Strike of Team Aero

Winona woke up to the morning’s sun to her own shock. “What happened? I remember seeing Mikiko… And Aria running to me…” She let out a loud sound as she immediately patted herself down. “I threw myself on a bomb! How am I in one piece?” She looked down to the small pink kitten hiding in her clothing. “What happened last night, Aria?”

“Excuse me, Miss Winona.” Lance called as he appeared. “I’m sorry to disturb you so early, but there is a national leader’s meeting over breakfast. I’d advise getting appropriately dressed for the occasion.”

One of the study rooms of the Celadon University was rearranged as a dining room for the use of the meeting. Aero members, being the most agreeable organization around, had agreed to supply the breakfast. As the meal wound down, Lance slammed a glass of orange juice, grabbed Aria by the nape of her neck, and placed her on a lectern where she could resume eating her muffin. “Now that everyone is well fed, we will begin our talk about last night’s events.”

“I have to say…” Wattson, the elderly electric trainer started, “This has certainly been a bl…”

“You finish that sentence, and I’ll shove an Electrode up your ass.” Lt. Surge roared.

Roxanne, one of the top students in Hoenn sighed. “I am always amazed how he can laugh off being killed.”

Morty, the resident ghost expert, held his head in his hands. “I can’t believe I couldn’t see it.”

“That’s quite enough dwelling in the past.” The champion announced. “This event is being explained to the general public as a mass hallucination. However, this was indeed an act of terrorism. Out of the four regions’ forces of thirty two gym leaders and fourteen elites with an additional three champions, only myself, Ashton Ketchum, and Aria Hasaki were uninjured.”

“Cool your jets, dragon-boy.” Volkner paused. “You’re saying the two of you and a little mental case of a kitten saved everyone.”

“Of course not…” He brushed. “Ash and I just carried the bodies. She saved everyone.”

Sabrina stood up. “Are you telling me that she went and reconstructed hundreds of people in a short enough period of time to keep a mortality rate of zero? The only way that could happen would.” In her disgust, she couldn’t finish.

“Sabrina?” Erika turned. “What’s wrong?”

“That fucking retard!” She howled. “Please tell me for the love of God she didn’t use transform to answer this problem.”

Winona and the Mew looked at eachother for a second. “Alright.” The wind trainer turned.

“We won’t tell you she used transformation to solve the problem. Is something wrong with it?”

“Conservation of mass for one, and conservation of energy for two.” The psychic explained. “I’ll be amazed if the replacement parts don’t rot off of our bodies.”

Blaine, the Cinnabar leader finally stood up. “Sabrina, you are out of line in this. I am the one who studied Mew’s power for the creation of my brother. While Mewtwo was imperfect, I can tell you without a doubt that Mew is capable of spreading her power out. However, I would like to invite her and her master to my laboratory for some research.”

Cynthia kicked her heels up and leaned back in her chair. “Sounds like a good time for a hot spring trip.”

Blaine turned to the soldier. “Surge, can you prepare the SS Aqua?”

“Just come to Vermillion when you’re ready.”

The fire island was all but off-setting to the party, with its burned-out look and empty streets. Of course, that was because everyone was off at the festival. “Welcome to my home…” The Cinnabar leader announced. “Miss Winona, would you please follow me. The rest of you can follow the Lieutenant and get the hell out of my hair.”

“We’re going to trust you with her, Blaine.” Erika glanced. “Try not to do too much, or you’re being used for Kyudo practice.”

“Don’t worry…” He brushed, “She’ll be in good hands.”

“Don’t worry, Erika.” Winona added, “I’m staying near her, and I’ll make sure nothing happens.”

The laboratory was a sty as papers were strewn around and even Rapidash was putting the effort to make it presentable at the least. In a sweeping motion, the scientist created a workspace by clattering the books on the floor and prepared crude bedding from a cushion and some blankets. “Now, what we’re going to do is examine her condition and test some abilities.” He produced a thermometer and smiled. “Okay Aria, I’m going to be nice. Which end do you want this to go in?” With the choices, the kitten chomped down on the device as he continued. “First, we are going to be testing your psionic abilities, then your physical strength.” He removed the device and noted the data. “No real difference in temperature… How about using psychic?”

Aria mewed in agreement. She sat up and focused as she tried to lift some of the loose books. “Mew…..” She growled as the targets shook a little.

A voice boomed.

“So you decided to visit, Mewtwo.” He turned. “What pleasure do we have?”

The feline smirked.

“So, what’s your answer then?”

He stated as he placed a bottle of pills by the kitten.

Winona had to blink. “Why are you doing this?” She faltered. “Not to sound ungrateful…”

With a flick of the worn mantle, he stalked out of the room.

The wind trainer looked around. “I believe that I will be joining everyone else now. Take good care of Aria.”

The Mew had other ideas. With limited capabilities, she stretched out her paws and mewed cutely. “I think that means she wants to go with you.” The scientist pointed.

“Shouldn’t you be resting, Aria?”

“Mew…” She pleaded with her large blue eyes.

“Fine, you win this one.” The leader smirked. “But after the bath, it’s off to bed.”

“Mew, mew…” The kitten sighed.

The steam of the bath was a welcoming sight as Winona tightened the towel around herself. As she stepped into the area, she first placed her kitten down for a quick wash. That was when she noticed the Mew’s coat becoming a lighter shade of pink. “Is that blood?” She gasped. “You really ripped yourself apart to save everyone?” The Mew nodded. “Aria, answer me seriously. How much of me didn’t you have to replace?”

“Mew…” She paused. After a moment, the psychic traced her paw just under her mistress’s breast and slid her paw down. “Mew.”

“Why didn’t you let me die, then?” She grilled. “Why did you have to sacrifice yourself like that?”

“You don’t understand at all, do you?” A familiar voice rose as the Yankee appeared from the steam. She kneeled down by the Mew. “She cares about you more than anything. The reason everyone else was saved was because it would be selfish to only save her favorite person.”

Aria rolled her eyes. As nice as it was getting so much attention for saving everyone, it was starting to get boring. That, and she really would rather forget it ever happened and go back to her little office in Fortree. That said, other things were creeping in on her mind, like how endowed this Cynthia girl was. Something in the back of the Mew’s mind was paying full attention to the sway of two pockets of flesh as she excitedly explained all of the details of ‘How last night must have gone’, regardless of historical fact. As the moments passed, it completely replaced her boredom. She thought as the two girls brightened up. This forced a sweat drop from her brow.

“It’s good to know your still thinking…” Cynthia laughed, causing her breasts to sway again. “How about a treat for getting that much power back?”

Winona was working hard to suppress a growl. “Could you spoil your own Pokemon, and leave mine alone?”

“Are you sure it’s not that you don’t want her getting used to a figure like mine?”

Aria turned.

The blonde trainer smiled as she turned away. “I’ll keep you to that promise…”

As the two were left alone, the Mew looked up.

“That’s fine…” She sighed, picking the Pokemon up and stepping into the spring. “A lot of things keep happening to us…”

Aria sighed, bowing her head.

“It’s not your fault.” The leader corrected. “Things will be better after we get back to Fortree.”

The Mew turned.

“Okay.” She smiled. “We can take a side trip. Nobody’s going to call on us for being at the gym for a month.”