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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Gen
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters:_X_&_Y_|_Pokemon_X_&_Y_Versions, Pocket_Monsters_|
      Pokemon_-_All_Media_Types
  Character:
      Original_Male_Character(s), Original_Female_Character(s), Metamon_|_Ditto
  Additional Tags:
      Hentai, Smut, Inflation, Tentacle_Sex
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      Published: 2016-08-25 Words: 5147
****** Phoenix Down ******
by Vampcoffee
Summary
     Sybrell is a young pokémon trainer and a member of Team Phoenix. When
     she and a fellow trainer cross paths with Team Ashwake, she is
     captured and taken to a laboratory. Sybrell has something special
     about her and the way she bonds with pokémon and Team Ashwake has a
     unique method of finding what exactly her secret is.
Noon was turning into evening in the glittering city known as Lumiose. The
streets took on their familiar glow in the afternoon hours, however, the
famously vibrant nightlife of the City of Lights had yet to truly begin. A
young, light-skinned teen girl walked down one of these dazzling streets headed
for an outing with her Whimsicott hugged closely to her chest. She had curly
bronze hair and wore a fiery orange dress shirt and equally bright skirt that
stopped about mid-thigh. A golden wing insignia on her breast pocket marked her
as a member of Team Phoenix, as did the orange scarf around her neck, adorned
with golden feathers.
Sybrell was her name and, though she was among the newer members of the team,
she still wore her uniform with pride. Though, this particular departure from
headquarters was social, not business. Sybrell hailed a cab upon reaching a
street corner and requested to go to the coffee shop across town. Once the cab
pulled off, Whimsicott leaped out of Sybrell's arms to glance out of the
window. It whistled at the trainer.
“Celeste said I could go out tonight,” Sybrell said with a sigh, as if she had
explained this before. “The others are still looking for Ho-oh; I'll help when
I get back.”
“Whimsiii...,” Whimsicott cooed.
“What do you mean?” Sybrell asked her pokémon. “It won't take that long.”
“Cott,” Whimscott countered.
“I'm not going to like him!” Sybrell screamed. She cleared her throat and
returned to normal volume. “Why would I?”
The cab stopped and the driver alerted Sybrell of their arrival. Sybrell looked
up to see a dark-skinned trainer inside the shop and one of his pokémon. She
could not tell what pokémon it was, but she felt this was the person who called
for her.
“The trainer from Mount Ardent,” Sybrell mouthed. She quickly smoothed out her
skirt, paid the driver, then took Whimsy in her arm and exited the car. She
shut the door behind her and then walked toward the cafe as the car drove off.
Sybrell walked from the paved brick of the street into the coffee shop where
the other trainer was waiting. He was kneeling to feed a bit of food to his
Umbreon. He looked up upon sensing Sybrell's presence then stood and his
Umbreon leaped up to his shoulders effortlessly.
“What's up?” he asked casually, offering a hand. He scanned Sybrell. “Hope you
didn't get all dressed up for me.”
“Oh, uh, hi,” Sybrell stumbled. She shifted Whimsy into one arm and shook hands
with the other. In that second she noticed his gloved hand, black beanie, red
camouflage shirt, and black cargo shorts. At his comment on her own clothes she
looked down at her Phoenix outfit then back up at him. “You don't like it?”
“Nah, it's cool,” he said. “I just thought you'd be a little laid-back
tonight.” He scratched under his Umbreon's chin but the Dark pokémon's red eyes
remained fixed on Sybrell. “I'm Qumar,” he said.
“My name is Sybrell,” Sybrell returned. “This is Whimsy, my Whismicott,” she
said, holding up her cotton pokémon. It squealed at the male trainer. “What is
your Umbreon called?”
Qumar shrugged. “Just 'Umbreon'.”
“He doesn't have a nickname?” Sybrell asked.
“Sometimes I call him Moonborn, Night Lord of the Eternal Dark,” Qumar said,
smirking. An awkward few seconds passed where Sybrell gave a confused look.
“That's a joke,” he added.
“Oh, of course,” Sybrell said with a nervous laugh. “Silly me.” She felt a
faint warmth come to her face. Was she blushing?
“Don't worry about it,” Qumar said. “You want a drink? Coffee, latte... ?”
“Um, sure, a latte would be fine,” Sybrell said.
She sat at the booth nearest to her and watched Qumar walk across the shop to
the counter to order some drinks. When she looked back to the table she meet
with the blood red eyes of his Umbreon who had curled up to lie on the table in
front of her, staring. Sybrell swallowed, something about the black, cat-like
pokémon made her uneasy. Fortunately it did not take long for Qumar to return.
“Umbreon, why you mean-muggin'?” Qumar asked. His Umbreon stood and moved
further down the table then sat on its hind legs. Qumar placed Sybrell's drink
on the table then sat down across from her, his own drink in hand. “So,
Sybrell...” he began. “You're one of the grunts I battled on Mount Ardent
yesterday? Team...”
“Phoenix,” Sybrell informed. “Team Phoenix. I'm not a grunt, I'm a recruit,”
she corrected.
“You're a grunt,” Qumar insisted. “What were you doing up there anyway?
Something about a magma-radio-detection-something?”
“We were testing the lava to see if Ho-oh had been there recently,” Sybrell
said.
“Ho-oh? The legendary bird from Kanto?” Qumar asked. He tilted his head,
thinking. “Huh, that makes sense, Ho-oh, fire bird, Team Phoenix...”
“Yeah, we're looking for Moltres and Ho-oh,” Sybrell said.
“And why is that?”
“We see them as symbols of hope and we want to bring that hope to the rest of
the world,”
“Oh, okay,” Qumar said. “So you don't want to free all pokémon from their
trainers or completely unmake the universe?” The teams Qumar had encountered in
the past were all either crazy, dangerous, or both. This one seemed much less
disastrous.
“No, nothing like that,” Sybrell said. “We just want to make life better for
people and pokémon.”
“Sounds all well and good...” Qumar began, “...but what's the catch?”
Sybrell cocked her head. “The catch?”
“You burn people as offerings to your bird-god?” Qumar asked.
“No, oh my gosh!” Sybrell rejected.
“You burn pokémon as offerings to your bird-god?” he went on.
Again, Sybrell shook her head in denial. “Of course not!”
“You burn-”
“We don't burn anything,” Sybrell interjected. “We don't do offerings. Ho-oh is
not our god,” she said before falling silent for a moment. “Though, if there
was a catch-”
Before Sybrell could finish that statement, a Sludge Bomb crashed through the
front of the shop and exploded. A shower of poisonous ooze shattered all of the
windows of the cafe and doused nearby people with vile toxins.
“Oh shit!” Qumar jumped up from the booth and pulled a pokeball from his waist
as another blast went off at the front of the shop. It was a Smokescreen this
time, casting a thick, black shroud of smoke into the coffee shop.
Sybrell joined Qumar in standing from the table and reaching for a pokeball as
two figures in tattered, dark gray coats emerged from the screen, a Weezing
floating over one of their shoulders. “Team Ashwake,” she said.
Qumar turned to her. “Team who?” he asked.
“They're leftovers from Team Flare,” Sybrell explained.
“Then what are you, Phoenix?” the Ashwake member asked. “Do not pretend we
don't share the same origin.”
“You have lost sight of Lysandre's dream,” Sybrell said, speaking with newfound
authority. “Where he failed, we will succeed and where he was selfish, we will
accept all,” she declared. “All except you, anyway.”
“Lysandre is gone and his dream of a perfect world is dead,” the opposing
member announced. “If we can't have our world, then no one can.”
“Great,” Qumar groaned, rolling his eyes at the melodrama of the two teams. “As
if one team wasn't enough trouble.”
“We have no quarrel with you trainer, we've only come for the girl,” the
shorter of the two Ashwakers offered.
“Shut up,” Qumar ordered, ignoring the opportunity to save himself. Team
Ashwake. More like Team Assface. “Go, Umbreon!”
“Suit yourself,” the Ashwake member said. He raised a purple-black pokeball and
clicked on the button to release a Golurk.
“Whimsicott, return,” Sybrell, said. “Come out, Vaporeon!”
With a gesture, the first Ashwake member sent his Weezing into the fray. In the
next moment the four trainers all shouted moves at each other and a fierce
clashing erupted between their pokémon. Over the course of the battle, Qumar
sent out a Gliscor and a Luxray while Sybrell sent out a Raichu and a
Fletchinder after her Vaporeon went down before they both ran out of usable
pokémon. The team Ashwake members still had a Haunter and a Mightyena even
after Sybrell sent out her prized Fletchinder, a pokémon bred and given to her
by Team Phoenix Leader Celeste herself.
There was supposedly something special about her and the connection she would
make with this pokémon. However, that strength had not prevailed today. Qumar,
out of usable pokémon, ran towards the Haunter. Brave, but ultimately futile as
the ghost used Hypnosis and forced him to sleep. Qumar collapsed on the tile
floor of the coffee shop and Sybrell found herself utterly alone as the dark
smoke from the initial attack started to drift closer towards her, surrounding
her, choking her.
She knelt down to her fainted Fletchinder and begged for him to get up, to
continue the fight. The pokémon did not respond.
“We gave your friend the chance to run,” one of the Ashwake members said as
they stalked towards her. “This is just between you and us.”
Sybrell returned her Fletchinder, knowing she was beaten. Though there was
still hope. “Phoenix Leader Celeste will find out what you did here,” she told
them. “You won't get away with this.”
The Team Ashwake members smirked at Sybrell, amused more than intimidated.
“We'll see about that,” one of them said. He pointed and Sybrell watched his
Haunter drift forward, ghostly hands and piercing eyes creeping closer to her
until she saw a wave of energy beam towards her. An instant later she saw
nothing at all...
From blackened numbness, Sybrell woke to find herself lying on a hard metal
floor, goosebumps rising from her skin where her flesh met the cold slate. A
fog hung in her mind as she strained to move, sit up, and look around. Her
blurred vision scarcely made out hard-edged, metallic forms along the walls.
She heard the soft whir of machinery and figured that she was in a laboratory
of some sort. Sybrell shifted so that she was sitting on the floor then patted
her side.
“My pokémon...” she said. Her pokeballs were gone, to be expected.
“Finally, you're awake,” a gravely voice sounded above her. “I'll have to tell
Mavren to teach his Haunter some restraint.”
Sybrell looked up to see an octagon of steely walls with cameras and testing
implements all around her. Above her there was an observation window where
three Team Ashwake members were standing.
It was the two from the coffee shop and a third member with a purple coat and a
Nidoking by his side. “Are you... Ash Chief Randesyl?” Sybrell asked. She had
heard of the Team Ashwake leader and his Nidoking but never had she seen him in
person.
“I am,” Randesyl confirmed. “The burden rests on me to ruin others as they have
ruined us.”
“That's not right!” Sybell shouted, pointing up at the observation area.
“Shouldn't you want a better world, not a worse one?”
Randesyl gave a joyless laugh. “Such altruism,” he groaned. “The so-called
heroes of Kalos could not accept that we were better than them. This is how
truly low we've fallen.”
“No,” Sybrell rejected, slowly getting to her feet. “That doesn't make sense.”
The leader sneered. “I wouldn't expect you to understand, Phoenix.” He looked
down at Sybrell from his position in the observation room. “What matters now is
the rumors of a 'unique power' you share with that wretched Celeste.” With
that, Randesyl gestured to his underlings. “Bring in the professor.”
Sybrell squinted up to the observation room to see Professor Sycamore be
brought into the control room, bruised and bloody all over.
“Professor...” Sybrell mouthed. She though back her first day as a trainer.
Professor Sycamore had given her an Eevee as a starter.
“I'm sorry...” Professor Sycamore said. He stepped to the controls and began
typing on the keyboard connected to the main computer.
“Don't be so down, Professor,” Randesyl said. He slapped a hand on the
professor's shoulder. “It's for science.”
“What are you doing?” Sybrell asked. She took a step backward and then whirled
around, looking for an exit.
The professor clicked more buttons but his hesitance clearly communicated he
was not doing this willingly. “I have altered a group of five Ditto by changing
their natures to Adamant, making them more aggressive,” he explained. “I have
also enhanced their capacity to expand, given them the power to combine at
will, and outfitted them with a synthetic analysis gel,” he went on.
“Why?” Sybrell cried as she desperately scanned the containment area she was
in. There were several sliding doors in the area. She ran to the nearest one.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Team Ashwake seems to think you have a special power that works with certain
Fire and Flying type pokémon,” Sycamore said, Randesyl nodding in agreement.
“The Ditto will interact with you, explore you, stimulate you, and then
transform into you,” the professor said regretfully. “From this copy, they will
be able to learn what exactly this ability is and where it comes from.”
As Sycamore went on, Sybrell tried to escape. However, she could did not know
the electronic code and could not physically pry the polished steel door open.
“Stimulate me?” she asked, that phrasing perhaps being the most worrying of
them all.
“Yes, well, for Ditto to transform into a human, it must become more...”
Professor Sycamore paused to find the right word. “...intimately aware of the
subject.”
“You're sick!” Sybrell screamed. She ran to the next door and found it was
locked electronically just like the first.
“My apologies,” Professor Sycamore said. “If I had any other options-”
“Yes, yes, that's all quite nice,” Randesyl interrupted. “Condolences and
such.” The Team Ashwake leader folded his arms. “Is everything ready?”
Professor Sycamor nodded. “Preparations are complete, yes.”
“Good,” Randesyl turned to look at Sybrell, glaring at her from high in the
observation room above. “Let's begin.”
One of the locked doors slid open and the five Ditto the Professor mentioned
crawled into the room. Sybrell felt a shiver on her skin just from looking at
the odd, pink pokémon. She stood still at the far wall and hoped they would not
detect her. Of course, the augmented Ditto did eventually find her, their beady
eyes training on her blankly. Upon seeing her they reacted rapidly, the
individual Ditto joining to form a single, monstrous form. Sybrell watched the
free-form creature expand as described to reach a staggering size and mass. It
no longer had a face, it was simply a towering, writhing mass of pink,
plasticine flesh. Upon finishing its ghastly transformation, it approached her.
“Follow the Phoenix,” Sybrell whispered, bracing herself.
A tendril of pink flesh extended from the enormous blob and reached toward
Sybrell. She ducked under the appendage and tried to run. Another prehensile
arm shot out of the mass and caught Sybrell before she could get away, though
the room was still locked anyway, making it only a matter of time before the
Ditto conglomerate had her in its formless grasp. It wrapped a thick strand of
its pink matter around Sybrell's waist and dragged her closer where another
coiled around her chest under her arms. Sybrell stumbled in the creatures hold
as it pulled her in, struggling to get free to no avail.
Once she was within a few feet of the overgrown Ditto, Sybrell felt the two
limbs loosen around her. However, two more joined in molesting her, tugging on
the gold and orange clothes she wore. Still, she tried pulling the tentacles
off of her, delaying the assault but ultimately wasting her energy. Another
pair of tentacles seized her arms and pulled them high over her head, nearly
lifting her off her feet.
The spindly limbs of the Ditto crept along her tight thighs and petite hips as
she squirmed uselessly, her short skirt doing little to keep the monster at
bay. Sybrell felt the Ditto's arms snake under her shirt as well and brush
against the swell of her modest breasts. From there, the Ditto slithered into
her panties and its tentacles brushed the sensitive skin of Sybrell's crotch.
“No!” Sybrell screamed. She began kicking at the Ditto. “Let me go!”
The Ditto produced even more amorphous arms to coil around Sybrell's lower legs
to further restrict her movement. Yet, she still thrashed as the blob's limbs
violated her private areas, touching and brushing places it shouldn't be
anywhere near. They groped her all over from her neck and chest to her stomach
and back, and even her butt and thighs. The repulsive, unwanted contact
nonetheless caused her body to react with arousal. She was blushing and
breathing quickly after only a few moments because of the Ditto's ability to
touch her in so many places at once.
“Looks like she's enjoying it,” Randesyl muttered to the captive professor.
“What, no, stop this!” Sybrell pleaded. “I'll tell you whatever you want! I'll
tell you about my special power.”
“The special power you don't even know how to use?” Randesyl asked. He shook
his head. “I don't believe that for one second.”
The tendrils beneath Sybrell's clothing gripped the fabric around her body,
pinching and coiling to get a firm hold. Afterward, the long, bendy limbs
pulled away from her with a shocking amount of force. The buttons of her shirt
popped loose, the clasps of her belt and her bra broke apart, her skirt ripped
up the side and her panties were reduced shreds of white lace. Sybrell screamed
as her clothes were violently destroyed in one swift action. Torn bits of gold
and orange rained around her to the cold metal floor below like the fiery
feathers of a certain mythical bird.
“Phoenix down...” Sybrell thought. It was the codeword Team Phoenix used when
one of their members were injured in the field. Sybrell had yet to be
physically injured but the term still seemed brutally fitting in that moment.
With its prey hanging naked in its grasp, Sybrell's arms and legs secured with
no ability to resist, the Ditto flexed the other tentacles it used to remove
her clothes and then returned them to Sybrell's body. One by one they wrapped
around her neck, her breasts, and her thighs. The other Ditto arms raised
Sybrell's legs and spread them wide open as she hung from the tendrils that
were holding her up by her arms.
Sybrell watched the creature pull her legs nearly as far apart as they would go
and position one of its many tentacles between them. Her brow furrowed and her
lips parted, voicing a single, silent question; Why? Of course, the Ditto had
no answer; it was only doing as it had been programmed. The tentacle nearest
her vagina, thicker than the rest, inched towards her and pressed up against
her opening. It was secreting the clear, slimy 'analysis gel' the Professor
spoke of. Sybrell whimpered from the contact and shut her misty eyes. The pink
appendage was smooth and flesh-like but surprisingly firm as it poked around
her lips and clitoris. Touching of her nerve center made Sybrell gasp but she
kept her eyes closed, trying to think of something, anything, else.
Finally the Ditto slid the tendril into her folds and penetrated her. Sybrell's
breath hitched in her throat from the burst of sensation that tore through her.
It flooded her, overwhelmed her, and she fully expanded her lungs but still
could not inhale sharply enough. The Ditto pushed itself into her further and
further, deeper than any human ever could. Sybrell felt an uncomfortable
stretching in her pussy as she was invaded by incredible lengths of Ditto.
Fourteen, fifteen, even sixteen inches forced itself into her body and Sybrell
screamed in protest. Once inside the Ditto paused there for a few painfully
long seconds. Sybrell's pussy was so stuffed that all she could do was pant
weakly from the immense fullness she was experiencing. Finally the Ditto
withdrew itself and Sybrell winced as it vacated her vagina; it had been so
deep that it hurt on the way out. The tendril that penetrated her emerged slick
and with her lubrication. However, a streak of red spotted the pink limb as
well, blood.
Sybrell had never had sex before, her first penetration being this horrific
Ditto mutation. She made a conscious effort to even out her breathing as her
legs trembled in the aftermath of the creature's most merciless intrusion of
her body. Before she could truly catch her breath, the Ditto entered her again.
The pink tendril did not push as far as it had last time but still forced
Sybrell's pussy to expand to accommodate an incredible length and girth that no
human male could ever match. Again, Sybrell's bare, blushing chest heaved to
take in enough air in reaction to the exceedingly long member pressed inside
her tight channel.
The Ditto withdrew quicker this time but did not fully remove itself as before.
Instead, it pulled about half of the appendage out before thrusting again.
Sybrell moaned this time, a sign of her body beginning to adjust to the Ditto's
enormous presence. She was now wet between the legs, her inner thighs
glistening with her juices. The tentacle retreated then plunged into her for a
fourth time, now sliding into her pussy instead of forcing itself in. Sybrell
watched with watery eyes as the monsters appendage began to writhe in and out
of her, raping her continuously. Her body's physical reaction of arousal and
pleasure was an involuntary reflex. She looked up at the ceiling of the
containment room and tears spilled down her face while she tried to look at and
think of something else.
Alas, the Ditto tentacles that coiled around her limbs and slithered inside her
warm and swollen pussy were all too real. The thickest of the tendrils pounded
relentlessly between her dripping lips and the canal within. Her petite legs
trembled from the stimulation and her core muscles tightened around the thick,
pink appendage that slipped deeper into her wetness. Sybrell screamed and her
face contorted from the strange, wicked feelings that ravaged her inexperienced
body.
A fresh wave of wetness gushed between her legs while a sinful shudder rippled
through her midsection that caused her to squirm and cry out in tainted
ecstasy. At the same time, the Ditto injected several blasts of its synthetic
gel into her pussy. For science. Her legs twitched from orgasm, her pussy
dripped with an overflow of Ditto's slimy goo, and her breathing remained
shallow and labored from the vile sensations.
There was a few seconds of pause where Sybrell hung in the Ditto's grasp,
naked, legs spread, and shimmering with sweat. She was fully at this beasts
mercy and it made her sick. Though, she wasn't crying anymore, that wouldn't
help the situation at all. The Ditto limbs began to move again and Sybrell
steeled herself to be raped further. She felt the tendrils turn her around so
she was facing away from the creature. They pulled her arms behind her and then
wrapped around her waist also, raising her hips so that her butt was angled
towards the monster. Again the tentacles grabbed her legs and spread them wide
as well as wrapped around her chest, smaller limbs coiling to pinch her perky
tits. Sybrell hung in the Ditto's holds as it bent her over and supported her
light weight with its many arms.
Soon after getting her into position the beast sent a tentacle into her vagina.
Sybrells wet lips parted to let the pink appendage slide inside. This tentacle
was then joined by a second one, forcing and squirming to fit within Sybrell's
tight pussy along with the first. Her opening spread dangerously wide as the
two tendrils fought for space within her sex. Sybrell's eyes widened and her
mouth hung open at the overwhelming assault on her genitals. The pelvic area of
her young form visibly distended from the sheer amount of length and girth
inside of her body. Beyond that, a third pink and fleshy appendage snaked
between her butt cheeks and poked against her backdoor. Sybrell clenched her
teeth as the tentacle pushed harder against her tiny asshole and finally forced
itself inside. She shrieked at the most vile and immoral violations that were
happening inside of her.
Three flesh-like Ditto limbs fucked her in both of nether regions while a
fourth positioned itself in front of her mouth. Already hanging agape with her
tongue out from the flood of pleasure washing over her body, her mouth was an
easily accessed entrance. The pink tendril darted inside and slid deep into her
moist and warm mouth, over her wet tongue and into her throat. Sybrell gagged
on the Ditto as it jabbed into her mouth and continued to rape her pussy and
her asshole. All of her orifices where penetrated and fucked and Sybrell's only
recourse was to hang there and take it. Endurance was her only option.
Still more tendrils slithered on her skin, along her thighs and around her
neck, pinching her nipples and brushing her clitoris. More spindly limbs joined
in until her naked, dewy skin was nearly covered all over. Her holes twitched
and pulsed and the offending limbs went on twisted inside her soaked pussy and
pounding deep up her butt and writing inside her open mouth. Wretched eroticism
burned within Sybrell and she hated that she loved this experience so much. It
was wrong, it was rape, it was terrible. Yet, she virtually exploded in her
core with a second quaking thrash of an orgasm.
At this point the Ditto proceeded to dispense more of the analysis gel from its
tentacles. The tendrils deep inside of Sybrell were the first to release their
synthetic load, coating her throat and face with the translucent slime as well
as her anus and butt. The two tendrils pounding inside her pussy injected twice
the amount of the gel, so much that it caused her stomach to inflate and still
it overflowed to the point of squirting out of her. The tentacles outside of
her body followed suit, totally soaking the short, young trainer front to back,
head to toe.
Sybrell's eyes shivered in her head and she hung there in shock as her drenched
skin dripped with oozing slime. Slowly the vile tentacles slipped out of her
holes and retreated from her body, lowering her to the ground before
unceremoniously dropping her to the metal floor. Sybrell groaned at the impact
and turned slowly turned over on her side, her skin beginning to feel sticky as
the gel dried. She wiped her wet, matted curls away from her head and looked to
see the Ditto monster crawl away, back toward the door where it came from.
Sybrell watched the control panel next to the door light up as the Ditto
approached. The colored buttons illuminated in a sequence and Sybrell did her
best to remember the combination. The door slid open and the Ditto crawled into
the lift before the door closed again. Professor Sycamore was waiting for the
door to open on the higher level where he caught the Ditto in a pokeball and
handed the ball to the Team Ashwake leader.
“The process is complete,” Professor Sycamore sighed. “If this girl does have a
unique power that can affect pokémon, this Ditto should be able to duplicate
it..”
“Good,” Randesyl said, a wry grin on his face. He put the ball into the pocket
of his coat then looked down at Sybrell. “Goodbye, Phoenix. Hopefully you rise
better than you fall...”
The Team Ashwake leader turned to walk away and one of his goons grabbed
Professor Sycamore, following him out. “Burn everything,” Randesyl said as he
exited the lab. The second underling typed on the main console before running
after them.
Sybrell quickly got to her feet once there was no one looking at her from
observation. She carefully moved to the lift she had seen the Ditto enter,
trying not to slip on the gel-slick metal floor. An explosion tore out the
ceiling above her. Sparks and fiery debris rained over her and she ducked in
reflex, scorched splotches forming on her naked skin. She glanced behind her to
see the destruction, another blast erupting with the containment area before
she reached the door and clicked on the panel.
An error message flashed on the screen; incorrect code. Sybrell tried again,
fire and smoke spreading throughout the laboratory around her. She got the
correct combination this time and the door slid open so she jumped in and
clicked to go to the upper floor. She watched machinery engulf in flame and
scientific instruments spark and fail until the door slid closed. The upper
floor was no better by the time she got there. Smoke hung in the air, making it
thick and acrid. Patches of fire burned throughout the observation room,
searing her legs as she tried to escape. Even the lights and screens flickered
out due to the extreme heat.
Sybrell stumbled through the incendiary chaos, hardly able to breathe or see
much of anything. She did manage to grab a spare lab coat on her way out of the
burning laboratory. She pulled on the white coat and was about to fasten at
least a button or two until another explosion threw her hard, singeing her
newly found clothes. Sybrell picked herself up from the gritty floor, strewn
with shattered glass and gnarled bits of metal, and looked ahead to see the
door leading outside. She held the coat closed as she limped toward the door.
There were sirens and shouting voices on the other side of the entrance, which
could be a good thing or bad, there was only one way to find out. Choking,
bloody, and burned, Sybrell the door open with the last of her strength and
found herself still in Lumiouse City. Which meant the destroyed lab that burned
behind her was Sycamore's own lab. Before she could follow that thought any
further, an Officer Jenny ran up to Sybrell and took her in a supporting
embrace.
“Citizen, are you okay?” the officer asked as more emergency vehicles pulled up
behind her.
Sybrell huffed, nearly out of breath. “Team Ashwake...” she said, panting.
“Yes, we know, we saw them feeling the area.” Officer Jenny informed. “We're
going to get you to a hospital, alright?”
“They attacked... the coffee shop,” Sybrell informed. “Did you find...”
Officer Jenny helped Sybrell walk down the stairs leading to the street where
her cruiser waited. Firefighters and their water pokémon rushed passed on
either side. “We rescued everyone alive from the scene, most have only minor
injuries.”
“Qumar...” Sybrell said. There was still hope.
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