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Chap. 57: Specimen RDV

Robin DeVerl had been four when the representative of Game Freak ltd. first met with her parents. They had been guarded, hesitant... but she could remember the nice-looking young woman and the slightly stern, but joke-tossing man her father's age who had later become Mr. Jones, one of her teachers at the program.

Later, on a second meeting, her parents had seemed to be convinced by Mr. Jones and his compatriot, Doctor Phillips. Convinced of what, she wouldn't know for a few more months. But over that time, Robin had celebrated her fifth birthday, which had been strangely gift-free, and experience rich, not that she could have put words to that then.

Still, at five, she would have traded the experience of seeing the virtual dinosaurs in the prehistoric museum, the pizza parlor, and the bouncy house for not being separated from her parents and family... if she had known what was coming.

But Robin had not been given that choice. As a child, she had no rights to decide. As a child, she would not have understood anyway. All she knew was that the next day, several men in uniforms had come into her parents' home as her mother sniffled but did not cry, and her father looked stoic, while her brother and sister, a year older and younger, played in another room. They had taken pictures of everything she owned, and then bundled her up in a nice, crisp uniform that looked like theirs, and took her, sedated, to a new place.

She had never seen her parents again.

Robin remembered the pain, though. Having her body torn asunder by surgeries and then rampant, invasive DNA had not been a pleasant experience... but thankfully, time had healed most of that wound, and she had been sedated for the majority of it anyway. Not that it had been perfect, but it had helped.

Her first real memories were when she was six. Real, in that she was certain they were, in fact, real.

Because even as a child, she recognized that the world she saw was just wrong.

Too many angles, not enough curves. Flat edges and shapes instead of natural ones. The distances were always blurred, like she should be wearing glasses... but Robin knew full well that her eyes were perfect, because the doctors and opticians in the program told her they were. Perfect, just like the rest of her body. The scents were muted, at least at first. They improved over time, especially after a surgery for which she had been sedated again.

Now, Robin knew that had been when her virtual world had gone from a VistaView AR-7 to a Ninten-21XL-VR system.

That had been her world, at least the one Robin experienced the most, until she was set free in the real world in the borrowed Combinant body. It had been just after the upgrade that she met the other young men and women, all children, in the Program Fifty-five.

Dozens of them, just like her, genetically perfect. At least, that's what they were all told. Robin had enjoyed having friends, peers. A family.

They'd lost the first one to disease. At least, that was the report. Calina Marvo had been her name. She wasn't one of Robin's better friends, but of the seventy-two people that had started in the Program, she had been... well, around the fortieth. Quiet, shy... and in terrible pain that had caused her to withdraw socially. The modifications the Program had required of her, the doctors eventually explained, had just not taken as well. They didn't know, or would not say, why. Only that her body had rejected them violently, and it had ultimately killed her.

Moira Singh. Alai Monroe. Cho Kawasaki. Io Justice. Sendai Maruko. Hellen Brage. There here almost as many names in that first year as Robin had known in her old life: Twenty-six had died from rejected DNA infusions, despite all retroviral- and stem-cell treatments to get their bodies to adapt.

Ditto DNA, they were told, was more compatible than any other kind with humanity, but it was not perfect, because Pokémon and humans were genetically very different. Humanity and Pokémon had a common ancestor, though the exact link was still unknown, but hundreds of thousands, millions, of years of adaption and evolution on entire different planets, in different universes, maybe, had caused at least some degree of difference.

But Ditto were adaptable, and so they did.

By the end of Robin's ninth birthday, the deaths from genetic rejection had all-but stopped. Only one had occurred after, when a new treatment involving Eevee DNA had been attempted, only to fail rather spectacularly and gruesomely. Fortunately, the virtual world had not shown Ivan Norman's death, as his organs erupted. But they had heard his death wails all the same, as he was still connected to the audio-visual input, and thus his avatar was visible, could be heard, by all in the Program.

She had kissed her first boy at ten, provided that time in the virtual world progressed more or less as it did in the real one. Robin couldn't be sure, but Dr. Phillips and the other teachers, including Mr. Jones and Ms. Greengrass, the pretty woman who had been there that first meeting with her parents, seemed to age and grow, too.

None of the other members of the Program seemed to notice that none of it was real, but Robin did.

And she hated it. She loved being in the Program itself. Loved learning, loved growing, loved being the best. She worked hard, played hard, rested hard, and as she discovered the joys of kissing and touching other people, too, she did that hard as well. The staff at Game Freak, rather than rebuff such endeavors, encouraged them. Actively. "Do what you want with your body," Dr. Phillips had told her with barely-subdued excitement, "when the time comes, you'll know what to do."

She'd lost her virtual virginity to Thomas Pembrooke, at the time the second-highest performer in the Program. They had been watching porn (an other activity their teachers and proctors and doctors encouraged, despite their young age), and decided to try it out.

She had been... what, roughly fourteen? Robin didn't really care, she had long since stopped tracking the days. The seasons weren't real anyway, none of it was. She even knew her body hadn't really done anything... though her orgasms that followed, after Thomas and the others had gotten better at what they were doing, were real.

The best day she'd had in training was when she had not just been encouraged to 'give up data', but to all-but forced to. Robin had lost track of the orgasms that had shaken her currently-intersex body, which had been days or perhaps two weeks before Dr. Phillips had given her the news of her impending insertion into the 'real world' at last. Of course, by then everyone else was dead.

Or at least, that's what Robin had been told. No one had interrupted her to say that no, they had the best scores. In fact, those had been published openly to encourage competition and drive, and Robin's position at the top of the leader board was never uncontested or all that far ahead of her peers.

By the time she had taken Carmen Richie's virginity in turn, she was used to being a girl with a dick and a pussy both, so intersex was definitely the right word. Then, four of them had been left. Thomas, Carmen, Robin herself, and little Debbie Taylor. Debbie had died the next day, the first of the Program sent to the other world.

At least, that's what they had told the other three. "She was first to see if it's safe, she was more expendable, not more valuable. You three are far more valuable."

It hadn't been, they said. Not safe. Not yet.

Two more years they had spent, and Thomas was the next to go. Carmen was her last peer.

She survived, came back... and died of mortal injuries, unable to transform in time to save herself.

But she had never been the fastest at healing her body, at changing it.

Who was the fastest in the Program? Robin.

So when the time came for her to go through, she went happily, willingly, and loved every moment of the torture that followed in her false body.

It was so much better with her own, though.

"Anyway," Robin explained next after she finished the overview of her earlier years, "I never saw the tube I was raised in, but I sometimes felt it. Thumps against the glass, things like that. Felt eyes on me all the time, even when I couldn't see them, when I was sleeping... they watched me while my avatar was masturbating a lot. I'm sure they saw what I saw, too. Anyway... that's my life up until I came into the world. This world. Any questions?"

Alex and Elle shared a look of horror and shock. "They... they kidnapped children? And then... and then turned you into hybrids?"

Robin nodded casually at Alex's question, then grinned at Elle's, "They experimented on you?"

Then she shrugged, "What else would they do? Don't get me wrong, GF are a bunch of evil bastards. No better than any other MegaCorp. But they are doing it for good reasons. It's kind of an ends justify the means sort of thing. Unless they're lying about that too, of course. Also, no, not kidnapping. My understanding is that my parents couldn't afford to feed us all anyway. Medical bills, and so on, from an illness my dad had. He couldn't work, so... they paid two and a half million, over time, to keep my family alive and healthy. Basically, they traded me for their livelihood, and got one less mouth to feed in the process. In return, I got a good education, and yes, basically super-powers. I'm a shapeshifter."

"You... you what?"

The rosette grinned widely at Alex's wide-eyed expression, "Yep. Ditto DNA, remember? What's a Ditto famous for...?"

"Transformation," Elle whispered in wonder. "They can turn into other Pokémon. Makes them extremely valuable, especially for Breeding, even if their stats generally suck."

"Exactly," Robin told her, pointing a finger at the girl, "My stats are good, as far as Players go. I'm pretty strong, fast, agile, smart, and so on. Because I have Pokémon DNA. Specifically, I'm roughly half-Ditto, half-Human. And as far as we know, I breed true, if I breed. I can breed with Humans, or with Pokémon. I can carry, or seed, or both. Even at the same time. That's why I'm so valuable. Both to Game Freak, and to our whole world."

"What do you mean?" Elle asked quietly.

Rubin shrugged, "Well, I've never really seen the world of Earth- your Earth- in person, not since I was five. Mega-Cities suck, right? The MegaCorps control everything, the law, the people, the wealth divide constantly gets worse, somehow. Technology keeps the wealthy and elite comfortable and happy, while the working class or poor are just miserable, barely able to survive on scraps, right?"

"Y- Yeah," Alex nodded, looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Pollution, acid rain? All of that? World's nearing the brink of extinction. Our species- or yours, anyway- is trying to wipe itself off the map. Right?"

Both the blonde girl and brunette man nodded.

"Think about a few hundred thousand Grimer, Muk, Koffing, or Wheezing eating up all the shit we throw out into the world. Eating it, condensing it, and removing it... recycling the waste and pollution into something else. Something useful, like... fuel. Fertilizer. Think of Grass Pokémon encouraging crop growth. That's just two common types. It would change our whole world, and ensure the survival of our species, right? At least, that's Game Freak's goal. Part of it, anyway. I'm the other part. Or, we are."

"Wait, wait," Alex frowned, holding up a hand, "You're saying that these Pokémon- Cock, Loki, all of our teams- are real? That this whole world is real?"

Robin nodded seriously, "Yes. Game Freak has been using a Portal of some kind. I wasn't conscious when they put me through it either time, but there's been some trade back and forth between our worlds in some fashion for over a hundred years. GF controls it all, on both ends. They brought a Ditto or three back a while ago, and have been breeding or using them since."

"The Omanyte," Elle whispered.

Alex's eyes widened, "The one in Maline's...?"

"Yes," Elle replied.

"It's... not animatronic, then."

"I haven't seen it," Robin told them, "But probably real. They're rare, come from fossil revitalization using a process similar to how I was created. Throw enough of the ancient DNA into a Ditto, and eventually you'll get a Fossil Pokémon's egg."

"Fucking hell," Alex exhaled, before running both hands through his hair. "They're real. It's all real... fuck. I jerked one of them off. You sucked two of them off! One's sucked- like- like- a hundred times!"

"And it's fucking great," Robin said sternly, cutting off what might have been an impressive tirade, "Pokémon are smart, Alex. If they don't want to fuck you, they won't. They'll kill you first. Think about it- can you breathe fire? No. They can. They don't hurt people though, unless they have to. They like it. My Magikarp... fuck, it's a good cock-sleeve."

Elle couldn't help it, she laughed. "You face-fucked a Magikarp?"

"Well, yeah," Robin told her casually, "No different than Alex and Gobbler."

"Gobbler," he murmured, "That's her- you know our Pokémon's names?"

"Like I said," Robin replied, "I've read your files at length. Probably don't know of any new captures, the last GF got a report to me about you was... three days ago? Right after you guys fucked in the hot springs below Mount Moon. Maybe a little longer than that.

"And if what you care about is me knowing your teams in case you think I'm gonna take you down, here's what I've got."

The girl reached over across the Pokémon Center's rented room to her belt, then let out all four of the red and white balls there. "This one is Bliss, she's a Happiny, and my Starter. Cute, isn't she? Can't really fight for shit yet, but she can take a beating, and she already knows Softboiled. Good girl! Give Mommy a kiss!"

Elle let out a long, "Awww! So sweet!" when the pink sphereoid creature somehow leaped on tiny feet into Robin's eager arms, and nuzzled her face for a few moments.

The genuine happiness and pleasure on the rosette's face as she snuggled with her Starter convinced Alex that, at least, she was sincere about truly loving her Pokémon. Even her Rattata, a Pokémon they had both scoffed at for the most part, was given a long hug next. "This fierce little guy's Nibbler. He's my main offense right now, and my first capture. Queenie here's my all-rounder for now, but honestly? I think I'm going to trade her to you eventually, Alex. Once my team gets rounded out."

"That's... a Nidoran female, isn't it," he said softly, eyes wide as he observed the pale blue spined Pokémon get her own scratches, almost catlike, as she purred on Robin's lap for a bit.

"Yep! Close to Evolving, but she hasn't done it yet. I didn't want to give her up, but when I thought about the compatibility of her with your Starter... well, let's just say they'll have strong babies, and both will be great fucks later. For ourselves, or each other."

He swallowed, "Er... Not sure I wanna do that with a... whatever they are."

"Suit yourself," Robin shrugged, then turned to Elle, "He's really hung up on the whole not-human thing, huh?"

"I guess," Elle nodded, though she was a little green, too.

"Anyway, this last one flopping around here is currently nameless, but I might just go with Onahole. And yeah, she sucks good cock. Or at least, I can fuck her face good. Feels great, too."

They could only stare at the orange scaled fish-Pokémon.

Of all the revelations they had received in the last few hours, that one, that Robin could grow a penis and truly enjoyed using the Magikarp as her cock-sleeve, seemed to blow their minds the most.

She was about to do them both one better. "Oh, and you know how I said we're all part of the other part of GF's plan? Me being part Ditto? So are both of you. All the other players are."

Yep. That was definitely a rewarding expression to see.