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Sydney felt woozy, and knew she was in trouble. The ace trainer shook her head, trying to keep awake and focused. She was currently pregnant--again--with pokemon, and a trainer of her stature couldn't afford to take as many sabbaticals as she'd had, especially not all in a row. Thankfully, Tammy had pulled some strings to arrange a series of exhibition matches to be done early on in her pregnancy. The first two had gone on without a hitch.

But right now, it seemed that early pregnancy pains were striking at the worst possible time.

A spurt of nausea pounced and Sydney only just managed to catch herself from staggering sideways. She grit her teeth, trying to focus and power through it. People were doubtless already talking about her thanks to her unexplained absences. She really didn't need the sort of whispers that would come from fainting mid-match!

The match was a double battle, with her teammates Blastoise and Aggron being pitted a rising star, Shara. The younger woman's pokemon of choice were a Persian and a Magneton. Though Sydney's team had the edge, Shara's pokemon were still coordinated and powerful adversaries; and when Aggron and Blastoise temporarily faltered when they noticed that their trainer was going through a troubling patch, that was all the opportunity they needed to press the advantage.

Magneton unleashed a spray of lightning at Blastoise; the shiny pokemon withdrew, sparks dancing at the top of his shell. Persian rushed Aggron. Its furious attacks were all but useless against the great Steel-type's hide, but its main goal wasn't damage--instead, it wanted to stop Aggron from interfering, which it did flawlessly.

The crowd murmured, and Sydney grimaced as she felt her gut twinge, sweat beading on her forehead. Of all the times for her baby to act up...! "B-Blastoise!" she commanded. "Face your cannons northwest, and fire them... now!"

It was a strategy she'd drilled into her team. Withdrawn into his shell and without his feet to anchor him, the force of Blastoise's blasts sent him recoiling, rocketing back right towards Aggron. Despite her ill feeling, Sydney smiled. She could envision what would unfold next. Aggron would catch Blastoise's shell and launch it at Persian, then take advantage of the confusion to pitch a Ground-type attack at Magneton. It would all be flawless...

The Steel-type caught his partner, and just then the twinge in Sydney's gut became beyond problematic. She had a moment of fluttering thought, wryly thinking oh dear to herself, before she collapsed to the battlefield, fainting outright.

She woke blinking in a center, the same nurse as before frowning down at her. Sydney was treated to an earful about overexertion. "Your... eggs are fine, thankfully," the dour woman said, hands on hips. For someone so judgmental about Sydney's proclivities, she'd quickly become Sydney's go-to woman when it came to this sort of thing. "And I've been entrusted with a get-well-soon present from a friend of yours. That rancher?"

"Oh, Alex?" Sydney said, perking up. "He did say something about letting me have one of the Ponyta that Arcanine mothered..."

Was that stoney look on the nurse's face just a touch softer than usual? Regardless, she pulled out a poke ball. "Here. Compliments from the gentleman."

Sydney released it and squealed with delight. The pokemon before her was a female Ponyta, young and spry--and her fire was a beautiful azure blue. The equine pokemon bleated happily and came over to nuzzle Sydney, and the trainer just cooed in response. How kind of Alex to give her a shiny!

"You're so lovely," Sydney said. "Your mother's going to love you. As for a name... let's see, what do you think about 'Sapphire'?" The creature nickered pleasingly and Sydney just smiled. "I thought you might like it. I can't wait to show you your new home." She recalled the pokemon, still smiling.

A clear of the throat reminded Sydney that the nurse was still there. "A very lovely specimen indeed," she said, and Sydney got the sense she meant it. "Still, though! I don't know what you were thinking by pushing yourself in three back-to-back matches in your condition, even early on!"

Matches... that's right, she had collapsed during a match! "Did we win?" Sydney asked.

The nurse just sniffed indignantly, but the door flew open and Tammy rushed in. "Of course you did, silly," she said, holding Sydney's hands tight and going in to rub noses with her. The nurse's eyes trailed from the two women holding hands to Tammy's stomach--itself pregnant with pokemon eggs, and noticeably bigger than Sydney's--and then took her leave with a long-suffering look. "Your plan went off without a hitch," Tammy said. "Blastoise and Aggron pulled through, and right after they were done, Blastoise ran to pick you up. The whole crowd went wild."

Sydney nodded. That was good news, at least. "What are people saying?"

"Honestly?" Tammy said. "They think the league overworked you by scheduling you for three back-to-back matches after you spent so long on hiatus. Your collapse is being written off as mere exhaustion, and the fact you still pulled through to win is actually benefitting your reputation!"

Sydney smiled with relief. That was fortunate. The last thing she needed was people looking into her health. They might put two and two together, like Vion had, and deduce she'd borne nonhuman children...

"Your secret is safe," Tammy said, holding her lover's hands tight. "All of ours are. And hey; when I heard you were close to recuperating, I thought I'd give you a certain treat." When Sydney raised an eyebrow in query, Tammy just giggled and turned her head. "She's ready for you all!" she called out. "Come on in!"

What followed was a veritable stampede of young pokemon. Sydney squealed with delight as the youthful critters poured in and nuzzled her, chittering and chirping and clacking happily. All six of her recent young were here: the brother-and-sister pair of Axew whom she'd called Tusk and Honey; her Fletchling daughter, Arrow; her two Litleo, Brick and Cinder; and her Tyrunt child, Duchess.

"Darlings!" she said with laughter as they crowded her, cooing and chirping happily. "Mommy's fine, I promise!"

"They were quite put out seeing you in trouble on the TV," Tammy teased, resting one hand on her own tummy. "Brick was liable to charge the set before Blaze and Zen stopped him." The Litleo stood proudly, huffing out a growl.

"Naughty boy," Sydney said playfully, reaching out to bop him on the nose. As she did, Arrow flitted down to perch on her shoulder and nuzzle against her, and as Sydney reached up to stroke her daughter's downy feathers, Duchess plodded forward. The stone dragon nosed inquisitively at her chest, which set all the baby pokemon active with excitement.

"If I've been out, I suppose it's been a while since you all have been fed," Sydney said with resignation. "Tammy, could you make sure...?"

"I'll guarantee nobody will interrupt," the bespectacled woman said with a wink. Turning, she left Sydney's room, shutting the door solidly behind her. As soon as she did, Sydney hoisted herself out of her shirt. Her plump, lush breasts, swollen and tender with milk, rested on her chest, and Duchess immediately made for one. The dino pokemon fixed her mouth on her mother's teat with surprising gentility and began to drink from her, and the others crowded around the other.

"Everyone will have a turn," Sydney chided. "Behave yourselves." They settled back, little Honey moving in beside her sister. Sydney leaned back with an appreciative sigh as she gave nourishment to her babies. She'd always thought that training pokemon was her life's calling, but maybe, just maybe, it was mothering them instead.

---

Word of Sydney's miraculous victory even while in an exhaustive spell made its way through the area, trickling down to rural cities and then even out into the wilderness. A certain young man happened to come across a weeks-old article drifting along in the wind and scowled furiously.

Vion had given up everything to ruin that bitch Sydney, and she had the gall, the attitude, to make a comeback after he'd turned her into his team's broodmare? He crumpled the article angrily and threw it into the bushes.

It had been some time since his encounter with Sydney and subsequent escape into the surrounding wilds. His team was powerful, and living off the land had not proven to be a problem. Still, they were all lacking the comforts of civilization, each of them looking dirtier and leaner than when they'd had regular access to things like showers and supermarkets.

Vion could feel his team's seething anger at their circumstances. That wasn't a turn of phrase, either. He came from a lineage of psychics, and while he was nowhere near as powerful as, say, the Gym Leader of Saffron City, he could tune into pokemon's emotional states and get a read on what they were feeling. The ability had only increased since his exile since he'd relied on it more and more.

His team was as dissatisfied as he was. They didn't like being shown up by Sydney either, and they all shared his contempt for females. For Vion and his team, putting Sydney in her place by fucking her full of monster children was well worth the cost of having to flee into the wilds. It was supposed to break her.

Yet here she was, making headlines and thoroughly unbroken.

Vion snarled and tore at a berry that had been roasted over one of Talonflame's fires. It wasn't supposed to be like this! He was supposed to have beaten her--him and his team! Were they really roughing it out in the wild, scavenging and scraping by, for nothing?

Dark thoughts clouded the fugitive's head as he sulked through the wilderness. Almost without intending, he slowly began tracing his way back towards the ranchlands where his hated rival had set up shop. He didn't know what he was going for, but he knew he wanted something. His team accompanied him; by this point almost all of them were outside of their poke balls at any given moment, content to blow off steam on feral pokemon. He wondered vaguely how many female wilds had found themselves carrying the eggs of his team. It had to be more than a few.

Vion's fortunes changed one day when he chanced across an unusual pokemon out in the wilds: a malevolent, hateful Arbok. The trainer's powers let him instantly pick up that this creature was a kindred spirit. Though he normally unleashed his team against any wild foolish enough not to flee, Vion instead offered the Poison-type some food. As the pokemon--which looked somewhat emaciated, like it had been through the wringer--ate, Vion reached out to touch it. When emotional states were in unison between him and a pokemon, sometimes physical contact let him psychically pluck images from their minds; and this Arbok seemed to be as hate-filled as he was right now.

As his touch brushed against the serpent, Vion's mind was filled with sensations, words, and images as the Arbok communicated its loathing to him. The creature had once lorded over a section of the wilderness, gaining a loyal servant and preparing to claim biddable mates, but that had all changed the day that the stupid female trainer had convinced his servant to turn against him. Yes, he hated her and that fiery dog of hers--hated that they'd driven him back even after he'd thoroughly mated the both of them!

That info all snapped into Vion's mind, and he raised his hand from the serpent's hood. He stood and the Poison-type eyed him, giving a warning hiss; in retaliation, Vion's team snarled at him, Beartic chilling the air and Tyranitar stamping his feet against the ground.

"Easy," Vion said. "I think we could all get along." He told Arbok what he and his team had experienced--and then relayed the snake pokemon's problems. By the end, all the pokemon were silent. "I think we can all agree that that stupid whore Sydney and her team are the source of all our troubles." He smiled. Somehow, finding a co-conspirator in this Arbok had energized him. His anger bled into a diabolical eagerness. "But I think I might have a plan to correct that. Are you all interested?"

The pokemon bellowed their approval, Arbok loudest of all. They were done moping about and living off the land. If they were going to give it all up for revenge, then their revenge had to be satisfying!

---

Tammy moaned underneath Sydney, her voice coming in time with the ace trainer's tugs on her breasts. It had been some weeks since the exhibition match and Sydney was visibly along in her pregnancy, round enough that she felt like waddling. Tammy was farther still, only a week or two out from delivery, and she'd taken to whining that her breasts (which had noticeably plumped in size, the nipples darkening) were sore.

Sydney, of course, was more than happy to ease her girlfriend's pains.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck," Tammy said, her voice a lustful rasp. "I... I can't believe you're drinking from me, Sydney..."

Sydney pulled her lips from her girlfriend's teats only to dip her tongue low and play with one of Tammy's swollen nipples. The motion got a whimpering plea from Tammy, begging for more. Sydney smirked and transferred her attentions to Tammy's other breast, eagerly sucking and gulping down milk; she felt the life-giving liquid settle heavy in her belly, the weight a counterpoint to the eggs that Charizard had put in her. Raising her head from Tammy's chest, she smiled at her, her gaze taking in everything from the other woman's curly hair to her tightly strained stomach to the tiny trickle of milk streaming down her chest.

"You look great like this, Tammy," Sydney said. "I think I like you this way."

If possible, Tammy somehow blushed even more. "I mean... I could, um, probably arrange to have more pokemon babies, if you're okay with that..."

"You'd get yourself knocked up for my sake? How delightful," Sydney purred. She fell in alongside Tammy and the two of them spent some minutes in a passionate makeout session.

When it was over, Sydney nuzzled the other woman, stroking Tammy's tight belly. "So you really think we shouldn't answer the League's summons? It seemed like they wanted to talk over future matches with me."

"I don't know," Tammy said, sounding doubtful. "I knew the League was planning on reaching out eventually, but not this soon. I... I think some of them might suspect our conditions," she continued, sweeping a hand over her tummy uncertainly.

"Well, that takes away a reason to not go in person if they already know," Sydney said. "Plus since I collapsed in that last match and the League got blamed, I can see them wanting to smooth things over sooner rather than later."

"Makes sense," Tammy said with a sigh. "The timing just feels off."

"Look," Sydney said, "I'll bring Charizard and Arcanine with me--and if you're that worried, you can come too."

Tammy blushed. "You'd really have me?"

Sydney just smirked and firmly kissed her. "Oh, I'll have you alright," she said when the kiss was done, and then dipped her head down between Tammy's legs.

Neither of them got that much sleep that night.

---

The meeting place decided on by the League's summons was in a forest a fair bit beyond Sydney's ranchland. This wasn't owned by anyone; this was true wilderness. Though Tammy still expressed reservations, Sydney appreciated the clandestine choice. Were she to walk into the local offices while pregnant and a paparazzo catch a picture of her, that could torpedo her career. Better to meet someplace away from prying eyes.

The meadow was vast, more a field than anything; she'd been in professional stadiums with less space. Arcanine barked happily and frolicked through the grass while Charizard chuffed and flapped his wings lazily. Sydney found herself amused that she'd beaten the League officials here.

"Now we wait," she said.

But only a few minutes after arriving, the mother-to-be found herself overcome with apprehensive feelings. She thought she saw strange shapes flitting in the gaps between the trees, and Arcanine was nosing the air as if searching for an old, half-forgotten scent.

Finally, the hairs on the back of her neck could rise no more, and she stood up. "C'mon, Tammy, let's get out of here."

The other woman looked at her funny. "But you were the one who wanted to come here!"

"I changed my mind," Sydney said, heeding the mounting apprehension in her heart. "Now let's--"

But her words died. Two shapes emerged out from the forest, both of them cruel-looking and familiar. Sydney swallowed. She'd been made to carry both their children. Vion's Pyroar and Talonflame.

Charizard roared in fury and Arcanine set a bark in alarm, and more shapes emerged from amidst the trees, penning them into the meadow. The team was all here; Haxorus and Tyrantrum, Beartic and Tyranitar. And from the far end of the meadow came the man himself; Sydney's voice caught when she saw who was slithering alongside him: the very Arbok she's rescued Blastoise from. It had to be.

Oh, this was bad. Charizard and Arcanine were both powerful pokemon, but Sydney doubted even they could win a seven-on-two matchup. What was worse was that while it could theoretically be possible for Charizard to fly off with either Tammy or Sydney herself on his back, that would still leave the other woman, alongside Arcanine, penned in and vulnerable to Vion's predations.

Tammy clutched her arm, looking terrified. Charizard and Arcanine both fell in alongside them, each pokemon's mouth glowing with flame as they readied for battle. They knew just as well as their trainer that they were outmatched, but they each loved her, and they weren't going to give her up without a fight.

Vion smirked triumphantly. "Finally," he said, his voice icy and mocking. "The gang's all here." His eyes all but gleamed with malice. "Let's make this right, shall we?"