FSE

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I sat at my desk twirling a pen in my fingers and neglecting the report in front of me. It was a slow day, I hadn't even needed to oversee any tests. I tried pacing the carpet for a moment, tried opening a few textbooks. Advanced Breeding Theories and Practices; Dragon-Type Sociology; Humans and Pokémon in History and Literature. I never even got through the first pages without throwing the heavy books back on their shelves. I stared over Lumiose City from my office window, witnessing a spectacularly ordinary sunset and the cabs traversing the cobblestone streets. At this point I was running low on energy, I was bored, and most aggravating, I was horny.

God dammit.

It was the job, I swear. I mean, other jobs have high stress and suicide rates or physical danger involved, so I guess some arousal wasn't the worst worst thing that Team Violet did to a person. It's not like I was the first to feel this way either. I've walked in on scientists and grunts trying to sneak in a quickie during their shifts, and I've even seen a few male employees with their dicks buried in a Gardevoir or Lopunny. I sighed in frustration as these images filled my head, making my problem worse. I squeezed my legs together, suddenly aware of my entire body and my increasing wetness.

I can't function like this, I thought in defeat. I rose from my chair and pulled my lab coat over my shoulders and left the office, making my way to the elevator. Once there I descended to the basement beneath the art museum and got off on the enclosure floor. Here there were habitats for Pokémon that were recovering from wounds, breeding, laying eggs, or simply opposed to the confinement of a Pokéball. If this were still Team Rocket, I was sure we would have forced the latter kind of Pokémon to stay in their balls by use of torture, overexposure, or confining harnesses. But at Team Violet, we believed in the general comfort of our Pokémon partners. And they really were partners, co-workers even. They deserved comfort and stability. Our relationship with our Pokémon is much more intimate than that of Team Rocket.

Please excuse the pun.

It was quiet here, save the few cries of Pokémon from inside their habitats. There were no workers in site, it was dinner hour and I was the only human around. It was best that way, even though I funded this whole thing I'd rather not have everyone know my private life. I flashed my keycard at a door midway down the hall marked "ZEBSTRIKA (CHARGER)" and entered.

The Zebstrika stood just a little shorter than me, but he was a large creature. He had powerful legs and a firm body, and fierce eyes that pierced my gaze. When he recognized me, however, he turned happy and whinnied cheerfully. He was a mischievous Pokémon, and was one of the rare ones who hated Pokéballs more than anything. He was loyal though, and had been an invaluable asset to Team Violet. And he assisted me on personal projects from time to time.

"Hey there, Charger," I said sweetly, shedding my lab coat and laying a hand on his nose. He nuzzled against it and said his biological name in reply. "Are you lonely down here?" I asked, tugging off my articles of clothing until I was bare. "I'm lonely too."

Alright, I know what you're thinking. I'm intelligent, I'm somewhat charming, I'm sure as hell rich, so why don't I find pleasure in a man? I could come up with a thousand reasons and still look like a pervert, so I'll just stick with the fact that I'm married to my work in more ways than one.

I got on my knees beneath his body, rubbing his stomach along his lightning-bolt patterned fur. It tingled with static electricity beneath my touch. Between his legs rested his dark sheath and leathery scrotum, both innocent and unassuming.

"You're cute when you're small," I teased, cupping my hands around the orbs and resting a kiss on his sheath. His tennis ball-sized testicles were warm and round, and as I massaged them Charger huffed quietly. These were motions that had been gone through before, and he was excited to commence. His shaft began to emerge, mottled black and white and growing by the second. My hands moved to stroke up and down his shaft, drawing it out from its hiding place. Like his fur it tingled with a slight charge, and was hot with blood and desire.

"That's more like it," I admired with a blush. He was almost as long as my entire arm, and his rounded head had a bold flare characteristic of his species. A hand slipped between my legs and I touched against my sex, already wet and slippery. I crawled further beneath him and placed a wet kiss against where his cock met his balls, then trailed my tongue up his shaft. He smelled of musk and testosterone which furthered my own arousal. When my tongue arrived his head I licked over and inside his slit, now dripping with precum.

"You're always so fast to harden..." I cooed, taking his head in my mouth and pressing it against my cheek. Charger whinnied softly and rocked forward gently in reaction, releasing tiny volts of energy against my tongue. If it was my first time with him I may have gagged, but I made mistakes only once. I rested a hand against his veiny member and gripped down, sliding up and down. I took as much of him in my maw as possible, suckling here and pressing my tongue there and continuing where his reactions were strongest.

While I serviced the Zebstrika my free hand found its way back to my gushing pussy where I rubbed my clit in small circles desperately. With him filling my mouth completely I moaned unintentionally, urging my fingers to move faster while I jacked the horse off. Charger was becoming restless and began bucking, seeming to forget I was not a Zebstrika pussy but a human mouth. Taking him into my throat I gave him what he needed until he gave one last push, releasing a torrent of thick cum just as I hit my climax.

I would have moaned again if I could, but it was all I could do to resist drowning in the assault of semen pouring into me. I drank down as much as I could, taking in the static charge and thick flavor before I had to finally break off. He continued ejaculating in generous spurts, painting my face and breasts white with sticky fluid. My fingers were buried inside me, riding out my own wet orgasm. My vagina pulsed and clenched against my fingers as I gasped for breath, red in the face and sweating slightly. Finally I smiled and crawled out from beneath him and rubbed his nose gently.

"Thanks for the mess, Charger," I said, brushing a purple lock out of my face. "It seems you enjoyed yourself thoroughly."

"Zebstrika!" he seemed to laugh, pushing his head hard against my palm. I shook my head and walked over his bathing station, running warm water down from the ceiling.

"You're lucky you're such a gentleman," I chided over to him while I rinsed his seed off my body. It came off easily with the shampoo designed for him, a discovery I had made long ago on one a similar escapade. When my hair and body were clean and fresh, I turned off the water and dried off with a nearby towel. Walking back to Charger, I retrieved my clothes and coat, and set to dressing myself.

"Be a good boy," I smirked, opening the door to his habitat. He nickered in understanding and bowed his head as I left.

Back to work.

"You're late, Tenna," grumbled the lanky dark-haired man as I passed through the doorway. He wore his heavy overcoat open, showing the typical grunt button-up that he had added white suspenders to. "I paged you six times."

"Calm down, Coel," I said indifferently, walking past him briskly. "I was showering, if you couldn't tell." My hair was still wet from my cleanup efforts earlier, laying damp on my shoulders and dripping onto my jacket occasionally.

"And according to my schedule," I went on, making a show of scanning the sheet on my clipboard, "I have no business with Muscle Admin Coel Erickson today. What's so important that needed my notice?"

He walked along side me towards The Vault, ice-blue eyes turning in my direction. "An infiltration. And an attempted burglary. They nearly got away too, we were lucky to catch her when we did."

"Burglary?" I raised an eyebrow. "What did they try to take?"

"Some accounting and managing files, as well as a case of TMs."

"Team Flare?"

He snorted. "If it was Flare you would have heard about it by now, considering how those flashy bastards operate."

"That doesn't help us," I glared at him. "That means we know less. Have you been interrogating them?"

"Of course," his frown deepened, holding open a door for me. "My Jolteon has been delivering Thunder Wave charges to the prisoner's entire body for ten minutes." We passed into The Vault, a room similar to The Field if The Field was charcoal grey and looked over many holding cells via an enormous glass window. Grunts worked here primarily when they weren't doing jobs in the city, and they stood at attention when Coel and I passed. My fellow admin lead me to the lift rig and elevated us to the second level of cells, where we walked to the centermost holding area. Inside was Coel's Jolteon, sending minor electric shocks into the body of a naked woman strapped to an upright table. Her face was contorted in discomfort, her chestnut hair standing on end from the static charge.

Coel pressed the intercom button on the panel beside the door and spoke. "Enough, Jolteon," resulting in a perk from the Pokémon's yellow ears and its ceased attack. The woman relaxed her body and looked toward where we stood. "Fleur, this is a partner of mine," he continued, addressing the woman. She looked to be around my age and had a rugged and toned frame. Her breasts were small and heaved with each breath she took, and when she heard Coel's voice her hands balled into fists. "You should consider telling us who you work for, between myself and the woman next to me we have enough creativity to get the answer out anyway."

She laughed, struggling in her restraints. "Fuck you," she said, unable to hide the shaking in her voice. "And fuck her, too."

I turned to Coel, pushing his hand away from the intercom button. "All you managed to get out of her was her name? Why hasn't she cracked to Thunder Wave yet?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "Her name might not even be real."

"Well, what do you know about her for sure?" I asked, adjusting my glasses.

"Just that she wore one of our uniforms during her escape, what she tried to steal, and the Pokémon she tried to use to assault our grunts," Coel listed, burying his hands in his pockets. "We don't yet know how she got in."

"Which Pokémon did she use?"

"Electabuzz, Manectric, and Luxray. They've been confiscated, obviously."

As I listened to him and looked to Fleur, to the Jolteon pacing around her ankles, and back to Fleur. "Of course Thunder Wave didn't work," I realized. "All her Pokémon are electric-type, she has to be used to electricity as a result of training. And from the look of her body, she probably trains a lot." I turned to Coel. "Your Jolteon has just been teasing her. If you want to get her to talk, use a ground-type. She'll be naturally uneasy around them, given her constant type disadvantage."

Coel's eyes widened in understanding, then he groaned and brought his fingers to the keyboard on the panel. "You talk too much," he complained, typing quickly. "It's a shame you're not the one we're interrogating."

"Barbarian," I hissed at him. "Call your damn Jolteon back."

He unlocked the glass door and opened it, pointing a Pokéball at Jolteon and absorbing it back within. "Last chance, Fleur," he said quietly, walking up to her and fixing the ball to the inside of his jacket. "We've just figured you out." She spat at him in response. "Your loss," he shrugged, turning to exit the room. "Hope you're not a virgin."

As the door closed Coel flipped a switch on the panel and Fleur's restraints broke away, dropping the woman to the floor. She stumbled but landed on her feet, then rushed at the the door and banged on it with her fist. We ignored her as Coel entered a command into the keyboard and executed it. Moments later a Pokéball rolled its way to the far side of the room from a clear tube and released its prisoner into the room in a flash of light.

"KING!" it roared from the center of the cell. Fleur froze and turned slowly to face the monster that stood before her, large, purple, spiny and powerful. It was one of our Nidokings, glaring down the woman with cold ferocity and sporting a massive erection. His cock was redder than his skin tone with a harsh taper, and his large balls swung with each slow step he took towards the woman.

"Did you administer any pheromone vapor?" I asked, watching the scene calmly.

"No need," Coel answered, withdrawing a cigarette and lighting it with a match. "It's mating season for Nidoking and Nidoqueen, he's horny enough. Any more stimulation would rip her to pieces."

"You are a barbarian," I shook my head. Fleur cried out as one of Nidoking's clawed hands gripped her arm.

"Please," Coel snorted, blowing smoke. "I read you Ivysaur report. You're lucky that journalist is still in one piece."

He had a point. "You shouldn't smoke in here, in any case," I retorted. "Show some class." The Nidoking had completely restrained the struggling woman and now held her over his dripping cock. The size comparison was apparent, his full erection was as long as her toes to her knee, and as thick as her thigh at its widest point. Coel took one last drag on the cigarette before dropping it to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot just as Fleur was thrust down onto the massive cock.

She screamed out loudly as Nidoking gave another roar, driving his tapered member into her body. Her pussy took more inside, stretching wider to accommodate the Pokémon's absurd girth. Tears fell from her face and she tried to struggle, but she was no match for the creature's brute strength. The Nidoking dragged her body up and thrust back in, sinking deeper with each motion.

"King! King! Nidoking!" the Pokémon grunted with each thrust into the woman's too-small opening. Fleur grunted too, a mixture of pain, shame, and stimulation that came out as choked sobs and gasps. Nidoking was picking up speed, shoving her on and off his red cock in quick motions. Fleur was about halfway down his length, about nine inches, and getting deeper by the second. In one last push Nidoking roared again and held Fleur close to his body as his cum began to pour out of her abused hole. Fleur let out a long moan, most likely from the extra inch inside her and slight relief from the warm fluid gushing out of her. Just as quickly as he came Nidoking lifted the woman off his slick penis and placed her on the floor, allowing more pearly white fluid to flow out of her gaping passage. Coel pressed pressed a button and Nidoking was gone, back into the Pokéball and traveling to a different area of the building.

"So?" he said, turning on the intercom. "I didn't catch who you worked for or why they had you steal files and TMs." He waited a moment, only met with Fleur's crying and gasping. "We have plenty more Nidokings if you need your memory restored." Her eyes went wide and she looked up at us in desperation. Then she told us everything.

"Coffee?" I asked Coel, pouring dark steaming liquid into my mug.

"No thanks," he answered while sitting at a table in the break room. "I hear it does more bad than good to your body."

"Unlike cigarettes?" I stirred milk and sugar into my cup. He didn't answer. "So," I continued, taking a seat at the table and sipping from the mug, "another crime syndicate?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," Coel sighed, resting his forehead in his hands. "Separate gangs always make runs for power at the same time. And it's easy to go unnoticed with Team Flare causing so much trouble."

I nodded, as that was Team Violet's cover as well. "But why TMs?" I asked. "Why ours?"

Coel shrugged. "I guess they don't have many resources, or just wanted ours. Fleur didn't even know, and she sang like a bird after Nidoking was done with her." We sat quietly, me sipping my coffee and Coel staring into space.

"Do you think we're better than Team Rocket ever was?" I asked.

"What is this, performance review?" he groaned. I shook my head. "It's too early to tell, Tenna," he said after a moment of thought. "In terms of working conditions, we're better. In terms of worker relations, we're better. In terms of uniform," he glanced down at the clothes he wore, "we're better. I was a grunt in Team Rocket and you were a scientist, and now we're admins and play by our own rules. Kalos has a lot of potential and money, and we're just scratching the surface.

"Morally," he went on, "I'm not the right person to ask if we're better. I spend a lot of my day commanding Pokémon to rape people or stimulate them to the point of madness. But upstairs, people pay us to feel something they couldn't have anywhere else. I'm sure your department is making huge breakthroughs as well. But overall, it's just too early to tell."

I listened to his words and drained my coffee, setting the mug on the table. "And you say I talk too much," I sighed, turning to leave. "Send me a copy of the interrogation report, will you?" I asked.

He nodded. "As you wish. Have a good night, Tenna."

"You too, Coel."