Ryn's heart was still pounding as he walked into the Pokémon Center. * That whole thing back at the park was wild. * He pushed the thought aside for now; he was here to get Scyther back and take a bath.
He approached Nurse Joy. "How's Scyther doing?"
Nurse Joy smiled and handed him Scyther's Poké Ball. "Your Scyther is all fixed up and ready to go!"
Ryn thanked Nurse Joy and went to the Pokémon Center's rest area. Inside the small room, he locked the door, took off his clothes, and let Charmander and Meowscarada out of their Poké Balls. Both Pokémon stretched, their bodies shiny with sweat. A faint smell clung to them, and their pussies dripped with white liquid.
Ryn grinned. "Time to clean up, girls." Charmander chirped, and Meowscarada purred, nodding. They all went to the bathroom.
In the steamy bathroom, Ryn stood under the warm shower. Meowscarada grabbed Pecha-scented soap and poured it on her big D-cup boobs, rubbing until they were soapy. She pressed her slick boobs against Ryn's hard penis, sliding them up and down. Her soft curves squeezed his shaft. Ryn moaned, his penis pulsing. * This feels amazing. * Meowscarada moved faster, and soon his penis shot thick cum over her boobs. The white liquid mixed with soap, dripping down.
Charmander watched, her tail flame flickering. * I wanna help clean him too, * she thought, rubbing her small body against Ryn's legs. Her tiny boobs brushed his thighs, and she pouted, wishing they were bigger. Ryn looked down, his heart swelling with joy. * This is like a dream. Meowscarada's big boobs rubbing my penis, Charmander's warm body on my legs, it's perfect. *
Ryn sat down on a small bath stool. Meowscarada moved behind him, pressing her soapy boobs against his back, rubbing in slow circles. Her nipples teased his skin, making him shiver. * This is so nice, * he thought.
Charmander felt sad about her tiny boobs, pouting as she looked at Meowscarada's big ones. Ryn saw her sad face and knelt down. "Don't worry, Charmander. Your boobs will grow when you evolve. For now, you can rub my chest."
Charmander chirped, "Char!" and her tiny claws started scratching his chest lightly as she rubbed it.
Meowscarada then put shampoo on his hair, her paws rubbing his scalp. Ryn sighed, feeling relaxed. Next, it was their turn.
Since Charmander was a Fire-type, Ryn kept her away from water. He grabbed a wet towel and rubbed her scaly body gently, starting at her neck. When he reached her pussy, he slowed, teasing the sensitive folds. Charmander moaned softly, her tail flame burning brighter. "Char…" she whimpered, shaking under his touch. Once she was clean, Ryn patted her head. "You're done, Charmander. Wait outside so you don't get wet."
Charmander sulked, walking out of the bathroom. * I can only hear their moans, but I can't join, * she thought, feeling left out as a Fire-type.
Ryn turned to Meowscarada, pouring soap onto his hands. He told her to bend against the wall, her tail raised. She purred and obeyed. Ryn rubbed soap into her pussy, sliding his fingers along her wet folds, circling slowly. Meowscarada moaned loudly, her hips pushing against his hand. His touch made her cum, her pussy dripping with warm liquid as she shook.
Next, he washed her big D-cup boobs, squeezing them until they were covered in bubbles. Meowscarada moaned, her tail swishing. Finally, he scrubbed her whole body. Meowscarada pressed her wet body against his, purring, Meow...
They stepped out, drying off. Charmander sat in the corner, bored and a little sad. Ryn smiled at her. "You'll get your turn next time, Charmander, when you evolve into Charizard." She chirped, her tail flame glowing brighter, dreaming of becoming a Charizard soon.
After getting dressed, Ryn left the Pokémon Center and headed to Pewter City's Gym. When he arrived, Brock was sweeping the arena. His Geodude floated nearby, stacking rocks. Brock looked up and grinned. "Ryn! Back again? What's up?"
Ryn stepped forward. "I heard you're an awesome Pokémon breeder. I wanna learn about it. Can you teach me?"
Brock laughed. "Sure thing! Helping young trainers is a Gym Leader's job. Come inside, let's talk." He led Ryn to a cozy room behind the arena. It smelled of stew and Pokémon food. A big table was covered with bowls, berries, and mixing tools.
Brock's siblings ran around. His little brother, Tommy, chased a Bonsly. His sister, Cindy, hugged a Happiny. "Kids, say hi to Ryn!" Brock called.
"Hi, Ryn!" they shouted, giggling. Tommy tripped over Bonsly and laughed.
Ryn smiled. * This place feels like home. * He sat at the table. Brock started explaining. "Breeding's about caring for Pokémon. It's not just making food. It's knowing their needs, their food, their moods."
He showed Ryn how to mix Pokéblocks. "These help Pokémon grow strong and happy. Use Oran Berries for health, Pecha for sweetness." Brock crushed berries in a bowl. Ryn tried it, squashing berries into a paste. It smelled sweet.
"Nice job!" Brock said. "Now, let's cook some Pokémon food." He pulled out a pot and tossed in grains, berries, and herbs. The kitchen filled with a warm, yummy smell. Ryn stirred the pot, copying Brock's moves.
Ryn released his Pokémon to help with Brock's siblings. Scyther sliced berries for Tommy's Bonsly, her blades flashing. Meowscarada played tag with Cindy, purring as Happiny clapped. Charmander rolled a ball for Tommy, her tail flame glowing. * My Pokémon are having fun, * Ryn thought, watching them bond.
They fed the Pokémon next. Scyther cut berries with her blades, eating carefully. Meowscarada ate berries, purring. Charmander munched quickly, her tail flame glowing. Brock's Onix ate rocks, and his Geodude chewed Pokéblocks..
"Feeding them right makes them trust you," Brock said. "A happy Pokémon fights better."
Ryn nodded. * I wanna be that kind of trainer. * Night arrived soon. They cleaned dishes, laughed, and shared stories. Brock told Ryn about his battles, his cooking fails, and how he learned to care for Pokémon.
As night fell, Brock said, "Stay over, Ryn. We've got a spare bed."
"Thanks," Ryn said. He was tired but happy. They set up a cot in a small room. The house was quiet, except for the soft snores of Brock's siblings. Ryn's Pokémon stayed with Tommy and Cindy, playing until they fell asleep. * I miss them sleeping with me, * Ryn thought, feeling a bit lonely.
He couldn't sleep and looked at Brock, who was polishing a Poké Ball nearby. "Brock, what's your dream?" Ryn asked.
Brock smiled. "I wanna be a top Pokémon breeder. Raise strong, happy Pokémon. Maybe open a ranch someday. My parents aren't around much. Mom's off traveling, chasing her dreams. Dad left to become a Pokémon Trainer years ago, so I take care of my siblings."
Ryn listened. * That's a lot for one guy. *
Brock kept talking. "I also wanna find someone special. A woman who loves Pokémon, who'd help with my siblings, be part of this big, family. Someone kind, strong, who gets me."
Ryn grinned. "You'll find her. You're a great guy, Brock."
Brock chuckled. "Thanks, Ryn. What about you? What's your dream?"
Ryn thought for a second. "I wanna be a Champion, but also understand Pokémon like you do. Build a team that's family, not just fighters."
Brock nodded. "That's a good dream. Keep learning, Ryn. You've got the heart for it."
They talked more, their voices soft in the dark. The house felt warm, full of trust. * This is what being a trainer's about, * Ryn thought. * Not just battles, but moments like this. *
Finally, Ryn's eyes grew heavy. "Good Night, Brock," he mumbled.
"Good Night, Ryn," Brock said. Ryn fell asleep and new lessons in his heart..