FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The morning was still pale and marching along on Sydney's grounds, but the trainer was nowhere to be found. The incredible flurry of activity between her and her team spanning the night and morning had left everyone feeling weary, and the pokemon were all slumbering.

Which meant nobody noticed when Sydney went missing.

The pokemon shouldering her slumbering form along, a moderately-sized turtle pokemon with lapis-colored skin and feathery ears with a matching tail, grunted. He was a wild Wartortle, and served as a bullied servant of a powerful local pokemon. His boss had sent him off to find food, and Wartortle had chanced raiding a human property--and on doing so, had observed this trainer willingly breeding with her team.

His boss had also harangued him to find a mate lately.

Most nearby pokemon hated the one Wartortle worked for, not unlike Wartortle himself, and the females had long since done their best to avoid him. But if this human female was willing to fuck her team, why, perhaps she'd be willing to help out here as well! Grunting under his burden, Wartortle crept along, carrying Sydney away from her land and into the wild. There was a small, meadowed valley with a stream nearby where his boss operated from, and he had to get the human there.

Back at Sydney's compound, her pokemon weren't as unilaterally tired as some would have thought. The males were dozing away, but Arcanine's loins still burned deep within with breeding heat. The fact that she had already been sated, been impregnated, didn't matter. The hot sensation made the Fire-type rise.

When she rose, Arcanine immediately realized her trainer was missing. Pressing her nose to the ground, she could trace Sydney's scent leaving the grounds--alongside that of an unfamiliar pokemon.

A growl ripped out of her throat. Snagging her trainer's belt, just in case, Arcanine loped into the grass and trees, hot on pursuit.

---

When Sydney woke, it was to an aching cunt and small tremors of pleasure. She'd been good and fucked lately. As she blinked awake, she realized that she was in an unfamiliar place, a thin grassy meadow between two hills. A stream burbled nearby. She'd also been stripped out of what little clothing she had, her flesh bare to the cool wild air.

Nearby, a pokemon was looking at her with interest. A long, sinuous purple shape, the Arbok's tongue flicked in delight at the sight. Sydney instantly got a bad feeling from that pokemon; she'd learned to recognize pokemon with ill intent. Her old rival Vion had a team that were nearly as big of creeps as he was, and this Poison-type gave off the same kind of vibe.

And as if her naked state didn't confirm it enough, his intentions were made clear by something else: two long, tapered cocks poking out of a sheath low on his body.

Sydney cursed under her breath. However she'd arrived here, she was devoid of her team or even her equipment used for the wild. She was defenseless.

"Hey," she said, making her voice sharp, "I have no interest in you." The Arbok's smile grew tighter and cruel, and Sydney pitched her voice more intently. "I said--"

With a hiss of contempt, Arbok locked eyes with her. There was a sense of pressure on Sydney's head, like the beginning of a migraine, and then her words slurred as she felt her body lock up. She slumped back against the grassy mound she'd been laid against.

He'd used Glare, paralyzing her.

Well, fuck.

His two cocks at the fore, Arbok slithered up to her.

Watching from the treeline, Wartortle had seen the whole thing. Arbok had been pleased with him bringing back the human female, but angry that he hadn't brought any food. After thrashing him, Arbok had sent him off.

Wartortle had returned just in time to see the encounter unfold. He felt aghast. The whole point of finding the human had been to get someone who would willingly mate with his boss. But the human had expressed reservations, and Arbok had paralyzed her. That wasn't what he had wanted! He didn't want to be part of this!

Abandoning his foraged food, Wartortle ran out into the meadow, warbling in protest. Arbok hissed in contempt and continued advancing on Sydney, ignoring him. When Wartortle pressed, Arbok turned and, with a low snarl, sent an Acid attack spraying at him. The attack stopped just short of the turtle, making the ground sizzle.

Wartortle stopped, swallowing. He had a small discolored patch on his leg from a past Acid attack when he'd displeased Arbok, and also scars from the other pokemon's fangs. He knew Arbok meant business and would seriously hurt him (and the human) if he tried anything.

So Wartortle just stood there with his guilty conscience, unable to intervene.

"Mmmmmnnnnnn," Sydney half-moaned as the serpent coiled around her. Her fingers trembled; it was all she could do through the paralysis. Arbok undulated with a chuckle and pressed his twin cocks against her, one for each hole. Holding close, half covering her face with his hood, he pressed into her.

The sting of his entry was sudden and sharp, and under normal circumstances Sydney would have spasmed, her voice crying out. But these were far from normal circumstances. She could only rock gently back and forth, softly moaning as Arbok took her.

She was still wet and loose from her night and morning of debauchery which at least made for easy going, especially considering that Arbok's equipment was less formidable than that of Charizard, Rhydon, or Arcanine. The snake pokemon rutted into her easily, his voice sibilant with pleasure. Ahhhh... he had waited far too long for this.

After a few passes, he got a devious idea. Wanting to punish Wartortle for his insolence even further, Arbok ordered Wartortle to 'help' him with his captive. His cheeks burning with shame and still cogent of the sizzling acid patch, Wartortle followed his master's orders.

At Arbok's command, Wartortle busied himself with Sydney's chest, grabbing and fondling at her breasts before taking in a nipple into his mouth. He gave it a few half-hearted sucks before an angry hiss from Arbok made him flinch, and he started like he meant it, sucking at her and lathering her tit with his tongue.

The trainer shifted mildly underneath him; the paralysis was slowly wearing off, though not enough that Sydney had any chance of shaking off Arbok. The movement brought Wartortle's eyes upwards--he saw Sydney staring down at him. He expected her to be angry, but instead she was looking at him sympathetically. She seemed to understand that Arbok was calling the shots here.

Her sympathy only made Wartortle feel worse. Imagine being with such a kind trainer--instead, he had clung to his brute of a wild pokemon for survival's sake, and look what it had gotten him. He was party to the mistreatment of this human!

After a few minutes, Arbok shuddered, cumming inside Sydney with a triumphant hiss. Uncoiling from her, he snickered at the way she moved, as if through molasses, and used his tail to swat at Wartortle when he hopped down from her chest. Just because Arbok had finished didn't give Wartortle leave to stop!

But Wartortle glared defiantly up at him, and Arbok felt an ugly storm stirring inside of him. He'd hurt Wartortle before to keep him in line, and he'd do it again!

As he readied the venom for a Poison Fang attack, a crashing sound interrupted all parties. Arbok spun in time to see a proud Fire-type crash out of the foliage, carrying a leather belt in her mouth.

Arcanine was no fool. She surveilled the scene, taking in Sydney's naked state, the cum leaking from her holes, Arbok's still erect hemipenes, and the scent of sex that permeated the valley, and figured out exactly what happened. Dropping the belt, she roared in fury.

Realizing he had a problem on his hands, Arbok instantly unleashed an Acid attack. The attack splashed on Arcanine--and she barely registered it whatsoever. Arbok gaped. He was strong, for a wild pokemon; but she was expertly trained, a prime pokemon for an Ace Trainer!

She fired back with a plume of flame that crashed into him and knocked him backwards. Arbok slumped against the ground, unmoving. Arcanine chuffed. Was that all it took? What a pushover! She trotted over to him to check.

As she approached, Wartortle saw his hated boss stir, and realized the deception that was about to happen. He tried to warn Arcanine, but it was too late--when Arcanine was close, Arbok snapped his head around and fixed her with a Glare. The paralysis swept her body and she grunted, managing a single staggering step and a puff of flame before collapsing sideways.

Hissing triumphantly, Arbok slithered up to the trembling canine, coiled about her, lined his cock up with her holes, and--

Wartortle's paws clenched in disgust. It was one thing to endure month after month of mistreatment from this scumbag of a pokemon, but to see this sort of behavior inflicted on an innocent trainer and her teammate? He didn't care what would happen to him--he had to stop this!

Wartortle barked out an order for Arbok to stop it. Arbok snarled in response and just started fucking Arcanine even harder. He shot another Acid attack Wartortle's way as a warning before returning his attention to Arcanine. Grunting, he came, flooding the canine pokemon's tunnel. Perfect. He wanted a broodmother.

Arbok could just see it. He had not one but two females here at his mercy and both were fertile, he could smell it. He'd use his Glare to keep them defenseless and unable to resist for as long as it took him to fuck the willfulness out of them. Then they'd be his mates, fawning over him and giving him brood after brood of powerful young--

Wartortle's skull cracked into the bottom of his chin, making him see stars and half collapse.

Reeling from pain, Arbok slithered off of Arcanine, his cocks sliding free with a pop as cum leaked out of her. The canine pokemon was still struggling; his Glare was already wearing off.

Deciding to dispose of Wartortle here and now--the Ekans he'd have with the females would serve as far more effective lackeys--Arbok turned to his henchman and fixed a Glare on him. Except Wartortle knew his boss's strategies. His head was down, avoiding eye contact, as he already launched another Skull Bash.

The attack sent Arbok flying, but the snake shot off an Acid attack almost as soon as he landed. The attack made Wartortle retreat inside his shell; when he emerged, the deceptively fast snake was already on him. Wartortle cried out as Arbok sunk his fangs into his arm with a powerful Bite attack. Wartortle spun around quickly, shaking his foe off with Rapid Spin, but he felt woozy. Arbok was just a flat-out stronger pokemon than him. He didn't know if he could win this fight...

Already Arbok had recovered and was ready to advance on the weakened turtle. As he opened his maw to spray Acid, a rock smashed into the side of his head. His head whipped--the culprit wasn't a pokemon at all.

The Glare attack had worn off on Sydney. As Arbok had busied himself with Arcanine and then Wartortle, she'd quietly crawled along the edge of the meadow to the belt that Arcanine had dropped. The rock had just been to get his attention. Now the Ace Trainer was furiously leveling a spraycan of Repel in his direction.

"Creep!" she yelled and blasted him in the face, emptying her can in one wild spray.

Arbok writhed, screaming, and felt Wartortle jump him, the turtle pokemon pummeling him with kicks and punches. Arbok's undulations threw him off.

Turning his hateful eye to the proud young woman, Arbok decided to teach her a lesson. Not kill her--she would be useful for slaking his lusts and cranking out eggs. But as he readied an Acid attack, he figured that damage to her arms and legs wouldn't stop her from breeding.

Right before he unleashed the attack, a Skull Bash hit him from behind. Wartortle's assault knocked his aim free, sending his acid splashing across rocks and trees and clear of Sydney. But Wartortle's stamina was fading--he was on his last legs. Arbok decided a round of Glares was in order--get everyone paralyzed, and then he could deal with them. He'd start on the Water-type.

As Arbok fixed his gaze on him, Wartortle realized he didn't have the energy to withdraw into his shell or do anything else. This was it for him. But then the human's voice rang out--"Protect, use Protect!"

The voice was like lightning, jolting him into action, and just as Arbok unleashed his Glare, Wartortle dug deep inside himself and summoned energy to form a sparkling wall of starlight that shielded him from all attack.

The Glare was useless.

As the wall fell, Arbok gaped. That was the first time his signature ability had ever failed him. His moment of distraction cost him; Sydney called out another order. "Hydro Pump!" And Wartortle obliged, once again summoning power he didn't know he had. The incredible surge of water smashed into Arbok, sending him soaring for meters and tumbling over the ground. As he rose, he saw to his dismay that the Arcanine had almost shaken off her paralysis too. There was no way he could win against her and Wartortle!

Realizing that the jig was up, he snarled at Wartortle, calling him traitor. Wartortle shot back that he was a bully, a rapist, and a monster, and he was ashamed of having ever served him. Then, with another command from Sydney, the turtle pokemon unleashed another Hydro Pump. The incredible attack knocked Arbok even further--

Right into the mountain stream.

The water was deceptively fast, and the Poison-type had no energy to fight it. With a dismayed gurgle, he was swept downstream, smashing against rocks and rapids on the way.

Wartortle watched him go, knowing there was a waterfall at the end. Good riddance.

Behind him, he heard Arcanine stand, the last of the Glare shaken off. He flinched, assuming the tracking pokemon recognized his scent as the one who had brought the human here under the ignorant assumption Arbok had at least some decency. But thinking to the scars the snake had inflicted on him in the past, he bitterly thought he should have known better.

But Arcanine didn't care about him. She padded over and nosed at Sydney.

"I'm fine, girl," Sydney said, petting Arcanine gently. "It's all over now." Her attention pivoted. "You! Wartortle!"

Wartortle flinched and turned, looking down with shame. He'd been the one who'd put her in this situation and had even helped Arbok have sex with her. He didn't blame her if she hated him.

When she was quiet for a while, he raised his gaze. Sydney's eyes were fixed on the old acid scars Arbok had given him. "You're not a bad pokemon, are you?" she said. "Just had a bad boss."

Wartortle swallowed.

Sydney turned her gaze to Arcanine. "What do you think?"

The canine pokemon wanted to be mad at Wartortle, but if he hadn't intervened when he had, she and Sydney would probably have spent forever as Arbok's breeding slaves. She chuffed a tentative agreement.

Smiling and fishing a Great Ball off her belt, Sydney crouched down and proffered it to the Water-type. "What do you say?"

Looking at the ball and then at her face, Wartortle sniffed, nodded--and then ran and touched it, going inside the orb before either female could see him crying.

---

"Nngh! Angh! F-fuck!"

Sydney's head was arched back, her breath high and catching in her throat. Sweat beaded on her skin and her hair splayed loosely about her head.

In front of her, Wartortle looked close to cumming, the Water-type panting with want. His cock--long for his size--was smashing into her, and he was pawing at her breasts. Sydney had both hands on the back of his shell, holding him close, and had swept up her ankles, holding fast behind him. Whenever his pace seemed in danger of slackening, she used them to tug him in.

Almost immediately after he joined the team, she'd taken him aside for some "bonding" time. After last night, it seemed like she was going to be enjoying her males quite more intimately than normal.

Wartortle had been hesitant at first, but Sydney had coached him past his reservations, and he'd perked up immediately when she's reached down, spreading her labia apart with two fingers.

Now he was grunting, slamming into her as hard as he could. An orgasm was already rolling through the Ace Trainer, and it was all Sydney could do to beg her newcomer for more. "Come on, Wartortle--you can do it--"

Finally, with a stuttering cry, Wartortle slammed into her, hilting, and Sydney gasped as his cum splashed into her. "Good boy," she murmured, reaching up to pet him. He crooned as she caressed his feathery ear. "Very good boy."

She rested there in her barn with Wartortle, holding him tight with one hand, the other drifting down to rest on her stomach. Mew had already promised that she was bountiful with Arcanine and Charizard's eggs... how many others would she have?

And why did she feel so excited at the prospect?

Before long, the door creaked open. It was Arcanine.

The fire dog looked worked up, distracted; she was panting and her eyes were unfocused.

Sydney half-rose, frowning. Wartortle tumbled off her with a distracted meep. "More heat?" she asked. "I thought you'd be over it by now..."

Arcanine could only whine in response, shaking her head and pawing the ground needily.

Both of them were distracted as light filled the barn. Sydney recognized it--it was the light of evolution. For the second time in twenty-four hours, one of her males was evolving. Wartortle's form sprouted and shifted, increasing in size until the light faded; he stood there, looking in wonderment at his squat, muscular limbs and hydro cannon--a Blastoise.

Sydney smiled--and then gasped. In his new form, and in the light filtering in through the barn windows, it was apparent. His skin, lighter than that of usual Blastoise... his emerald-colored shell...

"You're shiny!" she squealed. How incredibly fortunate! Amidst the hubbub of this morning, she hadn't even really noticed.

Blastoise cocked his head sideways, confused, and she laughed it off. At the sound of Arcanine still panting behind her, Sydney got an idea. "Arcanine," she said, "what do you think about having Blastoise help you with your heat?"

At the suggestion, Arcanine nearly bounded over to the breeding bench, draping over it and raising her tail high to give him access. She was well acquainted with the procedure.

As she whined desperately, Blastoise took a tentative step towards her, then another--and then picked up his pace. Soon he was straddling his newfound teammate, blue-tinged hands grabbing her hips as he positioned himself.

Swallowing, Sydney let one hand drift southward. The thought of leaving never even crossed her mind--she almost got as much pleasure from watching her pokemon bang as she did from fucking them herself.

Unlike the tentative, almost shy pace he'd started off on with his trainer, Blastoise went at Arcanine with newfound confidence, crashing into her with power. She arched her head, howling with delight, and Blastoise gasped, both from the lush feeling of her muff against his cock as well as the unanticipated heat.

She was a Fire-type, after all.

He kept up his powerful pace, taking her hard and fast, again and again. This wasn't any time for going slow; she was in heat, and needed desperately to be sated! Arcanine was more than appreciative, wriggling her rump up against him and digging her paws so deeply into the breeding bench that she was ripping part of it open.

Blastoise slammed into her and Arcanine howled wildly and Sydney didn't have to speak or understand pokemon to know what the canine was begging: Breed me! Breed me! Oh, please, sate this heat, I need it!

With Blastoise's cum still seeping through her womb and the promise of young developing in her, Sydney could relate. She found the feeling so very, very hot. She dug her fingers in and out of her, moaning as she traced little circles around her clit with her thumb.

Though he was going hard, Blastoise was no brute. Amidst his thrusts, he leaned intently over Arcanine, murmuring gently to her as a lover. Arcanine pushed back against him, her warm fur sweeping against the underbelly of his shell. She appreciated his attentions.

Licking her lips, Sydney watched intently as it all unfolded. They were close--the two of them were both so close.

Arcanine came first, arching her back and shooting a puff of flame, her cunt fluttering and squirting with orgasm. The sensation was too much for Blastoise, who grunted and slammed in.

However much cum Sydney expected from him, it was more than what she got.

Blastoise outright flooded Arcanine's pussy, cumming more and more and more, his cum splattering everywhere, like a firehose. Arcanine panted, her eyes lidded, her tongue lolling, as finally, finally, the fires of heat inside of her were quenched.

She'd been good and bred.

The two of them weren't the only ones who came. Nearby, Sydney was sobbing as her own pussy fluttered and squeezed down on her fingers, orgasm threading through her.

Yes... yes. That was good.

After a few minutes to herself, she rose on wobbly legs and made her way over to the pokemon, shooting Blastoise a grateful glance for helping Arcanine finally get over her heat.

"Hey, girl," she said, leaning in to hug her pokemon, burying herself inside of Arcanine's musky fur. It smelled like cinders and autumn leaves and everything lovely in the wild. "Feeling better?"

Arcanine rumbled in assent, nuzzled up against her, and then gave a little lick to Sydney's bare tummy--the place where Arcanine's children, among so many others, had already started to bloom.

"Yeah," Sydney said, her voice soft, meaning what she was about to say, both surprised by it and happy at it: "I love you, too."

---

Weeks had passed since that incredible series of days, and Sydney was almost too pregnant to move.

Mew's promise to her had held--she was fertile towards pokemon and was now heavy with eggs. She lay back in her bed in a nearby clinic, stripped down in nothing more than a flimsy hospital gown that strained over her incredible belly. The local clinic was staffed by friends of hers whom she trusted with discretion.

The ultrasounds had almost blown her mind. Six eggs? Six? She had no idea what she was going to do with them all.

Another contraction set her shuddering, her breath heavy and her brow furrowed. She hadn't exactly ever done this before, or even thought she would have to. Getting bred by pokemon and bringing their eggs into the world.

She stroked her roundness with one finger, imagining the life nurtured within. Who were the fathers? Mew had promised that Arcanine had managed to put at least one in her, and Charizard as well. Had Rhydon succeeded in knocking her up? Blastoise? Arbok? All of them, perhaps?

She supposed it didn't matter. She just had to lay there and squeeze out her six eggs. She could deal with the aftermath once it was all over.

As she sat there, stroking her tummy, another breath hissed its way out as a contraction lowed through her. The sound piqued the interest of Arcanine, lying against the wall.

If Sydney was big, then Arcanine was gargantuan--an absolutely huge, gravid pokemon. She was carrying far more eggs than Sydney herself, and in fact her due date was in only a few days.

Despite her enormity, Arcanine managed to rise up onto her paws with the sort of effort normally reserved for climbing mountains and then slowly pad over to her trainer, her tummy hanging so low it almost brushed the floor.

Gritting her teeth against the contractions--she could feel the eggs settling lower in her, and thought one was working its way into her birth canal; the feeling made Sydney want to moan--Sydney let Arcanine sink her big, floofy head onto her lap.

The presence was comforting, and Sydney soothed herself by absently stroking Arcanine's fur. "Hey, girl," she said, her voice suddenly ragged with exertion. "Th-thanks. Although..." She sideyed Arcanine. "You know, it's partially your fault that I'm like this."

Arcanine chuffed unapologetically, and Sydney just smiled at her. It was impossible to stay mad at the fire dog, and besides--regardless of how surreal the experience was, getting to carry the offspring of one of her pokemon, a female pokemon, was an incredible bonding experience. Most of her sexual relations with other pokemon were just frivolities, but her encounters with Charizard and Arcanine seemed different. Sydney really felt as if she was a proper mate to them.

A contraction rocked her again, swift and sharp this time, and she cried out. As Ann, a nurse she was friendly with, rushed into the room, Arcanine gave her trainer a few licks, her tongue tracing the inside of Sydney's arm and her immense globe of a belly.

"It's time," Ann said clinically, and then glanced down at Arcanine. "You should really put that thing away."

"She--oooooooooooh," Sydney moaned, feeling the egg press further down into her. Gods above, it was spreading her wider than she ever could have thought, and the sensation wasn't like sex--it was a deep, deep ache. "She st-stays."

Ann pursed her lips but said nothing. At her wordless shooing, Arcanine left to curl against the wall while the medical professional attended to her trainer. So focused was the pokemon on her trainer's wellbeing that she herself was barely cogent of the deep ache that was beginning to stir in her own womb.

Sydney's laying didn't last terribly long--not quite two hours. Not bad considering it was her first time and she had to squeeze out six of the things. By the time it was over, the nurse monitoring her and informing her she was the picture of perfect health, Sydney was half-lucid, sweaty, exhausted--and craning her head to look at the basket. Inside, she could see six eggs, all sorts of colors. There was a single red egg, a lone one whose surface was pebbled with light grey, a purple one, a sea green one, and two eggs whose orange hues perfectly matched Arcanine's coat. (It seemed Mew had been extra generous with Arcanine's fertility.)

Sydney leaned back her head, sighing with relief and satisfaction. It was over. She'd done it.

"Well," Ann said, tidying up, "your... children should be fine and healthy." She stumbled over the word only a little bit. Pokemon-on-human pregnancies weren't unheard of, but they were incredibly rare, and Sydney suspected she was at best the second case this remote place had ever seen. Still, even if Ann was quietly judging, she kept it to herself--and Sydney trusted the nondisclosure agreement she and every other member of the staff here had signed. "I recommend--"

But Sydney had to wait for the recommendation. Arcanine suddenly bayed, stretched across the floor, panting.

The nurse looked confused, but Sydney, who had bred her Arcanine before, knew what was up. "She's laying," she said. "A few days early, but... she needs help!" As if in agreement, the Fire-type whimpered.

Ann knelt and touched her hand to Arcanine's belly--she felt the small tremors of contractions within. "It's been going for a while," she confirmed. "I need equipment for a pokemon birth."

She departed, and when she returned, Arcanine was splayed across the clinic's floor, panting as the first egg half crowned from her. Swearing under her breath, Ann knelt to do her job.

Arcanine's load was bigger than her trainer's, but she was also practiced at egg-laying and physically made for it. She finished within fifty minutes of Ann's return. The whole time, Sydney had been sending words of encouragement her way. At first, she'd tried rising to comfort Arcanine as the pokemon had comforted her--but Ann's steely gaze had put a stop to that. "You need rest," she'd said. "I can handle this."

When it was over and done with, Arcanine's load numbered ten: two eggs with the same red hue as Sydney's, two sea green, a purple one (a gift from Arbok, no doubt), two speckled light-grey ones, one with a jungle-like green color, and a stormy grey one. And last but not least, a small, slender egg of purest pink which almost seemed to emanate with quiet power. Ann had looked oddly at that one when cataloguing it.

After Ann had departed and both mothers were resting, Sydney glanced over at the pink egg. "Don't think we'll get to keep that one," she said, her voice weary. Arcanine chuffed in agreement. "But Mew's nice. I think she'll let the kid know who their mother was."

Arcanine thumped her tail against the ground in appreciation and slowly drifted off to well-earned sleep. Sydney followed after, thoughts spinning in her head. Besides Arcanine's egg by Mew, which would almost certainly be claimed as soon as it hatched, the rest would be given away through the usual channels--battlers and local landowners that she trusted, professors to be used as starters, the Safari Conservation Society. None of her team would mind, not even Charizard--they knew they were there to battle, not raise young, and she trusted her contacts to take good care of the kids--hers and Arcanine's both.

Glancing sideways at her own eggs and seeing the orange ones she herself had laid by Arcanine, Sydney realized that there were two she wanted to keep. Yes, those two were special enough that they merited keeping. If she ever wanted to retire and raise a Charmander or Rhyhorn or Squirtle, her eager males would be happy to give her another one. But unless Mew decided she had nothing better to do than hang around and make Arcanine's fantasies come true, these two were all she'd ever have.

She'd raise her and Arcanine's children with gratitude.

After that, Sydney's thoughts turned forward. In a few months' time, after the egg situation was taken care of, she'd love to return to her job and re-enter the battling circuit. Perhaps she could see what her newfound closeness with her team could actually do.

Unbeknownst to Sydney, Vion, her old rival from the battling circuit, was at that very moment also thinking of how much he was looking forward to repaying her for all the times she'd shown him up. His team was ruthless, powerful, insatiable--in more ways than one. He was brimming with hate.

And he wasn't the only one. A few hours after being knocked in, Arbok had thrown himself onto shore from the stream, just meters from the waterfall that would have surely done him in. Coughing up dirty water and bruised from underwater rocks and rapids, he had been two steps from simply passing out from exhaustion.

But rest was for the weak. Only one thing consumed his mind: revenge.