Moving the Mountains of the Moon!

It was all James's fault.

It had to be! Somehow! Working together, Cassidy and Butch quite simply did not lose! They had a perfect record! There was a reason why Red Team had been awarded Grunts of the Year! They had been given plaques and everything!

On the other hand, their opposite numbers known as Blue Team had an absolutely abysmal record. Their failures were the stuff of legend in all the wrong ways, and the chaos that they caused was simply breathtaking in how stupid it was. The fact that they somehow managed to keep their jobs and stay out of prison would be impressive had it not also been so utterly baffling. By rights they should have been stripped of their uniforms, literally in Jessie's case, and had her sold off on the Black Market while James was tossed into the Carvanha tank that everyone was convinced that the Boss kept in his private quarters.

But no, they had to include him. And sure, he had somehow acquired the props necessary for their deception. And sure, his plan had been going surprisingly well, up until those two Neanderthals had shown up. And okay, the part that had gone utterly awful had been her idea, but it wasn't like it was her fault! He had been the one to just sulk on the sidelines instead of employing that big, floating tumor of his! Honestly, Cassidy wouldn't be surprised if the reason everything had fallen apart was due to his presence alone. He simply radiated failure vibes.

And now they were lost. The Neanderthals had gotten away, taking the Fire Brat with them, leaving Team Rocket to wander through the caverns deep underground Mt. Moon.

Cassidy was tired. She was hungry. She was footsore. She wanted a shower. She had no idea how long they had been walking through endless stone tunnels. She just knew that she wanted out.

At least they weren't in much danger from wild Pokemon, not with the entourage they had brought along. Houndour and Poocheyna were in the lead, the two canines sniffing their way through the tunnels for any sign of their prey, or at least maybe an exit. Raticate was right behind them, his large nose also sniffling along. Butch's Hitmontop and Mankey ambled along to either side of the two humans, covering their flanks, while Jessie's Ekans slithered at the rear. Above, Sableye darted alone the ceiling and walls, pausing only to briefly peer into the darkness, the beams from her gemstone eyes flickering in and out.

And bringing up the rear was James and Meowth, with James's Koffing floating over his shoulder. Cassidy was quite content to leave them there. They could serve as an early warning system should anything try to attack them from behind.

For a long time they had been walking in silence, with even James's constant complaining dying away. Though that was a blessed relief, it did start to get Cassidy thinking.

Between her and Butch, there were two of them, and only one of James. And insofar as Pokemon were concerned, Blue Team only had Meowth, Koffing, and Ekans. On her end, Cassidy matched that all on her own, and with Butch's Pokemon taken into account they vastly outnumbered the dead weight.

It was a big mountain, and accidents happen. Yes, it would be a black mark on her record to have so tragically lost an ally, but she could work past that. Nobody was perfect, especially when nobody was around to witness exactly how imperfect she could be.

A shame then, as Cassidy contemplated the pros and cons of homicidal treachery, that neither she nor any of her allies noticed a round, glass lens, tucked away into a crack on the wall, taking note of their every move.

…

"Jessie used tire iron!" Jessie crowed as she charged forward toward the brat and the bimbo, swinging her weapon wildly. "It's super-"

And then something hard and metal smacked her in the head.

Right on the throbbing lump.

"Ow!" Jessie cried as she lurched back, dropping the tire iron to grab at the point of impact. Oh, she was so going to-

-smash up that dumb twerp to pieces!

"Why you stupid little boy!" Jessie seethed. "Just for that, I'm gonna-"

She stopped, the rest of her threat dying in her throat.

She was no longer in the back alley behind the Viridian City PokeCenter. Instead, she was standing in a…cave? No, more of a tunnel. Some kind of underground rock tunnel, one lit by a rather electric-looking yellow light.

Wait, what?

Jessie looked around. How the heck did she get here? Did the ground open up beneath her and swallow her up? If so, why wasn't she in the sewers? And where was the brat and the bimbo?

Then she looked up. Oh, there was the brat. He was right over there, staring at him.

And he was naked. He had his clothes on a second ago. Why was the kid naked?

That meddling Nurse Joy, however, was no longer with him. Taking her place was another kid, a girl this time. And just like the other little girl that the brat had been running around with, she was also naked. It was clearly a different one, though, this one with unruly carrot-orange hair instead of brown, and she wasn't all trussed up with bondage rope.

Jessie was having a most peculiar evening.

"Eh?" she said, tilting her head. "Huh? What's going on? How did we get here? Where's the nurse? What happened to your clothes?" She pointed at the girl. "And what's with the other brat? How many naked kids am I gonna have to deal with today? Because just one was too-"

"YAH!" the girl screamed, thrusting her hands out. Crackling electricity formed a wreath around her fingers as a bolt of lightning lashed out, right at Jessie's chest.

"Yipe!" Jessie dove behind a boulder, barely missing getting scorched. Darn it, she was a PokeGirl too! Did the kid just start catching his crushes at elementary school? He was supposed to wait until high school to do that!

"Grab her human ball!" the boy cried. "Don't let her get away!"

What? What was going on? Human ball? What human ball? The girl's? Maybe the first girl? But why would he be so scared about her getting away? Weren't they on the same-

And then she caught sight of the human ball lying inert on the ground, and it hit her.

That thing hitting her in the head! That had been a capture ball! The stupid kid had thrown at capture ball at her! He had caught her!

She was a PokeGirl?!

Jessie's swirling confusion suddenly coalesced into piping hot rage. Oh, no. She wasn't about to belong to that stupid, perverted kid. Nope, nuh-uh, no way.

"Mine!" she cried, leaping out from behind the rock and snatching up the human ball. Then she thrust a hand at the incoming punks, summoning up her new power and directing it right at them. "Nice try, twerps! But Jessie belongs to no one, especially not-"

She paused, and so did they. No power was shooting from her hand, no fireballs or thunderbolts or blasts of dark energy. Right, not all typings worked like that. Maybe she was a fighting-type? Or psychic? Or…why were they looking at her like that?

And why had everything gone so purple?

Jessie blinked, and the purple faded. Wait, that had been because of a purple cloud that had risen up in front of her eyes. Where had that come from? Because it looked like it had come from her mouth! Did she have gas? This was a most inconvenient time to start burping like some kind of-

Oh. Oh, wait, wait, wait. A poison cloud. She was a poison-type.

Well, that only made sense! She had always felt that her beauty had a rather venomous tinge to it! Though she would rather have gone with something just a little more elegant, something that didn't require her to basically burp on her opponents! Maybe her nails were now loaded with poison. It would be nice to be able to watch someone swell up and turn purple from just one scratch.

"What is it with you and poison-types?" the naked girl wondered out loud.

Right! There was a fight! "Get back!" Jessie snapped. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs, and then blew out a torrent of purple smoke. The kids both hopped back and covered their noses. Good! Nice to see that they weren't complete idiots, if they were treating her like the threat that she was-

Then the boy glanced to his side. "Guys, she can't hurt you! Get that ball!"

Huh?

It was then that Jessie noticed that the pint-sized exhibitionists weren't alone. Rather, they had a pair of Pokemon of their own, a Nidoran and a Zubat.

Both of which were poison-typed as well.

Which meant that she couldn't poison them.

But they had fangs, claws, and horns with which to hurt her.

Drat.

"Eat my dust!" Jessie cried as she turned and fled into the darkness of the tunnel, with the ground rodent and the flying rodent in hot pursuit.

…

Ash stared in abject horror as Jessie fled the scene, leaving him, Misty, and his Pokemon far behind.

"No!" he cried, futilely reaching after her. Darn it, darn it, darn it! Why was his luck always so spectacularly bad? Why did things always go wrong in the absolute worst way possible?

Stop it. Calm down. Think. "Okay, she can't go far," he said, hastily snatching up his boxers and pulling them on. "Zubat, try to keep up with her! Nidoran, go with him! Me and Misty will be right behind you and-"

"Ash," Misty sighed.

Ash turned to her. She was quite exasperated, one hand pressing its fingers to her bowed forehead, her face twisted up in frustration. "Just…let her go."

"What?" Ash was aghast. "Why?"

"Why not? She's just some stupid Rocket! Let her go get eaten by an Onix or whatever!"

"Are you serious?" Ash was horrified. "I can't do that!"

"Again, why not?"

"Because she's still a person, that's why!"

"She's a criminal!"

"So am I! I broke the law by catching you, remember?"

"That's not the same thing, you numbskull!" Misty snapped. "She's part of Team Rocket, the same group that's been harassing me for years, that tried to kill you! Her. Specifically. She tried to kill you, remember?"

This was true, Jessie had done that. She and her partner (what was her name again? Cassie?) had put Ash and May through Hell, and their people had also basically kidnapped and brainwashed Nurse Joy. It was obvious that Jessie was a Bad Person.

But that didn't mean it was right to just leave her to die beneath the mountain!

"We're going after her," Ash said firmly. "We're going to recapture her. And when we find some police that we can trust, we'll give her to them. Let her go to jail." He snatched up his pants and pulled them on. "But we aren't just going to let her get hurt. Okay?"

Misty's eyes flashed. Literally. "Ash, I swear, if this is some kind of 'But she's still my PokeGirl!' thing, then-"

Ash turned to Zubat and Nidoran, who were both staring uncertainly at the two bickering children. Well, Nidoran was staring. Zubat was mostly just listening. But the effect was the same. "You heard me," he said. "Keep track of her the best you can. We'll catch up."

"Ni!" Nidoran bounded off, with Zubat flying over his head.

"Ash, I swear," Misty groaned. "That noble spirit will be the death of you someday. Or me!"

"No, it won't," Ash said, slipping his belt into place and buckling it. "I won't let it."

"Yeah, I don't think the homicidal Team Rocket PokeGirl is going to ask for permission before poisoning me to death," Misty retorted. She shook her head and sighed. "Fine! Fine. Let's get this over with."

Ash nodded and hastily pulled on his shirt. Misty, who (thankfully) didn't need clothes, was already gearing to sprint after the woman.

Then Ash got an idea. "Wait, hold on!" He grabbed up his pack, unzipped it, and brought out the pair of headsets.

"Here!" he said, tossing one to Misty. "That way, even if we get separated, we can still communicate!"

Misty snatched the headset out of the air with one hand. Shooting Ash a chilly look, she put it on her head, turned it on, and ran off without a word.

Ash winced. Oh, she was mad. Understandable, but Ash couldn't just let another human being get lost and die, not even one as bad as someone from Team Rocket. Hopefully they could catch and recapture that woman soon before things got any worse.

Then again, given how quickly his mistakes were piling up, he probably could not trust to luck. Darn it, when was he going to stop screwing up?

Sighing, Ash yanked on his socks, tied his shoes, and slipped on his jacket, gloves, and hat. Then, placing his own headset firmly over his ears, he shouldered his pack and began to follow.

…

"Okay, girls," Olivia announced. "I've got good news and I've got bad news. Which one to you want to hear first?"

Roxanne's right eyelid twitched. Steady, girl. Steady. "Give us the bad news first," she said.

There was a pause, and then Olivia coughed and said, "Well, the problem with that is that the good news gives the context for the bad news, so telling you the bad news first wouldn't make any sense at-"

"Then tell us the good news, then! Why'd you even give us a choice?"

The three lost PokeGirls were still at the Team Rocket outpost, digging through the supplies for anything that might be useful. May was in charge with food, which seemed like the least dangerous thing she could do. Roxanne was going through their means of communications. So far she had found a few Walkie-Talkies, a radio, and some kind of emergency signal button that she was taking great care not to touch. The last thing they needed was for Baldie to have a rescue party.

As for Olivia, she was going through the survival supplies, and it seemed that she had found something.

"Well, I don't know," Olivia said with a shrug. "It seemed like the thing to do." She held up a roll of blue paper. "But anyway, I found a map! And it looks like it covers most of the local tunnels!"

"Really?" Roxanne perked up. "Oh, I could kiss you on the mouth!"

"Well, I mean you'll probably have to later on. As well as…other places."

"Yeah, okay, I will!" Roxanne said impatiently. "But what's the bad news?"

Olivia rolled the map out onto the cave floor. "It covers the tunnels, but there's nothing here about Team Rocket's evil doings. If they got a base nearby, it's not on here. If there's other agents or outposts, it's not on here."

Roxanne frowned. "That's odd. Wouldn't they want to know where their allies are?"

"Who knows? Maybe they don't tell them in case one of them gets captured?"

The two of them peered down at the map. Sure enough, it charted the tunnels beneath Mt. Moon, of which there were several. The alcove that the Rocket Grunts had made their camp was marked with an X, and there were several other areas marked as well in the legend, from Pokemon nests (Zubats, Geodudes, Sandshrews, that sort of thing) to suspected moonstone veins.

But Olivia was right. If there really were swarms of other Rocket Grunts down in the deep, then there was no indication of their location.

"Well, huh," Roxanne said.

"Well, there's more good news," Olivia said. She pointed at their location, and then traced her finger upward. "It's a little twisty, but I think we can follow this map back to the trainer roads. Once there, we can probably find a ranger or someone who can get a call in to Pewter City. Once that happens, Brock will call in the calvary. Unless that stuff you found can do that."

Roxanne shook her head. "It's all set to the Rocket channel. I'm not screwing with it."

"Can't we, like, listen in on them, then? Without letting them know that we're here?"

Roxanne thought for a moment. "Maybe," she allowed. "It's risky, but not impossible. I've done some radio work back in college, but hacking criminal communication lines wasn't part of the curriculum."

"How do we get back?" said a small, hollow voice.

Roxanne couldn't help but jump a little at the interruption. May had been so quiet since her last breakdown that Roxanne had thought that she was going to shut down completely for the time being. She turned toward the small girl.

May did not look well. Sure, she was all healed up, cleaned, and fed, but her eyes were hollow and empty, her muscles tense and her hands trembling. Her head was twitching ever so slightly, as if to ward off annoying bugs, and there was an unpleasant energy about her, one that only another PokeGirl could pick up on.

"Back?" Olivia said.

"Yes," May said, her voice calm, and yet utterly terrifying. "Back. Back to where we fell in. Back to the tunnel that they went down. You said that it split, right? So, where's the part where they ended up?"

Frowning, Roxanne looked over the map. Okay, that was the tunnel they had come through. They had been blind through most of it, but she was pretty sure she could trace things back.

"There," she said, pointing out a long and large cavern. "That's where we came out. That's where Team Rocket attacked us."

Olivia frowned. "Okay, I see the hole we popped out of, but how come it's drawn out with a dotted line while everything we're in has solid lines?"

Roxanne checked the legend. "This map's based on the old SilphCo mining operation. You know, the one the League shut down like seventy years ago?" She pointed to the part with solid lines. "I'm thinking this is where Team Rocket actually explored. See the alterations? Those are probably where Pokemon expanded things after the miners left." She then pointed to the part with dotted lines. "And this is where they haven't gotten to yet, and is still just based on how things were when the miners were there. Look, see up here? Here's the hole we fell out of. The miners definitely dug that out. And here's the split. We went down this way, and the other two probably went this way."

"Great," May said woodenly. "How do we get there?"

"Short of actually going back to that cavern and climbing back in the way we came, our best bet would be…uh, okay, this is really screwy. Seriously, it's a miracle those miners didn't collapse the whole mountain on top of them, seeing how much of the foundations they blew up. But I think we can-"

"Let's go back and climb in," May said. She was already shouldering the pack of food she had put together.

"I-" Roxanne breathed out. She was being sarcastic! "Fine."

They hastily collected all of the supplies they had gathered together and loaded up. As they did, Olivia said, "So…question. Hypothetically, what happens if we run into those Rocket bozos again? The same that chased us down here?"

In answer, May pointed over to the prone body of the bald Rocket Grunt. "That. Only, make it stick this time."

Roxanne didn't say anything, though she did exchange a meaningful glance with Olivia. As they readied to head out, Olivia sidled up to Roxanne and whispered in her ear, "She's about ready to burst. You can smell it, can't you?"

A shiver swept up Roxanne's spine. It was true, May was emotionally frayed and on the verge of snapping. Any kid in her position would be.

But there was more to that. PokeGirls were constantly emitting pheromones that could only be picked up by other PokeGirls. Most of them were just a call to mate, a way to increase arousal in nearby potential partners. Put two PokeGirls that had never met one another in a room alone together, and just take bets on how long until the clothes start coming off, assuming that they were wearing any to being with.

But there was more to it than that, though it took some training to really pick up on. If you knew what to smell for, you could actually gauge the mental and emotional state of other nearby PokeGirls. There wasn't an actual scent to it, more of an instinctive tingle deep in the groin. And as just so happened, being owned by a certified Gym Leader, especially one as empathetic as Brock, meant that Roxanne had gotten all sorts of training.

As such, she could tell that May was absolutely rank with pheromones. What was more, those pheromones were downright rancid.

The poor kid had to be suffering. Sure, the stress, pain, fear, and worry would make anyone a mess, but in her case it would kick her hormones into overdrive, making her infuriatingly horny. She hadn't said anything about it. She hadn't indicated anything of the sort. But Roxanne could smell it on her. She could feel it in her loins. May's body was practically screaming for help.

And unfortunately, there was only one way to give it to her.

Roxanne sighed. "Fine," she whispered back. "But we tell no one. None of the girls, especially not Onyx. None of the kids either, and not Lucy, not Flint, not Lola, nobody!"

Olivia's brow furrowed. "You, uh, didn't mention Brock."

Roxanne's chest tightened. It went against every PokeGirl instinct that she had to keep secrets from her trainer, even one as important as this. They had to help May; her very psyche could depend on it! But if Brock ever found out that what they had to do, could he ever trust them around his kids again? Roxanne couldn't bear it!

"If he…asks, then we'll be honest," Roxanne said through gritted teeth. "But…if he doesn't…we don't bring it up."

Olivia slowly nodded. "So, uh, do we do it…now?"

"Hey!" May suddenly snapped from further down the tunnel. "Hurry up!

…

"I'm hungry," James announced.

Cassidy ignored him. Butch ignored him. Everyone ignored him. It was better that way.

Unfortunately, James had never been one to take a lack of attention very well. Which really explained a lot about him, actually. "I'm hungry," he said again, with more emphasis this time.

"Tough," Cassidy snapped.

"What, do you expect me to starve down here?"

"Could you? Because I for one think that would be an excellent development, the first one we've had!"

James snorted. "Oh, don't you start that with me. I came up with the perfect plan and you messed it all up!"

Something inside of Cassidy snapped. "Are you serious?" she demanded, spinning on her heel and stomping back to shove her face into James's. "Me? I'm sorry, did I ask for those walking mountains to show up? Did I ask for that kid to have some kind of super-weed that goes totally berserk? What part of that was my fault?"

James shoved his face back. "If you had just stuck to the plan, then we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"I did stick to your stupid plan, you insect-brained twit! The same plan that had Butch and I doing all the work while you just laid around in a dress!"

"Hey!" Meowth snapped. "Both of yah! Zippit!"

He was ignored. "But that's just how it is, isn't it?" Cassidy continued. "We do all the work, and you just sit back and let us take the fall! Just like you did in the fight!"

"Oh, the fight where you specifically told me not to interfere? 'Oh, sit this one out, James, you'll just get in the way! There's no way they could possibly beat us!'"

"That is not what I said and is not what I sound like!"

"Hey," Butch said suddenly, holding a hand up. "Shut up. You guys here that?"

"Don't try to change the subject!" James said. "And tell your woman to mind her tongue!"

"Well, how about I rip yours out?" Cassidy demanded, seizing James by the collar and jerking him out of her face.

"I'm serious!" Butch said. "There's a weird noise! Like something…hissing."

Everyone paused. And then they all looked to Ekans.

The venomous snake looked from one perplexed face to the next. Then she lifted her coils in a rough approximation of a shrug.

Still, Butch had a point. There was an odd hissing sound nearby, like that of air being let out of a balloon. "Huh," Cassidy said, releasing James. "Now what do you suppose-"

Then Butch doubled over. He tried to straighten up, only to fall to his hands and knees.

"Butch!" Cassidy cried as she rushed over to her partner's side. "What's-"

And then she stumbled. At first she thought that she must have tripped over something, but the strength seemed to be literally being sucked from her limbs. Cassidy collapsed to the floor, flopping onto her back as she gasped in a futile attempt to bring life back to her rapidly failing body.

The night-vision goggles she was wearing had gotten knocked loose and spots were starting to form in her vision, but she was able to catch sight of all of their Pokemon also collapsing to the ground, likewise incapacitated. What was going on? They were being attacked by something, but what could it possibly be, and how could they-

A moment later she had fallen completely unconscious. Her, and the rest of her companions.

All save for one.

Hovering over all of the lifeless bodies of humans and Pokemon was Koffing. The living tumor looked from one body to the next in utter confusion. What had just happened? Had he accidentally emitted toxic gas again? Oh, he truly hoped that that was not the case. It was so hard to find any sort of gainful employment after the last time!

"Kof-" he started to say, but then something small and sharp pricked his rotten, cancerous flesh.

A moment later he was fully deflated and lying on the ground next to his comrades, just as oblivious to the world as the rest of them.

…

To be utterly truthful, Nidoran did not fully understand who this strange woman that he and Zubat were chasing was, or why it was imperative that they caught her.

Oh, she was an enemy, of that there was no doubt. She had attacked them almost immediately, and she was dressed the same as those enemies from the night before, so it stood to reason that she was with them, somehow.

What he did not understand was why was she in a human ball, and why was had that human ball been in Ash's possession.

Nidoran growled. He loved his trainer, he really did, but Ash really needed to be more choosy with his acquisitions.

At any rate, they had a criminal to catch. Nidoran's sight failed quickly, as he and Zubat left the illumination of Misty's glowing orb. That made no difference. Nidorans were burrowers by nature, and his sharp nose and large ears laid out the trail ahead of him as clear as daylight.

As they continued the chase, Zubat began asking questions.

"Squeak, squeaky-squeak?"

(translation: "So, who is this woman?"

Nidoran sighed. "Nido Ni-Ni."

(translation: "Hell if I know.")

There was a pause, and then Zubat said, "Squeakers squeak? Squeakers squeak-squeak-"

"Nido-Nidoran, Ni!"

"Squeak."

(translation: "Then why are we chasing her? Why did Ash-"

"Because she's a bad guy, that's why!"

"A'ight.")

That brought the line of questioning to an end

They reached a fork in the tunnel, where it split off into three separate paths. Coming to a sudden halt, Nidoran lifted his head and gave the cold, moist air a sniff.

The Evil Woman's scent was almost disappointingly easy to pick out, a sickly mixture of pungent perfume, too much hairspray, and acidic toxins. And naturally, it came from the center path.

Nidoran was about to charge after her, but Zubat suddenly shot off, calling back, "Squeakers-squeak! Squeak-squeak squeaky squeak!"

(translation: "Wait here for Ash! We'll (presumably meaning 'I'll,' given Zubat's odd habit of referring to himself in the plural) go after her!")

Nidoran's jaw fell open. What? What did he mean, "Wait here"? He was the new kid! Who was he to give orders?

Nidoran was about to bolt after him out of spite, but then it occurred to him that Zubat had a point. The humans had yet to catch up, and needed someone to direct them down the right path. And as he had wings and was a local, Zubat was more suited to keep chase with the Evil Woman.

Still, it deeply galled Nidoran. He wanted to fight! Fighting meant gaining valuable experience, and experience was what he needed to grow up!

Growling, he impatiently looked back the way he came. Those horny kids better hurry up and get there, and there still better be a piece of the Evil Woman for Nidoran to sink his horns into!

…

The important thing, May reasoned, was to Remain Calm.

Panic would lead her nowhere. Rage must be conserved so it could be unleashed upon an appropriate target, such as Team Rocket! Unleashing her rage on anything else would only make things worse. As such, she had to Remain Calm. She had to Focus. Misty and Ash were her first and only priorities. Everything else was a distraction.

But oh, by the Regis' solid testicles, was it distracting!

She kept herself moving forward, one leg in front of the other, a flashlight scavenged from Team Rocket's supplies illuminating the way forward, eyes focused on the tunnel and tunnel only, trying to ignore how scared she was, trying to ignore the bubbling froth of rage that threatened to boil over, trying to ignore…

Her eyelids fluttered. Oh God.

…trying to ignore how every step shifted her tight clothing over her skin; how the crotch of her shorts was squeezing the swollen mound of her vagina; how every breath caused the fabric of her shirt to rub over her diamond-hard nipples; or how hot, liquid arousal was seeping down over her legs.

She was in desperate need of release. At this point, masturbation would be totally insufficient. She needed to have someone's hands on her bare skin, to feel someone's mouth crush itself into hers, to have her breasts squeezed and toyed with, to have her pussy ravaged by…anything! Fingers, toys, a cock, another pussy, someone's tongue, just something! It was getting so bad that she found her eyes lingering on nearby stalagmites, wondering if impaling herself on those stone mounds would give her the relief she craved.

Enough! Focus, girl, Focus! Find your friends! Find Misty-

With a hard shove, Misty throws May's bound body onto the bed. Arms and legs tied together, slender ropes crisscrossing over May's otherwise naked form, a red plastic ball gagging her mouth, May can only writhe and moan helplessly as Misty descends upon her, herself wearing nothing but a rod of rubber and plastic strapped to her crotch, ready to be thrust into May's weeping cunt.

-and find Ash-

Crouched forward on her elbows and knees, May jerks, shakes, and cries out with every thrust, as Ash smacks his hips into her ass over and over again, sliding his cock in and out between her thighs, its girth now slick with her hot juices and rubbing back and forth against her pussy, stoking the inferno burning in her loins. His fingers dig into her ass as he desperately pounds away, so close to sex, close enough that it almost doesn't matter. All that matters is the pleasure, the joy of letting herself be ravaged by this beautiful little boy.

-and get them out of here! Then you would get all of the relief you could ever need!

Assuming that they were okay, that was.

Assuming that they were even still alive.

Despite the coldness of the cave, hot sweat was dripping down May's face, blurring her vision. She felt so…feverish, so wrong. It wasn't the cold poison from earlier, but there was still something very wrong with her. Something was making her sick.

Whatever. She could ignore it for now. Just had to keep moving, just had to keep-

And then the tight and constricting tunnel opened up around her, and she was back in the large cavern that she had fallen into the night before, where Team Rocket had attacked her.

It was now quiet and empty, save for the sound of water dripping some way off. No Pokemon, no Team Rocket, nothing. In a way, it was a relief.

She took a long, deep breath of the cold cave air, hoping that would cool her down. It didn't. If anything, it just made the feverish feeling flare back up, causing her to start swaying on her feet.

Shaking her head, she tried to regain her bearings and her balance. Focus, focus, focus! She could do this, she could-

"Oh, hey, we made it!"

Screaming, May leapt up and spun around, grasping at her flashlight with both hands, illuminating two tired and dirty half-naked women. Well, the smaller and slimmer of the two was half-naked, in that she only wore a leather loincloth and a studded bikini top. The taller and more muscular one only had the loincloth, her massive breasts hanging free. In her hand was an electric lantern.

"Whoa, hey!" the taller one exclaimed as she and the other flinched back, shielding their eyes from May's flashlight. "May, it's just us."

May blinked. Oh. Oh, right. Brock Harrison's PokeGirls. Olive …Ollie…No, Olivia! Olivia and…Teach? No, not Teach. Rocky…Roxy…Roxanne! That was right! Olivia and Roxanne! They were here!

Though she had recognized them, May still didn't move, remaining frozen in place, staring and shining her flashlight on them. Oh, they looked so delectable, naked skin so perfectly sculpted. Lean, powerful muscles shifting with every movement, the titillating tease of cleavage in Roxanne's modest bust and the outright exposure of Olivia's massive breasts, full lips just begging to be kissed, just begging to be-

"May?" Roxanne said, lowering her hand to squint through the flashlight's beam. "May, are you still with us?"

A violent shiver swept up May's back to spread all over her neck and shoulders. "Y-Yeah," she said, hastily turning away. Focus! "We're here. So, uh, let's…let's go, and…"

"May, stop," Roxanne said, every bit the firm and commanding teacher she apparently was. "You can't keep going on like this."

Pure rage chased away the feverish lust burning through May's veins. "Don't!" she shrieked, whirling back around and stamping her foot. "I can! I will! My friends are in danger, and nothing will stop me from saving them! And if you can't keep up, then you can just-"

"You don't understand!" Roxanne snapped. She thrust a finger right at May's nose, cutting off her tirade. "You can't keep going on like this! You've pushed yourself to the limit, and now your libido is absolutely out of control! I can literally smell it on you!"

"She's right, you know," Olivia said. "We're all PokeGirls, and if we don't see to our needs, then we won't be useful to anyone."

May gritted her teeth. "We don't have time! Every second we waste-"

"Every second you go on like this will only make things worse!" Roxanne retorted. "It's distracting you, it's ruining your focus, and makes you lose control! How can you help them when you can barely even think straight?"

"Wouldn't you rather be at your best?" Olivia added. "Wouldn't it be easier to find and protect them if your head was clear?"

Boiling hot tears started to stream down May's face. Why couldn't they understand? Why weren't they helping her? "I'm fine!" she insisted, her voice cracking on the second word. "I can do it later, after I've-"

Ash's fingers again grip May by the rump, yanking her back so he can jam his stiff rod right into her quivering pussy. Searing heat explodes through May, forcing a gasping scream out of her throat, only for Misty to grip her by the hair and pull May's face into her crotch, her cunt swallowing up her cries. The two go to work, Ash thrusting into her from behind while Misty locks her legs around May's head, giving her no choice but to eat the younger girl out, not that she needed the encouragement. As the two force their pleasure upon her, they lean in over her naked back for a kiss, the three of them-

"ARGH!" May doubled over, seizing her head with both hands. "Stop! I need…I need to…"

"You need to stop being stubborn and see to your sexual needs!" Roxanne snapped. "And God forgive me for saying that to a child, but it's true! We are both far older and more experienced than you, and we know exactly what we're talking about!"

"Plus, we kind of need to take care of that too," Olivia threw in. "Because we're also PokeGirls. And we don't want to lose our minds either. So…yeah."

Snarling, May slammed her fists into the cold, hard ground. "Fine!" she snarled. "Fine! You two can…" Her mind immediately filled with images of the two rock-typed PokeGirls, naked and writhing against one another. "…whatever! I'm just…but we have to do this fast!"

She straightened up, spun on her heel, and marched off, already tugging her skirt and shorts off with one hand as she went. She wasn't even going to bother finding some privacy. All she needed to do was orgasm fast and orgasm hard. Just get it all out of her system so she could think clearly again, because as much as she hated to admit it, Roxanne was right. She was losing it.

Sighing, she leaned back against a stone wall, fingers dipping down toward her throbbing sex. At least she already had the perfect fantasy for encouragement, that of what she was going to do with Misty and Ash when she found them. Or rather, what she was going to let them do to her, because she still intended to have them use her as their mutual sex doll, and weird hang-ups or not, they had better be ready to ravage her until she could no longer walk when they were all finally reunited, because by Arceus's mighty golden cock, she was getting her-

"May?"

"WHAT!" May screamed, swinging toward the other older PokeGirls. God, why did they keep interrupting her? Couldn't they just-

And then she saw what was going on, and all of her rage evaporated in an instant.

Olivia had set her lantern down, and she and Roxanne were now stark naked, both of their loincloths and Roxanne's top now lying in a small pile on the floor. Olivia had one hand cupping the smaller woman's surprisingly generous ass with one hand while the other was laid upon Roxanne's slender waist, pressing her up against her front. One of Roxanne's sculpted legs was thrown up over Olivia's hips, and her hands were laid upon Olivia's broad shoulders, giving her the leverage she needed to bring her mouth to Olivia's. And while it was difficult to tell in the light of the flashlight, but May was pretty sure Roxanne had done just that.

Olivia smiled down at the dumbstruck pubescent PokeGirl. "Would you…care to join us?" she said, giving Roxanne's ass a squeeze.

Wait, really? Was this really happening? "I…what?"

Roxanne sighed. "You…need this. Desperately. Your fingers won't be enough. So…please. Let us do this for you."

"But…" What meager protest May was about to conjure up withered and died in her throat. What was she doing? How could she possibly say no?

Letting out a small, mewling whimper, she bowed her head and gave a brief nod, a silent plea for help.

Olivia extended a hand toward her, beckoning her to join the pair. "Then come here, Cutie."

Under normal circumstances, the invitation to have a threesome with two older, muscular PokeGirls would have caused May to run full-tilt at them, eagerly ripping her clothes off as she went. But at the moment May was feeling so mixed-up inside that all she could do was shuffle slowly toward the pair, her skirt and shorts still wound around her knees, arms wrapped around herself as her body kept shivering.

Then Olivia took her by the elbow and pulled her into their embrace, and the last vestiges of hesitation were gone.

Strong hands took hold of her upper arms and waist from the front and behind, lifting her up to be sandwiched between the two. Bare breasts pressed into her chest and back, as Olivia reached down with one hand to peel May's skirt and shorts fully off of her legs, while Roxanne reached around her front to grasp the zipper of her shirt. May's eyes rolled back into her skull, her mouth falling open and tongue hanging out as she gasped for breath. They had only just begun and already she was overwhelmed.

But her two lovers were not going to give her the chance to catch her breath. As Roxanne pulled the zipper down, Olivia covered May's panting mouth with her own, drinking in a deep kiss.

May's whole body went utterly stiff as if she had been jolted by a thunderbolt, and then her legs started involuntarily kicking as all control over her motor functions fled. Her shirt was pulled down off her shoulders and tossed away, letting Roxanne to lean in close, planting small kisses up and down May's shoulders. Her hands slid around May's young body, one moving up to seize one of May's budding breasts. But the other…

The other went down, caressing May's trembling stomach, to slide in between May's legs and grab hold of her enflamed mound. And then she squeezed.

May screamed into Olivia's mouth, and all conscious thought fled.

…

Though Cassidy wasn't normally a heavy drinker, there still had been more than one alcohol-fueled nights of celebration after a particularly successful mission in which things had escalated into her getting utterly wasted and waking up the next morning feeling both miserable and confused.

And though there had been multiple instances over the last few days in which a drink was sorely needed, she actually hadn't had the opportunity to partake. Despite this, waking up now was quite reminiscent of those nauseous hangovers that she'd wake up to, which really went to show the sort of time she was having, in that she didn't even get to enjoy getting drunk while still being subjected to the miserable morning after.

Where was she, though? She had very little memory of what had happened, and her pounding head made it so hard to think. She was lying flat on what felt like a thin mattress, so there was that. Maybe she should try to open her eyes?

Ow! Ow, ow, ow! Too bright!

Groaning, Cassidy tried to move. Okay, she was unrestrained, so that was good. Didn't change the fact that she felt like utter shit.

"Ah, you're starting to stir. Excellent."

Cassidy tried to turn toward the voice, but in doing so her stomach suddenly heave in protest.

"There are buckets to the left of your cots," the voice said helpfully. "Use them if you need to."

Oh, Cassidy needed to. She rolled over to grab something round and plastic with an open top and gratefully threw up what little bits of undigested food were still in her stomach.

She heaved and heaved and heaved, until her guts were fully cleared and the sick feeling had dulled. Now feeling a lot better, she set the bucket aside and cracked her eyes open.

The best she could tell, she was lying on a fold-out cot in a what appeared to be a makeshift clinic. The room was still a natural cave, or at least it had been at one point, but the walls had been carved out and at least partially smoothed down, the ceiling cleared of stalactites, and the floor likewise smoothed out. Several old and rotting cabinets and tables sat in one corner, as if waiting to be taken out on garbage day, and there were many bags and boxes neatly arranged along the walls. Electric lights were strung along the walls and over the ceiling, emitting a harsh buzzing.

The cot that Cassidy had woken up on was one of six others, all lined up neatly. Butch lay unconscious in one, and James in the other, while the other three were empty. A rough, one-legged table sat in front of the rows of cots, with a fold-out chair placed in front of it.

And seated at the table, with a steaming cup of tea in his hands, was a Man.

The word was justly capitalized, as this was quite certainly the biggest man that Cassidy had ever seen. Had he been standing, he would tower at least a full head over everyone around him, nearly seven feet. And it was clear that he took great care to make sure that he had the strength to move that massive frame around, as every bit of his body was packed with muscle, from his broad shoulders to his thick torso to his bulging biceps. And yet there was a strange, almost feline grace in how he moved. Clearly this was no slow, lumbering giant.

The man wore a skintight black bodysuit that openly displayed his intimidating physique, one reinforced with steel straps at the shoulders, thighs, and waist. Blue stripes of office were displayed on the shoulders, and a large red R covered the center of his chest. As for his head, his face was broad and thuggish and his skull shaved perfectly smooth. The only hair he had was a patch on his chin, which was trimmed into the shape of a pokeball. Despite this, there was a gentle air about him, as if he'd rather be tending to flowers instead of breaking arms.

Cassidy, naturally, recognized him immediately.

"Sir!" she squeaked, sitting up straight.

Rocket Administrator Cliff raised an eyebrow, and gave her a small nod. "Rocket Grunt Cassidy Parker," he said, his tone neutral.

"Ugh, what the hell…?" Butch suddenly moaned. Cassidy's partner was now trying to stir, only to suddenly seize up his own bucket and start retching into it. "Oh, God. Fuck. Gah, that burns."

"The nausea you are feeling is an unfortunate side-effect of the tranquilizing gas that we used to subdue you," Admin Cliff calmly remarked. "It will pass."

"Wait, who in that-" Butch then inhaled sharply. "Um, sir! This is an-Oh God, not again!"

"Judging by your sorry states, it would seem that we found you none too soon," Cliff continued as Butch again began retching. "A full night tramping around these caverns without sleep? And I cannot even hazard a guess as to when you last had a meal."

Cassidy's tongue felt glued to the top of her mouth. She worked her cheeks, trying to drum up some moisture to allow her to speak. "Sir, we, uh-"

"Hold that thought, Ms. Parker," Cliff said, his eyes darting over to James's cot, where, unfortunately, the idiot was also starting to move. "Ah, James Morgan. Glad you could join us. Please, feel free to make use of the bucket next to your cot."

"Oh, my poor, aching head," Cassidy heard James say. "Why…Oh, no."

Soon the blue twink was vomiting as well, and though her recovery was further along than her two male companions, all the sounds of nausea caused her own stomach to again start rolling, and she again grabbed up the foul-smelling bucket to spew even more vile business that the first round had somehow missed.

"Take all the time you need," Cliff told his heaving subordinates. "Your Pokemon have already awoken. They're in the kennel two floors down."

"K-Kennel?" Butch managed to stammer out.

"Floors?" Cassidy added.

Cliff nodded. "Yes. Welcome to the headquarters of Rocket Operation: Shoot for the Moon. And no, you are most definitely not supposed to be here."

…

Let it be made absolutely clear that while Olivia loved kids, she was absolutely not into kids.

As a woman twenty-two of age, she liked having sex with fully grown men (specifically Brock) and other fully grown women (specifically Lucy and Brock's other PokeGirls). All of her partners also tended to be very strong and muscular. Even Lucy was in exceptional shape for a normal young woman.

But the thing about being a PokeGirl is that once the kissing starts, things like personal preferences simply cease to matter. All that mattered was the pleasure, and who care who it was with, so long as they were able to keep up? Besides, it was an act of charity! Like it or not, May was a PokeGirl, and thus she had the same needs as all of them. It would be cruel to deny her, so Olivia had no problem in doing what was needed to help the poor kid out.

But even so, as they lost themselves into the frenzy of lust, Olivia couldn't allow herself to be completely dragged under. Compared to everyone else she had been with, May was so small, so soft, and so fragile. There was only so much her tiny and frail young body could take. Onyx had barely put any effort into her fight with May a couple days back, and she had still beaten the kid to an unconscious pulp, and Olivia had seen Onyx be far rougher with her lovers in bed. It was clear that May had to be handled with gentleness and tenderness, lest she get hurt.

And that is how Olivia found herself sitting naked in an underground cave, an equally naked twelve-year-old girl lying cradled in her lap, the girl's lips wrapped around one of Olivia's nipples, her hands digging into the flesh of the breast around it, while Olivia gently toyed with the girl's pussy. It was like nursing a baby, which was the appropriate level of care needed, Olivia felt.

Though no milk was coming out, May still sucked and pawed greedily at the nub of flesh in her mouth. Credit had to be given where credit was due, but the kid did know how to use that tongue of hers. Probably came from practicing with those two friends of hers, the ones they were trying to find. Olivia really hoped that she wasn't going to have to "treat" them the same way she was treating May. One time could be explained, but more than that could be seen as a trend.

Her finger pressed down on the little pearl of May's clitoris, and the kid's body suddenly jerked and shook as a powerful orgasm rocked her, her third so far. Then she went limp, collapsing over Olivia's thighs.

Olivia peered intently into the kid's face. May's eyes were closed, and she was breathing slowly and evenly. Had she passed out? If so, then they were probably good to go, and hopefully all the bad juju had been fucked out of May.

Then May blinked her eyes. Raising her head, she looked around, evidently somewhat confused as to where she was and what she was doing.

But then she caught sight of Olivia's breasts hovering over her head and her face lit up with delight. Squealing happily, she again chomped down on Olivia's nipple and resumed sucking.

Sighing, Olivia went back to fingering the kid's little pussy, eliciting some very pleased hums from her. Okay, there was clearly still some work to do. That was fine. She would do whatever was needed to give May the relief that she needed.

And in the meantime-

Olivia clenched up, a small groan escaping from her lips. Oh.

-she had her own source of relief.

Beneath May's body, Olivia's legs were spread, and Roxanne was on her knees before her, her face buried in Olivia's crotch, happily licking, kissing, nipping, and sucking. One of her arms was wrapped around one of Olivia's pillar-like legs for support, while the other was stuck between her own legs, frantically masturbating as she ate Olivia out.

As awkward as it might be, all three of them needed this.

…

Misty was in what could only charitably be described as a Bad Mood.

She was angry with everything. Angry with Team Rocket for getting them into this mess to begin with. Angry with the Team Rocket Grunt they were chasing for existing in the first place. Angry with Ash for not having gotten rid of her, for insisting that they chase after her, and for basically forcing Misty to go along with it. And she was angry with herself for her own bad decisions that had led her to this point.

Fortunately, unlike previous instances where she was angry at the world and everything in it, in this particular case she had the perfect person to take all of that anger and frustration out on and not have to feel bad about it later. She could get mad at Ash and yell at him after everything was all said in done. In the meantime, she was going to beat the ever-loving snot out of this Rocket idiot!

She ran naked through the caverns, enhanced legs pounding the ground, her bare feet not even noticing the roughness of the ground, her electrified body not noticing the chill, flash orb lighting the way. Lightning crackled around her fists and arms, ready to be unleashed. Through the headset, she could hear Ash gasping and panting as he struggled to keep pace.

Up ahead the path branched into three separate tunnels. Fortunately, the way was made clear, as Nidoran was there, hopping up and down.

"Where?" Misty snapped. Nidoran immediately pointed his nose down the center path.

"Stick with Ash!" she called as she bolted into the tunnel.

From there, her path took a downward slope. That wasn't good. They ought to be heading up, trying to find a way out of the caves, not descending deeper!

Well, they could worry about that after. It shouldn't take long. She could already hear her quarry.

"Ow! Get off of me, you flying rat! Beat it!"

It seemed that Zubat had caught up, and was engaging the enemy. Good.

Misty hastened her speed. Rounding a corner, she found her target.

The Rocket Woman was there, standing in a round cavern with no visible exit save for the one that Misty had just entered in. She was flailing her hands around and ducking her head, trying to protect herself as Zubat darted and swooped, biting and scratching. Occasionally she would open her mouth to exhale a cloud of poison gas, like that would be any help. Still, it wouldn't do for Misty to run into that poison.

Fortunately, she didn't need to.

"Hey!" she called.

The Rocket Woman looked up in surprise. Then she cried out and staggered back, hands covering her face as the light from Misty's flash orb blinded her dilated eyes.

"Eat this!" Misty hollered, and threw a sphere of lightning right at the Rocket Woman's bare abdomen.

It hit, and the Rocket Woman's whole body went utterly stiff as electricity surged all around her, even giving Misty brief glimpses of her skeleton beneath her skin. The small cavern was suddenly filled with the scent of cooking flesh.

Then the electricity broke, and the Rocket Women was sent stumbling backward. That much power would have been enough to put a normal human down, but as she was a PokeGirl, she got off with a large black mark covering her stomach, smoke rising from her body, and a light tan. Her hairspray did not survive, however, causing all of her purple hair to suddenly shoot up around her head in a truly massive afro.

That was fine, though. Plenty more where that came from.

"Misty!"

Ash's voice came through both her headset and out of it. Misty turned to find him at the cavern's entrance, slumped over with one hand against the wall and panting hard. His exhaustion hadn't dulled his determination, however.

"Thunder wave!" he ordered between gasps.

Oh, right. She probably should have led with that. Changing the voltage surging through her skin from searing to paralyzing, Misty readied another electric attack.

Then Ash frantically called out, "Wait! Stop!"

Misty paused. "What?"

Then she saw it.

Zubat had gotten caught in the dazed Rocket Woman's suddenly poofed hair. He was flailing around, trying to free himself, but only kept tangling himself up more. If Misty attacked her now, then Zubat would undoubtedly get hit too.

Fortunately, for as impulsive as he could be at times, Ash was still a quick thinker. "Nidoran! Double-kick!"

The poisonous little warrior charged into the cavern for his signature attack. Darting between Misty's legs, he sped at the Rocket Woman, who was still stumbling around in a daze. One short, yet densely muscled hindleg shot out, slamming into the side of her foot.

"Ow!" the Rocket Woman cried, waking from her muddle and seizing her injured foot while hopping around on the other.

Unfortunately for her, the moved was double-kick.

With another howl of pain, the Rocket Woman went down. As she did, Misty rushed over to try to free her entrapped companion.

Zubat was trapped good, and his anxious flapping was making it hard to get a good grip. Fortunately, Misty had no reservations about simply tearing out clumps of hair to get him free. Unfortunately, whatever it was that the Rocket Woman had been using to keep her hair looking that ridiculous, it hadn't completely evaporated, causing several strands to stick together.

"Here!" Ash was at her side, pulling out a small camping knife.

Misty gripped the terrified creature the best she could without getting bitten or scratched as Ash slashed away at the hair.

"Ash, hurry up!"

"I am! This is so thick! Seriously, how did…"

At that moment, the writhing Rocket Woman finally looked up and saw what they were doing, and her venomously violet eyes went wide with horror.

"YOU BRATS GET AWAY FROM MY HAIR!" she screamed, swiping at them with her nails. The pair ducked and redoubled their efforts.

"Hurry, hurry," Misty urged as she kept pulling and Zubat kept shrieking.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT COSTS TO GET HAIR THIS PERFECT?!"

"Almost…there!" Ash grunted. "There!"

Zubat came free! He was still entangled in severed strands of crispy, purple hair, but he was free! "Calm down!" Misty said as she tried to scoot back. "Let me get you-"

Now with two children no longer ripping at her hair, the Rocket Woman whirled around and, with a face full of hate, exhaled a cloud of sickly purple vapor.

Ash had already ducked to the side, but Misty took the vapor right to the face, and was unable to keep from gasping in out of surprise.

Immediately her body was wracked with fever and nausea.

"Argh!" she cried as she fell back, coughing and gagging. Oh God, it was awful! Thick and foul and sticking to her throat.

"Misty!" she heard Ash cry out, but his voice sounded so weird and distorted, like he was speaking to her from underwater. Had something gone wrong with her headset?

Then Misty's legs went out from under her.

As she fell, she thrust one hand forward and shot off as strong a thunderbolt as she could, hoping to fry the evil witch for good.

Her aim was unfortunately a little off.

Her shot went up, striking not the Rocket Woman, but a hanging stalactite. The stone pillar's base exploded, and it fell.

The good news was that it didn't hit anyone living. All humans and Pokemon managed to avoid being skewered by the falling chunk of rock.

The bad news is that the floor of the cavern turned out to be much thinner than they had originally assumed.

The stalactite shattered upon impact. As it did, cracks spiderwebbed out, covering the entirety of the cavern ground.

"Nobody move!" Ash cried.

Nobody move. Right. If Misty's stomach didn't feel so awful then she might have laughed. Moving really wasn't currently in the cards for her.

She expected something from the Rocket Woman, though. She didn't really strike Misty as the most rational or intelligent person, the sort that would leap up and start jumping up and down sheerly out of spite.

However, she didn't. Instead, she too lay perfectly still, for once choosing to do the smart thing.

Misty was feeling too weak to move, but she managed to crane her neck just enough to see through purple-hazed vision. The Rocket Woman was actually obeying Ash, though she did not look at all pleased by it. In fact, rather than be concerned about the floor literally breaking apart around them, she was shooting the most hateful of glares right at Ash. Huh. Well, at least she wasn't moving.

Not that it made any difference.

The ground again rumbled. Then the cracks started to come apart. Despite her poisoned state, Misty tried to tense up her muscles for one last leap to haul herself and Ash to safety.

She didn't have nearly enough strength. The cavern floor caved in beneath them, dumping them all into the darkness below.

…

Gasping, heaving, and thrusting, Roxanne clutched at May's leg, fingers digging into her smooth skin, as she frantically ground her aching pussy into the girl's. May's body jerked and twitched beneath her, while her own cries were muffled by Olivia's own cunt, as Roxanne's partner gripped at May's head, pulling her into her crotch.

The two older PokeGirls had surrendered utterly to the lust, and had thrown themselves with animalistic frenzy onto the child being spitroasted between them. And May was only too happy to reciprocate, eagerly rolling her hips with Roxanne's as their connected pussies squished and rubbed against each other, seeking out as much burning friction as possible. Her tongue probed deep into Olivia's inner canals, lapping her arousal up while kissing her engorged vaginal folds. Despite the awkward angle, both of her arms had been thrown around Olivia's waist to grab onto her ass.

More, was all Roxanne could think as she grinded harder and harder against May, forcing the tremors within her to grow in strength. In her lust induced haze, she could see May's slender, young body as it jerked back and forth, her tender little breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Releasing May's leg, Roxanne hunched over to grope at the girl's breasts. They barely filled each of her palms, but she was able to get enough of a handful to squeeze.

"Teach," she heard Olivia moan. A moment later a large, powerful hand was cupping Roxanne's cheek with utmost tenderness, and the familiar feel of Olivia's soft lips pressed into her own.

The two women needily made out while grinding and groping the little girl between them. The quakes were growing stronger, each one building to an explosive climax. Roxanne had lost count of the number of times she had cum already, only knowing that she and the others only had one last left in them, that the one they were writhing towards was going to be the last.

Finally, it hit, a massive, mountain-moving orgasm that sent rumbling shockwaves out from Roxanne's pussy through the the rest of her body. Breaking off from Olivia's lips with a cry, she pressed down as hard as she could against May's crotch as convulsions shook her.

Finally the last of the tremors passed, taking with it the last of Roxanne's strength. Letting out a weak moan, she let go of May and let herself slump to one side. Moments later she heard a soft thud as Olivia faceplanted onto the ground next to her.

The three of them lay still, a heap of sticky, bare bodies, surrendering themselves blissful oblivion.

…

A/N: Well, um, I guess I owe you guys an explanation.

You know all the explanations I've had for long delays in the past, whether it be other projects, writer's block, real life drama, and all that?

Well, take all those reasons, and multiple them by like a gazillion.

The other projects were the big one, and naturally I had the nastiest of all writer's blocks, one that took me months to work through. And after that was done I still had to do this. Added to all that, I just got really, really busy. Like, nothing bad like last year, but I spent a solid month doing nothing but home renovations, there were a couple of week-long trips, and I still have a full time job and something resembling a life.

So…yeah. That all happened. Sorry about that.

Though I do know that some people started wondering if this story was abandoned or not. Fair enough, so let me just clear things up: if I ever decide that I don't want to do this story anymore (which will likely be due to outside forces rather than losing interest), then I'm nuking it, just wiping it off of the internet. So if it's been a while since I've updated but the story itself is still up, then just assume that I'm really busy with other shit.

In other news, James's full name of James Morgan is like a popular fan-name for him that I think comes from some production notes or something. As for Cassidy, for her and Butch I'm using Butch Cassidy's real name of Robert Parker. So, Butch Roberts and Cassidy Parker.

No, I'm still not sure why I chose to make Cassidy the main character of the Team Rocket subplot. She wasn't even in any of the episodes I saw as a kid.

In other, other news, I've started editing the previous chapters to fix all the Pokemon's genders. I'm up to like chapter nine, and should have the rest done over the next couple of weeks. But here's a quick primer.

Ash's Team:

Zubat and Nidoran are male, Tangela is female.

Misty's Team:

Staryu is male, Starmie is female.

Yellow's Team:

Chuey and Metapod are male, Pidgeotto is female.

Team Rocket:

Meowth, Houndour, Koffing, Raticate, and Mankey are male, Ekans, Sableye, Poocheyna, and Hitmontop are female.

Anyway, back to the grind.