[tw: rape (just in case) helloooo mag here again! it's been a while since I uploaded something... I had some ideas, tho, but i didn't write them down... and basically, not in English! Spanish is my mother tongue, so I hope this isn't really weird? i tried my best srsly; if you still find any grammar/vocabulary errors, pls feel free to tell me! Here are some more cannonshipping for this little fandom i hope you like it, reviews are always welcome!]

Sure trying to infiltrate in Team Rocket's base wasn't the best idea, but it was the only one Lyra could come up with. They had taken as hostages all Johto Radio Tower, so this was the perfect chance to destroy them. After defeating some grunts in the storage, Lyra slipped into one Team Rocket's uniform, amazed of how truly comfortable was. She smiled, took the hat and look in the mirror one last time; yes, she looked like one of them, so they wouldn't notice her. When she went out, it was almost night — this would make things easier. Lyra entered in the building, noticing there were, by far, less grunts than there were when she came a few hours ago. When she was about to go upstairs, a grunt approached her, and she unconsciously touched her pokeballs, believing she had been caught. However, the grunt looked tired. "Hey, gurl" he said.

"Me?" Lyra asked, cautiously.

"For God's sake, of course you, do you even see any other female grunt here? Proton needs some help, and as you seem to be having nothing to do, go help him. Now."

Lyra didn't need to be told twice. Everything was going smoothly; they hadn't noticed she wasn't one of them but the Champion herself, and she was going to meet the strongest, the pillar administrative of TR; yes, this was much easier than she first thought.

Sure Proton was in a higher floor, wasn't he? She had the impression she kept on going upstairs but never reaching the end. She also noticed that there were less and less grunts as she went higher. When she got to the floor where Proton was supposed to be, she had already run out of air.

"S-sir, I was informed you need some help", Lyra tried to babble.

Proton looked at her, and she noticed and odd spark in his eyes, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, yes, you were well informed", he said, smiling, "though I asked for a real grunt, not a Champion."

Lyra gasped, but tried her best to control her own nervousness, she could make this. "What? A Champion? You sure are tired, aren't you? You are even imagining things!"

Proton shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you preferred the hard way". And that's the last thing Lyra heard before passing out.

When she finally woke up, her head hurt like hell. She tried to touch it, wanting to know if she was bleeding (or at least, if she had); that's when she noticed she was tied up — her arms were tied on her back, the robe hanging from above, and her legs were wide open, her ankles tied to both sides. She still felt the fabric of the uniform against her skin, and she sighed relieved she wasn't naked. She looked around, trying to know where she was, and that's when she saw Proton looking at her hungrily, sat down on a chair.

"You finally woke up, Lyra", he said, adopting a sad tone, "you kept me waiting and that's what I hate the most, you know."

She ignored that.

"What do you think you are doing, bastard? Free me right now!"

Proton clicked his tongue, approaching her.

"You sure are noisy, aren't you", and without letting her protest, he put on her an open-mouth-gag. "Ah, yes, that's much better. It even looks so slutty on you it turns me on."

Proton, then, looked shamelessly at her body, walking around her to get a better sight. She gasped when he slapped her ass, and soon tears threatened to fall down. She knew what was going to happen — she knew all along; still she had been keeping some useless hope that soon after crashed. He didn't only slapped her ass, but touch her everywhere, making her feeling like throwing up.

"You know, Lyra" he said suddenly, while getting near her face and introducing two fingers inside her mouth, "cameras are on, I thought it would be funnier that way". Her eyes opened as much as they could. So not only he was going to rape her, but also film it. She tried her best to concentrate on happy memories, things she could hang onto just to have her mind absent while he would be doing all those awful things to her; but she wasn't prepared enough —either mentally nor physically— for the time he simply cut her panties off. That was when she started crying, fully aware of the situation. He touched her clit, and soon after, he introduced two fingers inside her while still touching it. "Oh, sweetie! Look at this, just what a slut you are! You are already wet just for touching your clit!" But suddenly, his mocking tone changed into a genuine, surprised one. "What? Are you not a virgin?" She shook your head, as a way for answering him. "How old are you? 18?" he asked again. She nodded. He didn't say anymore, he simply stopped touch her, and while licking his fingers, he took a little device from his pocket, a small clit stimulator, and some duct tape; he put it on her clit while turning it on. Lyra gasped when she felt it working, and soon little moans started to escape from her lips. Proton's boner hurt like hell by now, so he decided to free it from the pressure his trousers put on, and he started to masturbate.

He stood in front of Lyra, and when she saw his size, she was absolutely sure he would break her; and not even having the chance to look away, he introduced his dick on her mouth, fucking her face mercilessly. She choked a few times while tears were running down her face. He fucked her harder and faster, holding her head to get deeper; Proton raised the stimulator's intensity, but Lyra's moans were inaudible. From her point of view, it took ages to Proton to come; she was sure she was going to lose her mind, canting to come herself, but suddenly the stimulator went off, and she found herself complaining as she best could.

"Not yet, little girl, you are not allowed to come."

Lyra closed her eyes, her mouth and jaw hurt. She wanted to come. Even though she was being raped, she was enjoying it. She was going insane, wasn't she? Or simply gave up, knowing that trying to resist would be even worse — she did also think about being masochist, but she wasn't brave enough to accept the truth, so she just thought she had given up. Soon, Proton's hands below her shirt made her come back to the real world, especially when his hands got to the point he was looking for right since the starts, her breasts. He pinched her nipples cruelly, making her legs tremble and crying out, making him smile. He kept on pinching them for some minutes, before getting bored of it. Proton decided he wanted to tease her even more, so he buried his face between her legs, licking and almost sucking her now free clit. Lyra cried out again, her saliva falling from her mouth, almost losing her mind; but, as expected, Proton stopped and she felt like crying. Why wouldn't he let her just come already?

"And here comes the main course", said Proton. Lyra didn't have time to think what was he talking about, as he penetrated her at once. She gasped, but soon she was moving her waist, trying to synchronize with Proton's movements, hoping he would get deeper inside of her. Soon they couldn't even distinguish whose moans were; Lyra's ass was red because he kept on slapping it all the way. The penetrations were harder as Proton was near to come, and the same went with this Lyra. This time, however, she really came, and it was so violent she would have fallen down if she wasn't tied up. He looked at her, still breathing hard, and smiled.

"Look at you, Lyra. You have been raped, it was film and you still had an orgasm? What a bitch you are", he walked near her face just to take away the mask from her mouth; "but you know… I was pretty satisfied with you, so I'm gonna make a deal with you; if you accept, of course."

"Burn in hell", she said, and he slapped her in the face.

"Here's the deal. I can show this film all over Kanto or I can simply delete it, but of course, there's a condition", his smile was wider, "you'll join Team Rocket and you will be my sex toy. There are positive aspects about that, don't worry; you can be an administrative, I know how strong you are."

Lyra bit her bottom lip. Both options were horrible to her (and probably, everyone else's) eyes, but she made her decisions almost instantly — she would probably regret this, but it was the best.

"I'll join the Team Rocket, Proton."

He laughed.

"That's my girl."