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A quick note for this and the next few chapters: They're all titled "Sea Dragon's Bounty: 'something'". They are concurrent (at least the next three are), meaning they happen at roughly the same time. I won't (probably) be repeating this for those chapters.

Chap. 78: Sea Dragon's Bounty: Elle

Elle gaped as she and Megumi stepped into the dance club known as Club Sea-Scale. She, like the others, had gotten a glimpse as Reagan had given them the tour, brief though it had been. The music had already appealed, sounding like something from the now two-plus century old synthwave dance music of the early millennium, with a dash of Afrikaans traditional drums, and even a Nippon bamboo flute weaving in and out of the heavier, deeper notes.

The lighting was of course dark, aside from lasers of an entire rainbow and a half's spectrum playing back and forth at breakneck speeds over the dancers and patrons at the bar inside, which was on their left. Dozens of tables ringed the floor with most near the bar, while a stage for a live band currently sat opposite that same bar on the right, half-curtained off while a crew worked on… something. Moving amps, maybe? She was hardly a roadie, and had never been able to afford a live concert herself growing up, so she didn't really know what went into the setup for a live show.

What most surprised the girl was just how hot everything was.

Not the dancers, though Elle did enjoy seeing the men, women, older teens, and even several more-humanoid Pokémon gyrating wildly to the beat, many openly grinding against each other in a psuedo-sexual dance that left very little to the imagination, even as it made Elle squirm. Beside her, the taller Asian woman's hand tightened in Elle's, "Th- This looks fun. But don't get separated. And remember, don't take drinks or food from anyone unless you watched it get prepared."

"Oh, for sure," Elle replied with a laugh, "I'm getting some tonight, but I'm choosing who. No roofies for me. Should we get a drink first, or dance?"

"Ah… drink, I think," Megumi said, "I could use some help loosening up. I'm still nervous- but only the one. For both of us."

"Right, right- the plan," Elle nodded, clearly distracted enough she hadn't even noticed she was being distracted.

As they waited for the pretty woman behind the counter to fix them some Oran-laced cocktail the bartender had recommended for a couple young ladies out to have some fun but not too much, Elle turned her eyes back to the room and realized just why it was so hot.

Mostly body heat. Not just a few hundred patrons crammed onto the floor and surrounding areas, but a few hundred patrons actively dancing their hearts out, and in several cases, fucking their partners of whatever kind right there at the tables. No one she could see was having sex on the floor, but the tables seemed to be fair game, as they were away from the direct lighting.

Of course, she wanted to be sure, so when the bartender came back, Elle asked, "So, first time here-"

"I know, I'd remember a couple cuties like you," the older woman laughed.

Elle grinned at the compliment, "And, uh- I've got no problem with it, I'm just curious what the rules are. I see a lot of people having fun at the tables, but not the floor. Are there places we can and can't…?"

Megumi blushed next to her, but the bartender only laughed again, "Basically, if the lights are on you, don't take anything off or fuck. If the lights are off… no one cares. That's not the official rule, of course- all sex is supposed to be restricted to the upper floors- but they don't really enforce it at all. If the bouncers let you in, you're old enough, as far as actual practice goes."

"Great," Elle giggled, "That's perfect. Alright, thanks!"

"No problem," the woman graced them with a smile and a look up and down both she and Megumi before she moved on to mix something else for a man a few people down who looked like he'd already been shot down at least three times. A shame, since she thought he was moderately cute, if a bit old for her- probably in his low twenties.

She caught Megumi checking him out too, then said, "Go ask him to dance," before she downed her drink in one quick pull. Elle felt the alcohol hit her immediately, as it was only the third time she'd had any at all, she was slight to begin with, and had consumed it very quickly. But she didn't care. "I'm gonna go dance."

She slipped away, ignoring Megumi's half-hearted protests, and soon was awash in a sea of bodies. Hot, warm bodies… bodies that, combined with the drink and her own rampaging hormones, made her feel hotter, too.

Elle Berkman had never really attended a dance club. Her actual dates could be counted on one hand with fingers left over, and every single one had involved Alex Ward… until now. Of course, he'd been there earlier at dinner, and during the tour. She was reasonably sure that he would be getting fucked a few times tonight, and she intended to get her own from her boyfriend too, but this, for a couple of hours at least, could almost be considered going out clubbing with a friend.

One she desperately wanted to be intimate with, too. Only Elle was pretty sure Megumi was straight. Which meant she'd have to do a little extra work, like ply her with a lot of booze (something Elle was reluctant to do, given Megumi's not-unfounded worries about their safety in this place in particular), or get someone else in on it. Of course, Alex would do. She'd love to have a threesome with the two of them, or four if Robin was there too!

She was wet just thinking about it… but she doubted anyone in the Sea-Scale would notice, and even fewer would care.

So Elle let herself be swallowed by the crush of bodies, though even through the buzzing in her head from the drink, she kept careful hands near, and attention on, her Pokéballs, which were, like many, openly strapped over her dress. Far from detract from the look, Elle thought it actually helped. Most Trainers had just a few Pokémon, but she had six in her active team. Wasn't that proof that she was capable, and therefore a good catch?

Not that she'd let most of these schlubs 'catch' her.

Some were hot, yes, but she really only had eyes for one man, and the women were probably only good for a conquest of her own in Elle's eyes.

Some of them were quite good for that conquest, though, she thought to herself as she felt a hand ghost across her small chest a moment before a full, firm chest pressed into her neck, framing her head from both sides, "You're delicious looking,"

"Thanks," Elle sighed, leaning back into the luscious tits and pushing her ass against the woman, "You're-"

"Ah, ah," the other laughed, and the hand on her front tightened, pulling Elle against her even harder, "Don't turn around just yet, love… dance with me, just like this."

"Okay," she agreed at once. Why would she turn an offer like that down? Sure, this woman was probably old enough to be her mother judging by the sound, but her tits were huge, and her voice sultry… and her hand felt so good as it lightly groped her, hips swaying and pulsing in time with Elle's own. Bet she's hot…

All too soon, Elle found herself lost in the beat, in the moment, and most definitely in the heat. It only made sense, she reasoned, with this much human and Pokémon meat moving so frenetically, dancing as if their lives depended on it.

Maybe, in some small way, it did.

Elle certainly felt more alive as the strange woman humped her ass, so close that if she'd had a cock, Elle was sure she'd be fully inside her. What would that be like? Fucking a woman with a dick? Shit… why do I have to wonder? I can find out. I'm sure Robin would be down, she basically said that's something she was gonna do tonight, so I'm sure she'll be happy to later.

Would Alex care?

Nah… not as long as he got his, I think. We'll have to play that by ear, though.

Hah… and I thought I was horny before! This world's turning me into a gigantic fucking slut… and I'm not complaining.

In fact, Elle grinned as she had the thought, then reached up for the woman's wrist. She didn't pull it away, however. Instead, she pressed it harder into her chest. With the other, she took the one around her slender waist and pushed lower, between her legs. "More," she all-but shouted, knowing no one in the club would be able to hear her except maybe the woman who was currently molesting her petite body through the slinky black dress.

"More, you say," the woman chuckled huskily, "aren't you just a darling little harlot… you should work here."

"What makes you think I don't?" Elle asked, surprised the woman had even responded, much less with that.

"Because you aren't wearing the wristband," the woman laughed, though her hands eagerly went to work pleasuring Elle more deliberately than before, working her folds and breasts through the dress, "and because I make it a point to… get to know all the talent, especially if they're as sexy as you!"

"You think I'm- really sexy?" Elle asked, surprised at how unsure she sounded despite shouting the question.

"I'm here, aren't I? Dancing with you? … Getting you off, right here, in public?"

"You could just be a perv, looking for an easy score," the younger girl responded.

"What makes you think I'm not? Doesn't mean you aren't sexy. Your girlfriend's looking jealous, even though she's being chatted up by three guys!"

Elle looked over toward the bar, to find Megumi practically surrounded. She couldn't blame the men, the woman was stunning to begin with, with her heart-shaped face and dark almond eyes, both tall and busty, but she was hardly exotic here. Instead, Megumi's ethnic background was something of the norm in Kanto from what Elle had seen, almost as prevalent as it would've been in Nippon Mega-City. But as she watched, Megumi suddenly stood up, took up the hands of one man, a handsome blonde with short, curled hair who was a little taller than Megumi or even probably Alex, and led him to the floor.

She watched too as he shot a triumphant look back over his shoulders at his friends, who looked crestfallen, but were soon swapping what she suspected were encouraging words before they split up to seek out some other person to dance with.

But if the triumphant blonde man was hoping to get laid by Megumi, Elle suspected he was in for a sore disappointment. She couldn't claim she knew the older woman very well, but though she was smiling as she lead him toward the crowd, Elle was sure she was fuming. What had he done to piss her off, then?

"Ooh, she looks pissed," the woman behind Elle giggled into her ear, "Think she's jealous…? Of you? Or of me?"

Then she licked around the shell, and pushed Elle's dress (she definitely hadn't bothered with panties tonight!) up into her body a little, making her shiver.

The blonde wasn't even sure how her companion had spotted her in the crowd, but just as the woman was about to force a very public, knee-trembling climax out of her with too-skilled hands, her body still shaking as smoothly as it could to the rhythmic beat blasting through the sound system, Megumi was there, the blonde man in tow. "Elle," Megumi said with a smile, "This is Carlton. He's one of us, a Trainer from Pallet… one of the first run."

"Oh! I, uh-"

"Don't stop on my account," the man said, now leering at Elle and the woman behind her openly while his arm slipped around Megumi's waist, though his hand rose high enough to touch the bottom of her breast through the white, shining dress.

"I just wanted to let you know to watch out for him and his friends, they tried to slip something into my drink a bit ago- that bartender spotted it. What should I do with him? A knee? Two, since this is the second time he's tried with me?"

"Hah, I like your friend," the woman behind Elle laughed loudly, then louder still, "What about a Challenge?"

"No fighting, no Pokémon fights either, in the Club," Elle said loudly.

"Eh… only if you get caught," the woman snickered before her lips mouthed Elle's ear again, and she said more softly, "Besides, she could claim self-defense…." Then, louder again, "I mean, we can all give him a knee- we gotta stick up for each other, us girls, right?"

"Sure," Megumi grinned.

Just at that moment, the blonde man, Carlson or whatever his name was, seemed to catch on to what Megumi had just told Elle. "W- Wait, n- no we didn't! I swear, none of us tried-"

Then Megumi whirled in his grip and held him by the shoulders, her expression suddenly fierce, "I'm not a whore, bitch," before her knee came up with a sickening crack between his legs. The sound was loud enough Elle heard it even over the thumping music and sounds of the crowd. Her heart jumped in her chest, and she found herself quivering as the sudden aggression kicked her bordering orgasm into overdrive. She fell limp against the woman's arms, and she laughed. "Too much, kitten?"

"Perfect," Elle moaned, panting, as her eyes locked on the pained expression in Carlton's face as he crumpled to the floor a full six seconds after he'd been kicked. Apparently, Megumi had done it so hard it had taken his brain a while to feel it.

He didn't cry out or anything, only fell straight down, wincing again as he did. People started moving around them, but no one really paid much attention aside from a few glances, and a few jeers. Some, Elle was pleased to see, didn't even bother to step around. Soon Carlton was being stepped on by every ten or so people, and she was sure more than a few 'idle' kicks were sent his way as people kept dancing, largely ignoring the brief fracas.

"Hey!" Elle heard someone shout, "What'd you do to Carl?!"

Then a large, rough hand grabbed her shoulder, and yanked her out of the other woman's grip. She yelped, still riding her pleasure-high on top of joy at seeing Megumi deal with the would-be rapist so effectively. Then stronger arms were around her, holding her in place, and another pair circled the red-haired woman who had been groping Elle.

Her first thought was Jessica Rabbit, who nearly three centuries after her first reveal in that ancient 2d movie was still famous as a meme if nothing else. The woman was tall enough, her hair red enough, her body voluptuous and curvy, thick in the right places and slender in the waist, with a red, slinky dress to accompany it.

"You fucking bitch," the black-haired man who had grabbed the older woman growled toward Megumi, "we fucking gave you a chance to have some fun with us- now we're gonna ruin you and your friend, and this whore!"

Elle saw the woman's right eyebrow rise, but she didn't seem offended or even bothered that the rough-looking young man, who had piercings all over his face, had grabbed her.

"Yeah, what he said," the man holding Elle rumbled from far overhead. Again, most of the crowd ignored the fight, but before Megumi, who had gone suddenly white and started backing away could do more than take one step toward or away from them, there were six other men and two women, wearing identical black outfits, that materialized as if from nowhere all around them.

Before they could move, the woman twisted, did something with her hand, and twisted some more, spinning on one tall heel in a smooth motion. Before Elle could blink, her aggressor was on his knees before Megumi and Elle, his right arm twisted backwards two feet over her head. She hadn't heart that pop, but it was clearly dislocated and probably broken in at least one place, given the echoing scream that ripped from his mouth.

"Hey!" the man holding Elle shouted again, just as the music cut out, plunging the Club into relative quiet that made her ears ache next to the noise. "Let 'im go!"

The woman, whose face was expressionless though her eyes were hard and cold, looked over Elle's shoulder, "I think I won't, yet. Branson Monash, brother of Carlton, the man on his knees here, both friends of Kenneth Carlisle. Your faces are known to me. You were given a warning three weeks ago. Do you remember it?"

"What? I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," the man on his knees shrieked, only to let out louder yelp as the arm twisted another three degrees. The red-haired woman didn't so much as blink as it popped again.

"I am told you were warned not to attempt to harm our girls. Why else would I know the faces of three nobodies such as yourselves? Every establishment in our organization has your faces and names on file, and your ID numbers. You are no longer welcome here, or anywhere we cater to. Get out."

"Wh- Fuck you! You don't own me, I go where I want!" the big man shouted, "I'm fuckin' Branson Monash! I'm gonna own half of Pacific's-"

He went quiet as there was suddenly a deafening, soul-crushing pressure that fell over the entire club. High, high above them, two blue eyes shone wide, as gravity itself seemed to double, triple, quadruple. Several people shrieked in terror, and some fell to their knees. Elle felt her own try to buckle, not just from her orgasm, but the sudden fear brought out by that thing, whatever it was. Only the adrenaline coursing through her at the sudden altercation kept her on her feet.

For the first time since she'd been grabbed, the woman showed a bit of emotion: Amusement.

She clicked her fingers, and one of the big men wearing black slipped something from his waist and put it in her hand. She pushed a button on it once, and a strange, buzzing sound fell over them. Then she let go of Kenneth's hand and used one immaculate heel to push him to the ground, where he cradled the broken limb uselessly. She stepped over him next, right up to Elle, so her breasts were actually beside Elle's eyes and said quietly, "Why the fuck would I care what a useless Invader might own? See, this girl, she might be useful. Her friend might be useful. You? You're nothing here. I don't care what you think you own in your world, Invader. I only care what you're worth here: Nothing. Not even one Badge. This woman here, Megumi, and even her little brother could kill all three of you in a straight fight. That's power. Drugging women? That's not power, not real power. You're pathetic. Now get out of my establishment."

"F- Fuck you, bitch, I'm the heir to Monash Mining, you cu-"

Whatever the man holding her had been about to say was cut off with a rather girlish yelp, as she felt a bit of tingle run through her body. He hugged her too-tightly for a moment more, then let go to collapse, spasming, to the floor.

The woman snorted, looked far up to the ceiling and said in a perfectly flat tone of voice, "I'd rather you didn't harm our guests, darling. You cut that Psibolt a little close."

Then she smiled down at Elle and Megumi, "My apologies… I hadn't meant to reveal just who I was, yet. I had hoped you could simply enjoy a pleasant evening at the Club. I'll leave you to it now, unfortunately… I have some trash to take out. Pick them up, boys."

"Yes, Ms. Cooper," the pair immediately flanking her said.

In seconds, they were maneuvering through the crowd. The music didn't pick back up, not until the red-haired woman had climbed the set of stairs that led to the stage and picked up a microphone from one of the people setting up equipment. Her voice carried through the speakers clearly, "My apologies, Ladies, Gentlemen, and Pokémon. There was a brief altercation, but the trouble has passed. Two of my personal guests had an attempt made to drug them. You all know this is a drug-free establishment- or you should. If you have to resort to that sort of thing to get fucked, then you can 'get fucked'. There's a brothel across the lobby. No one should be that desperate. Now… the next round of drinks are on me! Enjoy the rest of your evening!"

At once, the music began again, a rousing, thumping tune… and amid cheers and raucous calls, bodies started moving again.

Elle wanted to join in, to dance. She wanted to get laid.

But she couldn't get a few thoughts out of her head, and that made it hard to focus. She'd just been groped, been given an orgasm by, one of Team Rocket's Executives. The very person they were here to meet with, in an attempt to gather information.

Had that 'fight' been staged, too?

She couldn't be sure.

All Elle really knew was that, once again, the bad guys seemed at least three ahead steps again… and that whatever that thing high above Club Sea-Scale had been, it was terrifying.