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Chap. 85: Euphoria

Robin felt…

Amazing, while accurate enough, seemed a little bland and unsatisfying as a word to describe her current emotional state. Ecstatic might be closer, but she wasn't having any sort of sex, so it seemed a little off still, though the high was about the… same…

Euphoric, yes, that was the word!

For as long as she could remember, she had been training for, well, this. This moment, this time. This world, these friends (were they, actually, her friends? Robin still wasn't sure, but they were acting more like it, now, and she would definitely take that over the quiet antagonism Alex had shown her for days after they had met). Including her in decision-making, and plans. Relying on her to pull her weight as they went up against Team Rocket, even if it was just info-gathering.

Fucking her. Yeah, that's pretty great. Alex is way better in bed than he gives himself credit for, I think. I sucked him off three times that day, but he probably made me cum about... twelve, I think? I climax pretty easily, but that's a lot, for a guy his age and relatively inexperienced!

The training had been long. Long enough that she truly couldn't be sure how long. Years, certainly, at least ten of them. Fifteen seemed a little more accurate. Robin had been told she was less than a year old when she'd been essentially sold by her parents to Game Freak as a living test subject. And, to their credit, at least Game Freak had been honest about that. They had knowingly purchased not just her, but two hundred or so other people with the express intention of experimenting on their bodies at the genetic level.

And sure, genetic research had been around a couple of centuries by that point, but by and large the corporations that ran the Mega-Cities had refrained from experimenting on people. At least, not without informed consent. Stem cell research and even retro-viral engineering had been commonplace for more than two hundred and thirty years. Even implanting humans with some DNA from other animals and rarely, plants had become at least somewhat common as a medical practice, though most of the people she'd ever heard of (granted, everything she knew about humans on their Earth was filtered through Game Freak, and thus to be taken with a two-ton barrel of salt) were that most people resisted that sort of thing on principle, preferring to remain 'pure' if possible.

But she was among the first who had ever been given truly alien DNA. Not even from extra-terrestrial creatures, but a creature from an entirely different universe.

It was... well, truly, Robin felt honored, rather than disgusted. Yes, it had been done without her will, but in those late 'nights' when her mind had been resting during the VR training simulator she had been raised in, she had very much come to terms with it. Because, at least to her, the benefits far outweighed her personal loss. Who needed a family they didn't remember? Who needed to be a 'pure human'? She was better! Stronger, faster, smarter, than any normal human, and far more adaptable. She could live comfortably in environments- even deal with toxins- that would kill anyone else, as long as she survived an hour or three. Not to mention how fucking good it felt to slip her cock into a warm orifice, or have hers filled, too.

Arceus, I love sex. But this... this, right here? I love it, too!

It's where I belong.

Fighting. Training. Fucking. Enjoying herself, yes, but also literally doing the thing Game Freak had created her, raised her, trained her to do.

Robin was having the time of her life against the fourth of five sets of Trainers on the Nugget Bridge! Sure, the Trainers themselves were... well, little more than speed-bumps, a minor blip in the road on the larger journey Robin expected, they were still something. A bit of a challenge: Just enough to make them stronger.

Her pulse pounded in her veins, and her face was flushed like she was experiencing the prelude to an orgasm as she slashed her finger through the air to point to her right, "There, Bliss! Now, hit him with a Copycat! Copy the Bulbasaur's Vine Whip, and use it against the Squirtle! Queenie, great job poisoning the Charmander- now just hit him with a Double Kick! Onahole... just... keep Splashing!"

If the young man of sixteen or seventeen she was facing was offended that she was essentially taking on his team of three with just two of hers, he didn't show it. Instead, he kept cheering her on, while a trio of girls that Elle and Alex had already fought two of kept cheering for him, instead. "You got it, lady! That's the way to do it! But I'm not gonna make it easy! Sauric, you hit the Magikarp with a Vine Whip this time. Blaze, use Flame Charge on her healer, see if you can knock it out, and Raina, use Shell Smash one more time!"

The next thirty seconds were chaos, as the three-on-two fight sent vines, fire, and Pokémon smashing into each other in a tight scrum, only for them to bounce apart and separate again as if by magic when the round was up.

One of the boy's Pokémon wasn't. While her Happiny was very weak offensively, Vine Whip was still a decent move, and with a Type-advantage against the Squirtle that had already taken several injuries, it was just too much.

"Now you've lost," Robin told him, grinning in what she hoped was a fierce way, "I took down one of yours before you took one of mine with a numerical disadvantage. Admit defeat?"

"Nah," the boy laughed. Boy, though he was probably close to her own age, somewhere between Alex and Elle. "I think I'm gonna see this through. We were warned you guys were coming. People are starting to know who you are, you know? Alex, Elle, and you. You've making waves. Causing a stir. And I want in on it! So I'm gonna show you what I can do, and maybe, just maybe, you'll let me come with you rather than stick around with these guys!"

"Hey!"

"Rude!"

"But Myron, what about-"

The three shouts had been from the girls, ones that her friends had already defeated or that no one had fought. The last was the most interesting, as the rest of the sentence told Robin that indeed, the boy was sleeping with all three of the girls, and they all knew about it. Was just everyone in this world as polyamorous as she thought she was? There wasn't any real jealousy either, although all three seemed a bit miffed that he wanted to leave them behind.

"Hah, you know I didn't mean it like that," the boy, Myron apparently, chuckled sheepishly, looking back over his shoulder, "I meant just stuck here, at the bridge. I want to go out and see the world, you know? Like regular Trainers in the League do. Like these guys are doing!"

"Yeah, but you have to take us with you! We don't wanna be guarding some stupid bridge for-"

"Liza, shush," another of the girls chided the one Alex had crushed completely, "Don't tell them what we're really doing!"

Robin only laughed, "Like we didn't already know: you guys are guarding Cerulean Cave. The Nuggets are a decoy. But don't you worry, we aren't going in there. We're just gonna make some money off you rubes. Queenie, Poison Sting- no, Double Kick the Bulbasaur! Bliss, Softboiled one more time, and you can give the egg to Onahole. Let's wrap this up fast!"

"It won't be that easy," Myron shouted, "Like I said, I've gotta show you lot what I can do! Why I can be valuable to even Trainers like you! It's time to pull out all the stops, and show you guys why I'm the Ace! It's time for the big guns... Leaf Storm on the Magikarp, and against the Nidorina? Use Flamethrower!"

"Shit," Robin cursed, suddenly realizing she'd been played. At least a little. Flamethrower and Leaf Storm were among the stronger Fire- and Grass-type attacks! If his little, Un-Evolved Pokémon knew them, then the kid was actually pretty good.

Then she was saved, if only by a fluke.

Specifically, the fluke of her Magikarp. Onahole was still just Splashing, bouncing around on the ground across the long bridge that made up the upper half of Route 24. Twisting, flopping…

And the Flamethrower caught it squarely as it made an all-but, or maybe fully, random arc through the air.

She had been hit a few times before, but the Softboiled Egg had been most timely. After taking a moment to eat it, the fish-like Pokémon was doing much better. And, near-harmless, it did still have a fair bit of vitality to it, which Yggdrassil translated into HP for their Pokégear.

And a Type Resistance to Fire.

Scales blackened, the fluke-fin, the tail, of the Magikarp scorched, and it cried out, "Karp!" in a strangely deep voice for a female fish… but it kept flopping. And her blue-spined Nidorina, hopefully future mate to Cock, who was pretty injured herself from previous Battles, gave a strange, hooting, barking laugh of victory before her feet smashed into the Bulbasaur, sending it reeling.

Not before its Vines had struck Bliss again, but her little Starter, while tender-skinned and easy enough to hurt, was very hard to put down. Her HP, as the super-AI calculated it, was almost equal to that of the whole rest of her team combined. And that one pair of lashing vines was just not going to bring her down. Not today.

This time, Robin was sure her grin was fierce as she leaned in predatorily, "Alright, it's over. Bliss, Pound the Charmander one more time. Queenie, time for your Fury Swipes on the Bulbasaur. And for the finisher… Onahole, my beloved little fucktoy… Show this 'ace' he's not the only person with an ace in the hole! Tackle that Bulbasaur, too!"

The blonde boy's eyes widened. Fury Swipes wasn't necessarily powerful, but as the name suggested, a series of quick swipes. Depending on how many got through an opponent's defenses, it could be pretty potent, even if it usually wasn't. Tackle, too, was as weak a move as they came… but even her Magikarp hit harder than her Happiny.

Queenie connected with just three, narrowly (Robin thought, anyway, it was hard to tell with could-have-beens) avoiding a Water Gun to the face. Trios of bloody scratches appeared all over the green, plant-like Pokémon, and it passed out from the pain a moment later. Meanwhile, even though Bliss had been smacked in the face with a surprise Bite at the last second from the Fire-type, the combined attacks from both her and the Magikarp hurling themselves into it knocked the Charmander completely off the side of the battle area, both knocking him out and causing a ring-out.

"Heh," Robin grinned, "Told ya, kid. You're a hundred years too early to really pull one on me. Just wait until I get more than a few Pokémon under my belt, too. This didn't even take my heavy-hitter, and let's not even talk about how close my dear, lovely Onahole is to… well… becoming the monster I know she can be. Win for me!"

"Yeah, yeah," Myron muttered, turning away with a scowl… only to be faced with three other young ladies, all scowling at him, instead. "Uh… Y- You know I d- didn't mean it, right? R- Right?"

Robin could only laugh as they took their winnings and moved on. That was, she thought, the final challenge. A trio of Nuggets, one for each of them, awaited just down the road, around a quick bend between the higher cliffs on the left, and the large river gorge on the right. And if there wasn't, in fact, a triplet of golden goodness, well… her Pokémon were a little worn, but Nibbler was all-but fresh, and she knew Elle and Alex had been using their backup Pokémon in an effort to get them trained up for the Gyms, too.

After all, the nugget might be won already… but she knew full well it always came with one more challenge. One more fight.

The euphoria continued as she turned to skip backwards, mindful of how Alex's eyes fixated on her bouncing tits as she did, a wide smile splitting her face, "Who's excited? I'm excited- this is fun, right?"

Thankfully, it wasn't just Elle that smiled back, but the sometimes too-dour Alex, too. Yes, this was a good day.

She could feel it.

Robin gave her bag to her precious, precocious little Rattata as they stopped just shy of the clearing that they had been told was the last stop. She was pretty sure that part, at least, hadn't been a lie. The trail leading here had become increasingly less-trodden with each step past the bridge, where it had split off from a paved, two-lane foot-path that criss-crossed over the gorge on a few occasions and cut over the driving road less frequently. They were on the east side of the chasm now, and in fact to the north-east, as the gorge had ended and become a proper, not-even-that-large river valley as it turned toward the east-northeast.

That was an hour ago, and she was getting antsy. Almost a full day out from Cerulean now, she was sure they were well beyond where the city's powerful patrolling Police Officers would have any sway or jurisdiction if things went wrong… but near enough that, if things got reported to the Gym Leaders, they would probably be obligated to at least look into it.

If they weren't all in the hands or pockets of Team Rocket, anyway. And in Cerulean City, that seemed… unlikely. Not impossible, though. Robin was actually pretty sure that the Waterflower Matriarch was staunchly resisting at least some of their plans, even as she bedded one of the more powerful Rockets in the city on a regular basis.

So they were basically on their own… and Rocket could, if necessary, effectively unlimited back-up if they needed to. They were, no doubt, watching what she and her friends did carefully. But, well… fuck 'em.

Like those two are.

Two Trainers, the woman openly wearing a Team Rocket uniform, though the crop-top was pulled up to reveal her generous tits, and the skirt hiked even higher to the man could spear her from behind, pushing her up against a nearby tree in the obvious long-term campsite. Both of them were panting, sweaty, and the woman's hair was an odd magenta color somewhat lighter than what Elle and Alex had described the crazy-ass Jessie woman as having, but darker than her own true pink. It was cut short, just over her shoulders, and she would've been attractive if…

No, Robin realized, she is attractive, Rocket or not. I'd fuck her, anyway. Mm… nice tits, too. Not sure I want his sloppy seconds, though. Especially from a mediocre cock.

At least the man was using it decently, Robin decided, as Alex grabbed her hand and tried to tug her down into the bushes where he and Elle had hidden. "Robin," he hissed, "Get down here! What the fuck! That's a Rocket!"

"I know," she chuckled, "I'm not a moron, Alex. Let go."

He did, but scowled still, appearing hurt, but also vindicated somehow. Didn't he trust her, yet? Did he truly expect her to betray them to Rocket, of all people? GF, maybe, she could see that. None of them, herself included, had any idea what kind of conditioning she was under. But Rocket? Nah. Not her style. "Hey, nice show," she said to announce her presence as she stepped past Elle and Alex, whose eyes widened in horror. "Don't stop on my account. Fuck, I might join in. You got nice tits, Rocket lady."

"What the- fuck! You scared the shit outta me," the man chuckled, "Damn! Hah… sorry, we just got bored waitin' for you guys, so… hope you don't mind? We can stop if-"

"No, no, carry on," Robin grinned, waving her arm in a 'go ahead' gesture. "I'd hate to be cock-blocked myself, so please, by all means. You don't mind if I watch, right? Maybe rub one out?"

"N- No, I don't mind," the man replied, then looked down at his companion, "You, Cherry?"

Cherry… appropriate name for a pink-haired lady, Robin chuckled, though she's no virgin. They were really going at it.

"No, I like an audience," the Rocket woman chuckled, though she glanced behind Robin, "Though I thought there were three of you? I was told to get three Nuggets out of the safe, anyway."

Robin chuckled, "They think I'm a spy for Rocket, I guess, and that I'm betraying them by just stepping out here? They kinda freaked when they saw your uniform. I'm not scared, but those two are hiding from the big, bad Rocket Grunt."

The woman snorted, "If you're gonna be mean, I won't let you watch," she replied as she wiggled her ass against the still-hard man, whose cock was now nestled between her rear cheeks.

"Sorry, sorry," Robin giggled, "Don't know how that was offensive, but whatever.

"Not everyone plans to stay a Grunt forever, that's how," the woman muttered, then looked back over her shoulder, "Well? Are you gonna fuck me, or not? I was getting close, finally."

"Finally?" the man snorted, "I've cum twice!"

"Not my fault you're a quick-shot," she shot right back, "but at least you can go again pretty quick. Just hurry up and do it already."

"Whore," the man grumbled, then shoved himself back in without preamble. Hard enough to make her whole body shake and almost make her head, still bent forward, strike the tree she was leaning against.

"Aaah… that's better," the woman sighed, "Now don't stop this time, you useless sack. Fuck me 'till I cum, damn it."

Robin chuckled as the woman's body was driven relentlessly for a good two minutes, until the man started to tire and slowed down. To compensate, he slapped the Rocket's bare ass, and none too lightly, before giving the sudden red mark a squeeze, "That good enough for you, Cherry? 'Cause your ass is turning that color, now."

"Fuck you, Brody," she gasped, "You're a prick!"

Brody and Cherry. Okay, two names, might be useful. Damn, he's really going hard again… but she didn't seem to like the spank. Oh well, takes all kinds, I guess. Not everyone's into it.

Robin stepped closer, and pulled up her own shirt to bare her tits. She walked right up next to the pair and used a short, broken off branch of the tall pine as a hook, before pushing her shorts down to her ankles and stepping out of them and adding them, too. "Damn, that's hot. You sure you don't like getting spanked, slut? I bet you do!"

Before Cherry could do more than scowl at her, Robin's hand came down and slapped the other cheek, too, just as sharply.

"Hah, she sure clenches when you do it," the man chuckled, "Shit… you're hot, too. Gimme a few minutes after I'm done with her, and maybe we can go, too, babe."

"Nah," Robin shrugged, "No offense. Not my type."

"Into girls, huh?" Cherry grinned, her hair covering her face every few seconds as she looked up at Robin from around her waist- they must be within an inch or two of each other's height.

"Absolutely," she replied, "and guys too- but my man's got a bigger cock. Knows how to use it, too. Anyway, like I said, don't mind me. I'm just gonna be here rubbin' myself. That is, of course, unless you want another spanking, you dirty whore."

"Don't you da-ow!"

That was Brody, who only kept Cherry from reaching back to slap him in return by grabbing her arms and folding them behind her back so he could rail her faster. "There, that's what you get, slut. Trying to smack your boss. How rude."

"You ain't my- fuck- boss, bi-bitch! You're just a Grunt, too!"

"Maybe, but I'm your boss right now, and you know it," Brody laughed, "Even if it's only for a few more days. Now that these three are here, I bet we'll get switched out, soon. Just you watch."

"Not- ah- not for- fuck- not for- long!" Cherry gasped between panting breaths as her lover drove the air out of her again and again with repeated, hard thrusts.

Arceus, it was making her so wet! Robin could hear the woman's cunt-juices sloshing around inside her, or at least she imagined she could. She could definitely see and hear them spattering onto the forest floor. She really did get off on being watched, it seemed.

Her hand slipped down between her own legs, wishing she could just pop a cock out in an instant and both jerk and frig herself at the same time with no prep. Still, some orgasm was better than none, and she was definitely going to have an easy time getting one. It'd be faster if her friends weren't such chickens, but… well, maybe she could do something about that. "Hey, Alex. You gonna come give me that dick? Or is Elle gonna come lick me off? They already know you're there, no reason to hide. Come watch, have some fun! Live a little!"

She thought, at first, that they were going to keep being little bitches out of some misplaced nervousness. Robin understood the caution, really: Ariana was scary as fuck.

But this was not Ariana. These were just low-level thugs with a few basic Dark- or Normal- or Poison-type Pokémon, and no real threat. Maybe, maybe-maybe, they could pose a bit of a challenge for one of them, especially after the repeated challenges on the Bridge.

But all three of them? No way.

Besides, there was just the two. There was another person nearby, she could hear their heartbeat, which was tense and nervous… but not scared, or excited. Just nervous.

Just before she gave up, though, Alex stood up from behind the bush, still glaring at her. But as he rose, she saw Elle's hand on his crotch, too, and it was rubbing a stiffy through his shorts. "Hah… I knew that'd turn you on, stud. Come on, no need to be shy. They're just a couple people having a good time, and that's all we'll be. Business can wait until we've all gotten off, right?"

"Sounds g-good to me," Cherry squealed as Brody rammed her harder, but reached up with one hand to grab Robin's tits.

She slapped his arm away, "Nah, ah! I'm just for one guy, unless he says otherwise. You can look, but don't touch."

"Whatever," the Rocket chuckled, as he leaned over his partner to grab her swaying breasts, instead. "These are nice too, anyway."

"Sure are," Robin grinned, and opened her legs a bit further to dip one hand down and spread her lips apart. "So, what's it gonna be, Alex? Fuck me? Or are you gonna fuck Elle, and let her lick me? I'd happily sit on her face if you want a go of her, of course, or eat her out."

That made the blonde stand up, too, slightly red-face… and with her own tank top hitched up to reveal her braless, petite chest, too. "Outed," she murmured quietly, "Damn it… can't a girl just frig herself to something hot in peace?"

"I mean, she could," Robin giggled, "or you could come join in. Which is more fun?"

"Got me there, I guess," Elle giggled as she started pushing Alex into the clearing. He let it happen, his eyes more on Robin than on the Rockets, not that she could blame him.

She was, after all, actually designed to be hot as hell, especially to him. Both by Game Freak, and by her own observance of his preferences. He loved Elle, and thought she was very, very sexy too, but he liked many types: and half-Asian women with a bit of punk to them were one of the best, hence her pink hair.

Suddenly, Robin didn't have time to think. Because Elle's hand was on one tit, the first time she'd really grabbed her in a sexual way instead of just messing around, and Alex's was on the other as he shoved Elle's blonde-capped head downward, mimicking the Rocket's position.

She found herself lost in his steely gray eyes, inscrutable at the best of times (at least to her, Elle seemed to read them well enough, but Robin had to rely on other cues), as he bored into her soul. If she had one, Robin wasn't quite sure on that, being part-Pokémon. But if she did, she was certain it was laid bare to Alex as he pulled down Elle's shorts, opened his fly, and bared his cock.

Of course, the moment was broken, at least briefly, by Cherry as she gasped, "Damn, that is nice! Want my pussy too, big guy?"

"Again, no thanks," Alex muttered, "I don't usually make a habit of shagging complete strangers. Especially ones who're spying on us."

"Heh, he does have a brain, looks like Vaan and the Exec were right," Brody chuckled.

Alex only frowned as he used his free hand, the one not groping Robin, to slide his cock down out of her sight, and then thrust forward.

Elle took him easily, though she gasped against Robin's stomach, "Oh, Arceus, it's always so big at first!"

"Mmm… guess you finally get to go down on me, then," Robin grinned as she took hold of the blonde's head and guided it downward, twisting her face up, and… "Ah! No hesitation, huh?"

"Nof fway," Elle murmured from between her legs, already moving in and out as Alex began slow, gentle thrusts that didn't make her bounce nearly as hard as Cherry was next to her.

Apparently, it was too much for Brody, who grunted and yanked his dick out of the other woman, jerking himself as he covered her ass and back in cum.

Robin watched eagerly, her hips started moving up and back, around in circles against Elle's face… the girl was clearly inexperienced, but had watched enough porn to get the gist at least. She would definitely help train her up heh… it was hot, so hot, watching her between Robin's legs as Alex fucked her!

And… d- damn… why? Why was she cursed to cum so easily? Robin wasn't ready, no by half! But it felt so good, so very, very good, and the Rockets were clearly done, both sated, though they watched on with dripping rod and snatch as Alex railed Elle's tiny body with more care than she had expected given the voyeuristic and exhibitionistic appeal of the situation, and… and…

Robin screamed, though not too loudly, as her orgasm washed over her, leaving her panting… and Elle kept going.

So did Alex.

Even though her legs were shaking, and she…

Fuck it.

She'd deal. More orgasms were good, too, right? Besides, that sense of euphoria was back, now, as Alex kept watching her, watching her face, her tits, her whole body as Elle lapped up her juices with enthusiasm, and…

Oh, shit. That… that wasn't supposed to happen, she thought quietly, knowing it was too late.

Robin prided herself on brutal self-honesty, after all. It was the only way she had found to cope with the rarity of being alone, possibly the only one of her kind in two whole universes.

She was falling. Not just as a friend, but… more. Much more.

If she hadn't already.

But that euphoria only kept building, and it wasn't just sexual, as she watched him, watching her, watching her pleasure mount higher and higher, until she screamed again, and he finally grunted too, pumping Elle full of himself, and…

It wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to fake it, at best.

But Robin no longer cared. As she realized why, exactly, she felt so happy- not because of the fighting, or the Pokémon, or even the friendship, but because these two, this pair, was truly where she belonged, and not because of Game Freak, but by her choice and their acceptance too. Her third orgasm, as she realized it, was stronger still, and Robin DeVerl had no reason to complain.

Against the plan or not.