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Chap. 59: Sinful Cerulean

Alex stepped out of the shower and toweled off quickly, knowing Elle was waiting for him. They were, at least according to the plans they had made late the previous night, hoping to be gone from the PMC before Robin woke up. Judging by the muffled sounds coming through the wall after she had gone to her own room, she had been awake long after they had gone to bed.

The sound of it had encouraged Elle to go down on him again before they actually went to sleep, which he certainly wasn't complaining about, even if it meant she had refused a good morning kiss, citing 'morning-cum breath'.

He didn't bother dressing in the bathroom, and hadn't brought clothes with him anyway. He did have the towel around his waist, at least… but that did little to hide the tent that sprang back up when he walked out into the main room of the hotel-like PMC room.

Elle was sitting at the edge of the bed, but not on it. Lingus was on her far side, the Pokémon's tongue idly running up and down the girl's mostly-flat chest. One of her hands was between her legs, rubbing in small circles, but that seemed almost an afterthought to what she was intent on: guiding Gobbler up and down Surtr's forearm-sized dick.

His Ponyta was between them, a little angled to the side, with his scorching-hot front hooves up on the bed. His head hung low, his mouth was wide as he breathed rapidly, but Alex knew at once he wasn't in any pain. Gobbler might have been, being so close to a Fire-type, but he knew Surtr didn't have Flame Body, and wasn't that hot to the touch.

The Bell- no, Weepinbell- didn't seem to mind the heat, in any case. She cooed, her now much-larger but still simple, pupil-and-sclera eyes rolled in apparent pleasure as Elle's petite hand struggled to hold the creature up and move it alone. She could probably have held still and accomplished the same thing, for Surtr was thrusting his pelvis slowly forward and back, as a dog might, but slower.

"Oh, hey, Alex," Elle greeted over the back of his Pokémon, "Sorry, I figured you wouldn't want to take care of him. Woke up with a stiffy, and since Gobbler seems to like big cocks, well…"

He swallowed. "N- No… that's alright. You seem to be enjoying it, too."

"I am," she giggled, "Don't you think it's hot?"

"Not really my thing," he reminded her, "but I guess. I'm more turned on by you being naked and, uh, enjoying it than the Pokémon. Though…"

"Oh?" Elle's eyes raised to his, and a curious, almost-knowing expression stole over her youthful face. "Something to add?"

Alex suddenly felt quite uncomfortable. Bad enough that, had he been wearing a shirt, he might have tugged on its collar. "W- Well… I mean, I was just… imagining you… and Surtr. Like…"

"Fucking?" Elle asked, as eloquent as always.

He nodded, unable to meet her eyes.

"Awesome," she laughed, then patted her belly, not that he could see her hand, "He'd be fuckin' deep, you know? I'm not ready for that, though. If- when- I start with Pokémon it'll be smaller ones. Kole, maybe. He's close to your size, at least, a little smaller. Maybe Cock… if he'd be into that. I haven't seen him eyeing me or anything. He's mostly looking at Lingus."

"Well, she is is pack-mate, I guess," Alex acknowledged as he finally stepped closer and let the towel drop. "Uh… up for another blowjob? Or sex?"

"I'd love to, honestly, but… the reason I blew you last night is 'cause my period started."

He blinked, confused by the information for far too long. "Uh… but it's a game."

"Or it's not, and what Robin said was true," Elle replied quietly. "I'm wearing a tampon… couldn't have as comfortably if I was a virgin still in the 'game'."

The reality hit Alex hard, and he suddenly found himself swaying. "F… Fuck. Fuck. We could've… I mean, you could've already been…"

"Nah," Elle reminded him casually, clearly understanding what he was thinking about, "Remember, Game Freak wants us to breed, according to Robin. They have to have some sort of procedure in place if it happens, and if she's telling the truth about that, it's reasonable to assume this is a Combinant, part-human body, not my actual one. Which means me- the real me- isn't, or wouldn't be, pregnant even if this one was."

Before he could reply, there was a knock on the door. Then it opened, and Robin stepped in. "Hey," she greeted them both with a smile, taking in the scene without so much as a flinch, "Good to see you up and enjoying things… nice cock, Alex. Elle, as beautiful as ever… what are we talking about?"

Alex shut his mouth and pulled the towel tighter.

Elle rolled her eyes, "Whether you're telling the truth. I started my period, so we got to talking about what would've happened if he knocked up this body, and all that."

Robin's mouth quirked thoughtfully to the side as she considered, already removing her clothing to match the others, "I don't recall too much of that being covered in our classes, but they did go over the plan some. I think if a Combinant- a player- body gets impregnated they swap it out for the next-most-compatible one until the pregnancy is done, on the next system reboot. That's one of the reasons they wanted a small playtest group for the 'adult beta'… too many increases the number of cloned Combinants they'd need exponentially."

"No shit," Elle exhaled. "That's be bad. Expensive."

"Cost-benefit is too high, but the expense itself isn't bad. They already have thousands of vats in the labs, but it takes too long to grow them to be wasteful. I think each player has… two or three, maybe, allocated based on their sync rate with the primary body. That's the one you guys are using now, and the closest one or two as alternates. More for females, of course, since guys don't get knocked up as often."

"So, there's not just another me back on our world… there's two of me," Alex murmured, "Three total."

"Probably. If Dr. Green- sorry, Assistant VP Greengrass, or whatever she actually is, is favoring the two of you, she might've ordered them to grow you another, and more for Elle. I think I have three myself, but this is, so far as I know, my actual body. It certainly changes like it. But my actual intellect has been in a re-forming AI buffer for… oh, probably almost as long as I've been a Combinant."

"They… they put you in a machine?" Elle asked, dumbfounded.

Surtr suddenly started grunting, and all conversation stopped as he orgasmed enough sticky, hot fluid to overflow even Gobbler's mouth. Some dripped, steaming, onto the carpet.

Robin eventually looked up as he finished, but hadn't pulled out. "You gonna have any of that, Elle…? If you don't, mind if I…?"

"H- Help yourself," the younger girl whispered.

"Don't mind if I do," Robin grinned, then stepped closer to his Pokémon, reached down under him, and scooped up a palm-full of the dribbling, orange-tinted mess. She inhaled it slowly with her nose, "Smells a bit like cinnamon and sulfur together."

Alex couldn't believe it, but he also couldn't deny that his eyes certainly recorded the pink-haired woman tilt the palm up and let the goo run into her open mouth. Then she licked her hand clean, and smacked her lips, "Not bad, not bad… I'll blow him if you aren't in the mood and he needs release. Fuck, that's actually pretty tasty."

His world rocked again when Elle pulled Gobbler away and set her down on the rug. With her hands now both free, she reached under his Pokémon and turned the still semi-hard shaft toward her mouth. He could barely see it, so Alex found himself stepping forward involuntarily as Elle brought the broad, flat head of the Ponyta dick to her lips, and ran her tongue around it. Her blue eyes widened. "That's… wow, that is pretty good!"

Then she took the whole head in, and Alex could only gape, his cock throbbing with more than a bit of jealousy along with the excitement, as she used her hands to coax the last bit of cum out of the thirteen-inch rod.

When he was finished, empty, Surtr slid back, and his hooves thumped against the carpet. Then he whinnied, shifted position, and nudged his head between Elle's legs. "Oh… do you want to return the favor?" she whispered.

"Y- You're asking me?"

She nodded up at him, her eyes hungry, pleading. Surtr nuzzled her stomach again, and his long, purple tongue darted out… but it didn't touch her. He could see his Fire-type's horse-like eye looking back at him, too, as if it understood the conversation. Alex swallowed, then, for reasons he could not guess, looked toward Robin.

The girl was still essentially a stranger to them, but she was already mostly disrobed, "Don't look at me, she's your girlfriend and it's your 'mon. I wouldn't say no, though. I've heard Fire-types are… hot."

Both Elle and Alex groaned at the lame pun, but he nodded. "I… Alright. At least this time."

"Sweet," Elle murmured, but surprised the Pokémon and Alex both by pushing him away with a hand on Surtr's fiery mane. "Hold on, sweetie."

She didn't make him wait long. All Elle did was slide up the foot of the bed and sit on it, laying back on one elbow with her feet split as wide as they could go between the bed and floor. "There you go, Surtr. Easier access, yeah?"

"Po! Pony!" The Pokémon did a little hopping, jumping dance, then leaned in again. This time, it didn't hesitate. Elle gasped the moment the long, purple muscle touched her genitals, then again a moment later as her head fell back, her eyes closing in bliss.

"Fuck… that's r- really good. It's so warm, just not quite hot enough to burn, like a water bottle… with me on my period, it's even better!"

If there was any blood leaking out, the Ponyta didn't notice or care. Alex couldn't see any, but the white-furred creature didn't give him long to see his girlfriend's pussy, either. His mouth was just big enough to cover it, but his lips were mostly bared to show the long, horse-like square teeth, with a bit of steam blasting out around Elle with every exhale. He thought the sight was a bit terrifying, and was certain he'd never use the mouth of a female Ponyta. Those teeth would chomp him in half!

But Elle's reaction was almost the opposite, "Oh, gods, it's so good," she giggled, her hips already jerking, "I'm gonna cum already! Fuck, Alex, he's so good!"

He hadn't seen Robin move, but suddenly she was behind him her firm, c-cup breasts pressed into the center of her back, as both hands circled him to start pumping his own raging erection. "Damn, she cums easy. Cums sexy, too. Your turn, though, big guy."

"Wh- what the-"

"Psh, please. Don't act like you really care," Robin snorted, "You don't mind if I jerk your boyfriend off, do you, Elle?"

"Wha…? O- Oh… no. You can fuck him if you want."

"Maybe next time," Robin giggled, "I might be a girl who loves her sex, and I do and I am, but I don't wanna be too easy. A handjob will do for now. Feels great, doesn't it? I'm told I'm good with my hands."

"Who told you that?" Alex had to wonder quietly, "Though… yeah, you are."

"Well, myself, of course," she giggled quietly, "I've jerked off my futa dick many times. But the doctors who taught me how in the lab I grew up in, said I was really good."

She was. Robin's hands were cooler than Elle's, her fingers longer and more slender somehow, than he had expected. As he tore his eyes away from Surtr ravaging Elle with his horse-tongue to look downward, he saw that, in fact, they were.

Somehow, Robin's hands had changed while he wasn't looking. Not a huge amount, but her fingers had an extra digit, and they had somehow become able to exude… something. Something filmy, slimy, smooth, almost like massage oil. It made her feel more like himself using lotion, or… something. "It… yeah, it feels pretty nice," he told her. "Uh… you don't… need me to return the favor?"

"I won't say no," Robin shrugged, which made her hard nipples drag up and down his back, "but I've cum with both a dick and my pussy this morning, so I'm alright for now. Probably best we get going, or we won't have time to hit the training fields. Or have fun tonight."

He swallowed. "F- Fun?"

"Well, yeah. Can't go to Cerulean if you aren't gonna go clubbing. It's kind of a tradition, you know?"

"A club?" Elle gasped, then looked down, "Hey, don't stop- keep licking, Surtr! I was almost there again. What club?"

"There's dozens, maybe a hundred or more," Robin chuckled, never pausing in her digital stimulation while she watched Elle over Alex's shoulder, "we can choose later. But training first. After you both cum, at least."

Robin's hands on his erection changed, and then a minute later changed again, as Surtr brought Elle through another orgasm, and the other pile of Pokémon started to wake up. He was so caught up in watching his Fire-type lick all the salty fluids off of Elle that he didn't realize Robin had only been stroking him with one hand for a bit.

The other, he realized only too late, had been reaching for her belt of Pokéballs.

But as the soft, cool, moist tube slipped around him, all Alex could do was grunt in surprise and pleasure as her Magikarp started throating him, helped along by Robin's eager hand. Then he was cumming, his hips jerking forward, and nearly lost his balance with the force of his orgasm.

"Heh… yeah, Onahole's got a good name. She's pretty good on a cock, right?"

Alex couldn't answer. At least, not with words. Instead, he could only pant, shaking his head, as Lingus waddled past the Ponyta and started licking up the dribbles the gasping Magikarp had left on the floor.

"Horny lot, you are," he chuckled weakly several seconds later, which was the earliest he could get words out.

Elle experienced her third shrieking orgasm a moment later, and finally pushed his Pokémon away to weakly stagger into the shower.

The moment the door shut behind her, Robin stopped rubbing her own pussy and looked at Alex seriously, "We should talk real quick while she's occupied."

Alex snorted as his temperature rose, while the blood in his veins seemed to almost freeze at the exact same time. He found himself unconsciously reaching for a 'ball. Instead, he forced himself to take a deep breath, hold it a few seconds, then exhale. He looked to his team. They were there, safe, mostly still sleeping even if the majority of the pile was starting to stir. Elle's were there, too, and at this point he was reasonably sure they would respond to his commands, too.

Elle… she was in the bathroom, but he also knew she would hurry out if he called.

But Robin was not threatening him. She was, he could see, quite unarmed. Naked, in fact, sitting now on the edge of he and Elle's now-shared single bed. She looked concerned, but not worried, scared, or angry.

There's more going on here than I can see, he realized, and forced himself to take another breath.

"I won't keep secrets from her."

"That's fine," Robin agreed at once, "But she's keeping secrets from you. Hear what I have to say, then decide if you want to talk to her. But I promise, I'm not trying to drive a wedge between you. It's kind of too late for that. Maline got to her."

"I know about that," Alex protested, "some orderly ate her out when we were last r- well, on our world."

Robin nodded quickly, "Yes, but that's not what I'm talking about. That's probably just cover. Look, trust me. You can trust Elle, probably. To a point. I really do believe she's got it bad for you. Like, the girl's genuinely in your camp, in love with you, however you wanna say it. But… Maline has something on her. I'm not sure what it is. Blackmail, extortion, threats… I don't know. I just need you to know that, if Maline asks… there's a chance she could turn on you."

"Pull the other one," he snorted, and brushed past Lingus to his backpack to start gathering clothes. "You say you know all about us. You don't know the shit we've been through. She won't betray me."

"Even if it means saving her father's life?"

That made him pause, but only for a moment. Alex pointedly didn't look at the bubblegum-haired girl as he started pulling out a few things to choose from. "She hates her father."

"She loves him," Robin corrected quietly, "probably more than he deserves. I hate my parents, even if I understand them, because I never really knew them. I know they sold me away to feed the rest of them. But it also gave me a better life, a life they would never have been able to provide. But no, Elizabeth Berkman loves her father. He doesn't deserve it… but she loves him. That's why she left, you know."

"Right. Sure."

"It's true, but it doesn't matter if you believe me on this one, not really. What matters is that you act on the information I'm trying to give you. She's in real trouble in our world, Alex. Game Freak likes that she cheated the system, hacked into who-knows-how-many Pacific Mega-City databases to change all of her vital records to lie about her age, and all that. Do you know why they let her in? Because she pulled that off, they're hoping she can pull off something else. Imagine what a girl with that kind of slicing ability can do with twenty years more training… or access to tech our world can only dream of. True artificial intelligence. Like, say, a Porygon."

"What's a Porygon?" he muttered, standing up and stepping into boxers, trying to ignore how Robin licked her lips as she watched him.

"Adorable, is what they are," Robin replied, but held out her hands at about the width of her shoulders, "Pink-red, polygon shapes, like really old-old game systems and computers could do, pre-web even. Name comes from Polygon, in fact, with that whole Nipponese L-to-R change. Anyway, they're artificial Pokémon. They exist more in the digital environment of this world's computers than they do in its real world. But they're also very highly advanced AI capable of getting up to all sorts of things. This world uses them for space research, running quantum-perturbation communications to their interstellar explorer craft, and things like that. They're powerful in a lot of ways, even if they aren't great at battling. Anyway, think about that. A living, breathing, thinking AI loyal to a specific person- its Trainer- above all else. That's why they want Elle."

"They could take over… a lot," Alex whispered.

"Everything. Both worlds. Our own wouldn't have a chance in hell, she could just walk into their mainframes and steal everything, from any Mega-City, any private citizen… nothing would be safe. Now, I don't think Game Freak really needs to do that… they're poised to save the fuckin' world if their plan goes the way they want it to. They could be in charge anyway. But call that, the Porygon, a backup plan. They really want her to do that here, where the anti-espionage laws aren't as strict. Bring this world's environmental tech, its exploration tech- they have come close to colonizing even beyond their solar system, after all- its mineral and resource extraction tech… they want everything. But that's just the start. The League, the world's governments, would lose access to records… governments would collapse. Making them prime for…?"

"Us," Alex whispered, "A ready-made army of super-strong Trainers who've built up reasons to stay here, to settle here. Families. Children. Pokémon… half-Pokémon, even… hundreds of people at- or near-Champion level."

"Exactly," Robin answered quietly, "That's Game Freak's plan. I don't know how well that coincides with Maline's, or if she's acting a bit on her own or with the rest of the board's approval, but her own boss, Dr. Jones? I don't trust him at all. Guy's a masterful manipulator. Watch every single thing you say around him, and always assume he's got some angle you haven't seen."

Alex swallowed. "Wh- Why are you telling me this? If this is all true, if they made you, if you're loyal to their mission… why tell me?"

"Because the mission I'm loyal to is saving humanity. Your species, and mine. Or at least, what I would've been. Now I, we are something else. And that's not gonna change, we can't go back. Well, you can… if GF doesn't scrub your DNA and start cloning more docile, controllable versions of you, anyway. Listen, Alex… I have a lot of masters. One of them is myself: I'm here in part just to have a good time. I like fucking. That's it. I'm here to explore, have fun, fight with my Pokémon, get stronger… I don't care about the League. I don't care about taking over. I just want to have fun. That's my goal.

"GF is even a bit altruistic in a way. They don't seem to care if they burn this world to save ours, but they aren't trying to kill everyone here. They'd prefer a more peaceful takeover… but they do intend to take over.

"But Maline… she's a bit of a wild-card. I'm not sure what she wants. Dr. Phillips, the actual scientist who was my most common contact when I was growing up, doesn't trust her...and I almost trust him. Just keep your eyes open. If you can find out what she's got on Elle, great. Maybe we can tell her that doesn't matter. But we need to keep it quiet for now, just in case. Unless you want to tell her everything and let the chips fall where they may, of course."

Alex swallowed. "N- No… no. Not yet. You're right. I trust her, but… maybe make sure she knows she can trust us, first."

"Good call, future Champ. I guess I should start getting dressed again… training fields are probably already filling up. I'll go down and order some food to go. Any preference…?"