The Path of Sacrifice

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“You’re going to challenge me?” Janine questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. How these people got straight to her without even being confused by her doubles was beyond her. She rolled her eyes, and shrugged. “Okay. But don’t expect to win. I have three pokemon; you must beat all of them Good luck...Go, Weezing!”

“Okay, let’s drill this leader into the floor! Go Slaughter!” Angel cried, as Gary sat himself on the gym floor nearby to watch. He yawned slightly, expecting this one to be over fairly quickly. Angel’s Ninetails appeared on the field, blinking silently as her tails swished about. After she belted her pokeball, Angel pressed the button on her little scanner. “List all opponent pokemon.” She told it.

“Acknowledged. SCANNING. The following pokemon are present or contained on the opponent; Weezing, male. This pokemon is of level 38 with a Lax nature, and the following moves: Sludge, Smog, Selfdestruct, and Psybeam. Arbok, male. This pokemon is of level 38 with a Quirky nature, and the following moves: Bite, Screech, Sludge Bomb, and Rock Slide. Crobat, female. This pokemon is of level 40 with a Brave nature and the following moves: Confuse Ray, Air Cutter, Curse, and Sludge Bomb.”

“A Crobat? I didn’t think Gym Leaders could use illegal pokemon.” Angel spoke, more so thinking out loud than anything else. Moonlight decided not to say anything, and sat on his haunches.

“You’re one to talk.” Janine retorted, tipping her head to one side. “Come on, let’s get this over with. Weezing, use Sludge!”

“Fine. Slaughter, use Flamethrower! Try and burn it!” While the slow Weezing began prepping his poison sludge within his mouth to spit at the fox, Slaughter had already inhaled, and launched her firey assault. The burning flames engulfed the Weezing, but as a result, the line of sight had also been removed. As Slaughter ran out of air, the charcoal-colored Weezing spat out it’s blob of poisonous goop flew straight into the face of the Silver-sheened Ninetails.

“Nine!” the pokemon shrieked, as the searing acid burned into her eyes and seeped into her nose. Panicking, she shook her head viciously, little droplets of sludge flying about. Her legs were wobbly, as that last attack had wiped her of most of her energy.

“Weezing, carry on with a Psybeam!”

“Slaughter, wake up and use Hyper Beam! Take that pokemon out!”

The Weezing called out in response as he focused what little brain power he had. Slaughter began charging, but her focus was off as the poison burned into her face. The Weezing’s psychic attack slammed into the Fox, just as the hyper beam flew out. The psychic waves merely cut through the beam, as it too flew towards the opposite pokemon. Both battlers were flung back as they were struck. The Weezing managed to avoid going back too far as the attack levelled at least a third of his energy, but Slaughter slammed into the wall, becoming a swirly-eyed victim of her low level. Angel frowned. Maybe she should have levelled her up a bit before becoming so gung-ho on the gym battle.

“Return!” she recalled the fox, then nodded to Moonlight. “Go on, buddy! Take that pokemon out with Psychic!”

“Breon!” he replied, and launched the attack as the Weezing assumed his spot on the field again.

“Weezing, again!” Janine commanded, as the Psychic attack slammed into the Weezing, pushing him back a dozen feet. His eyes went blurry, as if they were about to swirl, but he managed to hold on, and then launched his psychic attack at the psychic-prone dark cat. Moonlight slid back, his haunches pressed against the invisible wall behind him.

“BREEEE!” he called out, feeling a super effective hit for the first time. His own eyes donned the same almost-swirly glaze as he shook his head.

“Moonlight, Psychic! Finish that pokemon off!”

“Weezing, Selfdestruct! Finish that illegal cat!”

As Moonlight tried hard to focus what little mental power he had left, the Weezing exploded. His gasses and balloon-like flesh pelted into him, erasing the lowly little hit point he had left. The purple pokemon recompiled at the feet of it’s master with swirly eyes, as Moonlight himself fainted for the first time since Cerulean.

“MOONLIGHT!” Angel shouted, running into the battle field. She felt sick inside, like she was going to pass out, like she was going to lose her head right off her shoulders. Last time, she hadn’t witnessed the KO because of the explosion; this time it was almost too much to watch her first pokemon pass out. She pulled the pokemon into her arms, as Gary stood. He knew she wouldn’t seal him inside the pokeball. She stared blank-eyed at the black-and-blue limp pokemon, as Gary took him from her.

“Do you want to leave?...” he spoke, as Janine watched, waiting patiently.

“...I only have Anarchy left....I don’t know if he’ll listen, but I have to try...I’m not going to walk out of here with my tail between my legs.” She replied, whirling around to face Janine again.

“GO, ANARCHY!” she called, a rather dead look in her eye. A level thirty pokemon against two pokemon 8 levels higher, one of them ten, was almost a lost cause. Her pokeball spun out, and the large bird was released with an epic, loud scream and flapping wings as he landed on his feet. He blinked once he realized where exactly he was. This was a gym, a battle. She was using him? Ha! Sure she fed him, but was she ready to call the right moves? Whatever he was going against was going to lose, with or without Angel’s command! He took to what little air there was, hovering a few feet from the ground as the air wafted about.

“Go, Crobat! Let’s finish this! Use Curse!” Janine commanded, as the bat flew out of her ball. She began to glow, and a swirling pillar of light lit about her.

“Okay Anarchy! Use Dragonbreath!”

No. That was wrong. He didn’t want to use that one. No, he was going to use Ancient Power. This whole partners and trust thing wasn’t going to work if Angel was going to be an idiot. So, he did, and as there were no boulders around to use, the trainers in the room began to float up, and flew at the Crobat. They all pummelled into the bat, screaming, as the mass of bodies slammed into the ground.

“Oh my god! ANARCHY! Look at what you did!” Angel barked, frowning unimpressed. Janine glanced over to the people, whom were in pain, but not badly damaged. Her Crobat shook his head, and wormed his way from under the humans and back into the air.

“Crobat, use Sludge Bomb! Poison that unobedient bird!”

“Anarchy, use Fly! Get away from the poison!”

Okay, now that made sense. Anarchy agreed; he didn’t want the poison on his lovely wings. So, to the roof he flew, as the blob of poison landed harmlessly on the floorboards. He then collapsed his wings, his large mass heading straight towards the Crobat, whom couldn’t get away from the hundred and thirty pound pokemon in time. The two slammed into the ground, the Crobat bearing the brunt of the damage as Anarchy landed on him.

“Crobat, use Confuse Ray! Let’s get that pokemon hurting himself!”

“Anarchy, use Dragonbreath!”

No. He didn’t want to use that earlier, he certainly didn’t want to use that now. So, again he was going to use fly. Again he began to rise up, as the confuse ray struck him. All of a sudden, the room began swirling and flipping around. He couldn’t tell up from down. So if he just let himself fall, he would hit the ground and maybe that darn she-bat. So, he did, and as he fell, he could hear Angel groaning. Well, it was her fault! SHE was the trainer. Anarchy slammed hard into the gym floor, his wings flopping limp. That really hurt.

“Crobat, Sludge Bomb!”

“Anarchy, snap out of it and use Dragonbreath for crying out loud!”

Bradongreath? What was that? What was he supposed to use? He couldn’t tell! What was Gradethbroan? Fragonwreck? Angel must be loosing it. So,again he tried to fly upwards – but ended up flopping around on the floor. This time, the blob of poison goop struck the bird, and Anarchy’s eyes went swirly. Angel stood there, in total shock. She lost. She had lost for the first time. She pressed the button on Anarchy’s button, and recalled the beast as she wobbled about.

“Uh oh.” Gary spoke, putting Moonlight down before dashing to Angel’s side. He managed to catch her, before she blacked out and struck the floor.



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Her eyes blinked open, the lights above coming into view. She’d lost the battle with Janine, and she remembered passing out. Where was she? She sat up, glancing about. She spotted familiar pink walls, the trademark medicinal smell – she was at the Pokemon Center. A staff sleeping room, by the looks of it.

“Hey, good morning.” Gary’s voice spoke out, from beside her. She turned her head to him.

“Did I sleep all night?...” she replied, laying back down beside him.

“Mmhm. You passed out.”

“...Wait a second. You actually slept in a Pokemon Center for me?...”

“Well, I couldn’t set up the tent with you passed out like that, not in this weather. Your pokemon needed to be revived, and, well, they let us stay in the staff room, so I guess it’s not as gross. Your pokemon are just with nurse Joy.” Angel smiled. He hated sleeping in Pokemon Centers. She leaned over, her brown wavy hair falling around his face as she kissed him. The gesture was too sweet.

Before anything could happen, though, Angel’s cell phone went off. At first she wasn’t sure what it was, but then she realized – Rocket Phone. Quckly, she pulled the phone from her pocket.

“Angel.” She spoke. She hated using the usual hello.

“’Ello Lady-boss! We need ya at the hideout, right? Soon’s you can.” George told her, then hung up. Angel blinked.

“George needs us, apparently...” Gary’s eye rose. So soon?



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“Right. Glad y’came so quick.” George told them, leading them on through the corridors of the base. He didn’t seem to mention the lack of rocket uniforms. Perhaps this wasn’t a mission. “See, Gio’s said he’s not to be bothered, and bein’ he’s talkin’ to th’ other Admins, we’ve got no bosses to talk to, but you two. S’we need your final word on a couple things.”

“Oh?” Angel replied, curiously tilting her head. George opened a closed door near the back of the room, and let her inside. A young looking blonde Grunt was sitting in a chair, bound a smidgeon on the tight side, her head hung.

“This’ne got caught beating up a female pokemon what couldn’t produce an egg. We don’t beat th’ pokemon here. She also tried stealin’ an egg for herself and also killed off an old pokemon, as well as trying to remove th’ genetalia of a superior officer what fucked her sister. We usually kill ‘em, but we gotta run it by you.” Angel thought for a moment. She didn’t want the poor girl to die, but she had to look tough. It would probably impress the bigwig.

“I have a better idea. Let her keep the egg she stole, but take away the rest of them. Then strap her in to the Tauros pen to show her exactly how hard it is on the female pokemon in those pens. Then tie her up in the pen of the pokemon she beat up and let them beat her a bit. After that, send her to the rocket harems.” Gary blinked, and flicked his surprised eyes at her. He didn’t thin k she had it in her to be like that. Then again, it was far away from sentencing her to death. The punishment had to be severe enough that they didn’t think her a sissy, but again not enough to take the girl’s life. “She can still be of use once she’s set straight.” George raised a brow. That was probably more entertaining than watching her die. The girl, who was gagged as well as bound a smidgeon on the tight side, looked up and glared at Angel. She probably was counting on dying after all that. Now she actually had to live with her misconduct.

“Right. You heard ‘er. Let’s ship her off.” Moonlight glanced up at her trainer as the rockets dragged the girl away. He too was surprised; Angel didn’t seem like the kind of person to be able to give that kind of order. Lesser of the two evils, he supposed. “Okay, now the second thing what we need to talk t’you about.” George spoke, once all the rockets had left. “We has a pokemon in custody what’s been sedated and made to obey, but the drugs ain’t working no more and ‘e’s wakin’ up an’ angry. We already ‘ave been usin’ the best. See, this pokemon isn’t just any ol’ pokemon, we can’t just set ‘im loose like we could any other. ‘E’s dangerous, an’ ‘e’ll lash out at us an’ kill us all. ‘E can’t stay around. We need your final word on killin’ him.” Killing, so much killing. She really didn’t want any pokemon to die.

“Isn’t there any other way?”

“I doubt it. No one can t’all calm this one.”

“How much time do I have to decide?”

“About twenty minutes, I think...”

“Hmm. Give me fifteen to think, then take me to him.”

“If y’can decide in less, we’d like that...five minutes ain’t enough to administer what drugs has gotta kill ‘im. You got ten at the most...”

“Fine. Come back in five. We’ll make sure to have time if there’s no other way.” George nodded, and left the two alone.



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GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING.

Angel sighed. Her time was almost up. She really didn’t want to sentence this pokemon to death. Moonlight agreed, but only if this pokemon were evil or twisted. Gary really had no input, but had mentioned that it wasn’t nice to kill off an innocent pokemon. She really had no idea what to do. Standing, Angel walked to the door, and opened it. George was a few feet away, sitting at a table with a coffee. He spotted her, and stood up.

“’Ello boss-lady. What’s the word, ah?”

“Take me to the pokemon, I want to see him. I’ll make my decision then.” George frowned, but nodded.

“Alright. We gotta walk through th’ pens t’get to ‘im, that okay?”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t it be.” She spoke, more of a statement than a question. George again frowned, and led her towards the pens. Moonlight trailed behind, glancing around to make a mental map of the hide out. He might need that information. George pressed the button and the door to the pens opened. Their ears were greeted with a few groans of anger and a lot of laughing amidst the moans and grunts of the various mating pokemon. Angel’s eyes shifted to the still damaged Tauros pen, and caught site of the female she’d sentenced. They’d chained her feet into the hoof clamps, and had bent her over a pair of old sawhorses. Her hips were roped on to the first one, while the second one was placed on her collar bone with her hands strapped to the crossbeam. She had long since stopped squirming, and any noise from her was impossible as they’d bound and gagged her head. A rocket was busy feeling her breasts as the other two led in the large male Tauros, a sibling of the one that had the other day been killed. It blinked and stared at the human female, confused.

“Come on big boy, you’re gonna fuck the brains out of this human.” One told it, as the other slid his fingers on a free hand into the sex of the bound female, toying with the clit to at least mercifully make her wet. “She needs a good ramming.” The female, who couldn’t move her head, merely glared at the floor. The bull blinked, and tilted his head. Wouldn’t he hurt her? The second rocket dropped the left lead rope from his hand, and knelt down behind the girl. She wasn’t really responding to his actions on her clit. He pulled a small bottle from his hand, a clear one, but first leaned in to flick his tongue at her sex. He flurried it at the little nub, then stood up again. “Yup. Smells like future slut to me.” He spoke, then, took the lid off the lube bottle. He gave her a generous application, and after he pushed it within her with his fingers, he stepped back. “Go on big guy.” He spoke, slapping the bull on the ass. He stepped forward, and though very confused, he let his ten inch long member from its sheath. The female closed her eyes as she felt the Tauros’ fur brush against her roped down hindquarters, and resisted a silent scream of protest as the huge male slid into her. It was insane how large the bull felt. He was bigger than any human she’d ever fucked.

“Anyway...” Angel muttered, walking along again. George led her past the pen as the bull slid in and out of the human, faster and faster. George dawdled a little, but soon caught up and led her out of the pen again, then off to the chamber awaiting.

“You can go in,” he commented, plucking some overdue paperwork from the wall nearby the door, as he plopped down on the chair. “I’ll get th’ order ready, and once you’ve had your look, y’can come an’ tell sign it. The scientist is in there working.”

Angel nodded, as she stepped in, Gary and Moonlight in tow. As she walked through the long, dimly lit hallway of the room, she could see a large vat of some kind, filled with a green liquid. She couldn’t see what was in it but as she stepped closer, the figure came into a fuzzy view.



Mewtwo.



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AN: Yay for longer chapters.