Pokémon: Darkest Taboo, Pt135
Imported from SF2 with no description provided.
PART: ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY FIVE.
A hsoka carrying a slumbering espeon in her arms she strode with ire through the corridors of the club’s lower levels, each floor had been built into one of the vast towers that acted as the bridge piers to hold up the city above from sinking into the marsh like mire below. She had been humiliated by a call from the regional director; code named father. the same man that had assigned her to the long term and ongoing project, the club higher ups had reached out to their representatives in team rocket to get a message passed along to her.
_ ‘We received a somewhat embarrassing message about the subject, seems the subject was found by a member of the pokémon club, currently he is being treated there. To say that I am highly disappointed in your ongoing failure to maintain supervision of the subject is starting to make me…concerned, more so pokétube video currently going viral on the internet. And while I have been able smooth things out with the directors of the other regions; by way of laying the fault at the feet of the subjects pokémon. Others are voicing their wishes to take over the reins for the project to infiltrate the Eevolution Garden, I cannot stress just how much of a hit to my reputation I would take if that happened. _
Do NOT, give me reason to have you replaced, that said I will have the visitors pass they are providing delivered to you as soon as humanly possible.‘
The tone of disdain had shaken the powerful woman to the core, Jack was not the problem of that she was absolutely certain of, no it was his team. They were the very definition of unruly, bound only by their own individual wonts and devotion to their trainer. Had it been possible each one of them would have met with an untimely end or mysteriously disappeared during the night; replaced with more correctly trained pokémon. This train of thought began to move along a different direction as she followed the small familiar form of Eva, she began to contemplate having some of the same said team rocket pokémon fill the remaining spaces on his team, if that could be achieved then there would be an opportunity to reign in their chaos…it was worth a shot if nothing else.
“Fortunately, Jack’s recovery has not been set back by the actions of his team, given a good night’s sleep. Along with a couple of days not being used as a disposable fuck toy, he should be mobile again”
Eva stated jarring Ahsoka from her contemplations, the large ebony power house realised the smaller woman had been briefing him on her boyfriend’s condition the whole time they had been walking.
“Plenty of bed rest and no fucking; for a few days, gotcha”
Ahsoka noted with a firm tone, she was impressed with how easily Eva’s tiny legs managed to keep up with her far greater strides while continuing to speak without the need to catch her breath.
“We’ve been utilising our on-site resources; to deal with the pent energy some of his team have has been demonstrating, I believe this is why he entered the cities open day event, that and to win a new slot for gym challenge.”
The tiny woman mused, this made a fair bit of sense to Ahsoka as the Blaziken and Lopunny had been acting out with the rabbit pokémon having taken matters in to its own hands to alleviate its need on a number times already. Looking down she asked the club representative a simple question.
“So, how’d that go?”
Eva thought for a bit as she considered the words of her reply to Ahsoka.
“Well Blaze was easy enough, she just needed a good fight, we resolved that by putting her against a number of the fighting types on our security staff. The Lopunny on the other hand...well…that, hadn’t been such an easy fix”
The smaller woman noted causing her sigh deeply with a tone of unspoken frustration, Ahsoka listened to whole explanation and was just glad the director was not aware of what had happened behind closed doors. That said she needed to gain full influence over Jack, any control the she giant believed she had believed in the past to have been in her possession had been little more than the illusion of her own ego. If anything, she doubted if Jack have any semblance of control over his own destiny himself, no it was his pokémon that called the shots. This vexed her greatly, after all were the pokéballs everyone used supposed to make pokémon more compliant to their masters, yet these arceus accursed pokémon made a mockery of the dominance that humans had over the pokéworld.
A pair of red eyes watched Ahsoka from a multitude or reflective surfaces, there owner having been given the privilege gaze the inner goings on of the club. Closing her eyes slowly the gardevoir switched her psychic gaze back to the one whose soul she intended to bind to her own, she felt herself quiver as she used her power to draw the silken sheet down along his body. The gardevoir’s eyes traced themselves along Jacks slumbering body, a sense of mischievous excitement filing her as the sheet reached his hips. Reaching down expecting to feel the psionic construct that was her penis, she found its comforting presence missing as a weird alien tingling sensation started to take form deep inside of her. The psychic/fairy type felt her wide inhuman fingers touch against what she could only compare to a coin slot in those vending machines the humans often used to get food or drink out of. The moment the tip of one her digits traced it; sparks of sensation so intense she could not keep from crying, it did not so much hurt as it felt strangely good.
“NO…I...AM...MALE!”
The gardevoir hissed at herself in an almost subconscious reaction to what she was doing, even so she still could not take her eyes off of the human’s smooth skin as her finger was met by a second. Both slowly rubbing slowly against the groove of her tiny lower lips, she was panting heavily as she began imagining it was the human’s bulbous gland readying to enter her, panting heavily her hips began to grind against her hand as she admired the almost fully exposed human body through squinting eyes. Faster and harder she pleasured herself, with back arching she bucked wildly close to the brink of something amazing until feeling her first female orgasm over take her filling her with a sense of blissful warmth. The gardevoir hung there in mid air barely able to keep herself afloat, she grinned a wide idiotic smile about her slit like mouth for what seemed a wonderous eternity of pure nirvana. Then suddenly eyes opened wide as she howled in utter outrage at her body’s betrayal.
“NO!”
She snarled with more force this time, with a display of sheer will power the psychic/fairy type forced an erect representation of an oversized human phallic organ to materialise over her vaginal opening, a sense of normalcy washed over her as she began to stroke her pseudo man-hood. But it did not feel anywhere near as good as what she had experienced earlier. Worse yet old memories she had held down deep in the very depths of her memory began to seep back to the fore despite years of repressing them. Recollections of the hoenn region along with her trainer, a female human only a year away from leaving her teens. At that time the gardevoir had been a happy little Kirlia, she could recall the smell of the flowers in garden along with the cool touch of a dawn stone pressed gently against her palm one day at their camp site, the excitement in both herself and her trainer had been palpable she was going to become a gallade. After all the years they had spent together, all the fond memories they had created; the trainer battles they had fought side by side; win or lose. With excitement in her heart, she opened her mouth as her trainer slipped a rare candy in. Eagerly she bit down upon it causing her to start glowing, swallowing the candy it had no real taste to it though the energy of her metamorphosis was growing ever bright. The kirlia felt her body unravelling as it began to rapidly evolve into another form right there and then, closing her eyes she kept a firm grip on the evolution stone in her palm, she imagined how happy her trainer would be as well the new cherished memories they would make, her form increased its size as she felt herself becoming more powerful not so much in strength but more in mind. The pokémon put little heed into this fact since a gallade was supposed to be part psychic, with the change complete she slowly opened her eyes though something was off, the sense of excitement that until had only moments ago permeated the very air was gone. Her human held an unreadable expression, cold emotionless eyes glared at the gardevoir with a look she had never seen on her trainer before.
“why?...after all I’ve done for you, why?”
The human females voice confused her, it was as though she was some stranger to the human she treasured so dearly.
“why?...why did you do that?”
Her human asked, fists now clenched tightly. The gardevoir started to say something when her words were harshly cut short before even the first syllable could be formed upon her lipless mouth.
“LIAR!...YOU BETRAYED ME…WHY DID YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?...I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR LIES, AFTER ALL I DID FOR YOU, YOU DO THIS TO ME?”
The trainer screamed as a burst of red light engulfing the pokémon as she became a being of pure digital energy, even this state she struggled with all her newly evolved might an act that left her with in a cold void of darkness. Where she would remain in the precipice between reality and the reverie the pokéball offered in way of a gilded cage. Every attempt to burst free would end in failure as eventually confusion gave way to desperation, she could feel a sudden sense of wrongness starting to encroach upon the dark expanse. The gardevoir did not truly understand how she knew only that she did, focusing every ounce of her will she focused on a single point within her own mind and forced it to expand. She felt as if she was being ripped apart yet still, she continued until with a burst of blue light she materialised, panting heavily her lung sucking in ragged bursts of fresh cool air into what felt like burning lungs, keeping her eyes closed a while longer she took a moment to recover, the hardness of the dawn stones touch in her tightly clasped hand convincing her this was the real world, not some fiction created born via her own memories. All around her was a deep crater where at the very base the fragmented remains of her pokéball, it began to dawn on her that she had been buried alive with in her own ball. But for how long had she been buried? why had her cherished human done such a thing to her? these questions and so many more filled her mind as she laid their face down against the craters wall, gathering her breath with deep ragged gasps. She was not sure how long it had taken to free herself yet it must have been some time since there were no traces of her trainer, at first she had feared the human had been obliterated by destructive means of her escape. However there had been no traces of bone fragments or scraps of pulverised flesh, let alone torn apart scraps clothing not to mention the absence of her humans tent. Her mind refused to consider the glaring truth so clearly before her, the hunger that gnawed at her insides form the amount of energy she had been forced to expended; overrode any such realisation. Forcing herself to dig down deep despite the wooziness starting to well up, she focused upon the nearest location she could recall. Building it in her minds eye, layer by layer right down to the finest detail once done she began to will herself there in person. Almost straight away she felt the familiar tugging sensation; as though her very essence was being pulled at. She did not try resist it, rather instead she gave herself fully over to it, letting it engulf her until the sensation had faded away on its own. Opening her eyes she was inside a pokémarts, shelves of pokémon food could be seen lining the wall to which she wasted no time helping herself too as the pain of hunger overrode her sense of common decency besides what could she pay with she had no money. With her strength returning she reached out with her psychic might to yank several bottles of some brand named energy drinks towards her from nearby, the plastic necks being stretched to the point that they were torn free as the different coloured liquids began to rise up in to her still food filled maw, swallowing greedily between breaths she sated both her hunger and thirst, she found herself looking up at the clock on wall above the checkout counter. It was one of those old mechanical clocks where half the number would flip down to reveal the next, this particular incorporated the date as well, it was that which had caught her attention.
“it cannot be”
She had uttered in a hushed voice, the date was several months along as was the days from when she had been banished to her pokéball that made some sense but what did not was the section that showed the year, it was five years on. Her eyes where wide as she just looked at it for minuets with her mind to numb to accept this truth, though the facts refused to be denied as they lingered and pushed through her stupor to force the pieces of the puzzle together. Not only had she been abandoned, she had been deliberately buried alive, left to die or worse become a MissingNo, a doom worse than even the vilest of fates. She felt a deep stabbing pain in her chest; not physical or psychological for those she could have mitigated, it was an emotional agony at the conclusion of what had happened to her. She felt the sting of the evolution stone digging into her palm as her fists clenched tightly, causing skin to split and her blood to seep out. Oh, how the gardevoir deeply wished she could continue denying what was laid bare before her, to retain some semblance of ignorance. Yet no matter how hard she wished she could just wake up to find it to have been just some horrible nightmare, the gardevoir knew this would not happen, regardless of how agonising it was to admit it even to herself; this was the reality of her situation. This last concept broke her mind free of her memories, shaking her head to clear it she focused her thoughts on the present, banishing that portion of her life back down as far as it would go. What happened back then must have no bearing on her meeting with the Human Jack.