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Chap. 25 Practice Makes...

Kelso Abernathy kept his head down as he mopped the main arterial hallway on the 366th floor of the GameFreak Pacific Headquarters. Keeping his head down was normal. Expected. He was, after all, a nobody. The Executives who frequented the floor, which was largely filled with offices on the west side and a massive indoor conservatory on the east, through which the single enclosed hallway he was currently cleaning provided a little protection from the overhead irrigation system.

It was late, well after midnight, but he knew he was hardly the only person still working. The entire night janitorial staff was on, and half the day shift since GameFreak had a recent public announcement, and thus a celebration, of the upcoming game release. The public had only been allowed in the show-floor, of course, but GameFreak employed fifteen or more thousand people in this one building, out of a complex that spanned nineteen towers of similar size.

The party had been understated for the most part, considering how much his employer was hyping this, their last, greatest (ever, yet) Pokémon Game.

Kelso could see why: the game, from what he had seen, spoke for itself. The video that had been playing on the monitors on every wall and several support pillars of the show-floor had been live feed from the open Beta Test. Adults who signed an NDA had been given special access to a more private room, where the closed Beta was being shown instead.

Needless to say, even the open demonstration had blown people away. True virtual reality had been a dream for centuries, but it had persistent problems with vertigo, dysmorphia, and phantom-limb type symptoms for just as long. Now, with the neural interlink of the SoNinten system, those were a thing of the past.

He was eager to try it himself. Even in the current century, almost two and a half centuries after the cultural revolution in the mid 2000's, being a gay man didn't afford him quite as many opportunities for fun as he would have liked. While he wasn't particularly interested in the Pokémon themselves, the free nature of sex in that world appealed to him very much.

Surely someone, more someones anyway, would be interested.

True, Kelso had hoped for a bit that the handsome Alex Ward, son of a (relatively small, but wealthy) business tycoon might be a golden ticket of sorts. But his infatuation with the young Berkman girl, and their so-convenient-it-was-almost-suspicious rooms in 1 and 2, respectively, of the hall on the Closed Beta Testers' floor was obvious.

It was almost like his employer knew what they were doing with all the psycho-social profiling they had done on each of the applicants accepted into the closed test.

Nah... that couldn't be it.

Kelso snorted and rolled his eyes. Of course it was: there was no such thing as an altruistic Mega-Corp. GameFreak, like many of the companies that had come out of what was now Nippon Mega-City over the last two hundred years claimed a sort of social and ecological stewardship that few other companies did. For the most part, Kelso even believed the hype.

They certainly treated the lower-end workers, like himself, pretty well compared to the wage-slaves that weren't even above indentured servitude that worked for most Mega-Corps.

An astute observer might wonder why, in a company with such obvious assets, a moderately low-paid worker was mopping the floor of a very, very large company in the twenty-third century.

In a word: Espionage.

Ten years before, he knew, it was all the rage for competitors to sneak small listening devices, video recorders, wireless network scanners, hard-drive scanners, and all number of spying hardware aboard cleaning robots. Robots no one paid any attention to.

People like him, who had never been able to afford the education or connections required to get a good job had actually benefited greatly by that round of clandestine fiscal warfare. People could spy too, of course, and were if anything better at it. But people were also easier to spot.

Yes, it was a little more expensive to hire a person to do a job than a robot, but only a little these days. Labor was cheap thanks to the massive population their planet was trying to support, general poor living conditions which, as it always had, only seemed to increase the population growth as people sought relief the only way they could get it, and so on.

Kelso didn't mind, though. He wasn't actually mopping the way a person might've had to do three centuries ago, he was driving a semi-automated floor cleaner. It was nearly silent, which suited him just fine: the only sound it made was the swish of the mops themselves as they swept, mopped, dried, and waxed the floor in a single pass, and all without having to refill the thing's tanks more than once every two hours. All in all, it was relatively mindless work, which let him pass the time listening to music, thinking, or otherwise putting his brain to other tasks.

He, personally, had never been interested in corporate espionage. While the lure of a few billion dollars was indeed enticing, it would not be worth the risk if he were caught.

That didn't mean he didn't occasionally hear things.

After all, no one noticed the cleaning staff.

So when a medical doctor, identified by the crisp teal cross on his white lab coat as opposed to the curvy woman in the business suit he was talking to at two o'clock in the morning after a raucous party said something, it caught Kelso's ear. It wasn't like he could help it, the man had said it right there, in the open, as he swooshed slowly past the pair, who were walking and talking in the same hall he was cleaning.

The statement was innocuous enough by itself. "Yes, Subject One is doing quite well, I'm very glad we paired him with Two. Once Specimen RDV joins up with them, I expect she will spur the experiment on even faster."

Taken alone, it was essentially gibberish, full of non-data and lingo Kelso neither knew nor really cared to know.
But he did know who Subject One and Subject Two were.
The cute guy in room one, and the (he supposed) cute young girl in room two on his usual floor.

Alex, and the girl he was all-but fucking.

Kelso kept his face carefully neutral as he drove by, and didn't allow himself to frown, even a little, until he had gone back up and down the now-empty hall twice.

He didn't know what it meant, of course. But it meant something.
The Beta was not just sex in a game. Not if they were actively experimenting on people, and wanted to use others to make it go faster.

The problem was... what could he do about it? He was a janitor, not some criminal mastermind or super-spy. Just a cleaning guy. Nobody special.

Elle yelped as her precious Growlithe got pelted by dirt and soil for the third time. "Hey, watch it, Alex! Kole doesn't like being dirty!"

"Sorry," he called back from across the now almost-empty field. "Cock's struggling with his aim, okay? I feel like he's almost got it, but the dirt just keeps going everywhere."

"I get that," she shot back, gesturing at the coughing Fire-type, who was doing his best to shake off the dirt as he moved further way from Alex's training, "but Kole's weak against Ground, remember? Even if it's not really working, he doesn't like being covered in dirt, because it smothers the fire."

"I know, I know, sorry," was the only reply she got. At least her companion looked back to the spined Pokémon that was his starter and said, "Come on, buddy, let's go over here. Sappy and Gobbler won't mind a little extra soil to feed from."

She knew she shouldn't really complain. If he pulled it off, it would be a great move against the Steel Gym, effective against almost all of its paired secondary types, as well as Steel itself. It was even a common move for a four-legged Pokémon, especially one that resembled a rodent in basic form. She knew, Alex knew, that Cock could learn the move. He was even mostly doing it, rooting in the dirt, pawing at it with his paws rapidly.
The problem was the mess it created. That, and Cock was still doing it too slowly to be useful in battle. He was getting there though, and after a rough start where Elle had to ask Kole to show him how to perform the basics- something that came naturally to the dog-like Pokémon- Cock had nodded in a very human-like gesture of understanding, and then gotten to work with actual practice.
That was two hours ago.

Elle knew Alex wanted to do the Steelworks Gym first, but that was largely because he was more confident of his chances at the Aerie. While he had a Pokémon whose Type would be weak against Flying, it was just one, Sappy. He had one Pokémon who was almost destined to be effective there in Spike, so the rebellious Larvitar would be his go-to against the Gym Leader, she was sure.

To cap things off for Alex, who freely admitted Poison wasn't his favorite type, but it was a good secondary for Ground which was, the Flying Gym would be weird. His basic moves in Ground would be utterly useless against the birds that would be very common if not present in every single Pokémon in the Aerie Gym. But... Lingus, and Shooter, both knew moves that could potentially devastate the opposition, too. Rollout alone from his heavy Lickitung would likely sweep the lesser Trainers if he went with that strategy, and Shooter as a backup with Auroura Beam for those teams with high-defense Pokémon would do well, too.

If nothing else, Cock and Surtr were just generally solid Pokémon. Their moves might not be anything special Type-wise in a Flying Gym, but their stats were pretty good according to her Pokédex, well above average in both cases, much like Loki's and Kole's.

Finding the sulfur-filled hot springs cave had been truly lucky for both of them. It was almost a given that when they found a Grass Gym- presumably in Celadon, though that was no longer a guarantee given the changes in Pewter- the Growlithe and Ponyta would carry the day on their sturdy, speedy backs.

Her team was a bit more worrisome, but she was kind of presented with the same problem Alex was, only in reverse. She wanted to do the Flying Gym first, but her team was actually weak against the Type in general, even though she loved it as much as Alex liked Poison, at least. Almost all of her substitutes were Bug or Grass, and like Alex, she had a Grass on her battle team too. Unlike her teammate, however, her whole team had exactly zero moves that would be more than decently powerful against birds or other Flying-Types.

Of course, that was the whole purpose of her training. For now, she had sent Gobbler off with a load full of both her cum and Alex's to root and grow for a bit, which was where Alex went. In her stead, Elle now carried her Diglett on her belt in the sixth slot. He already had a decent move-set for the Steel Gym, but unfortunately she thought Alex was right: her Mole Pokémon was just too fragile to count on being able to carry her through. He would be great at finishing off already-weakened opponents, maybe take out one or two of each opponent's Pokémon himself, but he could not take on entire teams. Magnitude was very useful, even good at weakening or knocking out- or worse- whole groups at a time, but it was just too unreliable. Bulldoze was better, and combined with the Diglett's speed, he would be able to- or should be able to- wipe out the weaker Pokémon they would be going up against in a single hit. Against the Aerie, he was useless, though. He only had Astonish, the very weakest of Ghost moves (in her mind less useful than even Lick, which at least could paralyze an opponent with disgust or pleasure). The fact that most Flying Types were Normal as a secondary Type would make that even less useful, as even a simple Pidgey would be completely immune to anything the little Mole could do.

No, he was useless in the Aerie, but in the Steelworks she thought he'd do at least alright. To that end, most of the rest of her team was training hard. Kole was working with both Nike and Loki, trying to work on their raw strength and speed when he wasn't shaking dirt off of his thick fur. She knew there was potential for Loki to learn Thunder Punch, but she just didn't see how he could do it without, well, hands. How he knew Sucker Punch was beyond her, since even she couldn't see where he was besides a vague haze if he wanted to be invisible.

But Shooter and Squirt were working together in the nearby pool, spouting powerful streams of water at each other from which fog was continually raising. She had thought it was steam at first, and thought Alex might have wanted Shooter to learn Scald for some reason, but the water was far colder when she had checked than it should have been.

Whatever they were doing, it wasn't trying to learn Scald. She trusted Alex to know what she'd need, though, so she had left the two under his instruction. Which left her just one more Pokémon to train, since she didn't have a good enough rapport with her Diglett to actively train him, only let him watch the others as they practiced.

"Alright, Morpheus, enough meditation. Let's see what you can do."

The yellow, bipedal... thing, opened burning, violet-pink eyes, and rose smoothly- almost as if it was levitating- to its feet on its stubby legs. "Drow."
Two short arms raised, and the paws formed into fists that were almost human-like. A faint, purple light grew around them... flickered... and died.

Again.

She sighed, "Alright, well, it's better than nothing, and better than you had before. Tell you what- a little extra motivation."

Her Drowzee nodded, the short, elephantine snout waving as it did, to show he was listening.

Elle leaned in close, and whispered, "If you get it today, I'll- I'll suck- well, I'll have Gobbler suck your dick tonight."

She saw his yellow mouth curve into a frown as he pointed at her, but Elle shook her head. "No, not me tonight. If you master it, then, I guess I will. Or here's another idea- When we get a Badge. Alex gets to fuck me, and you can get me to suck you off one time- probably the next day, but maybe before even Alex."
"Zee- Zee, Drow!"

"Heh, you like that idea? Being first?"

He nodded vigorously, "Row."

"Good. Keep practicing- Gobbler's blowjobs are pretty good according to Alex, so I'm sure you'll enjoy it, even if she's not your type."

"Row-Dro!"

Adisa sighed. When she had signed up with Team Rocket, this was not what she had anticipated doing on a regular basis. Capturing Zapdos, while terrifying, had been an absolute joy, a thrill she hadn't experienced before or since.

Babysitting a bunch of low-level NPC Trainers and fighting the very occasional player who had gotten past the proverbial gauntlet was just... not the same. Yes, she knew she was doing good work in preventing these snot-nosed brats, over-eager teens, and too-ambitious adults from getting into trouble they could not handle.

It was still boring. She hadn't had a real fight in six days. Had barely had any sort of match in two. And...

And...

She could swear there was something in the water.

Like everyone else on the team, she used the Rocket-Issued, Silph-Manufactured water filtration system they had been provided to get drinking water, bathing water, and cooking water. But every time she got a drink, she felt... something. Strange. Unusual.

Horny.

She was, of course, an average woman with the average woman's needs, as far as she knew, but Adisa was definitely feeling... off these days.

Maybe it was what GameFreak had told her on her last log-out. Basically a stronger version of the time before: "Start using the sex system more or you'll lose your chance at the Beta."
She had been thinking about it, because she was already addicted to this game in a way she had never been with a Pokémon game before- and she loved Pokémon games.
Still, it had to be the water, because it wasn't just her.

Everyone on her team was doing it, from the thirteen year old boy and girl- cousins, she thought- who were now fucking at least two of their older team-mates on a daily basis each, to her effective next-in-command, a grunt named Dorlan who had been on the same Zapdos mission she had been, though she hadn't met the man there.

He, at least, seemed to mostly be keeping his cool, because Adisa was sure if he was getting a little to grabby, she'd have sicked Machop on him like she had that Rocker guy, her first coupling after entering the game. Or maybe just killed him and blamed it on an accidental drowning. The man was a creep, and spent far too much time looking at the younger guards, but at least he hadn't done anything that she knew of.

No... he was fucking his Pokémon, instead. Three or four times a day, interrupted by meals, a bit of walking around, smoking, or the occasional battle he had to partake in. Most people, if they made it as far as Dorlan, didn't make it past him to her. That was fine with Adisa, she supposed: it meant less danger for the interlopers, even if it made things boring.

Even her own Pokémon were having fun.

Houndour and Vulpix got on pretty well, considering they were basically canids- even if one was clearly a vulpine, given her name- and shared a Fire Type. Or at least, would once Houndour evolved. GeoDude and Machop, well... they weren't friends, but they had a friendly-enough rivalry, constantly trying to outdo each other in physical feats. It was good for them, she was sure. Two great, strong powerhouses on her team- one more offensive, one more defensive, but equally strong, more or less- and two offensive power-houses with fire were just her type. Not Pokémon type, obviously, but... well, her style.
She was, after all, a natural Sweeper.

The weakened and battered teams that made it past Dorlan... well, they stood no chance. No one had even come close, really.

But it was so... so...

She sighed. Even saying the word, even thinking it, was... gah.

Too much.

She had to find something to kill time.

That was when she noticed it.

Machop and GeoDude had paused... staring at Vulpix.

Vulpix, who was whining, pawing between her lower legs, on her back.

Houndour, who was mounting her not as a dog would, but more like a human would.

Adisa's first instinct was to stop it, to pull them apart. But no, that could hurt both of them, and if Houndour snapped at her, she could lose an arm.

Besides, it wasn't like they were hurting anything, or each other. No... Vulpix was clearly enjoying it as much as Houndour was.

GeoDude actually turned away after a moment, shrugging on his fist-hands, and started fist-walking back to her tent, rolling his gray eyes.

But Machop... he did something Adisa did not expect.

With a strange, almost blushing, embarrassed look in her direction, she saw a pouch open between his legs, and a surprisingly thick, if short, fleshy rod came out. Without a word, pointedly looking away from her and back toward the mating pair, Machop began to stroke himself.

There had to be something in the water, because... well, she couldn't look away.

Didn't want to.

Instead, Adisa found herself almost casually glancing down the slope to where a few Trainers were milling about, no doubt trying to plan how to get past the weaker guards. Higher up, two of the teenagers were fucking behind a bush, in clear view of herself and Dorlan, who was either not at his post fucking one of his own Pokémon, or eating lunch. It was about that time of day, anyway.

There would be time.

It was... something, anyway, to do.

"Come here, Machop- no, don't worry, you aren't in trouble. I'm not upset. Let me help you with that..."

It was... well, a lot like she had imagined, as her cool, dark brown fingers wrapped around the Machop's member. Warm, thick, a little wet.

She pumped it twice to find her Machop, just over two feet tall, easily as thick as a normal human if only a few inches long- short enough to fit in her closed hand lengthwise. "Chooop," he sighed as she started pumping slowly.

It had to be the water.

She was... so wet.

She was here, jerking off her Starter, and she was dripping.

Adisa sighed.

Everyone else had something to do- it.

She had... well...

Nothing to do, except, of course, 'it'.

The thing GameFreak wanted her to do.

The thing Adisa Chuke suddenly found herself wanting to do.

Her lips were moistened with a thick tongue, and Adisa's hand reached for the button of her dark jeans. Once she had shimmied out of them, she turned around, leaving her Machop to whimper a little at the lack of attention, and sink onto her hands and knees. She had to lean back a bit to get the right height, but once she had presented her dripping pussy to her Pokémon, he seemed to know exactly what to do. "Ma- Machop!"

Little, strong hands closed on her waist, and Adisa sighed in desperate relief. Fuck... he wasn't deep, not at all, but Machop stretched her so good! "That's it, Machop- fuck me. Fuck me as hard and fast as you can. I... I need it. Fuck and shit, my ancestors would be ashamed, but I don't care. Just- just do it. Do me!"

Unfortunately for her, while Machop's strokes were rhythmic and fast, hard, he didn't last long. No doubt, she was his first, so the Superpower Pokémon blew his load all over her ass, leaving a mess of white-green goo for her to clean up in the possibly-tainted water.

But when she tried to stand up, a strong, small hand on the small of her back pushed her back down. "Chop," her Pokémon commanded, and pushed back into her.

He hadn't softened one bit, nor had his pounding thrusts.

Suddenly, Adisa minded this mission a lot less. If he could go again right away, she would never lack for anything to do. Ever.