"Ryn has won the battle!"
The referee's voice echoed through the Vermilion Gym, slicing through the charged silence that lingered after the clash. Dust drifted in golden shafts of light, settling slowly. At the center of the battlefield, Mewtwo let out a heavy breath, its glowing aura fading as it reverted from its Mega form to its sleek, normal state.
Lt. Surge stood across the gym, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. His laughter rolled out, low and deep, the sound of a man genuinely impressed.
"You really are strong, kid."
The female referee, typically cold and reserved, stood in stunned silence. Her gaze lingered on the battlefield. She had watched countless matches, but never one like this. * Such coordination… such raw power, * The teamwork between Ryn and his Pokémon was flawless, and Mewtwo's temporary evolution was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
Ryn gave a quiet smile as he crossed the floor. He tapped each Poké Ball gently, recalling his team.
"You did a good job, girls," he whispered, securing them back to his belt.
Lt. Surge strode over, his heavy boots resounding, and held out a badge shaped like a sharp bolt of lightning.
"Here's your Thunder Badge," he said, pressing it into Ryn's hand. "But listen closely. You need to be careful with that Pokémon. Team Rocket is hunting it."
Ryn paused, eyes narrowing slightly.
"You mean Mewtwo?"
Surge nodded, his voice dropping to a serious tone.
"Yeah. They contacted me directly. Said to report it if I saw it and to cooperate with their people if needed to catch Mewtwo. In exchange, they helped me track down Zapdos. It was a fair trade."
"But my Mewtwo isn't the same as the one they're after," Ryn replied firmly.
Surge tilted his head, skepticism etched into his weathered face.
"Does it matter? How many Mewtwos do you think there are in the world? Whether it's theirs or not, if it looks like what they want, they'll come for it. They don't care about the details. They want power, and they'll take it by any means."
Ryn lowered his gaze, deep in thought. * He isn't wrong, * he admitted silently. * My Mewtwo came from another world, built by Team Plasma, not cloned like the original. But that won't matter to Rocket. To them, a Mewtwo is a Mewtwo. No explanation will stop their pursuit. *
Surge's tone lightened, shifting to something more casual.
"Anyway, what reward do you want? I've got plenty of tech and items that'll boost your Electric-type Pokémon's strength."
Ryn hesitated. His eyes drifted to Surge's towering frame. The man was enormous, radiating strength. The tightness of his military vest over thick pectorals, the sheer volume of his arms, his relaxed yet commanding posture. His body wasn't just built for show; it was built to dominate the battlefield.
Ryn glanced down at himself. He was fit, but nowhere near that level.
"I want a strong body like yours," he said, a faint blush creeping onto his face, though his voice held steady.
* I heard rumors about Surge that he can go fifteen rounds in bed thanks to his strength and psychic stamina. I can barely keep up with five or six with my girls. If I had a body like his, I could last longer and satisfy them all at once. *
Surge blinked, then laughed louder than before. He slapped Ryn's shoulder with a heavy hand, nearly knocking him off balance.
"Good. I like the way you think."
He turned toward the rear of the gym.
"You've got one hour. Be back then. Training starts sharp."
He tossed his six Poké Balls to his assistant, Mika, who caught them effortlessly.
"Mika, get these Pokémon to the Pokémon Center. I've got some preparation to do to train this kid," Surge said, striding off and leaving behind a bewildered yet excited Ryn.
Ryn didn't linger. He hurried to the Pokémon Center, weaving through Vermilion's crowded streets. At the counter, he handed over all his Pokémon to Nurse Joy, except Mewtwo. That one stayed hidden, clipped secretly to his belt. * I need to get stronger before I can openly reveal her in public and have no fear of Team Rocket. *
Exactly one hour later, Ryn stood at the gym's entrance. Surge was already there, arms crossed, waiting like a general.
"Right on time. Let's begin."
He tossed a bundle into Ryn's arms, a military-style uniform. The top was tightly fitted across the chest and shoulders, the lower half a wrap-style design that felt almost ceremonial.
"Wear it."
Ryn dressed quickly and followed Surge to the back of the gym.
The days that followed were relentless.
Surge shed his usual warmth. His voice turned to harsh commands, his eyes missing nothing. Every movement, every rep, every drop of sweat was judged.
Mornings began before sunrise:
- Push-ups until his arms trembled.
- Sit-ups with resistance.
- Pull-ups with added weight.
No shortcuts. No rest.
Then came rope slams to build power, jump squats for explosiveness, and long runs with Surge's Electabuzz pacing him, its electric sparks snapping at his heels.
"Every rep builds your body. Every muscle adds to your arsenal. You want to fight like a monster? Then train like one," Surge barked.
Afternoons pushed him further:
- Weighted sled drags across the gym floor.
- Tire flips until his hands blistered.
- Slam drills with heavy resistance.
Soon, his Pokémon rejoined him, each integrating into the regimen with precision and hunger. Jolteon trained alongside Surge's Electric-types, racing through courses to boost her speed and learning electric moves from Surge's own Jolteon, her attacks growing sharper.
Meowscarada, Vaporeon, Charmeleon, and Scyther rotated through obstacle courses, honing strength, agility, reflexes, and coordination.
Surge noticed their difference. One afternoon, as Scyther cleaved through a reinforced dummy like paper, he crossed his arms and asked, "Kid, what's with your Pokémon? They're different. Bigger. Stronger than they should be."
Ryn grunted, mid-set on pull-ups.
"I pick the strongest ones from the wild pokémon groups. Leaders, usually. Maybe that's the reason."
* I can't tell him the truth. It's too risky. At first, I thought it was just a good Pokéblock. But that wasn't it. Mewtwo explained it, it's me. My sperm, It's special. It triggers a transformation in them, makes them grow beyond limits. Alpha awakenings. If I told Surge, he'd milk me dry to create his own alpha Pokémon team, and that's not happening. *
Surge also enforced a strict diet, handing Ryn meal plans packed with lean proteins, carbs, and fruits. "You can't build a fortress with weak bricks! Fuel your body with a perfect diet!" he declared. He ensured Ryn rested between sessions, emphasizing recovery as much as effort.
Ryn followed every instruction. And his body responded.
His arms thickened. His chest widened. Shoulders rounded out with strength. His core tightened. His legs surged with new power. His stamina grew daily. He even stood five centimeters taller, and though he noted it with a mix of pride and embarrassment his *personal measurements* increased by one centimeter.
After the seventh day, Surge clapped him on the back.
"You managed to last until the end, kid. Impressive. Continue your training while traveling! You can't use the same gear on the road, but get this equipment it'll help."
He handed Ryn a folded paper.
"Trainer's Edge. Ask for this set there."
Ryn thanked Surge sincerely, bidding goodbye with his Pokémon for all the training.
He kept only Meowscarada out as he left the gym withdrawing all.
They reached Trainer's Edge before sundown. The shop stood tall brick and glass, with wide displays behind clear windows and a bold flexing arm logo above the entrance.
Inside, the air carried the scent of sweat and steel, tinged with faint citrus cleaner. Trainers moved through the space, lifting, testing gear, trying on vests. The place pulsed with energy.
Ryn approached the counter and handed the note to the clerk.
"Heavy gloves. Weighted vest. Protein bars. Training boots."
The man nodded and went to gather the items.
As the shopkeeper collected the items, Ryn looked around the shop, noticing racks of resistance bands, hydration packs, and energy drinks.
Then, in the back corner, his eyes locked onto something strange. Something out of place.
* What the hell are this doing here? *
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Author note
The past two weeks have been busy like, extremely busy. Somehow, three new Pokémon smut novels were launched on the E249 account! 😅
Thank you all for still sending Power Stones despite the brake! I'll do my best to bring as many updates as possible for all the novels.
You might notice my writing style has changed a bit, maybe around Chapter 47 of this novel. It's becoming faster-paced since I can't update daily (too many novels to handle!). For now you can expect 1-3 chapters per week until at least one novel is completed.
Because of the quicker pacing, I'll focus less on minor details, but if something feels vague or unclear, feel free to remind me about any specific details you'd like to see!
Thank you everyone!
Also, For me, writing this novel didn't feel the same until I finished the whole chapter and was finally satisfied. It's probably the same for you. The breaks really disrupted the reading flow and the thoughts you had. It might take 2-3 chapters to get back into the same rhythm and emotions as before, but that's just how it is for me...