“Looking fine,” Brock commented about himself. He had just put on his best shirt, the one he had been saving for when any of the nurse Joys asked him out, or when any of the officer Jennies asked, or any girl for that matter. He hadn’t needed to wear this shirt in almost two years. After an hour and three bottles of gel, Brock had managed to get his hair down. He had used up his breath spray on put on an extra helping of deodorant for when things got ‘sweaty’. He had breath mints, a list of charming comments to use and a twelve pack of condoms. Only ten remained out of the twelve pack of condoms, the other two had been used as water balloons by Ash during a water fight with Misty a year back. Brock was now on high alert and trying to remember anything that might have been forgotten in his hormonal mind.
“Clean clothes, without wrinkles.” He gave himself a one over.
“Check.”
“Clean underwear.” He tugged his waistband out and looked down.
“Check.”
“Perfect hair.” Running his hands through the greasy locks, he pulled them back to see them covered in the transparent gunk.
“Check.”
“Self respect.” Max piped up from his bunk above Brock. Looking down at the older boy, Max shook his head.
“A big no on that one.” Brock didn’t find the joke funny and he snorted at his younger friend. It didn’t matter what Max thought, he was one smooth customer. He could see his future now, all the girls would run up to him with big tears of joy running down their faces. They’d smoother him in their bosoms and cuddle him like a big cute Pikachu. He’d have them eating out of his hands and once they had shown him how much they loved him, he’d pick the best of the bunch as his first womb of the festival. He’d have to make up a time card for which girl he would go with, they’d all be fighting tooth and nail for him. Of coarse he wouldn’t forget about his two younger friends, they could have the fatties and the ugly girls. Oh, the fun he’d have with all those young beautiful girls. Right now, he swore that he could hear them calling his name, Brock, Brock, Brock, Brock, Brock, Brock.
“Brock,” Nurse Joy called out from the doorway. The Pokemon nurse had popped in while Brock was having his fantasy. She no longer had her big round belly, last night she had fallen asleep and the man inside her escaped. Nurse Joy found it so hard to keep men inside her because sometimes she had to put Pokemon inside her womb. The Pokemon Center couldn’t afford a healing machine, so nurse Joy offered to keep injured Pokemon inside her. The womb had special healing powers and after an hour in her snatch, all fainted Pokemon returned to consciousness. Men didn’t appreciate sleeping next to angry Pokemon while inside the womb making any long term guest inside nurse Joy want to leave as soon as possible.
“Yes nurse Joy,” Brock smiled knowing the cotton candy hair cooler nurse was here for him.
“Have you seen that strapping young man with you, the one named Ash?” Brock deflated at the nurse’s inquiry into his other friend. Why did the girls always have to fall for the goofy ones?
“I haven’t seen him since last night,” Brock grumbled.
“Oh my, I need a someone for the demonstration in the ballroom and I was hoping it would be Ash. I suppose I’ll have to pick from you two instead.” Brock brightened and Max remained apathetic.