Chapter 25: Unleashed Tension by Beige

Chapter 25: Unleashed Tension

Story by Beige on SoFurryMarch 2020~54 min read

Beige, 69, Anal, BDSM, Breath Play, Dub-con, Hakamo-o, Human, M/F, Massage, Oral, Pokemon, Pokephilia, Sub, Vaginal, dom, kink, trigger

While Thomas traverses a cave, Griff takes the crew to Miriam, who helps prepare them for the journey ahead; though some more than others...

[This story does contain explicit material, so if you're under the age of 18, you probably shouldn't read any further, blah blah blah.]

Griff took off towards the narrow slit of sky as the cacophony of rending metal exploded behind him. He glanced back to catch the sight of Thomas plummeting into the darkness. He felt the urge to turn around and rescue his trainer until a familiar fogginess forced its way into his mind.

'Just run.' The Noivern heard the voice from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

<But Thomas!> He objected, perching at the edge of the crevasse, the light beaming down from the midday sun making the blackened depths even darker.

'Thomas lives. And he has help. You must leave before you are discovered.'

<Where do I go?> Griff turned on the spot, pacing just beside the fissure in the ground. From several yards away nobody would notice it, the hole having opened up under several larger boulders. However, multiple rusted signs around the area cautioned off would-be explorers with warnings such as 'flash flood prone', 'deep pit', 'slippery rocks' and repeated use of skulls and exclamation marks.

'Get to the arena and have Jeremy explain to the gym leader.' The voice stated firmly. 'She can help.' A vision of the town's gym flashed at the front of Griff's mind.

'After what Jeremy did at the hospital, the police are working with them.' The Zygarde informed Griff. 'Very few places are safe. But we know the Gym is.'

Without a huff of resignation, Griff followed the Zygarde's directions; flying low through the trees before dashing between rooftops in an attempt not to be spotted by the thugs combing the streets around the hospital. After several minutes of sneaking around air conditioning units and satellite dishes, he finally came to a building opposite the Gym.

The Gym that was currently surrounded by black cars. <What now?> Griff grumbled, but the fog in his mind was gone, the Zygarde somewhere back in the forest no doubt. Griff looked up and down the street, seeing if there was an opening he could exploit, but they seemed to have the place locked down tight. They must have heard Thomas had frequented it while there, or that the Gym leader was the sister of the doctor that supervised him while he was in hospital.

Regardless, it made the Noivern's job that much harder. He sighed, slumping down against the brick crenellation edging that particular building. He toyed with the notion of summoning Jeremy or one of the others to help but if he did, the flash of light from the ball would attract attention - even in this bright sunlight - and he'd have little time to discuss any sort of plan before the goons were on them. This was a problem he had to sort out himself.

Looking to his claws as they began shaking, Griff huffed. He pulled one of the pill containers from where he'd looped them through the belt and poured the contents into his mouth, tapping it to ensure each pill was out. Swallowing dry he ground his tongue against the palette of his mouth, the terrible taste unable to be washed away. After a minute the shaking stopped and Griff breathed a hesitant sigh of relief. <One problem down.> He felt the fist-shaped scar evidence of Jeremy's mighty punch from when they first met.

With a grunt, Griff leapt to another roof, edging his way around the Arena in an attempt to find some weakness in the wall of suits. The back entrance and loading dock seemed just as well populated as the front, though at least here he could see a member of staff for the Gym at the back door arguing with one of the goons. Taking a closer look he could see there was a truck idling to one side, stacks of crash mats and other cushioning objects secured to wooden palettes with multiple layers or wrapped plastic film. Between it and the loading dock was not one but three parked black cars.

Griff concentrated, facing his circular ears toward the argument. “I don't give two shits if your boss said nobody in or out. This is a delivery we've been waiting for for weeks."

“Well you'll just have to wait a little longer."

“HAILEY!" At that, a very angry Blaziken pushed past the staff member and all but shoved the suit off the dock; one foot hastily trying to get purchase on the concrete lip before the four foot drop. “They won't budge." the man said, smiling. She grabbed the thug by his lapels and pushed him further over the edge, only her grip keeping gravity from taking effect.

“Boys!" The man half whimpered, half shouted at the other goons in the area. They all turned to face the angry blaziken, pokeballs in hand.

“BLAZE!" Hailey threatened, her arms slowly licked by flame. Some of the goons seemed to get the message and backed off, while others mistakenly grew a pair and summoned their respective pokemon; most water types. Hailey just smiled. With her other hand she reached for a small pouch at her waist and pulled something from it. The other staff member dashed back inside as Hailey began to glow.

For a brief moment, everything in the loading dock was wreathed in flame. As the wall of swirling orange died down the noticeably altered form of Hailey stood breathing deeply. Her yellow and orange form now a black and red with an almost helm-like aesthetic instead of her cream coloured feathery mane. Fire freely flowed from her wrists, swirling about her arms before licking up her back like wings. Griff gulped. If there were any pokemon in there that could help him, it would be her.

The first pokemon to try something stupid was a Gyarados by the truck, it's trainer had been checking the contents prior to Hailey's arrival. The blue draconic pokemon reared back, pulling a surge of water from within to launch at they flaming Hailey, but before he could let loose she launched the goon at it. A pillar of water from the Gyarados' Hydro Pump rocketed skyward as it's aim was knocked off by the improvised missile, the man rolling to an unconscious stop further up the driveway.

Then all hell broke loose as the other pokemon focused their attacks on Hailey. A Bubble beam from an Octillery smashed apart the poster for a bout just to the Blaziken's left while a Samurott charged her with incredible speed. Hailey managed to barely dodge the flurry of attacks as the quadruped slashed at its adversary with shell-like armour. Hailey kept her arms tucked in dodging and weaving between strikes as the Samurott slashed and stabbed at her.

Griff knew he had to do something, but if he was spotted he knew Rocket Rising would take the place by force. Using Hailey's melee as cover, Griff slunk through the trees until he was within reach of the truck. With a flash of fire Hailey leapt from her place on the dock's platform down to the concrete vehicle bay, affording her more room to maneuver. Using that as a distraction, Griff flung himself into the back of the truck, tucking himself between two stacks of crash mats in the process.

But Hailey's fight was not going as well for her as she hoped. The Samurott was strong, and the constant water-based attacks from its supporters to the side were slowly wearing down the fire pokemon. Griff decided he needed to help her, but in a way invisible to the others. Fortunately that was his role in Rocket Rising before. Sure, he had attack moves, but part of his job was to circle overhead and use Tailwind to speed up the other pokemon.

Cracking his neck and taking a deep breath, Griff lined up his wings and with a quick swish buffed the Blaziken from the safety of the truck. He could tell Hailey felt the change, a subtle grin replacing the worried frown. The Blaziken's speed had previously matched the Samurotts, causing the two to be locked in what effectively became a battle of countermoves. But with the added boon from Griff, she was able to land several Blazing Kicks, which while they did little to damage the water type, eventually led it into a position where her High Jump Kick all but launched the quadruped into the stratosphere.

Having dealt with the Samurott she turned to the Octillery and with a sensual pose Hailey stunned it with Attract. A second later it too was kicked over the buildings and into the next street. The other pokemon and goons stared at the incenced mega-evolved pokemon and took a step back, one of them indicating for the truck to finish backing up to the loading dock. Hailey returned to the dock, standing on the concrete rise to direct the driver better when she noticed Griff. She adopted a fighting pose when he used Tailwind on her again.

Hailey noticed the pokeball belt draped across his chest and looked curiously. Griff held a claw to his muzzle in the human way of saying 'shush', which caused the fighting pokemon to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. When the truck finished backing up Hailey stepped into the back, standing several feet taller than the noivern. She reached behind him and grabbed one of the boxing bags, unzipping it before pointing from the opening to the belt of balls. Griff looked to her unsure, but could hear men approaching from outside.

“I told you, I checked, it's clear."

“I'll say it's clear when it's clear."

“Then you can check. I ain't goin' in there with… that."

Griff gulped, placing the belt of balls with the pills container attached in the bag before tapping the button on his own ball. In a flash he was zapped within.

Hailey had the bag zipped up just as two men climbed up onto the concrete dock. Once they had made their way around to the back of the truck, they were met by a rather pissed off Blaziken, a boxing bag over each arm. Despite their reluctance to get out of her way, she could see the fear in their eyes and smiled a wicked smile. The one at the back turned and walked away at that, not wanting any part of the carnage about to occur. The other just stared, pokeball in hand as he finally found his voice. “Gonna need to check those." He pointed a shaky finger at the zipper.

Hailey casually tossed the bag one-handed at the man, who collapsed on the concrete, pinned by the heavy training equipment. The pokemon grunted, displeased as she picked the bag up and opened it, showing the stunned man it's insides by dumping each successive bag of sand onto his lap. Several times she saw him wince as something in his pants got hit the wrong way, and it was delightful. After dumping the entire contents of the first bag she then opened the second bag.

“-No! No, that - ugh - that's fine." The crumpled man admitted defeat, waving her on as he rolled to the side of the truck. Taking a moment to get all the sandbags back into the boxing bag in the right order, she hefted one over each shoulder and walked inside. Just through the door, several staff waited patiently. She nodded towards the truck and they quickly headed out to grab the rest of the equipment.

Hailey deposited one boxing bag in the storage room but took the other to Miriam's office. Seeing her pokemon come striding through in her mega form got Miriam's attention but the worried expression across Hailey's face forced the woman to drop what she was doing and follow her in.

“What's going on?" Hailey cracked her knuckles with a smile. “I see. Well, glad you got a workout." Miriam said sarcastically. “Let's just hope there won't be any-" Her semi-serious chiding was interrupted by the Blaziken pulling a pokeball belt from the boxing bag “-repercussions?" She reached out to activate one of them when Hailey lightly slapped her hand, activating Griff's ball instead.

Into the office popped a worried Noivern. He looked around, taking in the surroundings. There were no Rocket Rising goons around, so that was a good start. The walls and shelves were lined with trophy after trophy, and upon seeing Hailey, Griff breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he had reached the right place after all that. <May I?> Griff whistled, motioning to the belt. Hailey cautiously held it out for him to take, but instead Griff just pressed the button on Jeremy's ball.

In a flash the Hakamo-o appeared and was immediately confused as to his surroundings. Even more confused were Hailey and Miriam.

“Jeremy?" Muttered Miriam

<Jeremy?> Cooed Hailey

<Hailey? Miriam?> Jeremy questioningly growled, trying to figure out what was going on.

Griff just stared at the three of them. <Of course they know who you are.> He grumbled, shaking his head.

<What?> Jeremy asked Griff, only half listening. <Wait, where's Thomas?>

Jeremy and Hailey both turned to stare at Griff, waiting for an answer. Given all the eyes were headed one way, Miriam joined in. Griff sighed. <At the bottom of a cave.>

<What?> Hailey and Jeremy said in unison.

“What's going on?" Miriam asked, understanding the less-than-positive tone in Griff's whistles. Hailey turned to her and did several movements with her claws. “Thomas is where?!" She said shocked. Hailey repeated the last few signs “A Cave?"

<Griff, tell me everything.> Jeremy grabbed the Noivern's chest fluff, growling menacingly. But Hailey placed her claw on his and forced the Hakamo-o to settle down.

Jeremy grabbed Griff by the scruff of his neck and slammed him against the desk. <The next words out of your mouth better be 'I flew back and saved him' or so help me…> Jeremy's eyes twitched as he felt a darkness creeping through him that he'd hoped never to feel again. But Miriam placed a hand on his shoulder and the growing rage subsided. He roughly unhanded Griff and paced to the back of the room.

<What happened?> Hailey asked, stepping between the two dragon types.

Griff cleared his throat. <Thomas told me to Go. To go and 'keep them safe'. So I came here.> He didn't take his eyes off Jeremy. <The other one. The one with the voice,> Jeremy stopped pouting angrily at the shrouded mention of the Zygarde, and instead glared at the Noivern, ensuring the pokemon knew he had every ounce of the Hakamo-o's attention. <It told me he survived the fall. He survived and there was someone down there who would help him. I swear.>

Jeremy scowled, huffing. He strode forward but instead of heading to Griff to dole out more violence, he instead snatched the belt from Hailey's hand and mashed the button on the Noivern's ball. With a flash there were just three left in the room.

<Was that really necessary?> Hailey growled.

“I can tell there's more here than just Thomas being in a cave, so can someone please tell me what's going on?"

Jeremy sits all three of them down to talk about the happenings of the last few hours, including the attack on the hotel and hospital, along with the current escape plan and trying to guess what was going to happen from that point. Throughout it all Haiely did her best to sign to Miriam the important points.

“So, Thomas is taking the underground stream to the Hidden Pools?" Hailey and Jeremy both nodded. “That'll take him well into tomorrow if he walks it. If he jumps in, well…" Miriam scratches the back of her neck “Let's hope he doesn't jump in." Jeremy looked concerned. “It's called an underground stream for a reason. And it's damn quick." She sighs, realising she's not helping the situation. Hailey gives her a worried glance. “He'll be fine. Thomas doesn't seem like the one to give up easy, and he has help, right?"

Jeremy grunted. <Yeah, I wouldn't necessarily trust anyone 'That' thing says is help.> Despite that, Jeremy couldn't help but remember it was the Zygarde that helped bring them together originally. He sighed, resigned to the path he was on. <Okay, I need to get there as soon as possible.> He fastened the belt around his waist and walked over to the map on one wall.

“You're not headed off now are you?" Miriam asked, surprised. Jeremy ignored her, tracing a path through the hills to what he guessed the pools were. Hailey strode up behind him and placed a claw on his shoulder. It was heavy and imbued all the purpose necessary to get her point across. Jeremy didn't want to fight his way out, but he would if he had to.

<You mentioned your Mudbray friend was injured escaping the hotel, there are dozens of thugs out looking for you and it'll only take you a third of the time to get there over land versus Thomas' path.> Jeremy growled, he could see where this was going. Hailey placed her other claw on his other shoulder. <At the very least, wait until night.>

Jeremy sighed, shaking his head. The Blaziken was right. Leaving now would be beyond foolish, and would lead those goons straight to Thomas, assuming Jeremy wasn't captured first. <Fine, I'll wait.> Jeremy said, unclipping the belt and tossing it to Hailey. He then stormed off through the office's side door into the back hallway and down the long ramp toward the hot springs.

Hailey sighed, signing to Miriam as best she could what the two came to decide. “At least he'll have darkness on his side." She looked at the other pokeballs on the belt. “Let's get them healed up, eh?" Miriam said, halfheartedly smiling as both she and Hailey took turns placing the occupied balls in the healing station on her desk. The five pokeballs blinked from their respective buttons and rings depending on the individual ball's design.

“Once they're done, get them out and see if any of them need anything. Might as well at least get 'em all fed before Jeremy heads off." Hailey raised an eyebrow to her trainer as Miriam made for the side door. “He needs company. And with me he can say whatever he wants without judgement." She grinned weakly, loosing a small chuckle before sighing, clicking the door closed behind her.

Hailey groaned, looking at the machine. It indicated only a few minor injuries on four of the balls and a serious one on the fifth. The timers ticked down one by one, and the first to ping was picked up and released. A Zweilous popped into existence in the office and growled cautiously, unable to sense Thomas anywhere nearby.

<Your friend Griff will explain in a moment.> Hailey offered, taking the next ball and cracking it open. Mac appeared in a flash, rolling around until he bumped into Cav. <Just making sure you guys are all healed up.>

Cav growled, sniffing the air. <We're back here?>

<Back where? You've been here? I haven't been here! Where is here? Is it fun?> Mac whirred, a million questions bursting forth from the youthful pokemon's mind as he spotted the door. Before he could roll up and charge through it, he was stopped by a fluffy red foot.

<Hold your ponytas young one.> Hailey chuckled, another ping signalling the next pokeball ready to open. <Gotta have a chat first.> She pressed a button, bringing Carmen into the office. The Goodra looked around a little puzzled as to where she was before spotting Hailey. Before the bird pokemon could react she became the recipient of a very gloopy hug.

<Hailey?> Mac asked

<Mistress?...> Cav added, amused.

<Just, Hailey.> The Blaziken said with a growl to Cav while flicking her eyes to the Whirlipede.

<Gotta learn someday.> Cav snorted.

<Not today.> Hailey added before turning back to Carmen who was looking a little embarrassed at her outburst. Hailey gave in to the slime and hugged the Goodra back. <It's good to see you again, though I didn't expect it to be so soon.> The next ball pinged, leaving just the Mudbray's ball whirring away in the machine. The timer extended itself by many minutes. Hailey took Griff's ball and released him into the room.

He looked around, seeing the others grouped together, but no Jeremy or Dusty. He glanced to the noisy machine on the desk and realised Dusty was still being healed. <Where's…> He muttered, scanning the room for his own protection

<Jeremy is taking some time to himself downstairs. Griff was it?> the Noivern nodded. <Sorry about that earlier. I take it there's some… tension, between you two?>

Griff grunted <Yeah, he tried to kill me, now I technically owe him my life.> Hailey raised an eyebrow, prompting further explanation. He hoped he'd not have to explain himself again. He was saved by Carmen.

<Griff used to be one of those Rocket pokemon, but his trainer was a bad person and abandoned him so Thomas agreed for him to join our group and pay for all his medication and stuff!> She said it in such a bubbly and happy way that Griff couldn't help but smile.

But his smile turned serious when he realised about the medication. <I, I need to go back in my ball.> The others looked at him a little uneasily. Griff sighed, pointing to the medication container. And with that, Griff tapped his ball and in a burst of multicoloured light was nothing but an after-image.

<So, what's going on here?> One of Cav's heads growled. <Where's Thomas?> Asked the other, looking around.

Hailey, realising the only other two that could tell the tale were either sulking or hiding in their pokeball. She huffed, rubbing her temples with the softer pads of her clawed hands. <If I've got this right, you all ended up at the hospital, right?> Three draconic heads nodded while Mac jumped in place. <So Thomas escaped the hospital by going through a cave. Well, falling into a cave.> Carmen gasped, covering her mouth while Cav grunted sarcastically. Mac just went wide eyed and silent. <Apparently he's fine, there was a pokemon down there to help him or something like that. They're gonna head through the cave system and if Miriam is right it should come out…> Hailey walked over to the map on the wall and pointed at a spot on it <Here.> The others looked between each other and the map. The blaziken grunted. <This is where we are,> She jabbed a claw at the dot marked 'Owlra' <And this is about a days walk.> She jabbed a finger at the Hidden Pools

<And we'll meet Thomas there?> Hailey nodded. <YAY! Why are we waiting we should->

Hailey interrupted her with a claw pressed gently to the Goodra's muzzle <The whole town is crawling with thugs. Jeremy's gonna wait until night, then he's gonna head out.>

<So we gotta wait 'till then?> Hailey shrugged, looking from Carmen to her ball and back, silently giving the pokemon a different option. But instead Carmen cleared her throat and moved a little closer to the Blaziken. <Aaaactually,> She said with hushed tones <There is something that I'd like to do.>

Hailey grinned cheekily. <Is there really?>

But Carmen was not going down the path the Blaziken had assumed. <Back- back in the hotel,> She said, lowering her voice even further <We kinda left in a hurry. We may have left some things. Some… personal things…> Hailey looked a little confused <Some, costume-y things…> That nugget of information struck the bird pokemon like a lightning bolt, her eyebrows nearly detaching from her face as they shot up so fast.

<OH! Oh.> She took a deep breath, before clearing her throat and pondering the best way to get the stuff back to the gym, given the Rocket Rising embargo going on outside.

<You two done?> Cav grunted from the other side of the room.

<Rude!> Carmen barked back at him.

Cav batted at Mac, sending the bug pokemon thumping against the wall. Mac spun up, ready to slam back into the Zweilous when a big claw reached down and grabbed him firmly.

<Not. In. The. Office.> Hailey commanded. She picked Mac up and held him one-handed as she strode over to the main office door, opening it for Cav. <Out. I'll organise some food once I've seen to your Mudbray friend.> She deposited Mac outside the door and Cav soon followed. Hailey pointed a claw at a set of vacant mats. <Take 'Green' section. Nobody's really training today with what's going on outside. Just stay out of 'Their' way.> She pointed to a female trainer and her Hitmonchan who was giving a boxing bag a lifetime worth of wear in only a few minutes. Hailey sighed <At least we ordered more…>

Closing the door to let the other two have their fun, Hailey turned back to Carmen. <Males.>

<Tell me about it.> Carmen groaned back, rolling her eyes.

The Blaziken checked the timer on Dusty's ball; it wasn't much, but there was still some time to go. Hailey grinned. <Come with me.> She cooed, leading Carmen through the side door and down the hallway.

<A-are we going to…> Carmen gulped, remembering the dungeon-like room from before.

<No, I have a feeling that one's occupied. I was gonna take you to a different room.> Hailey smiled mischievously as Carmen tagged along, blushing. They made it down the ramp-like hallway and into the sauna section. But unlike before, they walked past the various rooms to a cave like entrance with a sign above it declaring it to be the 'Rock Pools'. As they walked through into the room Carmen whistled at its size. The ceiling must have been only four foot up, but it was filled with maybe ten feet deep of water almost immediately from the cave entrance.

<Who are they?> Carmen pointed to a dozen or so Magikarp.

Hailey, confused looked to where the Goodra was pointing and huffed. <Ah. They get in through the cracks sometimes. They'll find their way out eventually. Or they'll become dinner.> She licked her beak and several of the fish scattered. But before she could say anything else, Hailey felt a throbbing ache in her belly. She doubled over, catching Carmen's concern.

But hailey just pushed the Goodra away. <It- It's okay. Just… The Blazikenite… wearing off…> She coughed, her plumage fading from it's dark black back to orange. Her crest and wing-like protrusions replaced with the feathery beige mane. Carmen again tried to help as Hailey stumbled. <It's okay. Damn.> She half chuckled, half winced, frustrated she would be unable to have fun with the Goodra this time. <I'm gonna rest for a bit.>

<A-are you sure?> Carmen asked, but Hailey just nodded, stumbling out of the room.

<I'll be fine. Enjoy the pool. I'll just be in here...> Hailey pointed to the sauna next door, hoping to catch her breath on one of the seats in there while taking advantage of the heat to rejuvinate her.

<And now I'm alone.> Carmen said dramatically. Bubbles burbled from the pool, a magikarp looking up at her, it's gaze somewhere between hurt and confused. Several more Magikarp gathered to stare up at Carmen. But she just looked down into the pool and smiled. <I'm gonna tell you about this awesome human called Thomas!>

“Are you sure?" the woman asked her Hitmonchan partner. It nodded back, it's black eyes almost hollow. A gloved hand pointed to the hallway leading down to the saunas. “Headed for some private time, eh?" It tapped her on the shoulder, making a few gestures. “Another? Who?"

A Blaziken and Goodra - arm in arm - set off down the same hallway from Miriam's office. The Hitmonchan gestured to them, then made a beak with it's gloves. “The Blaziken's Trainer. Hmph." She grumbled “Trust Miriam Coral to fuck everything she sees." The Hitmonchan raised an eyebrow but otherwise kept quiet. “Find him, but stay out of sight."

The Hitmonchan nodded, it's black glossy eyes focused keenly on the hallway as it took off towards the saunas.

Jeremy sat at the edge of the hot spring, his feet dangling in the water. He ran his fingers over his shoulders, the shoulder and arm plates slowly growing out. They felt fragile - more like Thomas' fingernails - than their proper, steel-like appearance they would take in a day or so. Well, depending on how much time he spent within the ball. That's the problem with things like his armor plates. He'd lost them occasionally during fights, and that was fine, he'd just regrow them while keeping Parker company on his walks. But since the discovery of his Hidden Power back on Route 13, he'd been using them as ammunition. All he had left fully formed were the plates on his thighs and the ones at the end of his tail.

And his skin open to the air like that sent shivers down his spine. So unprotected, so vulnerable. But each one was - to him - a necessary sacrifice. <To keep Thomas safe.> He moaned, kicking the water.

A hand fell on his right shoulder. A human hand. Jeremy froze in place. It was warm, and somehow its mere presence helped remove some of the stress that had been building up in his body for so long. It shifted, ready to pull away, but a pink and yellow claw quickly moved to it, holding the hand in place.

“Thought you could do with the company." Miriam said softly. Jeremy sighed as a second hand fell on his other shoulder. Any other day he'd have rejected her advances, but the sensation of her soft skin on his sensitive shoulders was enough to cancel any objections he had to her presence. “Hailey and I speak through signing." She said, her voice melodic and gentle. “My sister and I both took lessons, helps a lot more than you'd think. Though our partners had to come too."

Miriam slowly knelt behind Jeremy, and while he was a little confused as to why, her motives very quickly became clear. Despite her otherwise silken touch, a thumb pressed into each shoulder blade, swirling in tight circles along his muscles, prompting him to moan in a mix of pleasure and relief. <Oh Arceus…> Jeremy groaned, his eyes rolling back as Miriam began working her magic, one by one removing the tense knots populating the Hakamo-o's body.

A satisfied grin crept across the woman's face as she massaged the pokemon. “I say that because I can't understand a word you're saying. But," She paused, shifting her position to slide one leg under Jeremy's tail as she slid a leg into the water either side of the Hakamo-o. Miriam leaned in close to Jeremy's ear, her bare breasts pressing into his back “I have a feeling you can understand me, correct?" Jeremy nodded, gulping as the whole situation became more intimate.

he growled, before realising the stupidity of what he said, shaking his head.

Miriam kissed his cheek. “Anything you want to say, say it. Get it out. Believe me, you'll feel better." Her hands began to work further up the pokemon's neck, so she gave him one more kiss on the cheek before pulling her head back to allow the hands access.

Jeremy sighed. <Where do I begin?> As if to say 'wherever you want' Miriam's magic thumbs stroked along the underside of his skull, pressing into nerves and muscles he didn't even know he had. Jeremy growled in appreciation while trying to decide where to start.

Miriam noticed the hesitation and smiled. “How about this," She said, running her fingertips down his neck and shoulders to press into his chest. “If Thomas was standing right in front of you and could understand every word you were saying, what would you say?"

<Do I really matter?> The words were out of the pokemon's mouth before he even realised they were forming. His growled question hung in the air, unanswered. But despite being unable to understand, Miriam's gentle massage probed deeper, pushing into the pokemon's knotted muscle and forcing out more words. <Do I? Time and time again you choose others over me.> He clenched his fist, taking a deep breath, before letting it out with a whimper.

He groaned, the gruffness in his tone slowly replaced with sadness as he thought back to his old trainer, his lifelong friend. <Parker cared. I know he cared. He trained me, fed me, cared for me.> Miriam's massaging hands groped the pokemon's pecs before moving back to his shoulders, where her thumbs pressed heavily into his back. With a contented moan, Jeremy continued. <But ever since Milra,> he shook his head <Am I just another object? A tool to get you further ahead?>

Jeremy shuffled in his spot, turning around to face Miriam while she slid to the side to give him room. The woman patiently waited, hands in her lap for Jeremy to make the next move. He whined, the look of pain clearly in his eyes. He balled his fist and was about to smash the floor with it when Miriam's hand wrapped around it.

“Jeremy," her voice was like warm honey; sweet, flowing and able to soothe the pokemon's aching heart “There are better ways to get worked up." Miriam slid into the hot spring before lifting herself up into Jeremy's lap. That's when the pokemon realised his particularly impressive erection, no doubt from the intense massage he'd just recieved. Miriam straddled the Hakamo-o's lap, sliding forward just enough for his throbbing member to press lightly against her well toned belly.

He gasped a little at the touch of skin-on-skin, but remained mostly still. In all his life he'd never met two humans quite so ready to jump him. And with Thomas, that was mostly because of the little green mind-controller. But Miriam was willingly sitting in his lap, not commanded by Hailey; in fact that relationship appeared significantly more complex than his and Thomas' insofar as how the two took their own independence along with their obvious Domme/sub relationship. Yet somehow it all seemed so much simpler, no doubt the result of much soul-searching and finding the right balance of boundaries that each of them were happy with. It was an end result that despite all his anger towards the Zygarde, all the frustration towards Thomas' changing moods and the ever-present threat of mobsters, made Jeremy realise that was exactly what he wanted.

“Hey." Miriam placed a finger under the pokemon's chin, raising his muzzle so he could look into her eyes. She smiled the kindest, most genuine smile Jeremy had seen in a long time. “I know that look." Jeremy blushed a little, attempting to turn away, but Miriam held his face in place; his red eyes looking to her pleadingly. “You two will be fine. It'll take some sorting out, but you'll get there." Soft, ruby lips pressed against his muzzle as she kissed him gently on the nose. “Until then, there's more tension in you than I can get out with massage alone." She kneeled forward, raising herself up, lining the glistening folds of her pussy above Jeremy's turgid rod.

With her head beside Jeremy's, Miriam whispered “Hailey and I have rules. But we also have exceptions." She lowered her hips just enough for the pre-dribbling tip of Jeremy's cock to press inside her warm, inviting hole. Miriam bit her lower lip, sighing. “She gives you permission to give me everything you got," the woman breathlessly gasped, another inch of the Hakamo-o sliding through her entrance before adding almost inaudibly “and I want it all."

<Are you sure?> Jeremy growled questioningly. He hoped the tone would drive his meaning home, even if the words were indecipherable.

Miriam nodded, the question as clear as her answer. “If any pokemon were to lay a hand on me Hailey would reduce them to paste." Jeremy's pupils narrowed as his eyes widened, Miriam sliding down the rest of the pokemon's length with a lust-fuelled moan. She shuddered upon hilting the massive cock before turning to look Jeremy square in the eyes “But just this once, you have a free pass." She placed a hand beside his head, gently running down the leathery pink and yellow skin, fingers tracing along his neck before coming to rest on his shoulder, giving it a light and comforting squeeze. Then with a sigh and a smile that could have melted an iceberg, she added “Don't be gentle."

It took barely a second of Jeremy considering the woman's words and wondering whether she truly wanted him to give her the rough fucking she alluded to before his mind was made up. With Miriam already decently impaled on his cock, Jeremy wrapped both arms around the woman, pulling her tight into his embrace. Knocking the wind from her the pokemon then opened his muzzle wide, turning sideways before clamping down around her cheeks to give her the most intense tongue-fucking kiss he'd ever attempted and - hoped - she'd ever experienced.

Miriam's eyes were open wide in shock from the sudden move; her arms unable to decide whether she wanted to push him off to get her breath back, hold the pokemon tighter or leave them hanging for him to do with as he pleased. But as the darkness began creeping in from the edges of her sight, Miriam's survival instincts kicked in as with hands placed on Jeremy's shoulders, she tried to push herself away. Jeremy pulled her extra tightly for a moment, making sure she knew who was in control before releasing the woman.

With a gasp of air, stars flooded Miriam's vision, the brief euphoria of oxygen spreading through her system setting her skin ablaze with tingles. The goofily grinning woman barely noticed Jeremy support her back as he stood, walking the dazed trainer over to the wall before thrusting her hard against it. He'd been deep inside the woman before, but as Jeremy pounded Miriam against the wall she felt the ridged cock ram parts of her she was hardly aware existed. She tried to shout Jeremy's name, but her mind - still recovering from it's oxygen-deprivation - couldn't form the letters “Jj-jj-aa-aa-aa-hh-hm-mm-mm" She stuttered through rough slams of the pokemon's hips against her own.

Jeremy on the other hand was acutely aware of everything happening. He'd had fun with Miriam the other day, and knew some of her limits from then. He also knew what limits he'd been restricted to with Hailey around, and while not a violent lover, Jeremy did relish the idea of going rougher on this human as a way of releasing some of his tension. Hailey had given her approval - at least he trusted their relationship enough that if Miriam said Hailey said it, then she was being honest - and Miriam seemed more than happy to be used and abused by the Hakamo-o. With her back against the cool, moist stone of the secret hot springs, Jeremy had her in the perfect position to be utterly powerless, and have her take every inch of him and more.

The pokemon's ridged cock repeatedly struck against Miriam's deepest walls, crashing against her cervix with each thrust. But Jeremy wanted more, he could feel himself bottoming out as he hilted himself within Miriam, both of them reaching the ends of each other simultaneously. But Jeremy knew he had more to give. 'Don't be gentle' the words repeated in his mind as Jeremy's serious and concentrating expression broke into a malevolent grin. He pulled all the way out of Miriam, causing her to blink deliriously at Jeremy in confusion as to his pause, only for her to slide a little further down the wall without allowing her legs to move; better presenting her puckered rear to his throbbing cock.

Before Miriam could realise what was happening, Jeremy forced his way inside her ass, the pointed tip of his member slick with their combined juices easily sliding through the first few inches. Miriam's eyes shot open, mouth agape in a silent scream as Jeremy pushed his way further and further into her. Halfway in he withdrew, before pressing forward yet again, edging closer to total impalement. Miriam whined with each withdrawal, biting her lip and looking into Jeremy's ruby-red eyes with a mixture of innocence and 'scolded puppy'. It hurt, but the dull throb after the initial stab of stretching pain helped drive her libido to new heights. With a thick finger, Jeremy slid into her sex. The sensitive pussy walls spasming against his digit as it disappeared up to the palm. With each withdrawal he would use the slickened finger to re-coat his thick cock in Miriam's juices, to better ease his task.

After several minutes of rough teasing Jeremy lined up for one last thrust, burying himself in the woman's abused rear and smashing his palm against her mound. Miriam came hard, growling a guttural moan as the pokemon's cock pushed against all the right places. The thicker knot-like section at it's base popped inside her to give that extra little sensation of fullness, causing Jeremy to sigh. But although part of him wanted to allow Miriam her time to recover and enjoy the climax, Jeremy had other plans. If she wanted him to release tension, if she wanted to be used like she seemed so keen on, then he would comply.

Removing his finger from her twitching snatch, Jeremy took firm hold of Miriam's waist and began pistoning into her. The woman inhaled sharply at the sudden and unexpected move, eyes wide at the sensation of such a sizeable pokemon cock working her arse like a performance engine. Her rear acted almost like a vacuum pump holding Jeremy's cock inside, forcing him to be far more rough fucking her than he otherwise would; his grip on her midsection slowly proving to not be enough.

With a huff, Jeremy pulled Miriam from the wall, dropping her to the floor with enough force that she felt it, but not enough to injure her save for a few bruises. He spun her around, his cock twisting inside her as he forced her face down onto the cave-like floor. She moaned hungrily until that wondrous throbbing cock resumed it's pace, body practically limp from the prior orgasmic assault on her nerves mixed with the wanton feelings of helplessness at the hands of this strong pokemon.

Jeremy found his rhythm. The feeling of Miriam's arse clenching around him was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Thomas had taken him more than once, and with him the tightness was from inexperience. But Miriam was entirely different. He could tell she was putting on a show for him; he could feel how tightly her muscles gripped his cock as he pounded her rear with powerful leg muscles; how her body would be malleable and poseable to his heart's content but push back at the right moments for the best penetration; how she subtly moved to give him the best angle… It was almost cheating on her part, but Jeremy was happy to roll with it. He wanted to see if he could push her past all that, truly make her lose control.

With one slightly more powerful withdrawal Jeremy mixed things up by swapping back to Miriam's plump pussy. He slammed his cock to it's full depth instantly, causing the woman to arch her back in surprise, but Jeremy just pushed her back to the floor, clawed hand pressing her head hard enough against the ground to make a point as he thrust into her well used cunt. <Be a good fuck toy…> He growled, thoroughly enjoying the power he'd been granted. Then an idea burst forth into his lust-addled mind.

Claws looping through the woman's hair, Jeremy yanked her backwards. Miriam yelped in surprise as he pulled out in one quick move and stepped back, allowing her to land at his feet, staring up at a glistening monster cock. With no explanation or time to think, Jeremy knelt, pressing the tip of his member against the shocked womans mouth. Once he felt her soft lips part around it he forcefully slid his length into her. Muffled groans emanated from the woman as she struggled to swallow the massive rod but even though her jaw was pushed to it's limits, Miriam soon found her nose buried at the base of the Hakamo-o's genital slit; his musky scent overpowering her senses.

As soon as he had hilted himself, Jeremy pulled most of the way back before plunging deep again. His strokes were fast and hard, but after every ten or so he would allow the woman a breath, her gasps for air around his throbbing cock exciting him all the more. But as he began his cycle of thrusts, Jeremy noticed the two abused holes on the cool stone before him; red and puffy, and very, very sensitive. With a grin and a growl, remembering how well she liked it last time, his muzzle descended.

Ramming as deep as possible and holding himself there, Jeremy planted his face on Miriam's crotch, jaws open wide as though he were attempting to swallow her pussy whole. His almost beak-like muzzle had several protrusions that felt like teeth pressing into her flesh, while his long, thick tongue snaked towards her hole. It flicked at her clit, causing the desired shudder to roll through her body before worming it's way between her folds. Jeremy felt a pleasurable moan vibrate through his cock. Waiting for the sensation to subside, he withdrew, allowing Miriam to breathe again before sliding back inside at both ends. His cock and tongue filled her respective holes in a way few had. This time the moan and shudder seemed to bounce through her body like waves in a pond, prompting Jeremy to take further action.

He remembered the orgasmic look on Miriam's face only minutes earlier after their kiss, and sought to replicate the same sensation. Jeremy pulled back, allowing the woman one more gasp of air before plunging into her throat, resuming the pace he'd held off on while eating her out. His tongue worked feverishly to push deeper, tasting parts of her that had never been tasted while paying extra attention to those that caused her to writhe the most. But when it came to his tenth stroke, he didn't pull out. By his fifteenth he could feel her hands grabbing at his ankles. Her grip strengthened around the thirtieth stroke and he could feel her body start to move a little more forcefully.

He pulled out quickly, enough time for her to take a deep breath, but not enough to recover as he thrust back in. Again, Miriam's struggling form lent itself to the pokemon's darker desires and pushed him closer to the edge with each stroke. He knew it wasn't long before he would reach his own crescendo, and feeling the woman's throat muscles trying to push his cock out he decided on how he wanted to finish.

In a flurry of movement, Jeremy had extracted himself from Miriam totally, her throat whistling as she struggled to get enough oxygen in one breath. He felt benevolent and allowed her two. With two fingers planted in her loose pussy and one hand around her throat, Jeremy hauled Miriam off the floor, pressing her back against the wall as his muzzle once again locked around her face, kissing her forcefully. Despite his rough treatment of her just seconds before, Miriam's response was equally passionate; he tongue roughly playing with Jeremy's as he fingered her against the wall. He could tell from the contractions around his digits that she was winding down from her second orgasm, no doubt having rocketed through just seconds earlier.

His fingers pushed apart, opening the woman's pussy lips for Jeremy's throbbing tool. As he lined himself up, Jeremy pulled away from the kiss and stared directly into Miriam's eyes. He sought a look of disappointment or fear, anything that would tell him to stop or that he'd crossed a line. But all he saw was pure lust and desperate need. Grinning madly, Jeremy opened wide and bit down around Miriam's throat; hard enough to restrict her airflow but not enough to cut it off completely. At the same time he swung his hips up, burying himself inside her.

Between Miriamn's soft mewling gasps, spasming pussy and scratching nails against the pokemon's chest, Jeremy didn't have long to last.

He increased the pace of his fucking, wet slaps echoing throughout the room as Miriam took his entire length crashing against her cervix over and over again. The volume of Jeremy's growl increased as he pushed himself closer to climax, his internal testes twitching with need as his cock throbbed inside the wonderfully warm woman. Just as he felt his body tense, Jeremy bit down harder on Miriam's neck, eliciting a pained gasp from the woman; her hands balling into fists.

Then he came.

A torrent of seed flowed forth, flooding Miriam's insides as Jeremy used his leverage to push as deep as possible. But after his fourth volley of cum he could feel the juices spray out from around his member. Miriam's pussy was full of the pent-up pokemon's fluids and yet Jeremy wasn't done. He released Miriam's neck, allowing her to slide down the wall while removing his pulsing cock from her freshly painted insides. As she collapsed on her arse, Miriam found herself nose-to-tip with the leaking member, barely able to close her eyes in time as Jeremy's fifth spurt of jizz slathered her cheeks and lips in the pearly cum.

Without thinking Miriam opened wide and allowed Jeremy to mouth fuck her through his next few blasts, the woman diligently swallowing every drop as she stared up at him with a lusty gaze. Several more spurts and the pokemon was spent. He felt his legs go weak, and stumbled backwards. Miriam was quick to stand, guiding him over to the hot spring where the two sat on one of the submerged platforms. Jeremy wrapped an arm around Miriam pulling her close. <Thank you.> He sighed. He could tell by the way she hugged back that she understood.

<And that's how I got here!> Carmen said, throwing her arms out wide. The pool full of Magikarp looked on intently, some splashing happily. <And now I got to meet all of you. Such great listeners!> She beamed. One of the orange pokemon up the front burbled something. <How am I gonna find Thomas? I dunno.> She thought about it, tapping a paw against her chin. <Perhaps I can give him a sign, let him know we're looking for him so he doesn't lose hope.>

She looked around the room, spotting an abandoned roll of bandage material and a black marker pen. Something in her mind sparked an idea as she looked from the bandage to the pen and back to the Magikarp, but it wasn't quite taking root in her mind. She stared at them all, the thought right at the edge of perception. The magikarp looked between each other, confused.

<HA! Got it!>

“What do you mean you've got it?" The gruff voice said somewhat grumpily from the other end of the phone call.

“The Hakamo-o. I have it." The woman whispered into her phone's mic. “Well, I'm with it."

“You have to bring it with you to get the bounty." Came the response. “What about the man?"

She huffed. “Not here. Does that matter?"

“It matters if you want the bonus." The woman cursed, she'd forgotten about the bonus. An extra third of each bounty on top if both Thomas Drake and the Shiny Hakamo-o were brought in together. “Where abouts are you?"

“I'll get you the guy." She snapped back. “Just gotta follow the 'mon back to him."

“Think you can do that?"

“Think you can afford it when I do?" She said without hesitation, the grand total more than enough to live off comfortably for several years.

“Think you can afford it if you fail?" The footage from a bystander filming the Hakamo-o's defense of the hospital came to the woman's mind. She gulped, recalling the glowing arcs of near-molten discs as they launched from the pokemon's hands to slice through two other pokemon. She thought how little she could do to stop it from cleaving her in two were he to pull the same stunt later. “Thought so. Call us if you manage it."

The woman grimaced as the line went dead. “Dammit."

<You owe me.> The Machoke growled as it dumped a plastic bag full of slimy vinyl onto the office floor.

<Ugh… not so loud.> Hailey grumbled. <Everything went fine?>

The Machoke fell into a bench seat near the door, huffing as he rubbed his temples with finger and thumb. <Getting out, not much problem. Getting to the Hotel, also no problem. Gathering… that?> He pointed at the bag of pink, black and orange material stuck together with a greenish slime. <You owe me.>

<Ugh…> Hailey recognised what the contents of the bag were, it would be hard to forget the previous night. <Sure, I owe you one.>

The Machoke's eyes went wide. <You, you're not even gonna argue?>

<You want me to?!> Hailey hissed back, fire roiling up her arms as she glared at the fighting type. The Blaziken took a deep breath, calming herself while hopefully also calming the headache pounding her skull. Coming down off a Blazikenite bender like she was on last night required a lot more patience and relaxation than the Rocket Rising crew were willing to give her. And using another Blazikenite earlier only made the whole thing worse. <Thank you for getting Thomas' stuff. Now take your favour and leave me to die in peace…> Hailey grumbled, head whacking the desk in frustration. Once the Machoke was out of the room she looked at the bag and it's slimy contents within. <Who can I get to wash those?>

Miriam rubbed her neck, the few drops of blood that had been on there were washed off easily with warm water. “You really had a lot to work out didn't you." She chuckled. Jeremy blushed. “It's okay, you didn't hurt me. Well," she bit her lip, smiling cheekily into the pokemon's red eyes “not too much at least." the embrace Miriam had Jeremy in grew tighter as she gently squeezed around his midsection. “It takes a lot for someone I trust to reach my boundaries, let alone cross them."

<You trust me?> the words were out of Jeremy's mouth before he could think about them. But Miriam understood the tone.

“I do trust you. I've seen the look in your eyes before." she smiled weakly, remembering older times before snapping back to the present. “And while the other day helped me gauge what sort of person you are, the way you acted just now cemented it."

<So you weren't sure what sort of person I was before all that?> He said shocked, but Miriam didn't respond, she just squeezed him again. The two sat soaking in the warm waters as the revelation worked it's way through them. <And you are okay?>

The concern in Jeremy's voice prompted Miriam to guess his question. “"Am I okay?" He nodded. Miriam sighed. “I'll be fine. Memories of the old days…" She caught Jeremy's confused look. “Oh, you meant am I okay after all that?" Miriam chuckled, kissing the armored plate on the pokemon's bicep. “Sweetie, you had me worried a couple times there, but I feel fantastic." she bit her lower lip, moaning a little as she stepped to get out of the hot spring. Halfway out she paused, turning to lean over and whisper “Next time, I want more biting." She chomped her teeth together playfully while waggling her eyebrows for emphasis.

And without so much as a towel Miriam sashayed out of the room, her swaying hips an invite for another time as she left Jeremy sitting in the hot spring to recover.

And recover he did. Something about the spring was rejuvenating, far more than it had any right to be. Armored plates that would take days to reform were crystallising in a matter of hours, several of the ones that had already begun regrowing after route 13 being almost fully formed while the two he tore off out front of the hospital were already nearly halfway through their maturation. He smiled, sinking more into the water as it's nigh-supernatural effects warmed him to the core.

The Hitmonchan stuck to the shadows as Miriam wandered past, humming to herself. Once she was gone the pokemon snuck further in towards where it had heard all the noise come from earlier. It could not understand this fascination with humans and pokemon messing around with each other like that. It served no reproductive purpose, and the whole act was deemed to be taboo in general. One might suspect that only the desperate would resort to such measures, or the truly delusional. But it knew for a fact that those in high society were not immune from this animalistic urge.

It huffed, peeling away from the shadows to walk through several doorways, descending into a well hidden cave area beneath the saunas proper. Slowly and cautiously it made it's way down to the pool where - just as it had hoped - the fugitive was relaxing by the pool. The telltale scar visible just under one of the shoulderpads was identification enough, let alone his rare pink & yellow colouring.

Today was payday.

Carmen wandered back into the main office looking a real sight. Here and there across her arms were small strips of bandage, and ink stains. Hailey just stared at the pokemon as she took a seat on the bench with an exhausted - but happy - squelch. <Dare I ask?> Hailey muttered with a smile, just happy the Goodra was in a good mood.

<Just solved a problem.> She said, peeling off one of the strips to fling at the wastepaper bin in the corner. Then she spied the plate of poketreats. <Ooh!>

<You can have one, I'm about to call the other two in.> She tapped the machine whirring beside her on the desk. <Your Mudbray friend is just about ready.>

<Mistress Hailey,> Carmen said, looking at the old machine <Why is it that one takes so much longer than the ones at a Poke Center?>

Hailey tapped the housing with one of her claws as she stood. <It's a much older model. The Pokecenter gets its machines replaced every decade or so. We got this one a while back when they changed supplier.> Carmen munched away at one of the treats while Hailey walked over to the office door. She clicked her fingers in a surprisingly loud way, garnering the attention of the two energetic pokemon rolling around outside.

In not too long a time Cav and Mac made their way into the office. They saw Carmen chowing down on a poketreat and went straight for the plate. Cav dropped one of the Oran Berry ones to the floor for Mac before taking a Pecha flavoured one for himself. For a brief moment there was silence as the three pokemon munched away at their respective treats, but it didn't last long. With a ping the machine finished whirring and Hailey retrieved the ball from it.

In a flash of light Dusty appeared in the office; a little confused, but mostly concerned. He looked around for Thomas without success. He raised an eyebrow at Carmen, who pat him on the head. <We're not sure exactly where he is, but the little green one says he's okay. Apparently he's made a new friend.> Her smile was infectious, and it helped to normalise the insanity that had just erupted from her mouth.

The group knew how much trouble Thomas was in given what had happened in the last cave, and while the Zygarde seemed to have the man's best interests at heart, none of them really knew much about the mysterious pokemon; and certainly not enough to trust it's methodology without concern. Dusty turned to Hailey, bowing his head in thanks as he noticed her standing by the machine while holding his ball.

<Jeremy's taking some time to unwind before he heads off to find Thomas.> The Blaziken explained while the rest chowed down. At that moment a freshly dressed Miriam stepped into the room, her hair still damp from the quick shower she took after her and Jeremy's fun. <Of which,> Hailey turned to her trainer, grinning <Have fun?> she asked, allowing her tone to convey everything she needed to.

Miriam blushed. “He'll probably be up in a minute." the smile plastered across her face said it all. She cleared her throat “It's gotten dark outside, so you'll probably be headed off soon." Miriam walked up beside Hailey who spotted the small red marks across her neck from Jeremy's bite. The Blazikens concerned stare turned to mild annoyance as her human seemed to bear the marks with pride the way she held her head up. “In the meantime, have a couple treats, rest up and when Jeremy gets here, he'll explain better what's gonna happen."

A subtle scraping of skin on stone snapped Jeremy out of his meditative state. He could feel a presence behind him, watching him. Deciding between a slow turn, no turn and moving fast to catch the interloper, the Hakamo-o chose the latter. Spinning from the hot spring to land upright just a few feet from the doorway, Jeremy balled his fists ready for a fight.

Nothing.

The dragon type raised an eyebrow allowing his stance to loosen before he heard a soft burbling noise. Snapping back into the defensive pose he stared into the darkness.

Still nothing.

Then the noise happened again. Jeremy shook his head and looked down. At his feet a pink blob with glassy black eyes stared up at him. “Burble"

<Oh.> Jeremy relaxed, sighing. <Uh, sorry.> He apologised awkwardly, stepping around the Ditto as he made his way out of the underground cavern. It burbled more urgently. Jeremy sighed, turning. <What. Use your words.> The ditto burbled sadly, looking up innocently to the Hakamo-o. Jeremy had seen Ditto move around, it was not quick. <Get lost did we?> It's goofy looking face moved up and down across the translucent pink surface, even though its shape didn't change.

<Ugh, fine.> Jeremy reached down and picked up the hapless pokemon, cradling it in one arm as he made his way back to Miriam's office. <You're lucky I spotted you now, I was just about to head off.> The ditto burbled happily in Jeremy's arms.

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