Kanto Gets Loud
Chapter 102: A Chansey Operation!
Later that day, in the park,
Lincoln was practicing some Contest moves with Eevee, Jessica, Gothorita, and Mimikyu while Selena was off to the side, sleeping on a bush, completely uninterested in training, "Ok, excellent work you guys! Now, since this is a Cuteness Division, we should try to really ramp up the cute factor of our moves," Lincoln said.
"Sure thing, sugar," Jessica replied, eying Lincoln in a flirty manner, which the boy didn't seem to notice.
"Daddy, will I be able to participate in this contest?" Eevee asked.
"That is my intent, Eevee. I'm contemplating putting you in the Appeals Round," Lincoln replied, a little flustered from being called "daddy" by Eevee. Just then, they heard something falling from a nearby tree.
"What was that?!" Mimikyu exclaimed, as they went to investigate, only to find Pikachu on the ground, looking like something was wrong with him
"Pikachu?! What's wrong?! Are you alright?!" Lincoln exclaimed, coming to the Mouse Pokemon's aid.
"Hah… hah… I made… a terrible… mistake," Pikachu wheezed, as if something was caught in it's throat.
"This doesn't look good!" Gothorita exclaimed.
"I'd better get Pikachu to the nearest Pokemon Center right away!" Lincoln said, fishing out Dexter, "Dexter, how far is the nearest Pokemon Center?"
"The closest Pokemon Center is approximately 4.67 miles from your present location," Dexter replied.
"Almost five miles?! That's way too far! What about any other medical facility?!" Lincoln exclaimed.
"There is a hospital for people only two blocks from your current location," Dexter replied.
"Still a bit far, but it'll have to do. Can you send a message to Brock and Misty and have them come meet me at that hospital?" Lincoln asked.
"Affirmative. I will send a priority message to Brock and Misty right away," Dexter replied.
"Alright. Now then, everyone, return!" Lincoln said, recalling his four present Pokemon, before looking over at Selena, "You too, Selena!" he said, recalling his bratty Meowth, before running off to the hospital.
Later, at the hospital,
"Hello?! Is anyone there?! I have an emergency here!" Lincoln called out, banging on the door. Just then, Brock and Misty arrived on the scene.
"Lincoln, we got your message!" Brock exclaimed, as he and Misty saw Pikachu.
"Oh no, what happened to Pikachu?!" Misty exclaimed.
"I don't know! I was practicing some moves for the Contest when we heard Pikachu fall out of a tree. His voice is all wheezy too," Lincoln replied.
"What kind of tree did Pikachu fall out of?" Brock asked.
"I think it was an apple tree," Lincoln replied.
"That might be what's wrong with Pikachu. It probably tried to swallow an entire apple whole," Brock theorized, just as the hospital doors slid open, revealing a doctor, who was rubbing his head, as if he had just woken up.
"Mmm, trying to get some sleep," he grumbled.
"Please help us, Doctor. It's an emergency!" Lincoln pleaded. The doctor took a look at the group and grumbled once again.
"Please, we really need help!" Misty exclaimed, giving the doctor pleading puppy eyes. This seemed to be enough to convince the doctor.
"Well, how can I refuse such a pretty face. Come with me and we'll get you all sorted out," the Doctor said, leading them into the hospital. Lincoln seemed quite agitated with how the doctor was talking to Misty, but he knew that Pikachu was a higher priority at the moment. They enter the examination room, where the doctor has Misty sit on the table, "Alright, so what seems to be ailing you?"
"Oh no, I'm not the one who's sick!" Misty clarified.
The doctor was most puzzled, "You're not?"
Lincoln then brought over his ailing Pikachu, "Here's your patient, Doctor," he said, laying Pikachu down on the table, who was still wheezing.
"This is a hospital for people! If you have an emergency involving your Pokemon, you should take it to the Pokemon Center and have Nurse Joy treat it!" the doctor clarified, sounding quite annoyed.
"It's way too far to the Pokemon Center! It might be too late when we arrive!" Lincoln stated, sounding desperate.
"Please, won't you help us, doctor?" Misty pleaded.
"Tsk, I'm a human doctor, and I'm no good with Pokemon, even with that law that was passed a few years back requiring all hospitals to have emergency Pokemon care units. But I can never seem to say 'no' to a pretty young girl," the doctor said, before finally relenting, "Alright, I'll see what I can do, or my name's not 'Doctor Proctor'!" he said, as he brought over some equipment, including a voltmeter. He started off with his stethoscope, trying to hear inside of Pikachu's body, hearing something was wrong, "Hmm, it sounds like there's something lodged in its throat."
"So, it looks like we were right. Pikachu must've tried eating a whole apple at once," Lincoln commented.
"Well, if you want to be a great trainer, you'll need to keep an eye on what your Pokemon eat, and make sure they don't bite off more than they can chew. Now, we'll have to get that apple out, but first, I need to run a quick test," Proctor said, handing Misty the voltmeter, before touching the two prongs to both of Pikachu's cheeks to get a voltage reading, "Hmm, the voltage in its body is rather low. We'll need to stabilize it before we can try and remove the apple. Wheel over that defibrillator, would you?" he requested, looking over to a nearby machine. Lincoln recognized the machine instantly, thanks to his experience with Lisa's medical experiments.
"Here you go, Doctor," he said.
"Splendid!" Proctor said, taking the two electric nodes, "Alright, 10,000 volts ought to do the trick. Now then, clear away!" he said. Lincoln and company got out of the way, as he pressed the defibrillator against Pikachu's electric sacs, administering the shock, which seemed to revitalize Pikachu, who sat up.
"Pikachu!" Lincoln was relieved to see Pikachu back up.
"Good, now that Pikachu's regained consciousness, we can try and get that apple out. Go ahead and say 'ah' Pikachu," Proctor said, holding a flashlight. Pikachu opened his mouth, allowing the doctor so see inside, "Ah, I see it! I'm going to need you to hold Pikachu down while I try and remove the apple," he said.
"Right," Lincoln said, as both he and Brock held down Pikachu, "Just relax and this will all be over soon, Pikachu."
"That's right. It might be a little uncomfortable, but just bear with it, alright?" Proctor said, as he reached his hand inside of Pikachu's mouth. Pikachu's ears and tail shot up, as he let off a jolt of electricity, zapping all three of them, which was enough to allow Proctor to pull out the apple, before they fell to the ground, "And it's out," he said, sounding a little dazed. Pikachu looked around, a little confused as to where they were.
"Hey, where are we?" Pikachu asked.
"The local hospital, Pikachu. You had an apple stuck in your throat, so we brought you here to try and get it out. How are you feeling?" Lincoln asked.
"Honestly? I feel great!" Pikachu replied.
"Good. Now, I hope this experience has taught you NOT to eat an apple whole again," Lincoln said, gently scolding Pikachu.
"Yeah, I won't be doing that again," Pikachu replied.
"While it is good that you're warning your Pokemon to be more careful, you need to take better care as to watch what they eat! If you had come any later, serious respiratory complications would've arisen! You were just in time! Anyhow, the treatment's over, so you can go on home," Proctor scolded, as he stormed out of the exam room, leaving the three trainers in silence.
"He may have had a soft spot for Misty, but he sure seemed hard on you, Lincoln," Brock observed.
"Well, with how harsh my sisters used to be, I'm kind of used it," Lincoln sheepishly replied.
"Well, I happen to know a certain someone who also has a soft spot for pretty girls," Misty teased, causing Brock to blush from embarrassment.
Outside of the exam room, Proctor kept grumbling, "I knew I should've been a lawyer," he said under his breath. Just then, the video phone on the desk began ringing.
"Uh, aren't you going to answer that, Doctor?" Lincoln asked.
"Not me. I'm off duty today," Proctor replied dismissively.
"But what if it's an emergency like with Pikachu?" Misty asked.
"Well, if he won't answer it," Lincoln said, as they went around to answer the phone, displaying a visual of Nurse Joy.
"Hello, is anyone there?" she asked.
"Ah, hello, Nurse Joy!" Brock blushed upon seeing the beautiful nurse.
"Who is that? This is supposed to be an emergency hospital!" Nurse Joy questioned.
"It is the hospital," Lincoln replied.
"Give me a break, would you? I'm off duty!" Proctor stated.
"Doctor, this is a critical situation! A truck that was carrying Pokemon was involved in a traffic accident!" Nurse Joy stated, sounding quite irritated with Proctor's attitude, before showing an image of the scene in question, "A lot of Pokemon were injured, and we're full up here at the Pokemon Center!"
"The Pokemon Center is full! We need to transport all of the injured Pokemon here to the Emergency Hospital!" Officer Jenny, who was on the scene, stated, as several Chansey, and the Jenny Lincoln's been dating, were trying to get the situation under control.
"Several ambulances are on their way! Load up all the Pokemon that you can into them as they arrive!" the younger Jenny called out. Nearby, and out of their sight, the X-Rockets were sitting in front of a wreckage of their own, with Jessie shaking James by the collar of his shirt, while Meowth was crying, his charm missing from his forehead.
"This is all your fault, James! Why weren't you watching the road?!" Jessie yelled.
"I thought Meowth was, honest!" James feebly pleaded.
"Waaa… waaa… I've lost the gold charm on my forehead!" Meowth cried. Nearby, the rest of their Pokemon looked to be in bad shape themselves, with Arbok even having a portion of its body tied up in a knot.
"This is terrible!" Brock commented.
"It's awful!" Misty added.
"We need you to take in and care for some of these patients temporarily," Nurse Joy said.
Lincoln then turned to Proctor, "Well, Doctor? Are you going to help them?"
Proctor ultimately relented, "Alright, have them brought down here and we'll do what we can to treat them."
"Well, that's good that he'll take them in," Misty commented.
"By the way, Nurse Joy, you want to grab a pizza this Saturday night?" Proctor offered.
"And there it is," Misty groaned.
"You can talk to me about pizza AFTER we're done with our work!" Nurse Joy harshly replied, before hanging up.
"Well, you can't blame a guy for trying," Proctor replied.
"I don't like this guy. He sounds an awful lot like I do!" Brock commented.
"That IS disturbing," Misty replied.
Proctor then approached them with some white coats, "Here you three go. You'd better get these on," he said, handing them out.
"What?! You want us to help treat Pokemon?" Lincoln questioned.
"Truth is our hospital doesn't have enough doctors or nurses to handle all these incoming patients, even with help from the Chansey and Audino we have around. So I'm going to need you all to be my assistants for today," Proctor explained.
"Well guys?" Lincoln asked his companions.
"We'd better do it," Brock replied.
"You three will do fine. Just be sure to do exactly as I say," Proctor said.
"I'd better bring in some reinforcements too. We might need all the help we can get," Lincoln said, as he quickly exchanged his team around, swapping Jessica, Gothorita, Mimikyu and Eevee out for Ryu, Lapis, Queeny and Lilligant.
"You do realize what sort of services we provide at a hospital, right? We want to help treat our patients, not make their conditions potentially worse," Proctor stated.
"I know. That's why I carefully selected these Pokemon in particular," Lincoln replied, as they all suited up for the incoming patients. It was then they heard the sirens.
"They never talked about this in med school," Proctor muttered, as the doors to the emergency bay were flung open, as a pair of Chansey were wheeling in a bawling Cubone on a stretcher. It had noticeable fractures on its skull, "What's the condition of the patient?" he asked, as one of the Chansey handed him a clipboard, "Alright, take it into External Injuries Room 1 and prepare for a Cubone Scan," he said. The Chansey did as they were told, and wheeled the stretcher into the room, where Lincoln and company were waiting.
"Alright, now we need to move Cubone over to the treatment table," Brock said, as he, Misty, and the Chansey gingerly moved Cubone onto the table. This only seemed to upset Cubone even more, as it continued bawling more.
"We need to get the patient under control!" Proctor said.
"I'm on it! Queeny, use Sweet Scent to try and calm Cubone down," Lincoln instructed.
"Of course," Queeny replied, as she let off her Sweet Scent, which seemed to do the trick in calming Cubone down, but it was still sniffling a bit.
"An interesting method, not to mention good thinking," Proctor commented, sounding impressed.
"I figured Queeny and Lilligant's Sweet Scent could come in handy with getting the patients to relax a bit," Lincoln replied. One of the Chansey brought over an X-Ray, which Proctor examined.
"Hmm, well, the good news is that its head is ok thanks to that skull it wears. Just patch up the fractures with some super glue and it should be fine," he said.
"I'll go ahead and do that," Misty said, as she gently picked up Cubone and took it away.
Meanwhile, Jessie's Arbok was hissing at an aggressive Raticate, that had its front teeth broken, "CAN SOMEONE PLEASE REMOVE THIS RATICATE?! IT INSISTS ON TAKING A BITE OUT OF MY ARBOK!" Jessie pleaded, clearly displeased with how aggressively Raticate was behaving towards Arbok.
"Raticate, beat it! Amscray!" James feebly said, just as Proctor came up to them.
"This Raticate's teeth are broken, it couldn't bite anything even if it tried," he said, turning to one of the Chansey nurses, "Just glue its teeth back in with some superglue," he instructed. Chansey then picked up Raticate and took it away.
"That was certainly helpful. Who might I ask is the man that helped us out?" Jessie asked.
"The name's Doctor Proctor. You feel like grabbing a pizza after I finish my work here?" Proctor offered. Jessie immediately became lovestruck.
"Oh, you're quite the doctor! We'll talk more about the pepperoni later, but for now, could you help with my Arbok?" Jessie asked. Proctor took a good look at Arbok.
"Hmm, it looks like its own poison is circulating through its body. I'll need to remove it in a hurry," he said, as he wheeled Arbok into the exam room.
"Ack, you guys?!" Lincoln exclaimed.
"YOU?!" Jessie exclaimed.
"The American brat's an MD?!" James questioned.
"Alright, what dumb plan are you guys plotting this time?" Lincoln interrogated.
"We've got more important things to worry about than robberies!" Jessie snapped.
"That's right! Our Pokemon were injured and need medical aid!" James added.
"Now cool your jets, people! This Hospital is a place of healing!" Proctor proclaimed.
"Oh, right… Doctor, could you please do something to help my Arbok?" Jessie asked.
"Certainly. Chansey, bring over a hypodermic of anesthetic," Proctor requested. One of the Chansey brought over the syringe as he requested, "Alright, not this will only pinch for a moment," he said, as he poked Arbok with the needle. Arbok screeched out as it shot straight up, before slumping back down on the exam table, unconscious.
"WHAT WAS THAT?! I wanted you to help Arbok, not kill it!" Jessie yelled, as Proctor took a closer look at the knot in Arbok's body.
"Just relax. It's all a part of the process," Proctor reassured, as he unknotted Arbok's body. He then turned to Lincoln, "Something you need to understand about hospitals is that everyone who comes in is here for treatment. It's a doctor's job to heal, not to judge."
"I understand," Lincoln replied, as some more Pokemon got wheeled in on stretchers, "Looks like they're still coming."
"I've still got some work to do on Arbok. Perhaps this beautiful young woman and her associate can help out with the procedures?" Proctor asked the X-Rockets.
"Oh, if you're talking about me, then I'd be more than happy to assist, Doctor," Jessie replied, still a little lovestruck.
"And I can help out too!" James added. Lincoln and Brock seemed untrusting towards the duo.
"I don't know Brock. Those two aren't exactly trustworthy," Lincoln whispered.
"I know how you feel, but we've got higher priorities right now," Brock whispered back.
Meanwhile, in another part of the Hospital,
Meowth was feeling around his forehead, where his charm used to be, "What happened to my charm?! Somebody, please help me find my charm! I'll pay any price!" he cried out.
"Here you go!" a Chansey said, handing Meowth a bowl of rice.
"Hey, thanks!" he said, placing the bowl where his charm would usually be, "I SAID 'PRICE', NOT 'RICE'!" he yelled.
"How about this?" Chansey asked, holding a shogi board.
"I don't want to play! Find my charm, please!" Meowth pleaded.
"Here you go!" Chansey said, holding up the local police station. The door opened, revealing Officer Jenny.
"Did someone ask for the police?" she asked.
"MY CHARM, MY CHARM, MY CHARM!" Meowth yelled, as Chansey placed a Venonat on his head, "WOULD YOU GET OFF OF ME?!" Meowth yelled, tossing Venonat off, bouncing off of Chansey.
"THAT TEARS IT!" Chansey yelled, taking Meowth by the chest, before repeatedly slapping him, "YOU DO NOT ACT OUT THIS WAY WHEN SOMEONE IS TRYING TO HELP! WE'RE DOING THE BEST WE CAN!" she scolded, before laying the dazed Meowth back down on the table, also placing a bandage over where his charm would usually be.
Meanwhile, at Team Rocket's Private Laboratory,
A flash of blue light erupted from the compound, followed by a tremendous explosion. From the smoke, the silhouette of Mewtwo was seen flying into the sky in a flash of blue light. In the rubble of the destroyed laboratory, Giovanni and everyone there dug themselves out of the rubble, "Blast it all!" he cursed, looking up towards the sky.
"Master Giovanni, sir! Are you alright?" one of his personal guards asked.
"I'm alright, but that thing…! How dare it defy human superiority?!" Giovanni snarled, before turning to a stunned Dr. Fuji, "Fuji! What happened?!"
"W-Well, sir, I can only surmise that Mewtwo's emotional state must've caused it to go berserk. No doubt from the feeling that it was only brought into this world with the sole purpose of being a superweapon," Fuji explained.
"And what of the Mind Control Chip? Can't you use it to bring that renegade back down to us?" Giovanni questioned.
"Unfortunately, the range is limited, and even if we were in range, Mewtwo is in a state where it could potentially resist the chip's influence," Fuji replied.
"Damn it all! Well, what do you propose we do to reign it in?" Giovanni asked.
"Our best bet would be to catch it, but based on the destruction of the lab alone, it's clear that it won't be remotely easy for us. We'll need a surefire way of capturing it," Fuji replied.
"Hmm, in that case, it might be prudent to move up our raid on the Silph Co. a little bit. After all, with the Master Ball, we'll be able to make ANY Pokemon our loyal weapon!" Giovanni proclaimed, turning to his guards, "Alert all of our Silph Co. Siege Squads! Inform them that we'll be moving in sooner than expected!"
"Yes sir!" one of the guards said, as he went to make the call.
"Should we get into contact with Petrel's team to have them begin their operation?" the other guard asked.
"Hmm, lets wait until we're getting ready for our raid of the Silph Co. I want to give them enough time to prepare," Giovanni replied, before turning back to Fuji, "Now then, not only will we need the Master Ball, but also the location of Mewtwo. Are we able to track it somehow?"
"Funny you should mention that sir… The Mind Control Chip doubles as a tracker. Unfortunately, the radar was damaged when Mewtwo escaped, but if we work around the clock, we should have it repaired and fully calibrated in about three or four days," Fuji replied.
"Well, I'll take what I can get. After all, this operation MUST go according to plan, especially if our plans for world conquest is to come to fruition," Giovanni replied.
"We won't fail you sir! But, if I may be so bold as to request that my assistants and I be transferred to another laboratory? Most of the equipment here that's needed to repair the tracking device is too badly damaged to be of any use," Fuji requested.
"I had a feeling you'd ask me that. Very well. You'll be given special transportation to Team Rocket HQ where you can work on repairs," Giovanni said, glaring up into the sky, 'Mark my words, Mewtwo, you WILL be my greatest weapon!'
Back at the Hospital,
A Dodrio was squawking loudly and irritably as its three necks were knotted up. It's irritability was keeping Lincoln and Brock from getting close, "How in the world did THIS happen?!" Lincoln questioned, just as Proctor came up.
"My, this certainly is a 'knotty' problem," he joked.
"Doc, please, I got more than my fill of lame puns from one of my sisters," Lincoln groaned.
"Plus, this is serious!" Brock added.
"Ok, so it was bad joke!" Proctor defensively stated, as a Chansey handed him a clipboard, "Alright, Dodrio, a Triple Bird Pokemon whose three heads represent joy, sorrow and anger," he read.
"Huh… all three heads look pretty angry," Lincoln commented.
"You're right. And we have to undo that knot, otherwise, it'll suffocate. Chansey, ready some anesthetic," Proctor requested.
"Here you go, Doctor!" the Chansey said, handing him a syringe.
"Thank you," Proctor said, taking the syringe, and approaching the Dodrio, "Now, try not to move too much," he requested. All three heads took notice of him, and the middle head lashed out, causing Proctor to fling the syringe into the air, before injecting himself.
"ACK!" both Lincoln and Brock exclaimed.
"O-Oh dear!" Chansey exclaimed.
"Oh boy, that's not good!" Proctor commented.
"Are you alright, Doctor?" Lincoln asked.
"Does this look 'alright' to you?!" Proctor yelled, before taking the syringe out of his arm, "A dose this strong will knock me out for at least… six… hours," he said with a yawn, before going over to a nearby bench to lay down. Chansey went and covered him with a blanket.
"Well, this complicates things," Lincoln commented.
"We've no other choice. We're going to have to care for the patients ourselves!" Brock proclaimed.
"Right," Lincoln replied, turning back to Dodrio, who was still squawking loudly, "Alright, first, we need to calm Dodrio down! Lilligant!" Lincoln called for the shaky Flowering Pokemon, "Lilligant, use Sweet Scent and calm Dodrio down!" he instructed.
"Y-Y-Y-Yes sir!" Lilligant timidly replied, letting off a cloud of Sweet Scent, which seemed to do the trick as Dodrio was still squawking, but not as hostilely as before, "Alright, now, we should try and coat the knot with something slippery. Is there any sort of oil or lotion we can use?"
"How about this?" Chansey asked, handing Lincoln a can of cooking oil.
"Huh… this might work," Lincoln replied, as he cautiously approached Dodrio, and dribbled just a little bit of oil onto the tangle, "This'll make things a little easier," he commented, as he and Brock went to try and untangle Dodrio's necks.
All three trainers proceeded with treating the other Pokemon that were brought in, while also getting help from some of their own Pokemon, excluding Selena, who just wandered around the hospital, "No point in trying any of my usual tricks with that Gardevoir and Lucario watching my every move," she groused, as she pranced about. She rounded a corner, where she saw Lincoln treating a Persian, brought in by none other than Veruca Friedman.
"Could you hurry it up already? I want my sweet baby Persian to be in its best form for the Contest tomorrow!" Veruca rudely demanded.
"I'm working as fast as I can, but I don't think that your Persian will be able to participate," Lincoln replied, sounding quite irritated with how rude Veruca is being, "Alright, that should do it. Now, Ryu, use Heal Pulse!" Ryu then used Heal Pulse on Persian, healing its injuries quite a bit, "There. If you let your Persian rest up overnight, it should be in good enough shape to participate in the contest tomorrow."
"A-A-A Persian…" Selena stammered, as Veruca's Persian opened its eyes to glare smugly down at the disobedient Meowth.
"I might be in recovery mode, but anyone can see I'm in much better shape than you'll ever be, furball," Veruca's Persian stated. This really ticked off Selena, who growled at the Persian, only for Ryu to step between them.
"Selena! We're here to HELP patients like this Persian, not make their conditions even worse!" Ryu scolded.
"Is something like this kind of behavior normal for Meowth?" Lincoln questioned.
"Oh, absolutely," Brock replied, walking up to them, "While many Pokemon can develop rivalries with their evolved forms, none have more contempt for their evolved forms than Meowth."
"I know that feeling. Back when I first started training my Persian as a Meowth, it would get hostile anytime there was a Persian nearby," Veruca added, as she recalled her Persian, "Seeing as how Persian needs some rest time, I'll go and start working with my pick for the Appeals round so that I can claim my fifth ribbon!" she cackled, walking off.
"Pleasant as always, that Veruca woman," Lincoln commented.
"Lincoln!" Selena said, as she leapt up onto the stretcher, "I want in on the Contest tomorrow for the Battle Stage!"
"Oh, is that right?" Lincoln asked.
"What's Selena saying, Lincoln?" Misty asked, coming up from behind them.
"She wants in on the Battle Stage for the Contest tomorrow," Lincoln replied. This shocked his companions.
"You're not actually going to consider Selena for a spot in the Contest, right?" Misty asked.
"Misty's right. Selena has been way too fickle from the day you caught her. She hasn't even been properly trained yet. I mean, you could take her to the Battle Chateau for some practice, but even that might not be enough," Brock added.
"True, but this could be a prime opportunity for Selena to get serious about being a team member. Not to mention, this is just like back in Vermillion City when we took on Lt. Surge and his Raichu," Lincoln replied.
"I see. You want to give Selena a chance to prove she can tangle with Persian," Brock commented.
"Well, we won't stop you, but you really should consider your strategy," Misty advised.
"I always do. And considering Selena hasn't done any battling with me as a partner Pokemon yet, there's also Frustration," Lincoln commented.
"Well, if that's your plan, then you should consider how much training she'll get from you. Frustration gets weaker the more the user LIKES its trainer," Brock added.
"That's why I'm only going to be training her to follow my commands in battle," Lincoln replied, as they continued to treat more and more of the patients being brought in. Meanwhile, Jessie and James were watching them from afar.
"Well, I don't know about you, James, but I'm sick of all this charity work," Jessie commented.
"My thoughts exactly! And when I had some time away from helping out, I've been assembling our most devious devices yet!" James proclaimed.
"Well, then I'd say it's time for us to get to work!" Jessie said.
"We've helped out quite enough where we've lurked!" James continued, as they both got onto some stretchers that they were using as skateboards.
"Travelling the world, plundering it's rarest resources!"
"All for the sake of our own personal forces!"
"This duo shall NOT be stopped by the law!"
"We do what we want, while you standby in awe!"
"The fiery, yet cute nurse of villainy, Jessie!"
"Medical Technician James, that is me!"
"We're an independent team of criminals, fighting for our rights!"
"Give up now, for you cannot win any sort of fights!"
"WE'RE THE X-ROCKETS, TRAVELLING NIGHT AND DAY!"
"MY CHARM, MY CHARM!" Meowth cried, still upset, as the stretchers crashed into the lobby. Lincoln and company went to investigate, and found the three of them, lying on the ground, completely dazed.
"Hey, if you three are done clowning around, we need help around here!" Lincoln stated, as the X-Rockets pulled themselves together.
"We're done with this whole goody-goody act! We're going back to being the bad ol' X-Rockets!" Jessie proclaimed.
"That's right! And to emphasize that, we hereby claim ALL of the Pokemon in this hospital for our own!" James added.
"WHAT?! You can't do that!" Lincoln exclaimed.
"That's right! Don't forget how Doctor Proctor treated your OWN Pokemon! Is THIS how you thank someone for that? By taking advantage of their kindness?!" Misty added.
"But of course," Jessie replied, nonchalantly.
"And that's why…" James began.
"WE'RE ROTTEN TO THE CORE!" both of them proudly proclaimed.
"Well, they're not wrong about that," Brock commented.
"And now, for our first weapon, specially made for a hospital, the Stretcher Catcher!" James proclaimed, as he and Jessie kicked the stretchers that they were surfing on earlier at the three of them.
"'Stretcher Catchers'?" Lincoln questioned, as the stretchers stood up, with mechanical arms extending from underneath them, and capturing the three of them. However, Lincoln and Misty wound up bound to a single stretcher, with both Lincoln's hands and some of the mechanical arms wrapped around Misty's boobs, much to her embarrassment.
"Grr… It's no good! I can't move!" Brock yelled.
"We have to get loose! We can't let them get away with this!" Lincoln exclaimed.
"If only my hands were free, I could send out one of your Pokemon, Lincoln," Misty said, as she tried to move her hands, which were restrained by the mechanical arms.
"I'd advise against struggling too much. Those arms will only get tighter if you try," James said, as the arms on Lincoln and Misty's stretcher tightened, pulling the white-haired boy into Misty's bosom, much to her embarrassment.
"Stop this right now! There's a lot of Pokemon here that still need to be treated!" Lincoln yelled through Misty's boobs.
"Oh, but of course. We'll naturally treat them AFTER we capture them all!" Jessie proclaimed.
"For once, we're going to get away with a successful heist!" James snickered, as they walked away.
"We've… just… got… to… stop them… somehow!" Misty said, as she kept struggling to get free, which only tightened the arms on her stretcher. As they did, both she and Lincoln noticed dark spots forming on her apron, where her boobs are, with small spurts of a familiar white liquid shooting from them. Misty was completely embarrassed at what was happening right now, for she knew what this meant, "Oh crap!" she squeaked.
"Hang on, you guys!" Brock said, as he got one of his Pokeballs, and released his Graveler, "Graveler, break these stretchers, would you?" he asked. Graveler did so, hammering some heavy Tackle attacks that obliterated the arms, freeing them all. Misty immediately huddled in front of the front counter, trying to keep her newly developed Miltank Syndrome hidden, "Alright, now we can go stop them!" Brock proclaimed.
"Damn it, I knew we forgot something!" Jessie commented, as she and James found themselves surrounded by Chansey and Audino.
"And that one mistake will cost you dearly!" Proctor said, as he made his appearance.
"Doctor Proctor? But I thought you were out with that anesthetic you got injected with?" Lincoln asked.
"Turns out I got it mixed up for a weaker dosage. But enough about that," Proctor replied, turning to the X-Rockets, "I think you three have overstayed your welcome at my hospital. Leave now, or I'll be forced to throw you out myself."
"You stay out of this!" Jessie yelled, throwing an IV bag at him, only for him to quickly slice through it with a scalpel.
"Whoa, he's fast," Lincoln commented.
"Something you should take into account, next time you pick a fight, consider the potential arsenal your opponent might have on them," Proctor said, holding open his lab coat, revealing several scalpels, syringes and surgical scissors. This greatly unnerved the X-Rockets.
"Oh my…" Jessie gulped.
"That's… quite the arsenal," James shuddered.
"No kidding!" Meowth added.
"Now, lets deal with you three! Lapis, send them flying with Psychic!" Lincoln said, sending out Lapis, who used Psychic to hurl the X-Rockets into the air, sending them through the front door, and off into the sky.
"We got away empty handed again, James!" Jessie whined.
"I wish that was something we could treat for at a hospital," James groused.
"All I wish for is my charm!" Meowth cried, as they soon landed hard in a park on the other end of town. Upon the impact, Meowth's charm emerged from his forehead, "Hey, I got my charm back!" he said, sounding dazed.
"How charming," his cohorts grumbled.
Back at the hospital, Lincoln recalled Lapis, as did Brock with Graveler, "Nicely done, Lapis. Take nice long rest," he said, as Lapis was sucked into her Pokeball. Lincoln then turned to Misty, who was still huddled up in front of the front desk, "Misty, are you alright?" he asked.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, but I can't really move right now. It's… too embarrassing," Misty replied, holding her chest close.
"Did something happen? I can help you out," Proctor said.
"Hold on there, Proctor!" a woman's voice said, as several doctors and nurses came in, "I think it would be better for a woman to check this young lady," the lead woman doctor said, sounding stern.
"Hey, I'll have you know that I am a professional! I know NOT to take advantage of my patients!" Proctor proclaimed indignantly.
"Be that as it may, it's clear this girl is too flustered to have a man examine her, so I'll take her for a check up," the woman doctor said, as she led Misty into a private exam room. One of the other doctors that just arrived then looked to Lincoln and Brock.
"As for you two, much like your friend, you've shown great skill with treating these Pokemon. I'd wager you'd both make fine Pokemon Doctors someday," he said.
"Well, that's a good goal, to be sure of, but for right now, I'm just aiming for the Pokemon League," Lincoln replied, rubbing the back of his head.
"And I'm currently training to be a Breeder," Brock added.
"Well, the Pokemon League is quite the goal, to be sure of, but one thing to know about Breeders is that they're almost the same as a Pokemon Doctor, as they both take the health and well being of their Pokemon into account. But you both do as you wish," the doctor said. It was then that Misty came back in her regular attire.
"Well, it would appear that all the stimulation from those awful stretcher devices has caused your friend here to develop Miltank Syndrome rather quickly," the woman doctor said.
"Oh boy, I had a feeling that was the case. What should we do about it?" Lincoln asked.
"Well, early stages of Miltank Syndrome requires that she be milked at least twice a week. But if you want better advice, you should talk to someone who's had Miltank Syndrome for a long time," the doctor replied.
"Well, in any case, the rest of us can take over for you three in helping Proctor with all these Pokemon patients. Thank you three for everything you've done for this place," the female doctor said.
"It was our pleasure," Lincoln replied.
"We were just doing the right thing," Brock replied.
"Thank you for giving us this opportunity for some experience," Misty said, as they exited the hospital, "Well, I better call Mom and let her know what's going on with me," she sighed.
"Well, after you do that, I'll put in a call to someone who might be able to help out with your new… condition," Lincoln said awkwardly, not sure how to phrase Misty's situation, as they continued to walk down the path.
Later that day, at the Maiden's Peak Pokemon Center,
Amber was waiting for Lincoln and Misty to arrive. She was a little nervous about teaching Misty about proper care with Miltank Syndrome, but she knew it was important for her to learn. Soon, a portal opened nearby, allowing Lincoln and Misty to pass through, "We'll see you a little later, Brock!" Lincoln called, as the portal closed up. Both Lincoln and Misty saw Amber standing by the Pokemon Center, "Hey Amber! Thanks for helping us out with this. We really appreciate it," Lincoln said, as the two approached the Hex Maniac.
"It's no problem at all, Lincoln. Now then, lets head to my house so we can talk," Amber said, leading the two down the road. Needless to say, the walk was… awkward. Before long, they were led to a large, modern looking house, "Well, here we are," she said, letting them inside, dropping their shoes by the door.
"This is a nice home you've got here, Amber," Misty commented.
"Thanks. It belongs to my parents, but they're both away on a business trip. Which should help make things less awkward for us," Amber said, leading them downstairs to the basement, where they saw a large milking machine with several tubes attached to it. It didn't take a genius to figure out what those tubes were for, "Alright, for this to work as efficiently as possible, we both have to strip naked," she proclaimed. This caused both Lincoln and Misty to turn bright red in the faces.
"W-W-W-WHAT?! WHY DO WE HAVE TO BE NAKED?!" Misty exclaimed.
"I find it more liberating to be butt naked while I milk myself," Amber replied, as she unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the floor, allowing both younger trainers to take in her awe-inspiring physique. Like most women they've encountered, Amber's body was flawless in every way possible. Each curve, perfect, the sheen on her thunder thighs, magnificent, the way her boobs and butt were spilling out of her light purple lingerie, captivating.
"Whoa, you look amazing, Amber!" Lincoln said, entranced by the Hex Maniac's body. Amber blushed at this compliment.
"Heh, thanks, Lincoln. Now, would you unhook my bra?" she asked, squatting down and moving her hair out of the way. Lincoln saw her bra hooks, struggling to hold in her boobs.
"R-Right…" Lincoln said, as he approached. He grasped the hooks, and unfastened them, causing her bra to fly across the floor by about four feet.
"Ah~ So much better~!" Amber commented, as she stood back up, unaware that Lincoln's hands were positioned perfectly where her panties were, causing the orange clad boy to involuntarily pull down her panties, "Ooh, Lincoln~! You're so naughty~!" she exclaimed happily, as she kicked her panties off to the side.
"Damn, your butt is huge!" Lincoln commented, watching Amber shake her ass around.
"Heh, thanks!" Amber replied, before turning to Misty, who was still blushing feverishly at the scene before her, "Well, what are you waiting for, Misty? Go ahead and strip down and we'll get started!"
"W-W-Well… o-ok," she said, as she began to disrobe herself, taking off her suspenders, followed by her top, revealing a blue, milk-stained bra. She was about to drop her booty shorts, when Lincoln walked over.
"Would you allow me to do this for you?" Lincoln offered, much to Misty's embarrassment, "C'mon, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before. Remember back in Fuchsia City before the big race?"
"R-Right," Misty replied, as she bent over, sticking her butt out. Lincoln unbuttoned her shorts, before pulling them down, causing her butt to jiggle a little. Lincoln took the opportunity to give a gentle yet firm spank, causing Misty to yell out, "Is my ass still to your liking?"
"Oh yeah, it is!" Lincoln replied, as he then undid Misty's bra hooks, causing her bra to fall to the floor, "Alright, you two are completely naked, and looking good all the while! Now what?" he asked.
"Well, first, we need to hook ourselves up to the machine. Fortunately, we clean it up every time we use it, so Misty should have no issues using the other set of pumps," Amber replied, walking over to the machine, taking both sets of pumps, "Now then, we first have to attach them to our nipples," she said, as she handed off the other set to Misty, and was about to attach her own pumps, when Lincoln intervened.
"Hang on Amber, there's something I want to try for you," Lincoln said. Amber looked curious, as did Misty. The Hex Maniac then squatted down again.
"And what might that be?" she asked.
"A little something I learned from Milt," Lincoln said, as he took hold of Amber's boobs, and began to massage them vigorously. Amber was taken aback by this sudden and forward movement, as was Misty.
"Ah~! Lincoln! If you wanted to play with my boobs, all you have to do is ask! AH~!" she cried out in ecstasy, as Lincoln continued his relentless massage.
"Do you think you could do that for me one of these days?" Misty asked, amazed at Lincoln's technique.
"Perhaps. Maybe once you've gotten used to milking yourself," Lincoln replied, as Amber's nipples began to twitch.
"I-I-I think that should do for stimulation!" she cried out, as Lincoln placed the pumps on both hers and Misty's nipples, "N-N-Now, press the green button on that control panel," she instructed, pointing to the control pannel.
"Alright, here goes," Lincoln said, activating the machine, which started sucking on both girl's boobs. Almost instantly, Amber's boobs started giving off tons of milk, which were being distributed to some milk bottles that were in the machine.
"Oh my, I've never given off THIS much milk before! That massage really did the trick!" Amber exclaimed, as she felt her boobs emptying with each passing second. Soon, Misty started to give milk too, which was being emptied out into some glass bottles on her side of the machine.
"This might take some time. Lincoln, if you want to go and train a little bit with Selena, we can handle things from here," Misty said.
"You sure?" Lincoln asked.
"Yeah. We'll be fine," Misty replied.
"Well, alright then," Lincoln replied, before kissing Misty. He then turned to Amber, and gave her a kiss as well, much to her delight, "I'll see you girls in a little bit," he said, giving both of them one last spank before exiting the basement.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Ok, this chapter came a bit slower than most others, but it was worth it in the end! Anyhow, I'll be doing another poll, this time for The Agents of C.H.A.O.S. The topic this time is who will Sticks the Jungle Badger be romantically involved in. The options are Shadow and Tails.
Next up is the Cuteness Division Pokemon Contest of Periwinkle City. Will Selena pull herself together and FINALLY work as a team member? Even I don't know the answer to that!