. Charmeleon climbed up beside me a moment later, immediately pressing herself against my side.
The cool night air brushed my arms, but her warmth wrapped around me like a thick, living blanket.
Her firey tail curled across the bench, the flame flickering gently and casting soft orange glows across her scales...
Then her hand moved...
Bold clawed fingers slid over my thigh, then higher... until she cupped the growing bulge in my pants and gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze.
The pressure sent a hot jolt straight through me.
I sucked in a sharp breath. My eyes flicked around the park.
It was still empty, but the thrill hit me hard anyway. Someone could walk by any second. Someone could hear her needy sounds.
"Fuck, Charmeleon... you've really gotten so bold," I murmured, my voice low and rough with lust. "My little fire slut can't even wait till we're alone anymore, huh?"
Hearing those words, she immediately looked up at me with hungry blue eyes. A tiny bit of drool glistened at the corner of her mouth.
"Char-" The needy sound spilled out, dripping with pure desire.
I just wanted Trainer's cock... Char-
Obviously, I didn't actually understand her words, but I still didn't stop her...
And seeing that I didn't stop her, she grew bolder...
Her claws fumbled briefly at the button of my pants before catching the zipper.
She pulled it down with a slow, teasing rasp that sounded far too loud in the quiet park.
The cool night air kissed my skin as she freed my cock. It sprang out, thick and heavy, already rock-hard and leaking.
Seeing it her bright blue eyes immediately widened with pure excitement, like she was staring at her favorite milk bottle in the world. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips.
And a soft, eager "Charmeleon~♡" escaped her as she leaned in closer. Hot breath washed over my exposed shaft, making it twitch in anticipation.
Yes... finally... char-, her thoughts whispered inside her head...
-x-X-x-
For a long moment, Charmeleon just stared.
Her big blue eyes were wide, sparkling with that perfect mix of innocent wonder and raw, hungry need. A tiny shiver ran through her small body. Soft little pants escaped her snout as she took in the sight of my thick cock standing proud before her.
She waited, almost trembling...
Then her long, wide tongue slid out slowly.
Hot.
Slick.
And impossibly soft and flexible.
The blazing heat from her fire-type tongue wrapped around every inch like warm silk dipped in fever.
Then she gave one slow, deliberate lick from the very base all the way up to the swollen head, tracing every thick vein with that scorching, wet tongue. She savored every bump and ridge.
The taste hit her right away: salty, musky, a little bitter. She let out a soft, muffled "Char~♡" against my skin. Her eyes fluttered with pure delight.
Trainer's taste... it's so special...
It always made her body feel warm and tingly inside, like a gentle flame spreading through her veins. Her heart fluttered faster. Her cheeks grew hotter under her scales.
I want to taste more of him...
A dreamy little "Char~♡" slipped from her lips. She pressed even closer, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss, completely lost in the simple joy of tasting her Trainer.
While she was lost in that haze, a deep wave of affection tightened in my chest.
Pleasure sparked through me at the same time. She was so eager, so full of love in everything she did. This wasn't just lust for her. It was her way of showing how much she cared...
God, the way she looks at me while tasting me... it drives me crazy. So pure, yet so fucking eagerm...
She licked again, slower this time. Her hot tongue dragged along the underside of my cock, savoring every fresh bead of pre-cum that leaked out. The intense heat made me twitch hard in her gentle grasp.
I let out a shaky breath. One hand rested moving on her head, fingers threading through her smooth scales. The other slid down her back and brushed over the base of her powerful tail as it curled to the side on the bench. Her flame flickered brighter with excitement.
Charmeleon shifted her hips on her own. Then she slowly spread her thick thighs wide. offering herself like the good little fire type she was.
Trainer's fingers are coming, char-... Her mind sparkled with shy excitement. Her tail gave a happy little thump against the wood.
My fingers found her slit easily. It was hot, puffy, and dripping with need.
Her breathing hitched softly at my touch, a small sound of trust and want all at once.
Her clawed hand gripped the base of my cock firmly, holding it steady. Even with her hand she could barely wrap her fingers all the way around the thick girth...
Then she took me into her mouth.
The sudden, enveloping warmth sent a deep shiver racing through my entire body. Her long snout stretched carefully around me, soft lips sealing tight as she adjusted to the shape. She held me there, gentle, warm, and impossibly loving, while a quiet, contented "Char-" hummed in her throat.
The soft vibration traveled straight through me, subtle yet intoxicating. For a moment I could only stare down at her, my breath catching in my chest.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine, half-lidded and glowing with pure trust and affection.
She wasn't rushing or teasing. She simply wanted to please me, to show her love in the warmest way she knew how.
The sight made my heart tighten with tenderness even as pleasure pulsed through every nerve.
She sucked gently, her hot tongue curling softly beneath me and drawing me a little deeper. Her cheeks hollowed with quiet effort. Another dreamy hum vibrated around my shaft.
I let out a low, shaky moan. "Yeah... just like that, baby. Take it nice and slow..."
I said as my two fingers pushed into her tight pussy. Her slick walls clenched hard the moment I entered, so hot it felt like dipping into warm honey. Hot pink and gripping like a living furnace lined with the softest velvet.
"Charmeleon~!" Her moan vibrated straight down my shaft, full of emotion and need.
She started moving....
Slow at first.
Her head bobbed as she took more of me.
That long, hot tongue coiled and stroked along the underside with every pass, wrapping almost like it wanted to hug my cock.
Her small hand stroked what she couldn't fit yet. The other gripped my thigh with surprising gentleness, claws pricking lightly through my pants.
I curled my fingers inside her. "Charmeleon, you're so hot inside... squeezing my fingers like you never want to let go..."
Every time I thrust them deeper she squeezed around me like a velvet vice.
Fresh juices coated my hand and dripped onto the bench like warm, sweet nectar.
Her red body trembled.
Her tail thumped, flame flaring brighter with pleasure. Her breathing grew heavier, little whimpers mixing with her soft cries.
As time passed, our breathing grew rough and fast...
"That's it... Charmeleon. You're such a good girl..." I murmured huskily. My voice was thick with affection and rising heat as she sucked me like she was born for it. All while I kept fingering her steadily, my thumb circling her swollen clit. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched tighter with every stroke, every curl...
She was getting close. I could feel it in the way her pussy fluttered and sucked greedily around my fingers, her body trembling harder with every stroke.
Or...
How her bob had grown faster, messier, sloppier. Wet, needy sucking sounds filled the quiet park, mixing with her soft, muffled cries. "Char- Char-!"
And I wasn't the only one as she noticed it too, the way my veins twitched thickly against her tongue, as if ready to burst any second...
Her eyes flicked up for just a second, half-lidded and glowing with excited understanding.
She could feel I was close.
That knowledge made her even more eager.
Her tail flame flared brighter, casting warm orange light across both of us as she sucked harder, determined to take everything I was about to give her.
Her hot saliva ran down my balls in little rivulets. Her scales glowed like live coals. Every time she sank down, her throat opened a little more, struggling around my thickness yet never pulling away.
Then I pushed a third finger into her tight little hole and curled them firmly against her sweet spot.
"Charmeleon...!!" The muffled cry tore out of her as her whole body jerked. Her eyes rolled back. She came hard, pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around my fingers, juices squirting against my palm in hot little pulses. Her tail thrashed, flame shooting upward in a bright burst.
That deep, lewd, broken cry vibrating around my cock was all it took.
I groaned, hips bucking up from the bench. My hand tightened in her head, all gentleness gone for a moment as I pushed her down in one firm motion.
"Fuck... take it all," I growled.
My cock sank impossibly deep.
Her scorching, velvet-soft throat stretched tight around every inch, gripping me like a living furnace.
She didn't fight it.
She only pressed closer, swallowing around me in greedy, rhythmic ripples even as her own orgasm still shook her small body.
Thick ropes of white erupted straight down her throat in heavy, pulsing spurts.
I held her there, groaning through every powerful wave, flooding her belly while she milked me with her convulsing throat.
Her pussy kept squeezing my fingers in time with each of my spurts, like her body was trying to take everything from me at once.
I stayed buried to the hilt, breathing hard, letting her feel every last drop.
Even after the final pulse, I didn't pull out right away. I just held her gently now, stroking her head as the aftershocks rolled through both of us.
Her tongue gave one last weak, loving lick along the underside of my shaft.
When I finally stopped pulsing, I let go. My cock slipped from her mouth with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva and cum connected us for a second before it broke.
She half-collapsed against the bench, tongue hanging out as she caught her breath. Her blue eyes looked glassy with pleasure, but that sweet needy spark still
burned bright.
She stayed there for a moment, breathing hard.
Then Charmeleon let out a soft burp. The warm, milky scent of my cum drifted up between us.
I breathed it in, and a fresh wave of heat rolled through me. She had taken every single drop... and now I could smell it on her breath.
So good... my belly is so full and warm... char- The thought drifted lazily through her mind as her chest rose and fell in quick little breaths. Her tail flame flickered softly, content and glowing...
I drank in the sight of her like that. My little fire type looked so flushed and satisfied after everything we had done...
But then without a word, she shifted on the bench.
She spread her legs wider and lifted them slightly while bringing her clawed hands down between her thighs.
Then carefully, she used both hands to spread her pussy lips wide apart. Her sharp white claws held the soft folds open, showing me everything.
A soft, eager sound left her. "Char~♡"
She wanted him to look closely, to see how wet and open she was for him. She needed him to know she wasn't finished yet.
The rosy pink of her most intimate place glistened like dewy petals, vivid against the vibrant orange-red of her thighs.
Warm juices caught the light as they slowly trailed down toward her tail.
She took it all so perfectly... and now she's even spreading herself open for me like this. So different from when she was a shy little Charmander, who used to collapse after just one round...
Charmeleon's big blue eyes locked onto mine. They sparkled with innocent little hearts and pure, slutty want.
She looked so small and adorable like this, completely presenting herself to her trainer.
She held the pose, waiting...
The thought burned hot in my head. Even after cumming that hard, she still wanted more. My insatiable little fire type.
Look at her... my adorable horny Charmeleon, offering that wet little pussy like a perfect gift.
My cock twitched hard at the sight, already thickening again.
I stood up, threw my clothes away and moved between her spread legs. My tall frame loomed over her petite body on the bench.
The defined lines of my chest and abs flexed as I looked down at her. My heavy cock throbbed just above her tiny, presented pussy.
I took a moment to drink in the view.
"Ready for more, you greedy little slut?" I asked, voice low and rough, though a warm smile touched my lips.
"Char-" she answered eagerly. Her hips gave a small, needy twitch as she held herself open wider with her claws.
Trainer... yes please... fill this greedy hole too... char-
The night air felt cooler against our heated skin, but the fire between us burned hotter than ever...
-x-X-x-
Ten minutes had passed since then...
We were both a complete mess. Sweat glistened on her scales and my skin. Every deep thrust made her creamy round belly stretch even further. Her small, deep orange-red body trembled under the overwhelming stretch and fullness. The wet, rhythmic squelch of our bodies moving together filled the quiet night air.
Her blue eyes sparkled. Soft whimpers slipped from her snout with each movement. The flame on her tail flared bigger with every stroke, burning brighter as her pleasure climbed.
We're both right there... one more good thrust and it's over... but I don't want it to end yet... not when she still feels so good... so hot... so tight... like she was made for me... her womb squeezing right there, soft and ready... I want to stuff it full. Breed her until she can't take any more...
But I fought it... I fought the urge to release everything I had.
My whole body locked up tight. The effort made my muscles shake, my cock twitch, and veins bulge thick and hard under my flushed skin.
She shook just as badly. Her hips still twitched for more even while her eyes pleaded with me. A low, needy whine kept escaping her, each trembling sound brushing hot against my skin.
"Charmeleon... I love you..." I said, voice rough and thick. "I love how your body melts around me... so hot and eager... and I even love how you take every inch and still beg for more with those needy blue eyes... You're perfect, Charmeleon..."
The words came out heavy with emotion as I pulled my hips back from her squeezing heat.
Then without warning...
I slammed forward again in one deep, final thrust. The sharp slap of my body meeting hers mixed with the deep, wet squish as I drove in to the hilt.
The head of my cock pressed hard against her deepest point, pushing her womb upward as her small body yielded to make room. Her round belly bulged outward from the intense push.
"CHAAAAARRR...-" Her cry rang out, high and broken, trembling with pure pleasure.
So deep...! Trainer's cock is kissing my womb again... it's so hot inside me... I can feel every throb... Char-♡
Her walls clamped down like a living furnace the second I bottomed out. They rippled and squeezed in greedy, desperate pulses. Hot slick juices gushed out around my cock in a loud, messy splash, soaking my balls and running down her tail before pooling beneath us.
I couldn't hold back any longer. With a low, guttural groan, I let go. My cock pulsed hard as thick, milky ropes erupted from me in powerful bursts. Each spurt came with a wet, pulsing throb that flooded straight into her womb.
The warmth of my seed spread fast through her core with every heavy release.
Her belly swelled even more under it, growing tight and round from the sheer volume.
Take it all, you greedy little slut...
The filthy thought burned through my mind as one hand pressed firmly over her swollen, creamy belly. I could feel it stretch and grow rounder under my palm with every heavy pulse.
While my other hand was gripping her short thigh, holding her leg up so I could stay buried as deep as possible. The heat of her stretched skin radiated into my fingers.
Charmeleon's clawed hands twitched at her sides. One weakly reached up, her sharp claws lightly brushing my wrist on her belly without scratching.
He's filling me so much... his hand is right there on my belly... he can feel how full he's making me... I'm so happy... I want to keep all of it inside... I want Trainer to breed me...
Charrrr-♡
Even when I finally slowed, we stayed locked together for a while. Both of us panted hard. My chest heaved above her smaller frame. Her breaths came in short, shaky gasps. Little aftershocks still made her twitch and squeeze me weakly. The soft, wet sounds of our connection lingered between us.
I leaned over her small fire-type body, careful and close. Her tail rested lightly across my back, the flame burning low but safely away from me. I pressed my lips gently to hers in a soft, lingering kiss. Her warm tongue met mine with quiet affection before we pulled back.
"You were amazing, baby," I whispered.
She gave a weak, satisfied little "Char-♡."
You too, Trainer... you were so good... I love Trainer so much... Char~♡
I stayed buried inside her a moment longer. We just breathed together. Then I pulled out slowly, inch by inch.
Thick strings of milky white stretched between us before snapping with a wet pop.
More thick globs of our mixed adventure oozed slowly from her stretched entrance.
The sheer amount was too much for her small body to contain. It leaked down her tail in shiny white trails before dripping onto the bench below.
Charmeleon lay there panting softly. Her eyes were half-lidded and glassy with bliss. A bit of drool glistened at the corner of her snout. Her belly looked obscenely full and round on her small frame, still slightly distended from how deep I had pushed and how much I had given her.
She looked completely wrecked. Her pussy lips remained parted, leaking my cum in thick globs. The slow drip continued for a while.
Look at that... my sweet little fire type. So full of me she can't even close up properly.
From that shy Charmander who used to hide her face after one round... to this. Still looking at me with those big blue eyes full of love while my cum leaks out of her well-used pussy. While a loving small smile tugged at my lips...
Then, I reached down and gently stroked her head, my fingers tracing the small horn at the back.
"Now you rest," I murmured. "I'll clean you up properly later..."
My mind was already racing with all the dirty ways I could take care of her, washing every inch of her cum-filled body... teasing her until she moaned and begged again...
Charmeleon gave a tiny, tired "Char-", her voice soft and sleepy. Her blue eyes were already drifting shut with that blissful, contented look.
I watched her for another second.
So fucking adorable... all marked and full of me.
Then, I reached for her Poké Ball and recalled her into it with a gentle flash of red light.
The night air felt cooler without her heat against me. But the filthy, loving warmth she left behind stayed with me. It burned low and steady under my skin as I picked up my things and made my way back to the Pokémon Center.
-x-X-x-
The walk back to the Pokémon Center felt strangely peaceful...
Pewter City's streets lay quiet beneath the night sky. Most of the shops had already closed, their lights dim behind dusty windows. The noise of passing trainers and wandering tourists had long since faded, leaving only the soft rustle of sand and the occasional cry of Pokémon...
As I walked the cool night air brushed against my face, but my body still burned.
It burned with a lingering heat left behind by the Charmeleon, stubbornly clinging to my skin as though it had sunk deep into my bones.
Every step, my cock gave a lazy twitch inside my pants, still sensitive from how tightly she had gripped me. I could almost feel the way her creamy round belly had stretched outward, swelling tight and round like a small football as I pumped everything I had into her...
My balls still felt heavy.
My mind kept replaying it all, the wet rhythmic squelch of our bodies moving together, the way her furnace-hot walls rippled and milked me in desperate pulses, the high broken cry of "CHAAAAARRR~♡" that tore from her throat when I finally drove in to the hilt and flooded her womb.
I wondered if she was still leaking inside her Poké Ball. Still stretched open and puffy. Still carrying that warm, sticky fullness I had stuffed deep into her greedy little womb.
A slow, little smile tugged at my lips.
She had taken every drop...
While I walked, lost in thought, the bright red roof of the Pokémon Center soon came into view.
Warm golden light spilled through the front glass door, standing out against the darkness. A few trainers sat inside, chatting quietly.
The familiar sweet scent and freshly cleaned floors greeted me the moment I stepped through the automatic doors.
"Welcome back, Gil."
Nurse Joy looked up from the counter and offered her usual gentle smile.
"Your Pokémon are fully recovered."
After thanking her, I requested a guest room for the night. She checked something on her terminal before handing over a small keycard.
"Room 17. Have a good night."
"Thanks."
Just like in the anime, trainers could stay at Pokémon Centers free of charge. Most even served simple meals. So I grabbed a late night dinner, filled my stomach properly, then headed down the quiet hallway toward my room...
Room 17 waited at the end of the hall. I slid the keycard into the lock. The door clicked open with a soft beep.
The room beyond was dark, illuminated only by the faint light spilling in from the hallway behind me. I stepped inside and ran my hand along the wall until my fingers found the switch.
With a quiet click, warm light flooded the room.
The simple but comfortable interior came into view. Clean white walls, polished wooden furniture, and a neatly made bed occupied one side of the room.
But what really pulled my attention was the frosted glass door tucked into the corner near the back wall.
It stood out from the rest of the room, smoother, more private, almost hidden in the soft lighting. I hadn't noticed it at first, but now that the room was properly lit, it was clearly a private bathroom.
I blinked.
An actual private bathroom...?
The sight genuinely surprised me.
As most Pokémon Centers only offered shared bathrooms for trainers staying overnight. I'd already been expecting a late-night walk down the hallway with a towel slung over my shoulder and my Pokémon trailing behind me.
It looked like that wouldn't be necessary tonight.
Curious, I stepped closer and slid the frosted door open.
The bathroom beyond was just as dark, its interior barely visible through the doorway. My hand found another switch mounted beside the frame, and I flicked it on.
Light flooded it.
White tiles gleamed across the floor and walls. A large mirror hung above the sink, reflecting the brightness back at me.
But my attention immediately shifted past all of that.
Against the far wall sat a full-sized bathtub.
A grin spread across my face.
Now that was unexpected.
Pewter might look like a rugged mining city from the outside, but the constant flow of Gym challengers, merchants, researchers, and tourists clearly brought in enough money to keep the local Pokémon Center well-funded.
Not that I was complaining...
After locking the main room door behind me, I finally reached for my Balls.
A flash of light appeared beside me.
"Eevee!"
Another followed.
"Scyther!"
The two Pokémon materialized inside the room and immediately began looking around with curiosity.
I kept Charmeleon inside her ball for now. She needed rest, and fire-types like her had no business near water when they were this worn out.
Eevee trotted over right away and rubbed against my leg, her soft fur brushing warm against my skin. She let out a happy little vee-, but then paused...
Her nose twitched. She sniffed again, closer to my thigh. Her fluffy ears flicked sharply.
She could smell it.
The thick, musky scent of sex and Charmeleon's slick still clung to me...
Eevee's ears flattened a little.
A small, possessive huff escaped Eevee as she pressed closer, rubbing her soft cheek firmly against my leg. Her tail swished behind her, and she stubbornly nuzzled against me as if determined to leave her own scent behind.
The jealousy in her little eyes was impossible to miss.
Seeing my cute little furball act like this made my cock give another lazy throb inside my pants...
But unlike Eevee, Scyther remained near the center of the room, silently observing her surroundings with quiet curiosity.Every so often, her gaze drifted toward me.
As our battle against Brock had changed something between us. Fighting against a powerful opponent had forged a stronger bond between us. Scyther wasn't the type to openly show affection. Yet the calm look in her eyes whenever they met mine told me everything I needed to know.
A small smile crossed my face...
My attention shifted back to Eevee as I reached down and scratched behind her ears, my fingers sinking into her soft fur.
"Veee-❤♡❤♡"
She immediately leaned into the touch, letting out a pleased little sound while her tail swished happily behind her.
My mind was already racing with thoughts...
The night was still young, and I had two more Pokémon who had been waiting patiently while I took care of their teammate...
My gaze drifted toward Scyther.
The mantis Pokémon stood quietly nearby. Her emerald frame caught the room lights and highlighted every sleek line of her body. I started imagining how she might react when I finally claimed her. How those trusting eyes would widen and then go hazy once she understood what kind of trainer I really was...
A slow, filthy thought curled through my mind.
Maybe it was time to give them some attention too.
My cock gave a heavy twitch inside my pants.
Eevee looked up at me with those big, jealous eyes, tail still swishing...
"Alright," I murmured, with a smile. "Let's get comfortable."
The private bathroom waited behind, and I already had plenty of ideas on how to make it more interesting tonight...
-x-X-x-
I had stripped down completely within seconds. Stretching my arms high above my head, as I released a long, satisfied breath.
"Haaah.."
The tension melted from my shoulders as my tired muscles finally began to relax after a long, exhausting day.
Feels so good to be bare like this...
After a moment, I glanced down and caught Eevee staring straight at my hard, twitching cock. Her fluffy tail wagged so fast it blurred behind her. Those big, sparkling eyes stayed locked on it with open excitement, like she could not look away even if she tried.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I looked at my cute little furball. She did not even realize how innocent and beautiful she looked right now, all eager and focused...
And as for Scyther, she still stood near the center of the room. Though something felt off. A faint blush colored her face. The proud mantis Pokémon avoided my eyes, and her scythes hung lower than usual at her sides. Her sleek emerald-green body looked tense. Her large, keen eyes kept flicking away. Even her long, powerful legs shifted her weight like she could not decide whether to stay or move.
I raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Scyther?"
Eevee turned too, ears twitching.
Scyther shook her head fast. "Scy... scyther," she said, voice soft and quick.
Scyther's thoughts spun in a way I could never have known: Why does it look so big... so alive? I should look away, but my eyes keep drifting back... This is not like me, Scy...
Oblivious to the real reason, i simply gestured toward the bathroom. "Come on. Let's all take a bath. We're leaving tomorrow and we'll be traveling again for days. This might be our last chance to relax like this for a while."
Eevee perked up right away. "Eevee! Vee vee!" She trotted after me without hesitation, tail still wagging hard.
Her thoughts ran bright and happy: Bath time with Master! Warm water and his hands in my fur... and many more places... veee... those slow strokes that make me shiver and moan softly... It's always the best.
As ever since I had gotten Eevee as my Pokémon, we had done this every day.
And even back in the research lab, she had taken baths almost every day with the other Pokémon there. Those times had always felt pleasant and fun to her. But nothing compared to the warm thrill of bathing with me. It was also in the bathroom with me that she had lost her innocence, discovering new pleasures she had never known before.
...
I walked a few steps with Eevee, then paused and looked back.
Scyther hadn't moved at all. She stood exactly where she had been, her sharp scythes hanging low at her sides. That deep blush still colored her proud face. Her sharp eyes darted away the moment they almost met mine.
"Aren't you going to bathe, Scyther?" I asked.
She gave the smallest nod, though it looked hesitant.
Though In her mind, she couldn't even explain it properly: Seeing Gil naked had already stirred something strange and warm inside her, but bathing together felt different. In her species, baths were always done alone or with a partners. This felt too close, too exposed... and that thick, twitching cock between his legs only made the confusion worse.
I studied her for a moment before it finally clicked... Is it because she's never bathed with anyone before?
Stepping a little closer, I gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay. Trainers and Pokémon bathe together all the time. It's completely normal.
Eevee ran toward her as well and let out a bright, encouraging "Eevee vee! Vee!" It's okay, Scyther! Bathing is warm and fun. You'll like it, I promise!
"Yeah," I said, nodding along with whatever she might have been saying to scyther. "It's completely normal between trainer and Pokémon. We clean each other up, relax, and feel better after rough days. Nothing weird about it at all..."
Eevee nodded to...
Though our minds were already planning to make it as weird as possible...
Scyther's blush deepened, but after a long moment she gave another small, hesitant nod.
I smiled and reached out at the same time. My hand gently wrapped around one of her scythes, careful to avoid the razor-sharp edge.
With a firm tug, I pulled her along.
"Alright, everyone," I said with a grin. "Let's go."
"Veee!"
Eevee happily bounced after me without a second thought.
"Scy..."
Scyther let out a soft chirp as she stumbled a step closer. Her shoulders stiffened, and she instinctively lowered her gaze. The sudden closeness left her strangely aware of him, making her heart beat just a little faster.
Still, despite her embarrassment, she didn't pull away thinking.
...This is normal.
Humans and their Pokémon do things together all the time. They eat together, sleep near each other, travel together...
And Gil is my trainer...
So there shouldn't be anything to be embarrassed about... right?
Yet despite repeating that to herself, she couldn't stop the nervous flutter in her chest.
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Warm water streamed over us in the small bathroom. I held the shower head steady, letting the warm spray cascade across Scyther's back.
It washed away the sweat and grime from our earlier battle, carrying everything down over her emerald plates and the thin, delicate membranes of her wings.
The spray made her whole body glisten.
Then I squeezed a dollap of body wash into my palm instead of grabbing the loofah on the wall. After all, why settle for that when I could run my bare hands all over her?
Soon, I started rubbing it over her delicate transparent wings with slow, careful fingers.
"See, Scyther," I said. My voice came out calm. "Trainers and Pokémon do this all the time. Body wash gets into every little spot and makes everything clean."
While I spoke, my thick long length had already risen to full, aching stiffness. The heavy length stood proud between my legs, throbbing with raw need.
As I leaned forward to reach the upper part of her wings, the swollen, sensitive tip brushed lightly against the smooth curve of her lower back.
God... her shell feels incredible... I thought. So hard, yet unbelievably smooth.
All the while, a thick layer of foam built up beneath my hands and across her wings. My fingers traced the natural lines of her wing in slow, careful motions, working the soap into every surface...
Every movement made my cock throb harder against her. The fat head dragged slowly across her hard shell again and again, leaving slick trails of my excitement that mixed with the thick foam as I ran my hand across her.
All while Scyther sat stiffly in front of me, facing the wall.
Her legs were spread. Her scythes remained slightly held out to the sides, allowing me to reach every part of her back. Every now and then, her wings twitched as my hands passed over the plates beneath them.
Her powerful thighs shifted every few seconds, tensing and relaxing without her even realizing it.
Yes, this... this is just cleaning, she told herself, a faint scy sound slipping from her throat. Trainers and Pokémon help each other all the time. That's what Gil said, and there's nothing strange about it...
Yet the more time passed, the harder it became to hold onto that thought.
Gil's touch carried a gentle patience she wasn't used to.
The slow movement of his hands.
The warm water flowing over her shell.
The body wash working into places she had never been able to properly reach herself.
Little by little, Scyther found it harder to focus on her own thoughts. A strange warmth gradually spread through her chitin, making her feel oddly sensitive all over.
And part of her genuinely appreciated what he was doing.
Before meeting Gil, cleaning herself had never been easy. Her scythes made many areas awkward to reach, and over time she had simply learned to live with it.
Now warm water flowed over those neglected places while body wash reached every gap and corner.
For the first time in her life, those hard-to-reach areas were being properly cleaned.
It felt strange.
But it also felt surprisingly nice.
Oblivious to the feelings slowly stirring within Scyther, I simply continued spreading the warm foam evenly over her shell. While my mind wandered through all sorts of thoughts, from pinning her down to running my hands over her, and even making her cum right here in the shower while she's still dripping with soap and water...
Behind me, Eevee was doing the same, probably lost in thoughts of her own while her small, foam-covered paws worked diligently against my back.
Time passed quietly. I kept talking while cleaning Scyther, explaining why keeping clean body was important.
Every now and then, Eevee would happily vee from behind me, agreeing with everything I said.
Once my hands had touched and spread the body wash across her back, I gave an approving nod.
"It's all done here," I said.
By now, all three of us were covered in soap. Scyther's shell was coated in foam, my back wasn't much better, and Eevee had also managed to get plenty into her own fur while helping.
Hearing my words, Eevee stopped too and gave herself a vigorous shake, sending droplets and bits of foam flying in every direction.
The motion caught my attention, and when I glanced back at her, a wave of emotions crashed through me at the sight of my sweet little furball.
Her fur was completely soaked now, making her look much smaller than usual.
Tiny droplets of water clung to her cream-colored coat, while a few patches of foam still stuck to her neck and the base of her tail.
While admiring how sweet she looked, I also noticed the fur around her eyes had grown noticeably longer.
In the past, the maids used to keep it neatly trimmed, but that obviously wasn't happening anymore. I'd have to take care of that soon myself. If it grew much longer, it would start getting in her way.
Pushing these thoughts aside for now, I turned my attention back to Scyther.
"Now let's do the front..."
Hearing those words, Scyther immediately hesitated.
Her body stiffened, and one of her scythes shifted slightly before she caught herself. A faint blush spread across her face.
The front...?
For a brief moment, her instincts urged her to refuse. Unlike her back, she could easily reach most of the front of her body herself. There was no practical reason for Gil to help with that part.
At least, that was what she tried to tell herself.
"Come on," I said with an easy smile. "We're already this far. Might as well do a proper job, and we won't be seeing a Pokémon Center again for a while, so let's get nice and clean while we have the chance."
Scyther's wings twitched. A soft, flustered scy escaped her lips...
Still smiling, I simply waited.
There was no point in rushing her.
Scyther wasn't like Eevee or Charmander.
She was a fully grown Pokémon who had spent most of her life surviving on her own.
Learning to accept a trainer's care and getting used to this new bond between us was naturally going to take time.
So one step at a time...
And just as I expected, the hesitation only lasted a few seconds.
As Scyther took a small breath before shyly turning around...