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Chap. 52: Daylight? Or is it Moonlight?

Elle and Alex collapsed, dirty, battered, bruised, and flat-out exhausted, behind a rock a quarter-mile or so outside of the wide, asphalt-covered roadway that the miners and workers had evacuated the cave system with. Even now, near sunset, occasional vehicles came rumbling by, as those workers deeper within the mines reached the surface. That the massive cavern hadn't yet collapsed seemed like a miracle to Alex, but distant shouts a little less often than the fleeing vehicles hinted that pieces of the roof were still sometimes falling.

He couldn't bring himself to care.

In most Pokémon games, miners, workers, and so on were a generally friendly lot, eager for a battle, but also happy to help guide lost (or simply wandering) Trainers. These men, while they weren't necessarily unfriendly, had kept to themselves. They had also stood aside at best, forming a cordon around the fight between he and Elle, and the Team Rocket Agents that had nearly killed them. To him, the miners were a threat.

But not one they could handle, not in the shape they were in.

So even though he hated it, even though the idea of it was anathema, he hid first among the stream of fleeing workers, and then, as they started to attract notice and attention, made his way off the road with Elle in tow to duck behind a hillside. Then off the road entirely, down an embankment, and back up the other side after passing through a culvert to hopefully throw off any pursuit.

Now they were both breathing hard, Elle whimpering as she held her leg against her chest, leaning against him though both were sweaty and dirty, with their backs against a boulder. At least they were out of the direct sun. "Hope we're alright here," Alex groaned, "How's your leg?"

"It hurts, duh," Elle snarked, then sighed, "Sorry. It's not your fault I slipped."

"No, but it's alright. I understand, tensions high and all that."

"It's not okay," Elle hissed, "I... I was being a bitch to you, and you didn't deserve it. I'm sorry."

Alex sighed, and winced as he raised an arm to put it around her shoulders, "No, I didn't, but seriously, it's alright. We all get emotional. I'm saying if there's anything to forgive, then it's forgiven. I'm not upset. Not about that, anyway."

Elle sniffled. "You're too nice, you know that?"

"Nah," he grunted, "I'm an asshole to most people. I just like you."

That made her smile, and her head fell against his shoulder. Of course, in one of the (many) places he'd landed on it, so he winced, but she didn't move. "You're alright yourself, stud. Fuck... that pair was a piece of work."

"Fuck, yes. I thought Nadine Minier was bad, but... they thrashed us. That crazy bitch didn't even use any Pokémon, and she kicked the crap out of my whole team!"

"And you."

"And me, yeah," Alex agreed, using his other hand to rub one of the ribs Jessie had kicked. "Fuck, she was a beast. At least yours was calmer. Shit."

"Calmer?" Elle laughed, then winced herself again, "He might've been quieter, but I think James was the crazier one of the two. He was scary as shit, Alex. All, 'I'm going to slowly roast you over a fire,' in that... that quiet, calm voice, like he was talking about the fucking weather. Ugh... and that cat!"

"The talking Meowth? What the fuck is up with that?"

"No idea," she replied, shuddering, "But it was creepy. I mean, talking Pokémon? That's cool. Don't know how they did it, but it's cool. But he was such an asshole, and so strong! I didn't get a good read on his Battle Rank, but James was twenty-six. That's- hold on."

Alex tried to hold still as Alex twisted around him and aimed her 'gear at him for a moment, "Fifteen ranks above you. More than twice yours, and you just got one. Like, today. I didn't, though."

"I got a scan of the Meowth, I think," Alex grunted, then opened his own holo-screen to start flipping through the pages. "Uh... yeah, there is is. Fuck, he was thirty-two. No wonder he was taking on the rest of our teams! We're lucky to be in one piece!"

"I'd say lucky to be alive, I don't think we are in one piece," Elle corrected with a rueful smile. "Fuck, Alex... how're we supposed to fight against that? First, that Vaan guy, and then these two? If that's what an Operative is like... how are we supposed to take on Team Rocket? They're gonna crush us."

Unfortunately, he didn't have an answer. "I don't know, Elle. Maybe we shouldn't. But we did survive. Like with Nadine, maybe we just need to come back stronger. Smarter, more prepared. That was our first Free Battle, and it showed... but we did alright, in the end. We survived."

"We survived because that scientist guy turned traitor and saved our asses."

"But we did survive, so... we have that chance to get stronger. Besides, I want another crack at Vaan. If it's the same guy these two fuckwads were reporting to, then all the better. And if it lets us return the ass-kicking to those nutjobs, then that's better yet."

Elle was quiet for a few moments, then nodded, "Okay."

Neither of them said anything else for several minutes, and slowly, the pain of simply existing began to fade as consciousness fled.

Adisa Chuke plastered a smile onto her face as her sixth challenger of the whole week gave up, withdrawing his last Pokémon moments before Machop crushed it. "You didn't do too badly, man, but you aren't ready for what's past here."

The young man, who was as talented as almost any Trainer Adisa had faced, and might've beaten her if he had trained his Pokémon a bit longer, scowled. "What is past here, anyway? I heard rumors a bunch of people were gate-keeping, so I came to investigate. Lo and behold, here you are, gate-keeping... and I still have no answers."

"Honestly, kid?" Adisa shrugged, "I don't know what it is. I just know it's dangerous, and I've been assigned to keep people who can't handle it away. Just being around here gives me the creeps sometimes, like something's watching me, but there's never anything there. But it's dangerous. That, I know. I've felt it."

"Felt it," he shrugged, turning his baseball cap with the Indigo League symbol back around to the front, "Felt danger? Sounds like a Psychic type, trying to get into your head."

Adisa watched with a smirk as he adjusted his jacket, his fingers twisting on the battered Pokéball his starter had vanished into, like he was just itching to let the Pikachu out and go at it again. She could handle it. The thing knew Iron Tail, of all attacks, and he'd brought down Geodude with it, but the rest of her team wasn't so easily defeated thanks to a reverse-typing decision, and she had won in the end. "It might be a Psychic. I do have strange dreams once in a while... but it's still dangerous."

The man nodded. "Alright, well... if I can't convince you to step aside, then I guess I'll be back later. Danger sounds like something someone should take care of. What's your name?"

"Adisa," she replied, surprised. No one ever asked for her name, especially not the ones she defeated. "Adisa Chuke."

He nodded, "I'm Red. At least, they call me that. My actual name is Ashford K. Giovanni. It's... good to meet you, I guess."

"You too, Red," Adisa told him, oddly pleased with the simple interaction. "Unless you prefer Ashford, or Ash, or something."

"Nah, Red's fine. You're a good Trainer. Don't expect such an easy win next time."

"I won't," she assured him, "I can tell you're good, too. That Iron Tail on a Pikachu really shocked me. Heh... no pun intended. If you'd trained a bit longer, gotten your team as a whole a bit stronger, I don't think I'd have won."

"Then you'd better get a lot stronger," Red told her, his voice confident to go along with the grin he sent her way, "Next time, Adisa. Give me a week, and our rematch is going to be epic."

She smiled, surprised that it felt genuine this time, "I look forward to it. We'll be ready."

After a few minutes, he was gone, back down the hill and starting across the bridge. Once more, two of her underlings were fucking, but this time they weren't bothering to do so in secret. She could see Red give them a strange look as he passed, but only once, and he didn't slow down. "It's getting late," she mused aloud, a habit she had started after spending too long alone, or only with her Pokémon. "Time to head in, I think. Come on, Machop. Let's have some fun before bed."

"Ch- Chop!"

She smiled as he fell into a slow jog next to her. She had been so hesitant, at first, to even acknowledge that her Starter was a creature with needs, and desires. But once she had given in, and started down that road thanks to the confirmation from Morley that nearly every Trainer did, she had very much enjoyed exploring her own sexuality along with his. Adding Houndour to the mix, well...

Fucking her canine Pokémon was as hot as his part-Fire type suggested. Still, Houndour had been pretty badly beaten on by the kid's Squirtle, so she would go easy for now and let him rest.

Two minutes later, she was naked, and on her knees, leaning back onto one hand as her Starter used its strange, frog-like tongue and mouth to lick at the folds between her legs. "That's it, Machop, lick me, taste all of me," Adisa moaned, feeling oddly light and free.

She wasn't sure why. Fucking her Pokémon had been good since it had started. In many ways, they made her feel even better than Morley did, and definitely better than that first asshole she'd slept with in the game, who now lived in her head under the moniker of 'one-pump-stump'.

But it had also made her feel... dirty. Guilty. Unclean. Bad.

Adisa didn't mind that, necessarily, she kind of liked being a bad girl.

But this time, after what should have been just another fight with just another Trainer, one in a long, stagnant line of them since she'd come to the bridge team under Team Rocket's command, Adisa felt... different. Better. Strange, but better.

Had it been acknowledgement, that she had some skill and talent? Morley had said that, once. Just once, at least as far as she could remember. That was why she was here, now, leading this team. Surely, that felt good. But it wasn't just that, was it?

Even while her Machop stopped licking her pussy and stood up, as tall as his frame allowed, and shoved the unsheathed, pink member between his legs into her body, Adisa's mind dwelled on the brief encounter. Or the promise that he would come back, and see her again? The exchange of names, maybe? She couldn't pin her finger on it, but the funk she had been in for weeks, which had only grown worse with the strange pink-haired woman telling her that they were invaders, and that she wasn't alone, had lifted a bit.

And for the first time, somehow, for whatever reason, it made this experience, on this night, with her precious first Pokémon special. So Adisa leaned into it, letting him rut on her guilt-free. "That's it, baby," she cooed, reaching down to stroke the creature's jaw, "give it to me... really Pound me!"

Adisa Chuke did not look much into the details of the Prowess system, or how it worked. Combat was her focus. She was not, therefore, aware that Prowess Techniques existed. She certainly had not prepared herself for her Starter to have one, with Pound as its name. But she didn't care, either.

Because the moment she said it, gave the command, Machop did it. Harder, faster, rougher, than he ever had before. He was just under three feet tall, a bit bigger than average for his species. He weighed about fifty pounds. His penis, she was intimately familiar with, and knew it to be about four inches long and an inch thick. Good, for his size, for sure. He'd never failed to bring her to orgasm.

But now, he was relentless. The big, thick hands, capable of punching through several inches of solid stone without apparent effort, calloused and rough on all parts, gripped her knees and pushed upward, nearly folding Adisa in half as she fell onto her back on her cot, which took up fully half the floor space of her tent. And his four inches suddenly seemed like eight as he drove home into her cunt, her sloppy, wet, eager cunt, with the furious energy of a machine. Again and again, like a saw-powered dildo, his cock pushed into her, several times a second.

Harder, rougher, faster by the moment, as her body, toned, athletic, and capable of pushing back against nearly anyone, was used.

And she loved it. "Yes, yes, fuck me, Machop! Pound my pussy with that dick! Give it to me, give it to me!"

When she came, he grunted, and leaned in, grabbing one nipple in his mouth, and kept humping her, rutting like an animal, a beast. When she climaxed again, he did too, spilling himself into her depths without a care. But he kept going.

He kept fucking her, Pounding her, for almost an hour before his legendary stamina started to wane. By then, Adisa was a sobbing, soaking, sweaty mess. All she could do was whimper in profound ecstasy and relief as she curled up around her Starter, and fell asleep, his fluids leaking copiously out of her body.

Her dreams, that night, were filled with sex. They were filled with humans and Pokémon. Hundreds of people, thousands even, with dozens of them recurring from one dream to the next. Red featured in some, or at least, someone who looked like him. So did the pink-haired girl. Morley Vaan did not. There were other faces she did not recognize, but that seemed strangely familiar. A woman with long, wavy brown hair, and one who could be her twin if she were not of more Mexicali Mega-City origin, with her hair up in huge buns at the side of her head. A lithe, pretty blonde, who shared a black-haired girl and boy who looked like twins, a green-haired busty beauty, a tiny blue-haired slip of a girl, and more with a gaggle of Pokémon. A trio, who appeared more often that most, a black-haired boy who still looked a bit like Red, a blonde girl with impeccable fashion sense, and an olive-skinned girl with a curl in her hair. A girl with blue hair and a Pokémon who looked like a penguin in blue, on her knees worshipping... no, that couldn't be Red, but he sure looked like him! Another bustier brunette surfing along the waves of an island chain on the back of a Mantine, while a green-haired boy fucked her from behind.

Hundreds of people. Thousands, and even more Pokémon, all enjoying each other, all having wondrous adventures.

And Adisa Chuke dreamed. In all of those dreams, there were three common themes: Sex in a million varieties. Adventure, and fun. And, perhaps most importantly, two great, blue, alien eyes high in the sky, illusory, visible only to her, looking down on the scenes she witnessed.

There might have been a fourth feature, but as she woke, the image of a smile below those eyes faded from her memory.

Alex woke up with a start, his motion bringing a bleary-eyed Elle along. "Whazzat?"

He knew at once what had awoken him, though. A creature. A familiar, pink creature with a little tuft of hair and brown on the tips of its pointed ears, with short, stubby limbs. "Fai?"

It had poked his leg, as if to see if he was still alive. "Uh... hi?"

The Clefairy smiled, its eyes closed in brief joy, "Cle-Clefa! Ai-Airy!"

"I... I'm sorry, I still don't understand," Alex told it, glancing briefly at Elle, who stared down at the moonlit creature with the same fascination he had.

"Fai-Cle-Cleffa," it told him, pointing, quite clearly with its stubby little finger (it was left-handed, he noticed), at his belt. The belt that held his Pokéballs.

"You... you want to go with us?"

It smiled, chanting, "Cle, Cle,!" and began to dance in a hop-jumping motion, spinning on its heels when it hit the ground.

Elle giggled. "I think we should take it, Alex," and started reaching for a ball of her own.

At once, the creature hissed, its delightful, adorable countenance suddenly shifting to something dangerous and sinister as it glared at her, backing away slowly.

"Whoah, okay, I won't catch you," Elle backpedaled, at least figuratively. It would have been hard to do literally, as their backs were still to the boulder that they had fallen asleep against. "Geez... I mean, I'm the one who likes cute things, but sure, go to the grumpy old man."

Alex snorted, and slowly moved his hand to reach for a ball of his own. The Clefairy's eyes immediately darted to his, but it didn't make the same threatening moves as he touched it, or even when he brought the empty ball out. "Are... Are you sure? You want to go with me?"

He didn't notice the brief filter of blue that shimmered over the Clefairy's eyes as it nodded enthusiastically. Elle did, but she interpreted it just as a trick of the light.

Of course, the Clefairy didn't stay in the Pokéball. It entered it, it was caught, but the moment it was registered, the ball somehow flew open, and it was standing before them again. Then, it called, high and shrill, "Cleeeeee-fai-reeeee!"

The three notes, high, low, and high again, echoed and rang over the rocky hillside. Then, flashes of light. Muted, then closer, as more and more of them started to appear.

Closer, in a ring, until...

Poof.

Three dozen Clefairy, more than had been visible in the nest far below Mount Moon, were suddenly standing around them.

While Elle and Alex watched, amazed, more than a little nervous, the pink creatures began to dance.

Light shone down, warm and cool, pleasant and soothing, almost painfully bright, if it wasn't so relaxing.

They did not notice, at the time, their wounds closing. Broken bones mending. They did not notice scrapes and cuts vanishing, or even those of their Pokémon, who were currently all safe inside their Pokéballs. They did not notice their teams, all of them, being healed as thoroughly as they were, until it was over.

The moonlight dance of the Clefairy, legends say, can heal all wounds. It can even heal wounds of the mind, of the heart. It can restore shattered confidence, so they say.

Sometimes, a little nudge is all that's needed to get one to go with you, too. That particular Clefairy had been happy to help the humans out of a jam. It wasn't going to be captured by just anyone, though. It was, however, able to be convinced by a higher power than its own to go with the human man, for now, in hopes of finding the right one for it. The one who would be its Trainer. The woman with hair the exact same shade of pink that it had for fur.

Robin DeVerl.

Specimen RDV, the higher power had called her. The Clefairy smiled. This was definitely the man it had been dreaming of when the fight had started in the tunnels too-close to its nest. The girl was alright. He had nothing against her. But the girl wouldn't give him up when the time was right.

The higher power had said so, and it was always right. It had kept their nest, and a thousand others, safe from the miners for hundreds of years. It wouldn't be wrong about this, now would it?

No, Clefairy didn't think so. So he went with Alex willingly, even excited at the prospect, though he was sure he wouldn't be interested in the right way. Not yet, anyway. He looked fine, for now, but the girl... the girl with the pink hair?

She was totally Clefairy's type. The higher power had promised. So yes, Clefairy was very eager to go, and happy to bring down some Moonlight to help out, along with the help of his family. They were sad to see Clefairy go, but they understood the necessity, too. And for now, at least, the mining would slow or maybe even stop. Maybe.

If not now, then soon enough.

Clefairy could wait.