Brock

The Rock Arena isn't the biggest, but there's good energy here. A small crowd watches from the stands. Brock himself offers a warm smile as you enter. "Hazel, is it?" he asks. "Welcome!"

"Brock! Hello!" You walk right up to him, ignoring the arena line. "I've seen so many of your videos! I'm a huge fan! It's so great to meet you in person!" You grab his hand and shake.

Laughter ripples through the crowd.

"Oh?" Brock's smile doesn't waver. "You've watched my videos? Which is your favorite?"

"I liked you with Evelyn!" you answer. "And Tabitha! And especially Dana!" Brock leaves nearly everyone satisfied, but your favorites are the videos where he's especially thorough.

Brock's smile looks more genuine now. "Don't tell anyone, but... those are some of my favorites, too." His thumb runs across the back of your hand, sending tingles of anticipation up your spine. His hand is warm. You should probably stop shaking his hand, or he'll think you're a dork.

"Maybe we'll make another video today?" he suggests.

"I'm really really hoping so!" you answer.

"Ready when you are, then!" Brock points at the spot on the arena where you're supposed to be standing. You release his hand and step over to throw. "Squirtle!" you call, in the classic pokemon trainer pose. "I choose you!"

"Onix!" Brock shouts, and you call the words with him. "It's time to ROCK!"

"Go, Squirtle!" you cheer. "Go, Onix! Fight fight fight!" Cheering for your opponent's pokemon is a questionable move, maybe, but it's just so cool to actually be here.

Squirtle does its water-jet thing again, and Onix is too slow to dodge. Brock shouts something, and his pokemon scoops up a rock and tosses it at Squirtle. Then another -- and Onix falls, fainted. One down!

Brock throws some kind of boulder-pokemon; Squirtle is pretty worn out, and it faints quickly. You throw Dratini next. The pokemon strike at each other, over and over, as you cheer them on. Brock's pokemon falls. The battle is over, and you've won.

...And then you realize your error. You wanted the forfeit.

"The winner: Hazel!" Brock shouts. "Well fought!"

"Wait wait wait!" you call, to be heard over the crowd. "We're not done yet! Brock... I'd like to do the forfeit, please?"

"Oh?" Brock raises his eyebrows. The gym is doing something to amplify your voices, but he's speaking loudly anyway, as though to make the conversation official. "Trainer Hazel, do I understand you properly? Although you won, you'd like to do the forfeit before you leave? You'd like me to have my way with you? Use your body as I please?"

You're blushing, but the answer has never been in doubt. "Yes, please," you say. "Be thorough. Like with Dana."

Brock says something, but you lose his answer in the cheering of the crowd.

The lights on the crowd go black. You know they're still there -- you can hear them, faintly -- but it doesn't feel like you're being watched by dozens of people. It feels like it's just you in the arena. You, and Brock.

Somewhere, music is playing. It's not the slow-and-romantic sort; it's fast and excited. Music you could dance to. Or fuck to.

Brock steps close and looks into your eyes. His hand strokes the back of your neck. He kisses you gently, then more passionately. His hand finds your breast.

Foreplay is nice, but you want more. You pull his pants down and start stroking his cock. It's warm, and thick, and hard, and twitches in your grasp like it's just as excited as you are.

Brock gets the message. He picks you up, both hands under your ass, and pulls you to his chest. You can't help but giggle at the sudden contact, but your laughter turns into a gasp as his cock presses up into you.

Brock is good at this. You're not sure if it's experience, or technique, or something more magical, but his cock is warm and tight and solid, and he brings you exactly to your limit and no further. He bounces you up and down on his cock, and you moan with raw passion as your arousal builds.

Now you want kisses. Your lips find his, and he presses your back against a wall, and he kisses you deep and fucks you hard. It's not long at all before your back arches and you scream with pleasure and you cum, long and loud.

Brock holds you as you finish. "How you doing?" he whispers.

"More," you whisper back.

He strips off your dress and sets you down on a rock. The rock is warm and smooth against your belly, and your ass is in the air at just the right height. His fingers swirl your clit, lubricated by your own freely-flowing juices, and then he's inside you again, hard and fast and thick and aimed exactly at your G-spot, and it's glorious. The climax builds quickly, and soon enough, you cum again, even harder than before.

Brock bends over you from behind, a warm hand on your upper back. "How you doing?" he whispers.

"More," you whisper back.

Brock rolls you over on the rock, and he fucks you missionary. His hands tease your nipples, and his mouth covers yours in a deep kiss. You put your hands on his shoulders, and you wrap your legs round his abdomen. You pull him into you, eager to feel every last inch of his cock inside you, over and over. His breath is hot and heavy with effort, and as your climax builds, he whispers: "...I'm gonna cum..."

"Cum inside me," you whisper back. And you clench down on his cock with everything you've got, and he groans with pleasure, and he hilts himself inside you, and you both cum at once.

"...There," you whisper softly. "Now we're good."

And it's weird. You've done lots of things in life you're proud of. But there, in that moment, feeling Brock's warm seed pooling inside you, you feel the proudest you've ever been.

You can't stop smiling. Victory photo of you and Brock, naked, showing your full bodies, his cum dripping out of you: smiling. Brock awards you the Boulder Badge: smiling. The lights come up on the audience, and they cheer, and you wave, and it sinks in just how many people saw you naked: still smiling.

Someone hands you a microphone. "I love you all," you tell them. "But especially TallDale, and BurnBright, and DragoNate, and SweetSamantha. Thanks, you guys! Stay tuned for round two, in Cerulean City!"