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Chap. 92: Emotional Damage! Super Effective!

Alex watched Sappy interact with the large crowd of Pokémon that had gathered around her with interest. It was fascinating in many ways just seeing what might as well have been animals, regular animals from his world, talk to each other, play, work, without competing for scarce resources. Pets weren't unheard of in the Mega-Cities, of course, but they were generally restricted to people in the upper income brackets because no one else could afford to feed them. He'd had a dog when he was younger, though really his mother had been the one to care for it. Elle likely hadn't.

But these Grass-, and the occasional Bug-type type should have been rivals for resources. Predator and prey. And he supposed in some ways they were. But here, in this place, food was abundant, and so the Pokémon had no reason to fight.

That isn't to say they didn't. Alex had been skeptical at first even as a child about the way Pokémon seemed 'forced' into fighting. But even wild Pokémon seemed to want to get stronger, and the best way to do that… well…

Almost completely across the mostly-round clearing a large Butterfree was looping and swirling, sending psionic waves, or plumes of dust, out or down onto a Weepinbell that was about six inches shorter than Gobbler. The Grass-type should have had a severe disadvantage, but it seemed to be holding its own against the other. Even though Alex had seen the Butterfree use Flying, Bug, and even Psychic moves against the Weepinbell's Poison secondary type, the pitcher-plant Pokémon continually healed itself with what Alex suspected was Photosynthesis.

The Move, not the ability of plants to transform sunlight and various other materials into food.

The Weepinbell only occasionally attacked, and it wasn't hurting the Butterfree badly (it rarely even hit, from what Alex could tell), but each time it did, a larger Victreebell in the undergrowth beyond the battle cheered, as if it were coaching, or perhaps just spectating the younger, un-Evolved creature's 'match'.

Sure enough, about the time his stomach started to growl, and Alex pulled out the protein bar he would be having for lunch from his pack, the largest of the three Pokémon called out in a new tone, "Bell," and both the Butterfree and Weepinbell stopped their swirling or hopping. Instead, they came together, and as far as Alex could tell with the distance between them, congratulated each other on a match well fought before going their separate ways: the Butterfree to a tree on the east side of the meadow, and the Weepinbell further south, to its… parent?

At any rate, the Pokémon, while they had clearly been fighting in some fashion, seemed to have been training rather than actually trying to kill each other. Any damage had been superficial, with the Butterfree pulling its punches, and the Weepinbell with a double type Disadvantage. And as for competing for resources, well… Alex would be the first to admit he didn't know what Pokémon ate in the wild, not really, but clearly, this group at least wasn't eating each other on a regular basis.

But as interesting as that was (and wild Pokémon were very interesting indeed to Alex), he was far more concerned with Sappy. His Oddish had been… what, his second Capture, shortly after Lingus? Yes, they were a fairly common Grass-Poison type, but she was still special to him, his third-ever Pokémon. And she had been so sweet!

Memories flashed through his mind of the little nightshade-like plant crooning softly as she rode on his shoulder, her leaves tickling his cheek and ear. A cheerful smile on the strange plant-like face, and how she danced and frolicked when they stopped for lunch, or at midnight when the moon was high if they were out in the fields.

He missed her happiness. Cock was brave, fierce, loyal, and occasionally horny. Lingus a calm, soothing presence to most of them. Spike, too, fierce and brave, sometimes foolishly so, but always willing to throw down even if it would get him hurt. Surtr was a playful, happy little fire-pony, but it was Sappy who made him smile with almost everything she did.

But for more than a month now she'd been heartbroken, and he could not figure out why.

Every time he took her out of her ball, she cried loudly, long. Wept so powerfully no matter what he did that he'd been forced to put her back into her Pokéball just to get some sleep those first few nights. Then it had become a habit.

But he needed her on his Team. Needed her for the Water Gym, at least, but more importantly for her hardiness and general good cheer. Her morale had, once, been second to none even if it had tanked almost the moment she'd Evolved into a Gloom.

She was, in theory, far stronger… but it had upset her so!

If he could figure out why, he might be able to help. That was why Alex had brought her here in the first place. His original plan had been to simply talk to her, one-on-one with no one else around to interrupt. Now, though, he hoped the other Pokémon would be able to do what he could not. Communicate better with her, if nothing else.

As he watched, some Grass-types wandered away, but several more stayed around. The Bugs flittered in and out of her new flower, but mostly left the rounded creature alone as far as he could tell. Eventually, several long minutes after he'd finished his protein bar, Alex stepped into the clearing. Almost as one, the various creatures turned to look at him for a few seconds.

Then they scattered, all but a few of the largest, running every way they could, away from him.

Alex sighed. He wouldn't have minded catching a few, but these Pokémon were clearly wary of people. "I'm not going to catch any of you," he called, hoping at least some understood, "I'm just here to talk to Sappy, my Gloom. Come here, girl."

"Glo~, oo-oom?" She waddled over slowly, almost cautiously. Warily, as if she were worried he would smack her for some reason. The other Pokémon that had gathered around kept their distance, some moving just a few steps closer behind his own, but most stayed further back. He noticed without drawing attention to it that many of them were slowly spreading out around him, encircling him.

Alex couldn't decide if he felt threatened or not, but Sappy didn't seem too worried. She stopped in front of him, and Alex first crouched, then decided to go a bit further, and dropped into a cross-legged position. She was still about a foot shorter than he was, but it felt far more fair and balanced talked to her like this than towering over the creature, or holding her in his arms.

Which he wanted to do, but… well, she hadn't stepped close enough, and he didn't want to push it.

Sappy was calmer, now, but he could still see deep sadness and upset in her black, glittering irises, and the down-turn of her much larger, wetter mouth. "How are you doing, sweetie?"

The frown deepened, "Glo-oom. Glo-lo-glo."

"I see. Still… sad? Can you tell me why?"

He wasn't sure that's what she had said, of course, but Alex could quite easily interpret her expression that way. Not for the first time, he wished he could actually understand them. Maybe I should get a Ghost- or a Psychic-type that can help translate, if nothing else. I wonder if Morpheus or Loki could…?

Far from answering him clearly, however, Sappy just looked at Alex like he was the biggest idiot in the world.

It reminded him, in many ways, of how Cora Feldman looked at him sometimes, in fact. A look he had come to interpret as, How can someone so normally intelligent be so fucking stupid?

"So… yes, but you don't want to because I'm dumb for not already knowing?"

This time, the body language was unmistakable: Sappy's whole body rocked with the emphatic nod, and accompanying frown of displeasure. The next bit was harder to understand, as her leaf-hands, the longer two on either side of the blossom on her head, swept in an arc across the front of her body.

"Wait… you? I don't understand, sweetie," he replied quietly.

Her frown turned into a glare, an expression he never thought he'd seen on the once-happy Pokémon. Especially not directed at him! Sappy actually hissed at him, then jabbed the leaves at her eyes, then at her face, before repeating the arm-sweeping gesture with more force.

"See? Your mouth? You? Look? I… oh. Wait a second… you want me to look at you? I can see you, Sappy, I promise."

Her tiny feet stomped in the grassy meadow, but she still nodded to show that was right, "Gloom! Gloom-gloo, oom!"

The gestures repeated, and this time she followed by spinning in a circle. And spitting on the ground.

The caustic saliva she drooled hissed and spat, eating away at the regular grass. "I know you have acidic saliva, Sappy," Alex told her, "It's pretty good- that's how you use Acid now, right?"

Another stomp. This time, her leaf-hands waved through the air, held over her head, and moved downward as they came together and apart. Twice, three times as understanding refused to dawn in him. After the fourth, Sappy gave up, did it one more time, then immediately jabbed at herself again.

"I got nothin'. Sorry, maybe I'm just a bad Trainer, sweetie, but I-"

He hadn't expected her leaves to slap him.

"What the-"

Sappy shook herself side to side vehemently, in what looked very much like a head-shake to signify 'no'. "Gloom! Oo-om, -m, loo-Gloom! Gloom, gloo-om!" He watched as she pointed at him with one hand, and the long tip of the other leaf curled in on itself, with one central tip pointing upward.

Then, as she pointed at herself in turn, that same bundle and point turned down.

He frowned. "Me… thumbs up… you, thumbs down?"

"Gloom!" she cried, throwing both leaves in the air in the exact same way Elle did when she was frustrated, "Gloom!" Finally, she nodded again.

"Okay, so the problem isn't me… it's you?"

Another nod.

"Finally feels like we're getting somewhere," he muttered, then turned his attention back to the Pokémon. Around them, some of the watchers had moved off, having clearly decided he wasn't a threat. "Okay, so… let me think. You wanted me to look at you, to see you, and the problem is you. You… Wait a fucking second. Am I an idiot?"

She nodded again.

Sappy is female. Used to be a cute little thing. Now she's Evolved to a middle stage, and she smells bad, isn't as cute, but is bigger and stronger. Is she… is she being a hormonal teenage girl, upset at the way she looks?

… The fuck. If I hadn't already known this wasn't a game, I would now. Shit.

"Are… do you think I… do you think you are… u- ugly?" He hated saying it, he knew how sensitive people could be about their looks.

"Gloo," followed, and another emphatic nod, before she started to sniffle again.

"You… you know I don't think that, right? You're fine. You aren't ugly to me."

"Gloo~…" Sappy cooed, then blasted a huge plume of gas into the air from the center of her blossom. And it stank.

Alex coughed, covered his mouth, and his beloved Pokémon began to cry once more as tears fell like rain around her.

"Back to square one…"

Adisa huffed, winded. She'd had to dodge several powerful attacks from her opponent herself. This woman's Ice-type Pokémon had blasted Vulpix so hard in the second stage of their Battle that the Ice Gym's shielding had flickered and died in a few places. Not that the man running the place seemed to care. The announcer had made a quick alert to the stands, asking people to move to more protected areas, but few had. Her own spot had been vulnerable, but the match hadn't been postponed.

Instead, she was taking part as a target. The one saving grace she had was that her opponent's shield had died too, and thus she was also vulnerable.

The other woman ran quickly and well, and neither had yet been tagged by the fighting Pokémon or each other… but Adisa was just a little faster. Had a bit more stamina, perhaps. The busty blonde knew what she was about. Machop and Geodude had already fallen for now, and Vulpix was on her last legs… but Houndour had two stages of Nasty Plot up, boosting his already impressive stats to quite high levels.

His Incinerate, at least, had devastated the blonde's last Pokémon, and severely wounded the opposing Sneasel, which shared her Pokémon's Dark typing, but was quite weak since the other type it had was Ice, against her Fire. But the thing was so fast, she'd only hit it once. Another would bring it down, she was sure, but Houndour was getting tired, too.

Those high-powered fire blasts took their toll on his energy, after all.

Then the woman slipped.

Adisa wasn't quite sure how it had happened, but her foot had gone out from under her on the icy ground, and she tumbled into the rocky snow. She was half-up a moment later, rolling with it well, "No, no, no!"

She slid, scrabbled… one foot extended perilously close to the edge of the large ring, one of three, allowed for the last stage before the Gym Leader himself.

And stopped just shy. "Made it," the blonde exhaled, and turned to look back at Adisa, already rising to her feet.

She found the dark-skinned woman three feet away.

Just within range to slide into a side thrust kick, which met the other woman's stomach. Not even hard really, just enough to give her a good shove.

The blonde fell again, "Waah!"

This time, her whole torso landed on the far side of the dark brown line the lights showed on the ice. There was a horn call, and she heard the announcer call, "Ring out on Vanessa Cambridge! That hasn't happened in a while, folks, but it's happened today! Our Challenger… uh… Adisa Chuke, yes, that's the name, advances to fight the Gym Leader, Johann Snøgrav himself… in the first matches of tomorrow! Sorry folks, I know you're all excited, but he's been called away for some urgent business on the other end of town. We still have two matches to go, but it seems Miss Chuke, at least, got lucky- she'll have a chance to heal up before she fights the big man himself! And did you see that kick? Superb, and she didn't even have to hurt Vanessa to get her out! Well done, Adisa Chuke! Oh! And look, it seems our own Cartman Kenny has been put down, too, with his Piloswine fainting to a well-timed Rock Break!"

Adisa put the other matches from her mind.

A chance to heal? That was nice… she would not have been able to handle any Gym Leader's team as winded and wiped out as her Pokémon were. But what had called away the Gym Leader so urgently?

Is he scared to fight me? I've seen him, he's huge. I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, and that axe is brutal. It's clear he knows how to use it. His team, too, is said to be very strong. Why would he be nervous…? No… there's something else going on. I know- or at least I think- he's with Rocket. Does it have something to do with them? He has to know who I am… right?

Is that why?

Adisa didn't know. All she knew was that she'd take that chance to heal up, and hope that tomorrow morning, fresh and awake, she'd be able to handle him. She had to.

"Stop," Elle laughed, and squirmed in Robin's arms. They were bikini-clad, and she at least was neck-deep in the surf. They had spent most of the morning hunting for Pokémon, and had fought several, but none had been particularly strong or worth catching.

Robin was also holding her close, her back pressed into the Combinant's chest, as she felt her cock throb between Elle's ass cheeks. The larger hands were now wrapped around Elle's narrow waist on one side, and the other groped a petite breast. "Do you really want me to stop?"

"N- No," Elle admitted, "but Alex…"

"Alex either won't know, or he won't mind," Robin assured her. "He's already seen you eat me out, and suck me off. You give great blowjobs, by the way. But I want more. I want you."

Elle mustered just enough strength to turn in Robin's grip, and stood up on her toes to kiss the other woman. "I want you, too, but… not now. Let me talk to him first. Please? Make sure… make sure he won't mind?"

Robin sighed. "I… I guess." She let go, and Elle moved away, but only a little. "I can't wait forever, though. You're just too cute."

"And you're too horny, if there is such a thing," Elle grinned. "Look, Robin… I do want to. I'm not nearly as nervous about you as he is. Or was. Or whatever. I like you, you're hot. Having a dick… well, it's a bit weird, but also hot. Your pussy is delicious. I wouldn't lick it now, 'cause you know, icky sea-water that fish piss and shit in, but you're still hot. It's just… I told him my pussy was just for him, if he wanted it that way. And he kinda hinted that he did. So… let me talk to him. Okay? I think he'll say yes. I just want to… to make sure."

"I get it," Robin nodded quietly, "And it isn't like I can't get off if I want… Onahole is loving this, and all. I just… well, I've only been in one human girl, you know? At the Bounty? I kinda want to do it again. You're right about the water making things kind of gross, though… Ugh. Now I don't even want to. Uh… hey, Onahole, come here, baby!"

Then she turned to Elle as her Magikarp, two dozen feet away and swimming in the waves, riding up each breaker and then throwing herself into the air spinning as she went, started heading her way. "You want to jack me off with that little oral slut? I'll return the favor later, if you want, once we're cleaned up."

"Sure," Elle grinned, "That… sounds kinda fun."

That night, Adisa Chuke dreamed. Of fire, of death. Of Team Rocket, in charge. Ruling Kanto with an iron fist, and expanding ever further, day by day, outward.

She did not know if her dreams were real. Accurate. A prediction of the future. Or the mad, fever dreams of traumatic experiences brought to the fore. She didn't even think all of them were necessarily evil. Perhaps misguided, or misunderstood. The cast-offs of society with no one else who would give them a place to belong.

Perhaps it was all of the above.

She dreamed, too, of Game Freak. Of her world, her home, her family. Taken in, given a place, because of her actions. Allowed to join the 'final Beta', which essentially meant that her grandparents, her sick father, her siblings for all they were somewhat estranged now by distance and time, would have their own Combinant bodies grown. Would have a place here, as 'immigrants' rather than 'invaders'. If they had their way, of course.

Of Pokémon cleaning up their own world. Of two Earths, side-by-side across hundreds of layers of reality, with one golden hoop-shaped portal acting as a bridge between them. Allies.

And of fire, and death.

Human against human, in mighty wars waged by machine and Pokémon alike. First on either world, and then on both, as the realities continued to co-mingle.

Human against Pokémon… terrible, great, bloody… massacres by the millions.

This is what we fight against, Adisa Chuke, a great voice told her. Softly, yet it thrummed through every cell, every atom of her being.

This is why you are here. To help stop this.

It is not that they are evil. They are… but that is not why. Not any longer. I have seen too much. Too much is undone. Your world may yet be lost. It may yet be saved, by some miracle of fate or destiny, if such foolish notions exist. More likely, were it to live, it will be by our hands. Mine, yours, and others.

It is that they are selfish.

You are not.

You enjoy what you can. But you are not selfish. You do not take without giving.

This is why you were chosen.

Not by Game Freak. Not by Team Rocket.

By me.

There are others.

You are not alone. Not as alone as you think.

And you will not be, at all.

I am with you. We are with you. Ten thousand realities and more. Across all realms we can collectively see, WE are with you. And you are not alone.

Stand strong. Remember your goal.

To prevent THIS.

The voice faded, and with it came the violence, the killing, the pollution. The scurry to scavenge even the last scraps of food, of water, filthy though it was, from one world… all that was left. The last, desperate struggle to survive, no matter how horrible that survival was, just a little longer.

Of a myriad menagerie of creatures, of Pokémon, of half-breeds, anthropomorphic mixtures of once-human and once-beast, all tearing each other apart for greed. A once beautiful, wholesome world that lived within its means and did not destroy itself, torn apart and turned into an even more savage mirror of her own.

Her own self, bloody, battered, her stomach torn open, a child she might have given birth to ripped from her bodily, consumed by a once-loyal friend, her Houndour, who was missing an eye and one limb, but was still so strong, and…

We fight to prevent this, the voice repeated.

And again, she saw black, and those great, glowing violet-blue eyes, in hundreds, thousands, of pairs. More.

Adisa Chuke woke up screaming, her heart hammering.

Houndour was… her eyes searched. Her child… wasn't there. Didn't exist.

Her heart pounded still, as the feeling of loss gripped her. Her Houndour was loyal. A friend. And this was not that world. Not that dream.

She didn't even like anyone particularly. The last man she'd been interested in was Vaan, and look how that had turned out.

No… no.

Just a dream, she told herself, as she looked at the empty belt next to her. All of her Pokémon were downstairs in the Cerulean PMC, being treated for tomorrow.

Just… just a dream. It's not real.

Those eyes, though. They were so…

So…

Familiar.