Strike of Team Aero

“What am I?” Avery paused. “That’s a really good question. I can’t be an ordinary human, since I can stand and talk with the Creator… But I’m not a Pokemon either…” Coming to a conclusion he rocked forward with a broad smile. “I must be an angel.”

“I’m sorry…” Gardenia paused. “What?”

“Well, Aria was going to be an only child if Cynthia was Mew. I was artificially implanted in my mother by Arseus as an agent to protect Aria at all costs. I went where she went, I slept near her at almost all times, and when she was attacked by a pack of Raticate, I gave my body to her.”

“Wow…” Candice gasped. “So you do everything for her?”

“Almost. There’s just one thing I can’t do.” He chortled. “Mew is a very high-maintenance Pokemon, mostly because of a huge dependence on skinship.”

“By skinship, you mean…”

“Aria, even before this incarnation, has always needed to be around females. Don’t ask me how this works, since Mew is obviously a machine for human crossbreeds.”

“So how are you taking care of her now?”

Avery smirked, “Well, step one is finding a blonde and throwing her into a room with her while she’s half knocked out and under the effect of an aphrodisiac.”

“Should you really be doing that?”

“Meh.”

Inside the room, Cynthia was almost shocked to see the Mew now starting to paw at her chest. Not one to argue with powerful beings, she quickly took off her undershirt to remember of the last protection she bore. She unhooked her bra as the Mew rested her head against the soft flesh.

Aria couldn’t see, hear, or think straight. She remembered that she was hurting, but she couldn’t place a finger on why. Wait- did she have fingers? If she really was a Pokemon, then she would have paws to place on the idea… Oh, look! Boobies!

Cynthia felt electricity go down her spine as the blue-haired Mew started to worship her breasts. This ridged attention was something that she could sit back and enjoy for the rest of eternity. However, Aria was the one who needed the pick-me-up. “I think you need some fun.” She smiled as she moved the smaller form so that the back of her head was supported before going about her turn. Cynthia started her conquest slowly, brushing from the Mew’s shoulders and slowly running her fingertips down her sides. Carefully etching her way down, she soon had her hands retreat up the front of her body until they stood at the bottom of her ribcage. She carefully traced along the bottom of the small mounds as her fingertips wandered to dance along the tips. She quickly started to play with the Pokemon’s sensitive nipples to be rewarded with the girl twitching in her arms. This meant it was about time for the main course…

The clock in the sitting room slowly counted time for the three occupying the room. “It’s getting late…” The militant announced. “You two can use my room if you’re tired. I have some business that I have to take care of.”

“Okay then…” Candice nodded. “Thank you for your kindness. Good night.”

“Good night!” Gardenia waved.

As the door shut, Avery closed his eyes to find himself in a purple haze. “You here?”
Out of the fog, a large deer-like figure appeared with its four eyes glowing. “What took you so long?”

“Asking Dragoon for help gained me a distraction for Aria, but the girl’s friends kept me from contacting.”

“How is she?” The deity posed.

“She’s out and getting molested.” He smiled. “About as we planned. Minus a few emergency procedures.”

“Keep me posted. I need you to be my eyes and ears. I have the psychic plate attached, so I can sit in if you need to call the psychic network.”

“Right.” He nodded. “I’ll make a call in the morning on the network for plans to keep her busy… Silly kitten doesn’t even know we’re plotting on her own plane.”

“Then I will bid you good night, Adom.”

Dawn broke (poor girl) as the blonde champion stirred awake. Feeling the warm sun on her skin, she sat up to see the still-sleeping face of…

…

“Where did Aria go?” In a rush, she threw on what clothing she could and burst into the main room. “Hey! Aria’s missing!”

“Well, shit.” The militant sighed. “Do you have any dark or psychic Pokemon?”

“I have Spiritomb…” She glanced.

“Good.” He nodded. “We’re going on the psychic network.”

“Wait, isn’t that exclusive?”

“It was changed after the Mew incident. Dark types proved themselves.” He announced as he moved to make some space on the couch. “Just sit down, and I’ll take care of everything.”

Laying on the couch, the blonde watched the day. “Should we wake up the girls?”

“Unless they have psychics or dark types, they can’t help. Just relax.” He sat down in an armchair as he let out a deep breath. “Psychic Network, open.”

The field of vision melted away into a purple mist as other figures started to come out.

“You opened the network?” A girl with violet hair and an Alakazam mask turned. “What shit has gone through?”

Avery glanced through his Mew mask with a call. “Please enter Bronzong, Mime, Ralts, Unoun, Arseus.”

Cynthia gasped from her wispy mask. “Arseus?”

Out of the fog stepped a man in a suit with a metal mask, a woman with a mime’s face, a young boy with a white mask, a girl with a cycloptic mask, and a strange form hiding under white robes with an ash-colored mask. The white form smiled as he walked up. “Where’s Mew? Her second won’t stop the world from dying.”

“She’s most likely in Lilycove… Drowning herself.”

One could hear Mime’s eyes widening. “Doing what?!”

“You said Lilycove, right?” The eye-masked attendant announced. “I am in that area right now. I’ll produce Suicune to search for her.”

“Good. Now, the school year is almost here, and we need to keep her from Winona or things might get worse. Ralts, Mime, I need you to take care of that with your family. If she can get in a new circle, it will be a lot easier.”

“I’m also studying there.” Unoun sounded. “I can help directly, and I’ll stand as her caretaker of sorts.”

“I thought you already left.” Bronzong glanced over the edge of a book.

“My ancestors created this network.” She shot. “Of course I can use it while keeping conscious.”

“You’re making me look bad…” Aruseus glared. “I’m asleep right now.”

“I apologize for making the almighty look bad…” She smirked as her mask warped to show the expression. “Now I must excuse myself, or what is the proper way of saying it? Smell you later?” With nothing more, she smashed her mask against the floor as the mists faded away. Now being revealed as the Salon Maiden of the Battle Frontier, Anabel let out a sigh. She had a lot of work to do.

She finally understood why her ancestors hated God.

With an unceremonious splash of water, Aria shook back into consciousness. Fluttering her eyes again, she first noticed that she was in a completely different area than she thought she would be, and then that she was wearing a set of clothing that was strange to her. “Okay…” She growled as she sat up. “Who did I fuck this time?”

A wizened form stepped forward, bracing himself against a blue staff bearing the symbol of Kyogre. “Good morning, Miss Hasaki… I am the Palace Maven Spencer. I…”

“Excuse me…” Aria cut. “I need to go and kill myself twice.”

The old man had a laugh over the sudden assumption. “No worries, child. I did not touch you. Anabel of the Battle Salon brought you here.” The Mew opened her mouth for a second before he stopped her. “Nobody here touched you aside from putting you on this bed.”

The door suddenly opened as a rotund man in a Hawaiian shirt appeared into the room. “Is… Kitty awake yet?”

“Oh… My… God!” Aria gasped. “I knew it! I’ve been captured into a sex slavery ring!”

“Why… Does everyone say that?” The figure sighed. “Do I… Really sound like a pimp?”

“To be honest, sir…” Spenser chorused, “Yes. Yes you do.”

“Well… No wonder those ladies… Didn’t want to go for drinks.”

Aria started to step out of bed until she got a look at the mirror. The outfit she was wearing was small on even her own form. The top was unbuttoned to allow it to fit and almost her entire stomach was exposed. The pants weren’t covering that much, either. She immediately jumped under the covers and leered at the two. “I’ll be changing. Please leave.”

After a small glare fight, the Mew fixed herself an outfit consisting of a blue vest over a black shirt and slacks. Checking herself in the mirror again, she put a few hairs in place before going to explore in hopes of a place to drown herself. Maybe there was even a volcano! Let’s see these weirdos pull her out of that!

As she reached the summit of the volcano, she leapt into the gorge to find herself immediately on the back on the legendary beast Entei. “Can you please stop killing yourself?” A soft voice stabbed. “It is a pain to keep tracking you down.”

“So what does that matter?” The Mew shot. “I have a right to my life, right? It’s not like I have anything to live for now.”

“So this is because of Winona?” Anabel returned as Aria suffered an obvious twitch. “I figured as much. You see I can sense the feelings of man and Pokemon alike.”

“So you understand what’s going on.” She countered. “If you know what I am feeling.”
The girl sighed. “However, you must understand that you can’t just kill yourself because your girlfriend hates you. You’ll become a Duskull if you die like that.”

The blue-haired girl turned away. “Can you leave me alone? I don’t need a pancake going on about what’s happened in attempt to understand me.”

The psychic didn’t even blink at the insult. “Do you promise not to try and kill yourself?”

“You’re going to stop me anyways, so I’ll play nice.” She glanced.

“I’m glad we have an understanding.” Anabel nodded. “Just remember that if you break our deal, I’ll have a long list of legends trail you.”