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It goes without saying that humans are different from the Pokémon they control. All over the world people capture Pokémon from their natural habitats, training them to fight each other or work tasks that people can't do. For the most part, this relationship is efficient and symbiotic, largely accepted by both species with understanding and happiness. Even when Pokémon battle each other until they lose consciousness, they accept their fate and still trust their masters, win or lose. This fact has been tried and disputed, but the norm always emerges victorious. More of the same, it's just how the world works.

However, there is never any argument when a human takes grave damage.

I was frozen in time, trying to absorb the chaos before me. Junis, my loyal friend, had just sacrificed herself for me and was now laying severely burned on the floor before me. My eyes stung with tears and my head throbbed with rage as I looked down the dimly lit hallway at the monsters who had done the deed, their strange devices raised towards me in threat to fire again. The male glared at me from behind his goggles and shot another Thunderbolt attack down the hall.

"Arcanine!" I yelled, finally snapping back to reality, "dodge it and use Extremespeed!" My Pokémon barked in determination, whipping around from behind me and ducking under the bolt of electricity. She tackled head on into the intruder before he could react, sending his body crashing into the staircase he had just descended and laying motionless on the floor.

"Martial!" The woman screamed, pointing her device at Arcanine. My mind raced as I looked on, my partner awaiting an instruction. Why would he have used Thunderbolt again if he had a move that could damage a fire-type? I asked myself, trying to relate it to a typical battle. It could be that perhaps those devices couldn't change moves as easy as Pokémon... meaning I had the upper hand.

Sure enough, the woman released another five-pronged Fire Blast point-blank at my Pokémon. As the attack neared her the blaze vanished, leaving Arcanine's form coated in a brilliant orange aura, now stronger courtesy of her Flash Fire ability. She had not been damaged, and now she stronger than before.

"Use Flare Blitz," I hissed. Arcanine stared down the woman as flames enveloped her body, then let out a howl and charged at her. The assailant raised her arms over her face to defend herself, only to be impacted by the canine and smashing through the plate glass behind her. After a moment my Arcanine stepped out of the wreckage, giving me a nod and soft bark that assured me of her victory.

I sighed as she padded over to me, laying a hand on her fuzzy forehead. "Great job, Arcanine," I breathed, turning back to Junis. She had not moved from her place on the floor, the burn on her back gruesome and painful looking. Part of me was thankful she wasn't awake to feel it.

I knelt beside her, carefully reaching into her coat pocket and retrieving two Pokéballs. I called back her fainted Floatzel with one and released her Ninetales with the other. It looked to me as it materialized and called out in playful recognition before turning to his fallen master.

"Nine... Ninetales," he cried out, licking her turned cheek gently.

"I know," I said to him, feeling a lump rise in my throat. "Help Arcanine carry her for me, ok?" I asked, petting down his head. "Be careful of her back."

The fire-types and I set about placing Junis on my Arcanine's back with Ninetales to her side for support. Junis hadn't stirred as we moved her, and I took a moment to affirm that she was still breathing. I stroked her crimson hair gently, tears falling down my face. Why was this happening?

I spun around, wiping my tears and marching down the hallway. "Follow me," I stammered, feeling a white hot fire in my gut. I stepped over the broken glass and into the holding cell that the woman had crashed through. She was laying face up, her arms burned slightly and her white vest badly singed. She was awake, coughing and groaning in pain. Her goggles had shattered and broken, laying a few feet in front of her. I crushed them beneath my heel as I stepped into the destroyed room.

"Hurts to be burned, doesn't it?" I seethed, delivering a swift kick to her ribs. She cried out and curled up before opening her eyes to glare at me.

"You think this is a game?!" I yelled, reaching down and gripping her by the collar and tugging her off the floor. She struggled to her feet and I pushed forward, crushing her into the opposite wall. "You think you can come into MY headquarters, attack MY employees, and hurt MY friends?!"

She looked back at me, eyes cold and hateful as ever. "Get fucked," she cursed, spitting blood onto my face. I punched her in the stomach and dropped her to the floor, wiping my cheek.

"Oh no," I laughed bitterly, walking to the edge of the room and opening a case of Pokéballs. "I'm not the one who's getting fucked." I selected a ball at random, tossing it up and down in my hand. "As luck would have it, this is where we keep Dittos until they're used for breeding purposes," I explained, glaring at her over the top of my frames. "I assume you know what we do here, so we're kind of in the business of fucking people." I caught a glimpse of fear in the woman's ferocious eyes, all the motivation I needed to go on.

I released the Ditto into the middle of the room where it sat in gooey happiness. Ninetales and Arcanine supported Junis at the makeshift entrance, their faces confused yet trusting towards me. I walked to them and reached out to gently unfasten the necklace around the girl's neck, taking the pendant in my hand and walking back towards my prisoner.

"This is a Lugia scale," I explained, the navy pendant turning lazily on its string. "It belongs to the woman you torched. Supposedly it brings her luck," I added, scowling. I tossed the pendant behind me and it landed on the Ditto with a plop before sinking into its clear pink body. "Unluckily for you," I continued, walking to the far side of the room, "the only thing this Ditto knows is sex, and Transform, of course." As I spoke the blob-like Pokémon began to glow white, changing in size to fill the better part of the room.

"Without a live subject, Transform is never perfect," I said as color rushed into the beast, blues and whites settling into their respective areas on its body. Its massive wings filled the room, and I had to take an additional step backwards to avoid its long pronged tail. The Ditto, now a copied Lugia, stared down the woman with narrow draconic eyes and let out a roar as she cowered before it. Given its imperfect copied material, it was half as large as the real thing, but at nearly nine feet tall I didn't think the woman would be able to tell the difference. "But simple DNA works nearly as well," I finished, folding my arms. "Wouldn't you agree?"

The pink-haired female was putting up one hell of a show of courage, keeping her eyes raised towards the legendary bird. Her eyes scanned the Pokémon from its pointed head and sharp beak to the shifting plates on its back... and finally to the enormous pink member protruding from its genital slit.

"You can't be serious," the woman whispered, staring at the creature's tapered phallus.

"Aeroblast," I replied. The legendary Pokémon opened its mouth and cried out, releasing a brutal vortex of wind upon the female. If she screamed I wouldn't have been able to hear it as the room was filled with the roaring sound of a hurricane. She put up her arms to defend herself, her efforts futile as her clothes shredded and tore away from her body to be scattered across the further destroyed room. As she huddled in an attempt to cover her nudity the Lugia seized her body with its hand-like wings, turning towards me as he lowered her in the direction of his pointed malehood.

"I wish I could kill you right now," I sighed, walking back to wear Junis laid on the two fire-types, "but you have information I need. So I'll make a deal with you: you tell me what I want to know and I make sure this pent-up Pokémon doesn't skewer you through." I gestured to the Lugia and he pressed the woman's waist over his cock until it poked against her asshole. "Tell me your name."

"C-Celia," she stammered out, struggling against the legendary's powerful grip.

"And who are you working for?" She looked away from me and I gestured to the Pokémon, resulting in an inch of his giant member slipping inside her body.

"Team Scarlet!" Celia cried out, squirming at the intrusion.

It wasn't a name I had ever heard before. "Who?" I motioned for the Lugia to give another inch.

She gasped and gritted her teeth, helpless to the prowess of the creature. His dick must have been as long as her leg, and thicker the closer to the base it got. Celia had just barely cleared the tip, and I knew that I had all the leverage in this interrogation. "Team Scarlet," she managed to speak out. "We wanted a chance to take down your operations!"

"Why?"

She shook her head, face contorted in discomfort. "I don't know, it was an order!" It couldn't have been a lie.

"Then how?" I asked. I looked down, sighting the larger portion of the broken device Celia had pointed at me not five minutes ago. I picked it up and turned it in my hand. It was red in color, and looked like a thin and sleek hairdryer. A cracked disk sat above the grip, the protective glass around it shattered. "Is this a TM?" I asked.

Celia groaned out and nodded. "Fireblast," she confirmed. "That's a Pokécrux, we all use them."

"Why use these things?" I asked, pointing the broken blaster around the room. "Why not use Pokémon?"

"Pokémon don't kill," Celia whispered quietly. "We can use any TM up to five times without changing the disk." I had a sudden flash of memory when Coel and I interrogated a woman who had tried to make off with a case of our TMs along with some management files. "It's based off of Team Flare research fronted by Xerosic!"

"Essentia," I breathed. People with the power of Pokémon. She did have a point, Pokémon rarely harm people directly and there was only a sparse collection of stories involving actual human deaths. "Keep talking," I ordered. I signalled for the Lugia to show less restraint, and he began thrusting in and out of Celia's body slowly. "Tell me the name of your boss. Who are they?"

Celia cried out and grunted as the dragon-like cock shifted in and out of her, now becoming slick with pre. Her face was dripping with sweat now, her spiked pink hair now falling forward and bouncing with each thrust the Lugia gave. "Her name is Evelyn Valore!" she yelled, attempting to stifle a moan.

It was my turn to let out a gasp, I couldn't have repressed it if I had wanted. It was a haunting name from a past long since forgotten, a name part of a dead history and a dead organization. It was a name whispered in Team Rocket bases around Kanto, about the illegitimate and estranged daughter of Giovanni himself. They whispered about how she had forced him to give her a job under him, and she was so terrifying that he actually gave in. They whispered, but they never knew. I had seen Evelyn Valore twice in my life, the first time she had screamed at and kicked her Pokémon to attack an intruder directly. The second time she marched into the lab I was overseeing, smashed a fluorescent light tube over an employee's head and left. I later learned that he had finished off the pot of coffee in the break room before she received her cup.

"Impossible," I narrowed my eyes.

"It's the truth!" she cried, taking the Lugia's member deeper into her ass with each thrust he gave. "Please tell him to let up!"

I threw the Pokécrux to the floor, shaking my head. "Might as well let him finish," I said, looking her dead in the eye. "I still want to kill you, consider this mercy." The Lugia picked up speed, slamming Celia's body over and over on and off his cock. Her eyes flashed open and she groaned out, doing her best to ride out the legendary Pokémon's carnal assault. I wasn't kidding when I said the Dittos in this room were intended exclusively for breeding. It wasn't his fault, it was all he knew. More and more of his massive pink cock slipped inside her, about half of it's length, and while occupying such a tight space, it wasn't long before the Lugia hit it's climax.

Pearly white cum gushed out of Celia's abused hole, accompanied by a throaty groan by her and a terrifying roar by him. Her limbs twitched and her mouth opened wide as streams of the Pokémon seed flowed down his dick onto the floor. The emotions I read across her face were half relief and half pain, and with a slick wet sound the Lugia pulled her off to lay her on the floor. It promptly transformed back into its gooey, happy self, and fell asleep.

"Miss Tenna...?" a voice said quietly from behind. I whipped around, sighting a Team Violet scientist stepping over the broken glass towards us. She looked from me to the woman laying next to the pool of Lugia semen and to me again, seeming unable to come up with any words. In any other scenario I may have blushed or been embarrassed, but I wouldn't regret any kind of brutality against the monster that hurt Junis in such a way.

"An enemy," I gestured to Celia who had managed to pass out. "It's good that you're here, anyway." I walked over to Arcanine and Ninetales, both waiting patiently at the side of the room and holding Junis's still sleeping form. "What kind of Pokémon do you have?" I asked her.

"A Swanna..." she said in confusion, occasionally stealing glances at Celia.

"Fantastic. Use some kind of low-powered Water move on Junis' burns. I'll leave her Ninetales here with her in case she wakes up. Protect her and keep an eye on her," I said, pointing at Celia. "Get out of here as soon as she can move, or until more help arrives."

The scientist nodded slowly, her dark eyes lost but trusting. "Yes, Miss Tenna."

I signalled to Arcanine to follow me. "Do you know if the other admins are secure?" She shook her head no. "Then I'm going to the top floor to look for Ferris," I sighed, heading out into the hallway, crunching glass beneath my feet. "Best of luck," I said, hopping onto Arcanine's back and riding her up the staircase.

Without the elevators it took longer than I wanted to reach the top floor, but with Arcanine practicing her proud abilities of speed the trip was completed briskly. It was too quiet in the stairwell, no sounds or voices beyond the occasional fire alarm blaring on a given floor. As we grew closer to the management, however, Arcanine's ears pricked up, and I gripped tighter to her mane. Soon I heard it too, the sounds of battle. Shouting and crashing echoed throughout the concrete shaft, reaching my ears and boosting my already raised heart rate. As we moved off the final step I jumped off my Pokémon's back and burst through the double doors into Ferris' workplace.

It was a war zone. The usual contained chaos of the neatly arranged desks of accountants and technology experts was obliterated, leaving scattered and burned papers everywhere among demolished office furniture and computers. Bodies were strewn about as well, human and Pokémon alike, dead or alive I didn't want to find out. These workers weren't fighters, they were innocent. I looked up to where a voice yelled out, to where the office of Ferris was no indistinguishable from the rest of the room. The plate glass and doorway was gone, leaving three figures similarly dressed to the ones I fought downstairs facing my friend and his Pokémon. Ferris stood against the window to the outside world, his Girafarig and Porygon Z desperately fighting back against the unfamiliar enemy. His Cinccino stood by his feat, bravely deflecting attacks from the Pokécrux blasters.

"Ferris!" I yelled, rushing forward towards the brawl. He looked saw me and opened his eyes to say something as his two fronting Pokémon finally fainted, followed shortly by the small one at his feet. He looked at his companions and then at the attackers, bending down to lift Cinccino in his arms.

"You beat us," Ferris gasped angrily, his usually slick hair unruly and his expensive suit torn. "Now what more do you want?!"

The centermost intruder shook his head. From where I stood from behind couldn't see his face, but the grunts flanking him had noticed me and were now pointing their blasters at me. "We're good here," the man said. He raised his Pokécrux and fired, a silver beam of blinding light I knew to be Flash Cannon traveling towards Ferris and striking him in the chest. He jolted backwards and struck the large glass window, shattering it and falling backwards. I think I opened my mouth and shouted his name, but I can't remember. The only thing I remember clearly was that he let his Cinccino fall safely to the edge of the window before he went over the edge, plummeting towards the ground from the top of our tower.

"FLAMETHROWER!" I screamed. Arcanine opened her mouth and unleashed a stream of fire onto the grunts before they could react, burning their clothes and bodies until they lost consciousness from the pain. My legs shook and I thought about going to the window to look over the edge, but the mere thought caused a lump to rise in my throat. Instead I backed up until my back hit the wall and slumped to the floor where I started to sob. Arcanine came over and licked my face, but unable to keep up with my tears, she laid her orange head in my lap and shared in my sympathies. After a while Ferris' Pokémon regained consciousness and came towards me to cry as well.

"I'm sorry," I cried, holding Cinccino in my hands and forcing myself to look into her watery eyes, her grey fur covered in tears and blood. "I should have come right away!" I spluttered, throwing my glasses off and crying harder. "It's all my fault... I'm so, so sorry..."

~*~*~*~*~

I rested my palm on Swanna's long neck, stroking downward gently. The elegant bird worked tirelessly, pouring water gently over Junis' damaged skin. Her clothes were soaked and she was still unconscious, but she was alive. I would know, I must have checked her pulse a hundred times since Tenna left. I was terrified for myself and the young assistant. She needed medical attention, and I didn't want to let my boss down. I had only been working for Team Violet for two months, and now it was hell on earth. I looked uncomfortably from the naked and unconscious Celia to Junis who had not stirred, and sighed. All I could do was heed Tenna's direction and wait for help to arrive.

My heart lurched as I suddenly heard voices in from the shadowy hallway. I scrambled to my feet, hopeful that assistance had arrived. "I need some help here!" I called, rushing out into the corridor.

A freezing column impacted my chest, knocking the wind out of me and thrusting me back into the wall. I coughed and spluttered, aware that my torso and limbs were viciously cold. I looked down, finding my body encased in clear crystalline ice. Pinned where I was I saw figures clad in black, white, and red rush into the room, striking my panicked Swanna with another Ice Beam Attack and knocking her out. I tried to call out but couldn't, finding my voice trapped within my throat.

"Enough of that," a woman called, stepping into the room. I immediately felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke, and it wasn't from the ice covering my chest. She wore her goggles around her neck, and her black top cover her chest and nothing else, leaving her stomach and arms exposed. She crushed glass intentionally beneath her white sneakers, a splotch of blood staining the left toe. "No need to be insubordinate." She raised two Pokécrux blasters and fired upon Ninetales, dropping it to the ground with Scald and Dark Pulse simultaneously.

"Admin Ferris has just been confirmed dead," one of the grunts reported from behind the woman. She threw back her waist-length blonde hair and smiled.

"Fantastic. What about Tenna?"

"There's no sign of her," he responded apologetically.

She turned her head so I could no longer see her face. "Fuck," I heard her mutter under her breath. She rose and walked over to where Celia was laying, her eyes fluttering open and gazing upon the blonde woman.

"Great job getting yourself screwed by that bitch," the woman said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Celia gasped and rolled onto her back and tried to stand before the woman's shoe pushed her back towards the ground. "I'm sorry, Miss Valore..." she said weakly.

"No apologies, just results," the woman hissed. She picked a long piece of shattered glass off the floor and traced it up Celia's bare leg. "Just please, please tell me you didn't tell her you work for Evelyn Valore." Celia swallowed and her eyes watered, opening her mouth but producing no words. The woman slashed the broken glass across Celia's throat, spilling her blood down her chest. I tried to scream but my voice came out as an inaudible squeak, leaving me to squirm futilely against my icy prison. Celia's eyes lost their light and she slumped down as Evelyn stood, facing her remaining grunts.

"Win some, lose some," she sighed, dropping the glass to the floor with a tinkling sound. She pointed to Junis and marched forward. "We're taking her with us. Are the charges placed?"

"Yes, Miss Valore," a grunt nodded, lifting Junis off the ground with the help of another Team Scarlet member.

"Then we're out of here," she said, jumping out of the room and walking down the hallway. "And Celia fucking ruined the title for me," she said over her shoulder as the group walked down the hall, weapons drawn. "From now on," she glanced at me, smirking, "it's just Eve."

Their footsteps disappeared and my voice came back, struggling against the ice and whimpering. I heard an immense boom deep beneath me, followed shortly by another. Tears fell down my face as I cried out, trying to wake my fallen Swanna. Another boom went off and smoke began to fill the room. I finally thawed, dropping to my feet and rushing towards my Pokémon. Just as I reached her the floor erupted and fire surrounded us with a terrible roaring sound. It was loud, bright, and hot one second, and the next it was cold and dark.