Pewter City. Simon let out a little sigh as he entered the city's eastern entrance, taking in a deep breath of relief. He had run all the way here as soon as he woke up. Pewter wasn't the biggest spot in Kanto, but it was a decent size. Apart from the few houses and the pokemon center and mart, the buildings that caught Simon's gaze were the museum and the gym.

That was his goal. And he wasn't going to leave until his business was tended to. But first, Simon made his way towards the mart, walking slow so he could catch his breath properly.

He walked right inside the sliding door and went straight to the counter. The clerk met him with a soft smile and a nod. "Welcome to the Pewter Pokemart, how can I help you?" He asked.

"I'll just need some potions." Simon answered, placing his dex on the counter. "Six, to be precise." he added.

The clerk nodded and went to gather up the items. "I take it you're going for the gym, huh? Haven't had anyone come by for that in a while. Brock's no pushover, after all." He said, returning with the potions and placing them in a bag before making the transaction.

Simon nodded a little. "I've heard, but I'm not worried. I have a plan to get around that." He said, retrieving both the bag and his dex. "Thanks anyways." he says before, with a small wave, he walked out.

Next stop, the Pewter City gym. It was right in front of the museum, and Simon couldn't help stopping outside of the door. He took in a deep breath… the walked in boldly.

The floor inside was sand. Sand everywhere. Within it, stone tiles for walking on. Large boulders decorated the gym's perimeter, with some smaller ones standing about in the sand. Counting himself, there were four people inside. First, right in front of him, was a slightly stocky man with a bit of a bowl cut going on. Further ahead, a somewhat familiar hiker… but the one Simon focused on was the man standing at the far end of the gym.

Brown, spiky hair, an orange long sleeved shirt and olive green pants. Though his eyes were closed, Simon could feel a piercing, calculating gaze coming from him. Simon gulped, but steeled his nerves as he took a step forward onto the first tile.

'No backing out, Simon. You have the advantage.' He thought to himself as he approached the hiker. "Wait… aren't you the one who-"

"Heh. Well ain't that a sight? How's the mining, kid? Bet that kit came in handy." He spoke, grinning. "But that's for later. I know what yer here for, so let's not waste any time."

Simon nodded. "Yeah. And I'll be winning my money back too." He replied, taking a few step backs until the space between them was a decent enough battlefield.

The hiker reared back, producing a pokeball and tossing it forward. The pokemon produced from the light was small in stature, covered in green, rocky skin and it had a short, blunt horn atop its head. Simon recognized it easily as a Larvitar, causing him to give a small whistle of appreciation.

"I didn't expect to see such a rare pokemon in the first gym I came to. Where'd you come across that wonderful specimen?" Simon asked as he grabbed a pokeball from his waist. The hiker smirked, arms crossed over his chest. "Safari Zone down in Fuchsia, if you've got the patience."

Simon nodded, then threw up the pokeball, releasing his Nidoran from within. "Let's make this quick. Nidoran, use Double Kick!" He ordered.

Nidoran nodded, her feet digging into the ground before she burst forward, running straight for the Larvitar as fast as she could.

"Larvitar, Sandstorm!" The hiker called out. As he did, Larvitar's whole body gave off a slight blue glow, then when it crossed its arms, the sand below blasted upwards, whipping around the battlefield and knocking Nidoran back a few feet.

Simon had to take several steps back to avoid any of the sand getting in his eyes. He glared through the spiraling sands ahead, spotting blue flecks among the dusty brown. "Nidoran! Take aim and hit it with Poison Sting!" He said.

"Get in close and use Bite, Larvitar!"

Within the sandstorm, the pokemon followed orders. Larvitar moved along with ease, pounding forward at the first sight of Nidoran. But, her ears lifted up, swiveling around until pointing towards the rock type. Nidoran tucked into herself, her short horn taking on a dark purple hue before launching several sharp needles that collided right onto Larvitar's belly.

Larvitar staggered backwards, clutching at its belly with a low groan. From the spot the needles hit, deep purple bubbles were rising. Larvitar staggered a little, having to shake its head to stay up, planting both feet into the sand with a growl.

Nidoran stood again, wincing as the harsh sand pelted against her body for a while. Both pokemon kept their intense gazes, eyeing down the other in anticipation.

"Shake it off, Nidoran! Double Kick again!" Simon said.

"Stop her! Larvitar, use Rock Slide!" ordered the hiker.

Heeding his trainer's command, Larvitar's eyes took on that blue glow again. This time, it looked up to the sky, raising its arms upwards. "Larviiii!" It growled. The swirling sand above parted in several spots, leaving behind a glowing blue ring. And from within, several heavy stones fell straight down, all aimed right for Nidoran.

Nidoran squeaked softly, ears lowered as she looked to the tumbling stones. But, she forced herself to bunch up her powerful leg muscles, kicking off the ground and running forward. Even through the whipping sand, she managed to weave through the falling rocks, only being grazed by three of them before reaching her target.

Larvitar looked at her in surprise, then received the Double Kick right to its chest, with the second one sending him flying straight back and landing on his back.

"Ran! Niiii… doran!" The little poison type was stomping the ground in victory. The sandstorm had died down, revealing the knocked out Larvitar.

"Ah! Larvitar!" The hiker gasped, hurrying over to his pokemon's side, helping it sit up. "You did good, little guy. Take a good rest." He spoke, holding up the pokeball to return Larvitar. As Simon started to make his way over, though, he was interrupted by the sound of clapping.

The gym leader was looking them both down with a smile from his platform "Larvitar's unable to battle. Nidoran wins, and the victory goes to… uh…"

"Simon. My name's Simon." Simon gave a little bow in greeting, going over to Nidoran to pick her up. "You're Brock, right?" He asked.

"Heh. You've done your homework, clearly. Now that we're acquainted, let's cut to the chase. You're here for my badge, and there's only one way you're gonna get it. I'll let you heal up your pokemon before our battle." Brock spoke, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited. "This is your first gym, right?" He asked.

Simon nodded. "Then in fairness, I'll use two pokemon that should be about your level. But don't expect it to be easy." Brock said.

"Right…" Simon got down to his knee, gently setting Nidoran down so he could rummage through his bag. "Alright. That was a good battle, but we'll have to be a little more cautious with the next one. He saw how you battled." Simon spoke as he retrieved one of the potions, giving it a little shake before he aimed it for the scratches on Nidoran's sides. As he sprayed her down, he couldn't help but think. 'I can't lead with Nidoran… not when the saving grace is her Double Kick. But going with Bulbasaur might put my best choice at stake early. Sandshrew doesn't have a ground type move to use, and Clefairy-'

'Hey kid. Yer winnin's" Simon's thought train was broken as the hiker stood over him, holding out his dex. "Good luck with Brock. Yer gonna need more than that lil Nidoran to beat him, that's for sure." He spoke as Simon took his earnings.

Simon nodded. "Yeah… thanks. I think I know what to do." Simon said, looking over Nidoran's form before gently patting her on the head. "Rest up for now, okay? I'll call if you're needed." Simon told her, returning her to her ball. "Brock! I'm ready!" He called.

"Then bring it on." Brock challenged, walking off the platform to stand in the secondary field. Simon gulped, but steeled himself. No backing down. In no time, he was standing across from Brock.

"As challenger, I'll give you the first move." Brock invited.

Simon took in a deep breath. 'Let this work.' he thought before he retrieved a pokeball, letting it grow in hand before tossing it. "Go, Clefairy!"

"Rhyhorn, I choose you!"

Two flashes of light, and the two pokemon were eyeing each other down. Rhyhorn's tough, steely glare met with Clefairy's almost vacant gaze. Simon felt a bit of embarrassment creeping along his spine, but he forced himself to ignore it. "Alright! Clefairy use… Sing."

Clefairy wiggled her small wings, fluttering forward just a little as she began to hum a soft little melody. Her body took on a slightly white glow, and multicolored music notes began to emanate off of her body, floating about in the air freely before they began to soar towards Rhyhorn.

Before it could move away, a few of the notes touched Rhyhorn's skin, fading away. In no time, Rhyhorn's eyes slid closed, falling asleep then and there as it collapsed onto its belly.

Simon stared, dumbfounded. "That… that actually worked." He said. He couldn't help but laugh a little, but quickly regained his composure. "That's good! Now use Double Slap!" Clefairy followed orders, approaching the sleeping rhino before, well, slapping it. Clefairy managed four good hits on the cheek before having to retreat.

Rhyhorn stirred visibly, but remained fast asleep. "Rhyhorn, wake up! Come on, you can do it!" Brock called. "Wake up and use Rock Slide!"

"Clefairy, Double Slap again!" Simon ordered. The move wouldn't be too effective, but it was something. Clefairy reared back, a hand raised up in preparation.

Unfortunately, Brock's calling had worked. Rhyhorn's eyes flashed open, glaring right at the little pixie. Clefairy looked at it with a face of fright, taking a few steps back as that blue glow shone from Rhyhorn's eyes.

"Clefairy quick! Dodge it!" Simon called out. But, alas, the pixie just stayed in place as the portals opened up above.

And then, with a heavy stomp on the ground, Rhyhorn released its attack, and Clefairy was swept away in a rush of stones. By the time the dust cleared, Clefairy was laid out on the ground, eyes in a spiral as she looked to the ceiling. Simon sighed, fetching her pokeball and returning her. "You did your job. Rest now." He said, reaching for the next pokeball. "You're good with the advantage. But how are you gonna fare against a weakness?" Simon asked.

With that, Simon retrieved another pokeball from his waist. 'No other choice…' he thought, looking at the ball. "Bulbasaur, let's go!" He said, tossing the ball up. Bulbasaur emerged flat on his belly, eyes closed and stump tail wiggling slightly.

"Bulbasaur, huh? Good choice." Brock said with a smile. "But we're not giving up! This battle's over when someone's down and out! Now Rhyhorn, hit it with a Stomp!" Brock ordered.

Simon's eyes widened some. "Bulbasaur! Get up and use Poison Powder!" Bulbasaur just slowly got up on his feet, letting out a wide yawn as Rhyhorn lumbered closer and closer. Before the attack could be made, Bulbasaur tucked down, the bulb on his back opening at the tip before releasing a cloud of pinkish-purple powder right at Rhyhorn's face.

The rhino's steps quickly became a stumble as the cloud reached its mark, leaving Rhyhorn snorting and stomping about, turning tail away from the Poison Powder before it could breathe in any more.

"Shake it off, Rhyhorn! Use Fury Attack!" At Brock's command, Rhyhorn snorted, shaking its head and giving the ground a good stomp, dragging that heavy foot through the sand as it glared at Bulbasaur. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Rhyhorn was barreling right for Bulbasaur, that horn lowered and at the ready.

"Wait for it, Bulbasaur." Simon ordered. The grass type looked to Simon with a low growl, but obeyed anyway, standing his ground as Rhyhorn lumbered ever closer.

Closer… closer… even closer…

"Now hit it with a Vine Whip!" Simon called.

As soon as he did, it all happened in a flash. Rhyhorn had gotten close, nearly driving that horn to Bulbasaur's belly. But Bulbasaur was quicker, releasing two thick vines from beneath his bulb and swinging them down, slamming right on Rhyhorn's head and, with a roar of effort, Bulbasaur forced the charging rhino right onto the sandy floor. The force alone caused some of the sand to kick up, wavering in the air for a moment. But as it settled, it revealed Rhyhorn laid out on its side, it's eyes spiraling while Bulbasaur sat atop the fainted pokemon.

"Hm. Rhyhorn, return." Brock said, taking the large rhino back into its pokeball. "Letting it get close enough for a direct hit, huh? Reckless. But effective too. Reminds me of someone I used to know."

Simon gave a little smirk. "Reckless, or calculated?" He asked. "You did good, Bulbasaur. Get ready for the next one!"

Brock looked him over, then reached for another pokeball. "Alright! Onix, I choose you!" Brock hefted the pokeball straight up in the air. When it opened, out came the massive rock snake, dropping down on the ground with a heavy thud, causing the ground to shake beneath it. Onix raised up its head, nearly touching the ceiling with its horn as it bellowed out a loud "Groooooar!" before lowering down to look right at Bulbasaur.

The grass type trembled visibly, taking a few steps back. "Bulbasaur! Don't worry, you can do this!" Simon encouraged. "It may be big, but you can knock it down just as easy!"

The words were at least uplifting. Bulbasaur stood his ground, looking up at the Onix. "Saaaauraar!" He tried growling back. The Onix didn't flinch, but Bulbasaur's worried expression faded away.

"Now Onix, use Tackle!" Onix let out another roar, crashing itself down on the ground and slithering through the sand, aiming right for Bulbasaur. The ground rumbled as it moved along, drawing closer and closer at a shocking speed.

"Bulbasaur, try to dodge it and use Leech Seed!" Simon ordered. Bulbasaur tried, scrambling to the side as he just barely avoided a full on collision. He was hit on a back foot, though, causing him to spin out a few times and trying to keep steady. Shaking his head, Bulbasaur let out a huff, planting his feet down on the ground. His bulb swelled again and, aiming for the tail end of Onix, fired off a bundle of seeds.

They soared through the air, landing on separate parts of Onix's body, quickly sticking to it and blooming, releasing several thin, lengthy vines from within that wrapped around its form as best as they could, sprouting leaves along their length as they settled in. As Onix was coiling back on itself, the vines let off a dull green glow, causing it to roar out in pain. The same glow surrounded Bulbasaur, healing the scratches he had.

"See? You're doing fine." Simon said. "Now, get it with Sleep Powder!"

"Bulba!" Aiming his bulb again, Bulbasaur took aim again, getting closer to the writhing rock snake. He had to push harder than usual, but the cloud of greenish powder burst from his bulb, going right over towards Onix's face.

"Onix, get out the way and use Rock Tomb!" Brock yelled. The rock snake roared out again, whirling around just in time to get a faceful of powder, shaking its head rapidly to clear it away. Then, Onix reared up, glowing a bright white. The heavier stones in the room had begun to lift, covered in the same glow and soaring coming closer.

But, right as they were going to crash into Bulbasaur, Onix's eyelids drooped. The glow faded, leaving the rocks to just tumble back down in place before, not long after, Onix fell as well, fast asleep.

Simon watched it collide with the ground. "Bulbasaur, it's down! Finish it off with-" before he could finish the command, though, Bulbasaur has started running right at the sleeping giant, whips out at the ready.

Instead of the usual Vine Whip, though, Bulbasaur latched them to Onix's horn, hefting himself off the ground and swinging up into the air. When he was right above Onix, Bulbasaur's bulb lifted up a little, and from it rained countless leaves, all crashing down hard on the massive snake's body, and after the barrage was done, Bulbasaur landed atop Onix's now unconscious form, roaring again.

Brock stared, shocked at first, but he gave a little smile and returned Onix to its pokeball. "Well. I have to say that was quite the battle. You've earned this."

Simon's focus was on Bulbasaur, watching as the grass type walked back to his side, plopping down right at his feet. When he looked up again, Brock was holding out both hands. In one, a box small enough to rest easy in his palm. The other held the badge. Before Simon could ask, Brock spoke. "That's the Boulder Badge. The box is a TM for Rock Slide. You can use it to teach the move to any of your pokemon compatible with it."

"Thank you. And your pokemon battled good." Simon said as he took the two items.

"Before you leave, though… I recommend spending more time with your Bulbasaur. Outside of its pokeball. Your other two pokemon performed fine, but that one lost control towards the end. Be careful." Brock said, producing a pokedex.

Simon handed over his and, while the transaction was made, looked down at his starter. Lost control…?

Later on in the day, an hour or so after noontime, and Simon was still in Pewter. One of the newer buildings in town was a hotel of sorts, so he used the winning money to have the rest of the day there.

The hotel had a play area for pokemon, so that's where he left his team. All of them, except for Bulbasaur. Out of all his pokemon, Bulbasaur was the one who wasn't eager to romp about on the playsets, so Simon brought him up to the room.

Simon was laid out on the bed, with Bulbasaur right next to him. He was staring intently at his pokedex, the messages open.

Those pictures from his brothers… as much as he made it seem like they were wrong, he couldn't deny how arousing they were. But why? He'd heard of trainers being… close with their pokemon before, but actually seeing it for himself was a story in and of itself.

And both Alvin and Theodore looked like they were enjoying themselves. Maybe they were onto something. Maybe he could…

Simon moved a hand down, lifting himself up enough for that hand to rest atop his crotch. He bit his lip and began to grind against his palm, a blush starting to settle on his cheeks as he turned his attention back to the dex's screen.

There was Alvin reaming his Sneasel… there was Theodore going at it with his pokemon… Simon bit his lip a little, grinding his hand more. Damn was it a good thought...

"Saur?"

Bulbasaur's curious sound made Simon freeze. The grass type was looking over his shoulder.

Simon bolted up, holding the dex to his chest. "This isn't anything important! And you saw nothing." Simon said quickly, trying to close the messages now. As he did, Bulbasaur gave him an unamused stare, moving forward so his front legs were set atop Simon's thighs.

When Simon looked to his pokemon, Bulbasaur winked before his bulb released a pinkish powder. Quickly closing his eyes, Simon sputtered and shook his head, pawing at his face with a growl. "Bulbasaur, what the heck?! What's wrong with you?" He exclaimed, removing his glasses to clean them off with his glasses. He definitely breathed in some of the stuff, but luckily it seemed to be different than the usual poisoning or sleep inducing powders Bulbasaur made.

Putting his glasses back on, though, Simon was shocked to see Bulbasaur laying flat on his belly. Not an unusual sight, but the grass type had released two of his vines, using them to squish and fondle his own rear, letting out soft growls as he looked right at Simon.

Simon blinked a few times, rubbing at his own eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Sure enough, when he opened his eyes again, Bulbasaur was still there, still feeling himself up and sticking his rear out to Simon. "Buuuuuul…~"

"I… N-No, this isn't…" Simon looked around the empty room. When he looked at Bulbasaur, he felt an all too familiar warmth wash over him. The kind he felt when Alvin was down between his legs. The kind he felt when Theodore had laid across the bed the wrong way. And even… when he was groped. If no one would know then… maybe…

"Just this once…" Simon started to slip out of his shirt, lifting it off and letting it fall onto the bed. Now, he was just in his underwear. And sure enough, he was bulging against them, already as erect as can be as he moved closer to his pokemon. All the while, Bulbasaur cooed at him, beckoning him closer with a third, thinner vine.

Simon let himself go forward, his cheeks blushed visibly as he mounted Bulbasaur from behind, rubbing the bulge of his underwear against the grass type. Hearing Bulbasaur's little growl of approval, Simon kept going, rocking his hips back and forth against that soft, plump rear. It kinda reminded him of Theodore… maybe that was his horny mind talking.

"Buuull.." Hearing that little moan, Simon reached down, freeing his shaft from his briefs. In a much clearer state of mind, he would have inquired about the apparent growth of his length. But for now, he was eager to rub it right on Bulbasaur's beckoning little hole. It squished softly from the pressure he gave, almost like it was previously loosened. Again, not a single question from Simon.

"Okay… let's do this…" Simon said, his hands resting at either side of Bulbasaur's slightly opened bulb. As he aimed himself, Bulbasaur wiggled his butt side to side, releasing those vines so they would lay out on the bed.

Paying them no mind, Simon gave a quick thrust forward that buried his shaft over halfway inside of Bulbasaur. The both of them moaned out loud from that sinking, and Simon was quick to start humping. He grabbed Bulbasaur's sides nice and tight, almost hefting him into his lap for a better angle, though still careful to not crush the bud.

Bulbasaur's little moans rang clear as day, mingling just fine with Simon's more restricted ones. Instinctively, Simon's hand went around to Bulbasaur's front, rubbing him right between the legs where his genitals would be, fondling at the sheath he found there. How had he not noticed it before? Bulbasaur had a good size on him for sure. Messing with the sheath made Bulbasaur growl and moan louder, pawing at the air as he was thoroughly pounded.

Odd… Something about holding Bulbasaur this way while fucking reminded Simon of the times with his baby brother. The green, the pudginess, the somewhat sweet smell… Even the way Bulbsasaur had started to bounce himself into Simon's thrusts triggered those memories. "Aah, g-gosh you're tight… Squeezing me…" Simon panted, keeping his hold on Bulbasaur's sheath as it swelled a little. A quick peek around let SImon see it; a pale green tip that protruded out of a darker sheath. It was cute, especially with how many droplets of precum it was letting out from the attention.

"S-Saur, saaaur!" the grass type cried out. His reserved trainer… now pounding him without a care. Bulbasaur's two thicker vines rose from the bed, snaking around and coiling softly on Simon's thighs, sneaking up until they rested upon his cheeks, spreading them apart. Simon didn't seem to notice that, what with how he just continued to pound away. So… That third vine maneuvered its way back there as well.

Simon's mannerisms over the past couple days told it all. He was a top. But a curious one. So, with his trainer's hole on display, Bulbasaur's thinner vine was prodding at it, pushing against his rim with a consistent, soft pressure that let it slip on in quickly. Hearing Simon's moans increase in volume said everything. Bulbasaur grinned in his own moans, stirring that vine around in tune with Simon's humping.

The sensation of having his hole messed with didn't hinder him. Within Simon's pleasure clouded mind, the fact that he was not only enjoying the teasing, but also feeling pleasure from something that was technically submissive… it didn't register. All he knew is that it felt good, and he wanted more.

Bulbasaur was quick to heed his trainer's silent desire, his tongue hanging from his mouth while he rode on Simon's twitching shaft. "Saaahr…" he moaned, wiggling that vine around for another reaction from Simon.

"A-Aah! A little more… you're gonna make me finish fast…" Simon, still lost in that blissful stupor, reached back to spread his cheeks. "You can add the others…" he said, gently patting Bulbasaur's head with his free hand.

Hearing that, Bulbasaur curled those thicker vines around deftly, one of them pressing at Simon's hole with the thin one while the other lightly tapped on Simon's soft butt cheek. In one swift motion, Simon was spread wider as the vine wiggled its way inside of him. He couldn't stop himself from tossing his head back in a loud moan, gripping Bulbasaur tightly as he picked up his speed.

Simon laid Bulbasaur out on his belly, staying on top of his pokemon as he plowed him full speed. So close… he was teetering on the edge, panting hard by the bulb as he tried to bring on his climax. And then, with a strong push of a vine on his prostate, Simon had to double over Bulbasaur, another loud moan escaping him as he rammed himself in to the hilt.

All he heard was Bulbasaur's blissful growling over his own groan of pleasure, his cock flexing hard against Bulbasaur's inner walls while he spurted out his thick jizz. The stuff pooled up quickly, almost leaking out of Bulbasaur. Simon continued to grind on him, his toes curled against the bed as he made certain to fully unload himself. Beneath him, he was still pumping along Bulbasaur's shaft. But, oddly, it had begun to soften in his hold. Simon didn't have the time to question it, as a few spurts within his own hole drew away his attention.

Bulbasaur was cumming inside of him. Something neither of his brothers had done. That thought didn't cross his mind, though, as all he cared for was the pleasure it brought to add on his settling afterglow.

The two of them just laid there, quiet in the lingering pleasure high that they shared. Simon found himself hugging Bulbasaur from behind, gently rubbing the pokemon's belly.

Before his eyes closed, one thought ran through his slowly clearing head. If a few vines were able to bring him off like that… what else could do more?