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Trigger Warnings: Pokephilia. It might have been inspired by some fanart, you can probably guess which one(s) if you read the last scene. If you don't like that stuff, you won't like this fic anyway, but if you MUST skip it, you can tell when it starts shortly after the third scene shift.

Chap. 53: Cascades of...?

"Hey, Miss! Yes, you, Miss! With the pink hair!"

Robin paused on her way out of Cerulean City to look toward the man hawking several Pokéballs from a ramshackle little kiosk he had probably hauled there by himself. There were a few crude signs taped to the front, with what looked like children's drawings of Pokémon on most, along with a slightly-more-neatly scrawled set of odds. "Try your luck, kid?" the man called again, definitely in her direction since she had made the mistake of giving him any attention at all.

"What luck?" she asked, despite herself, "Aren't you just selling Pokémon? And isn't that illegal?"

The older gentleman (whose suit, she noticed, was a bit tattered and ill-fitting), turned a little pink, the color dark on his arleady ruddy face. "Er... T- Technically, it's only illegal without a license. Which I have, obviously."

Robin let her eyes narrow. Her voice also clearly displayed skepticism as she drawled, "Riiiiight... and I'm the queen of Escargo. Anyway, what's the luck you want me to try?"

The man forced himself to grin widely, "Why, chance, of course! A game of luck! I have here twelve Pokémon in their balls, all freshly caught, and ready for adventure! Ready to be your new best friend! As you can tell by my- er, my daughter's- drawings, we have four different Pokémon available for you to win!"

"Right, right," Robin nodded, stepping back a bit to get a better look at the front of the cart. "I recognize those three. They're the traditional starters. Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur, right?"

"Ooh, a smart one, kid," the man chortled, clearly eager to get her to play, "I like you! Yes, those are some of the rarest Pokémon in Kanto, you know? And I've got two of each here! My brother Breeds them, you see, and I'm the only- erm, licensed- salesman of the trio in the whole Region! But, see, there's a catch. There's two other types of Pokémon here, too. Feebas, and Magikarp. And those Pokémon are... not so good. Common, weak. Pathetically, comically weak. And you've got a fifty-fifty chance of getting something good, or getting something bad. So tell me, kid... do you trust your luck?"

The Combinant rolled her eyes, "Of course I do. I started with a Happini. I'm familiar with weak Pokémon becoming strong, too. How much? I notice there isn't a price listed for this... game, of yours. Which I also think is illegal outside of Celadon, or maybe Saffron."

"It's, uh, a bit of a gray area, really," the man chuckled nervously, then glanced up and down the road. They were still in a residential area, though the houses were becoming fewer and farther between, with larger yards. Foot- and car-traffic were still pretty heavy however, which meant there were witnesses. No doubt he was hoping for a quick scam and go, which was half the reason Robin was trying to delay him. "I mean, in cities it's illegal, but this is a suburb of Cerulean, so the law isn't really fully defined, and... come on, kid, I've got other customers waiting. Are you in, or out?"

Robin actually raised both her eyebrows, flexing her Ditto-DNA abilities to lift them almost comically, as she looked about. "I don't see anyone else lining up. But I already asked, how much?"

The man coughed, but at least had the decency to cover his mouth. "Oh. Yeah... that's right. Um, for you, since I like you... how about five hundred? Per chance, of course."

The math was easy. If she wanted the full set, she'd have to buy twelve full Pokéballs, at worst. Six thousand... which was a little more than she had. Three picks more, not that she would admit that to this probable scam artist, and almost certain criminal, no matter what he said. "Alright, I'll bite. Once, and only once."

His eyes narrowed, but he still smiled almost-jovially, "Excellent! We have a lucky lady here, folks! Alright, miss, just pay me the five hundred, and one of these shiny, brand-new Pokémon are yours, ball included! They'll be transferred to you with a double-click of the button."

So far as she knew, there was no good way to change the ID of a Pokémon after it was assigned, but it was true that not all Pokéballs assigned the ID by default. And that was, indeed, the way to assign one afterward. Robin scanned the balls carefully, the red and white clear and pristine. Each of the Pokéballs looked unusued except for perhaps their orginal capure, which would have been when they were hatched or just after. If his brother was actually a Breeder, of course. Still... she could afford to just lose that much, if needed. Not that she would let him get away free and clear if he did cheat her.

Robin let her hands drift over the various 'balls for several seconds after she paid, while the man gleefully counted out her money. She had a good feeling about number six, the rightmost in the second row... but at the last moment, she took number ten, instead. The ball felt cool in her hand, but as she double-clicked the button, just as the suit-wearing scammer had said, it clicked twice and then beeped. A moment later, her Pokégear beeped and vibrated on her wrist, too. "New Pokémon registered. ID 1310WM3 registered," it announced in the cool, vaguely feminine voice it usually spoke in with voice commands activated.

Robin snickered. Her Pokémon had "Blow Me" as its ID, if you squinted. Then she opened it, releasing her newest Pokémon onto the ground. It appeared in a flash of soft blue light... and immediately started flopping around, a quiet, "Karp, Karp!" the only sound it made aside from the flap of fins on asphalt.

The Combinant's eyes narrowed.

"Sorry, Miss, bad luck! Care to try again? There's still plenty more chances, and you can play up to three times a day!"

She looked at the smarmy, grinning salesman, who was in the process of setting another Pokémon onto the top of his cart, then fast-handing a shuffle.

A shell game, she realized. There's no Pokémon in the set aside from Magikarp and maybe Feebas. Three guesses per day means you can't prove it, either. Unless...

Three more Pokéballs released, and the creatures they contained hit the ground. Robin's Happini, Bliss, squeaked up at her, but Queenie, her new Nidoran female and Rattata, Nibbler scowled and snarled, ready for battle. "Poison Sting, and Hyper Fang this cheat! Bliss, back 'em up!"

"W- Wait, you can't do that," the man shouted, "This is an assault! Help, help! I'm being assaulted by Pokémon!" He reached for two more of the balls in a panic, released them, and then two more, clicking the buttons as quickly as he could.

While he did, Robin released a pair as well, without bothering to register them. It was, she knew, the only way to actually release a Pokémon back into the wild.

In a moment, there were seven Magikarp, not even a Feebas, flopping around helplessly on the sidewalk and roadway. "Cheater," Robin snarled, "Get him!"

The man, wisely, turned to run, her speedy little Normal- and Poison-types giving vigorous chase. Robin sighed, then used some of her own Pokéballs to re-capture the released pair she had let go, if only to keep them alive. The rest she returned to their own balls before they suffocated, including the one she had 'won'. Then she opened up her 'gear once more, this time with a heavier sigh. "Hello, Cerulean City Police Department? Yes, this is a report of a crime. Yes, I'll give you all the details. I'm both a witness, and a victim- and the one who stopped the perpetrator. Of course, the address is..."

Unfortunately, she would not leave the scene for some time, hours in fact. That did have one good benefit: The suit-wearing man was not able to recover the three dozen and change Magikarp he had stowed away. At least Robin was able to keep the three she had 'rescued' or 'won'. It wasn't exactly a good deal, but then again... she knew Pokémon, especially the older ones that lived in or around Kanto's waters.

Magikarp didn't stay useless forever. Yes, they were a pain to train up to be powerful, but so had Bliss been. Now, she wouldn't trade her Starter for the world. This one... well... to be honest, she didn't even want a Gyarados. Yes, they were powerful, but why bother? No, a Magikarp was a lot more fun in their own way, from what she could imagine.

So once she was free to go after the police had questioned her thoroughly, Robin turned back into Cerulean. One more night at the Pokémon Center nearby wouldn't hurt. She could even alter her body while in the shower, then spend the whole night having fun. Yes... that sounded like just the ticket.

"Those Clefairy sure are something," Alex murmured, not for the first time, as he led the way down the twisting, winding paths of Route Four. Paths might be a bit generous, the way was more than just a little rugged. What the city-born but more experienced outdoorsman that Alex was would have called a game trail at best. They were narrow, twisted, full of ruts and holes, hoof- and paw-prints, while vine and root and grasses, both natural and those of very old, possibly even petrified Grass-types criss-crossed their way.

But those ancients were not the only Pokémon they found. No, Alex thought, it was a damned good thing the Clefairy circle had done whatever they had, or he and Elle would have been in very bad shape indeed. Possibly even dead.

At any rate, completely at the mercy of what amounted to swarms of wild Pokémon. None of them were particularly strong. Most, in fact, were low enough in Battle Rank that Alex felt comfortable switching out half of his team for lower-ranked Pokémon, just to give them a bit of experience. He only switched out one at a time, though, just in case one of the massive plant-creatures took umbradge to their presence, or the wild creatures that came at them in droves.

Weedle, Metapod, Caterpie, and Kakuna had mostly fallen by the wayside, though a few still made their presence known among the lot. The majority were Rattata, but there was a not-insignificant number of Ekans, much smaller than the one Team Rocket had thrown at them, Sandshrew, more Spearow, and as night began to fall, Hoothoot started swooping through the sky, too.

The many ledges and almost terraced natural terrain was beautiful, and lush vegetation spread across a deep, narrow canyon split down the center by a wide river. The highway that allowed cars, trucks, and other vehicles to move between the great cities of Pewter and Cerulean ran along its southern flank, shored up by retaining walls and dikes, or even long bridges where needed. Hills steep and high with flat valleys between them and spire-like mountain peaks rose almost like chess-men in the distance further south, high enough it seemed like they must scrape the clouds, and sometimes needle-thin.

On the northern side of the canyon, where they hiked, the road that had left the mines under Mount Moon had vanished into the verdant woods miles earlier. Now, waterfalls by the dozen, most small enough that they weren't higher or wider than Elle cascaded down ledges, rocky cliffs, and steep embankments by the score. The overall result was a land cloaked in mist and the ever-present sound of rushing water bubbling over stone and earth, with an awe-inspiring, almost jungle-like mixed forest that trended slowly toward deciduous as the elevation continued to drop, all criss-crossed by a network of tiny little trails that one actually had to pay attention to, or risk losing completely mid-stride.

Alex was having the time of his life, and Elle seemed to be in a similar state of mind. Their Pokémon were getting oodles of practice against a variety of foes, and so were they, in an endless stream of small-scale challenges as they encroached on one Pokémon's territory or the next. Often, a half-dozen at once.

One unique Pokémon they had seen several of, but less than the swarms, was a strange, blue pine-cone like creature about the size of Alex's head. Their 'dexes identified the creature as a Pineco, which he supposed made sense given what they looked like. On paper, it seemed excactly the sort of Pokémon he would favor: A tank. However, as he gave his own capture a bit of practice against some of the other denizens of the fertile valley, he quickly changed his mind. Grass-Bug was not a bad type, but this was just... not a good example of it. Maybe Elle's was stronger, but he wasn't so sold on the idea of a pure-defensive Pokémon anyway.

He did like his tanks to hit back, after all.

Another fun little side-adventure occurred as they were settling in for the night, their makeshift camp the home to a careful, slow bout of lovemaking that should have attracted little attention.

Except it did. Far off in the distance, a half-hour or so earlier, a loud boom had echoed from the west, and a rumble that even from their new position had shaken the ground and leaves. At the time, they had expected a series of attacks. Instead, the noise and shaking had driven most of the Flying, Normal, Ground, and Grass-types into hiding, leaving them confident that their own relatively fresh main teams could keep a good watch while they were distracted with each other.

Then they had fallen asleep, for about ten minutes, in each other's arms.

That was when the Zubat swarm attacked. They were clearly panicked, and the small little bat-like Pokémon didn't so much attack as flap, flutter, screech, and occasionally nibble at them and their Pokémon teams. Then, as quickly as it had started, the swarm moved on, further east and down the valley.

"Must've been nesting in or around part of the mine that collapsed," Elle grumbled while they helped each other patch up several small scrapes and bites. At least it didn't seem like any of them had been Poisoned, this time. And thankfully, rabies on their own world had been eliminated with, among other things, the annihilation of enough habitat that bats were essentially extinct.

He knew he should have cared, they were essential to the ecosystem and pest control, but just then, Alex wanted everything chiropteran to not exist. At least, not anywhere near him.

Elle smiled as she stretched, naked as the day she was born. A little bit of Alex still leaked from between her legs from the night before, and the dirt and grime of the mine and the fights, and everything involved in the fiasco that had been their Mount Moon adventure was about to go away.

Just as the Moonlight Dance, or whatever Alex's new Clefairy had done with its family had removed their fatigue and wounds, the chilly, bracing stream would remove the dirt and... other stuff. At least, she hoped. The girl also hoped it was more bracing than frozen. The morning was a bit brisk, but walking the fifty or so feet down the slope to the creek in the nude had been pleasant enough.

The girl's nipples were taut and erect, but that was normal enough considering her normal state... and how she'd left the camp. She was honestly a little saddened that Gobbler was almost too big to take care of her lover's morning wood, and she was in no mood currently to suck him off herself. She'd tried... but no, he was gross and disgusting at the moment, just like her. At least, as far as hygiene went. He was still yummy in every other way that mattered.
That was why she'd set him up for another pleasant wake-up call.

Breakfast was on, cooking over the coals of the fire from last night, a trick she had not imagined before starting this journey with Alex, but that she'd learned early enough thanks to his tutelage. Setting up the meal of grits and toasted bread had been step one. The next step had been rousing Lingus, who as usual was near the center of the Poképile, her bulk and mass helpful in keeping the smaller creatures warm in the chilly night air. The roly-poly Pokémon had been careful in extricating herself, and most of the rest had simply moved closer together to retain a bit of warmth while they slowly roused.

Surtr had been the next to wake, and he'd been quite... well, "visibly a male," she supposed was a good way to put it. Despite being more than a little horny, as usual when she woke up, Elle hadn't done anything with the poor Ponyta. At least, not directly. What she had done was urge Gobbler to take care of him, instead. And Fire might have been a Grass-type's natural weakness, but her Weepinbell had certainly not hesitated putting her greater size to use.

It was... almost horrifying, in an erotic way, watching the Ponyta's member- as long as her lower arm, despite being just over a meter tall- completely disappear into her Flycatcher Pokémon. Watching Gobbler work on it, flexing and gulping down Surtr's shaft, was almost as sexy as watching the smaller version she had once been do the same thing to Alex.

Then she had gathered up her hygiene bag, sent a quick message on her Pokégear to Alex's with a sound alert set for fifteen minutes from then, and started walking.

She figured she had about ten minutes to get clean. Plenty of time, if she was quick about it. Thankfully, while it was cold, the stream wasn't too cold, so Elle suffered only a slightly increased pulse rate as she stepped into the waist-deep water at the center of the stream, and washed as quickly as she could. The non-toxic bubbles washed away quickly downstream, and she even had time to wash her hair a bit, taking one last dunk before her water-proof watch pinged the Message Sent alert.

Perfect. Now if Lingus followed her instructions...

Robin DeVerl, Specimen RDV, was good at what she was designed, built, trained, and programmed to do.

Whether that was Pokémon battling, knowledge and lore, experimentation, exploration, or adding to the vast pool of Combinant DNA that her masters at GameFreak back on her old world required to make, well, more Combinants. Like her. Only, in theory, better.

Robin didn't really think that was possible. At least, not something she would have to worry about in her lifetime. She knew full well that her creators had lucked out in getting someone like her. Someone who had merged with the Ditto DNA so fully that she actually registered as a Pokémon to every scan they could devise, but also as human. Someone who was, in essence, both. On top of that, her Sync Rate was nearly perfect, so she had been able to control the pseudo-her for her test drive pretty damned well, if she said so herself. Now, her Pokémon didn't even know any different with the real her.

Well, Magikarp might have. Magikarp wasn't here when she was using the test-drive Combinant body, and if so, he was probably dumb enough- most Magikarp were- that he wouldn't have known the difference between them anyway. But that body had limited morphology. This body, her real one, had not only survived the trip through the portal with limited damage- enough that a single purloined Potion had taken care of it all- she could change her form at will once more.

It wasn't easy, of course. It never had been, though in the virtual world she had mostly existed in during her old life, it had seemed easier. It took about an hour for the change to complete.

Now, though, Robin was ecstatic.

She was still herself, of course, the 'default form' that she thought she would've had anyway. Half-Nipponese, half-Atlantic, with a bit of Mexicali thrown in just for variety. Boobs just big enough to be fun without being too big, a narrow waist, curved hips and legs for days (or so it seemed, though her height was currently only five-foot three), with her favorite bubble-gum pink hair over dark eyes... and a cock about nine inches long sprouting from above her clit.

Rattata was too small. She wouldn't abuse Bliss's trust like that. Maybe when she was a Chansey, if she wanted to. Queenie... well, the spines were a bit of a danger still. Once she was larger, it was probably safer. Of course, she still had at least one Pokémon remaining. Three, actually... though it was the one that Robin had won legitimately that she selected from her belt. "Alright, Onahole... time to fulfill your purpose in life."

"Karp?"

She picked up the orange-scaled fish-creature with a grin in both hands, her erection bobbing enough that she felt its soft fins occasionally touch the tip as she stepped into the shower and turned on the spray. Magikarp would, eventually, like most Water-type Pokémon, suffocate outside of the water... but they could survive for a few hours if need be. The water pouring down over it would help, and she would fill the tub regardless. "But I'm going to let you have plenty of other fluids, aren't I? I haven't had a good cum with a dick in way too long. Not since before the test-run started. You don't mind if you use your mouth, right, Onahole?"

"Karp?"

Yeah, they were pretty dumb. But it still knew what a dick was, Robin thought, as she lifted the fish in both hands and angled it toward her eager, throbbing shaft. "Karp!"

Yep, that sounded like excitement to her. "Me too, little lady, me too," she chuckled, then took a deep breath, and lowered it onto her.

Then she moaned in pleasure, "Oh, fuck... you're better than those toys, or that cock-milking machine they had me hooked up to back on my old world, Onahole... fuck, you feel really good! Keep swallowing my dick!"

The girl's Magikarp had closed its golden, fishy lips around her the moment her head had passed into its square-ish mouth, and immediately started gulping and swallowing. It almost looked panicked as she shoved her erection down, down, as far as it would go. Its mouth, Robin felt, was easily able to take her whole size. It was, after all, nearly three feet long including the tail and whiskers, and a good third of its actual body was made up of the cavernous orifice.

Perfect, in other words, for a good mouth-fuck.

And fuck it's mouth, Robin did. For over an hour, again and again she forced her slowly-softening dick into a turgid, throbbing rod, even increasing its size slowly until she could feel the back of the increasingly panicked Magikarp's mouth. Robin started slowly at first, easing the Pokémon up and down her cock about an inch a second, so she could feel every bit of the ridges and veins of her shaft pass by the tight, locked lips, and into the wet, moist mouth that was just a little bit looser than she imagined a woman's would be.

One day, maybe soon, she would have to see if she could get a big enough dick to sprout on herself to suck it with her own mouth. Just to see what it was like, of course. For science.

That was part of her purpose, after all, even if solo-Combinant data wasn't as useful. She could at least provide a lot of it, right? The thought of sucking herself off made Robin moan, and unconsciously, her hands started yanking the meter-long fish up and down her cock faster, rougher. She heard it speak its name again, "Karp, Karp," but the sound was muffled by the flesh she was deriving so much pleasure from. She didn't really care what it thought, anyway. She was going to get off, and get off again, and again, using this thing. That's all it really was to her, if it didn't evolve. A pet, there for her pleasure. Barely more than a toy.

Wasn't it? That's what her masters had taught her to think. Combat-worthy Pokémon were good. She knew Gyarados was plenty worthy... but was it worth the work for her to get one? She didn't think so. Not when it was so useful- or at least, it felt so damned good!- as it was.

Once she realized she was slamming the fish into the wall of the shower with reckless abandon, Robin let her climax wash over herself. Once it was done, and white dribbled past the Magikarp's mouth- not nearly as much as she had released, she noticed- and down the drain, she dropped it into the half-full tub. Then she let it gulp water for about a minute, Splashing around uselessly as always, then dropped to her knees after doing a quick wash of her hair.

Yes... the mission could wait another day. This was too much fun.

Once her dick was hard again, thanks to the control she had over her body, Robin slammed herself into the fish once more, and started rutting like a beast. It had proven it could take her, now it would, until she was exhausted and fully satisfied. She'd been weeks without a proper fuck, so this would have to do for now. It would be enough, at least, to quell the urge for a little while. She hoped.