Strike of Team Aero

Avery sat there with a bored look as he withstood the verbal onslaught of the crimson-haired trainer. Flannery spent an entire half-hour chewing him out about handing Winona and herself for the night’s activities. Taking a sip of coffee, he caught her eyes. “Now that you’ve got that out of your system, you should know that everyone here was chosen for a reason.”

“You have to be shitting me.” Flannery glared.

The militant stood for emphasis as he pointed to each trainer. “Misty and Flannery, both of you are habitual high-ranking members on the popularity polls. Dawn has a strong positive aura and the benefit of being religious so she can use her status as leverage. In addition, Mew knows that Winona will do anything that has a chance of Aria accepting her again.”

“What about me?” May prodded.

“You and Cynthia have breasts.” He countered, “That’s why you were there.”

“Are you done with the sexual harassment yet?”

“What about Cynthia being Aria’s bride?” Winona pointed. “Dawn said something about that.”

Avery laughed. “Bride is the romantic way of saying it. The realistic way is saying that she was taken away so Mew could fuck her retarded.”

Retreating to the dorm room, the Mew turned to her chosen captive. “This isn’t as magnificent as I would like, but it will do. Don’t you agree, Mew Candidate Cynthia?”

“I’m surprised that you’re not attempting to control me.” The champion glanced.

“Pity I can’t control my host’s sisters.” The psychic chuckled. “However, you already know better than to cross me.”

Cynthia licked her lips. “I accept your challenge, Mew.”

“How brave of you…” She smirked as she inserted a finger into the captive to relish the gasp of surprise. “I’ll have to make it worth your time.”

Cynthia cried out as the Mew almost lifted by her crotch and slammed her on the bed. With the quickly disrobing captor looming over her, she began to smile. “So, how are you going to do this?”

Mew paused. “How silly of me, I forgot to take the appropriate form.” She took a second to adopt Aria’s male body. “There, that’s better.”

Cynthia swallowed a lump in her throat as she looked on the form. First of all, the form looked untrained and in need of protection. Secondly, the pink haze in his eyes made him look confident. Finally, the Mew hormone was going full blast. Cynthia’s eyes were watering from the excitement as she watched her assailant start to pierce her. She gasped as the rod was thrust into her. “Oh! God!”

“That’s right…” He smirked, “And be grateful, I left off the barbs.”

Avery took a swig of his coffee as he handled the complaints. “Listen, I know you’re pissed Flan. However, we can’t mess with Aria when she’s like this.”

“I keep hearing this.” She leered. “Why?”

“Mew is manipulative and honestly a diva.” He explained. “However, her existence is required to hold the world together. If things don’t go her way, she’ll hold all of existence hostage by threatening suicide.”

Flannery glared a hole into the militant trainer. “And why is there a need to bring her here?”

“Listen, I don’t make the rules. Albeit we can’t make light of Arseus’s nearsightedness, or his crippling stupidity, or any other thing that would end in the death of anyone who mentioned it. However, the good news is that so long as Mew has a host, she goes away as soon as she’s done mating.”

In the dormitory, Mew clenched all of his muscles as he released himself inside the blonde. The champion looked up and smiled. “Are you done tonight?”

The Mew smirked. “Not at all…” Pulling out, he brought his phallus up to her lips. “But look at the mess you made, you’ll have to take responsibility for this.”

The blonde smiled, “Yes, sir.”

Winona blinked over her tea. “But, was that still Aria?”

Avery sighed, “That’s complicated. The Mew is really in control right now, but Aria’s still conscious.”

“And let me see if I got this right…” Misty glared. “If we don’t follow what she says, Mew will kill herself. If we do, Aria will feel bad and kill herself.”

“Have I mentioned that my job sucks?”

Mew smiled happily as Cynthia’s cheeks swelled with his seed. “That’s right… Swallow every drop. You’re a good pet, aren’t you Mew Candidate?”

Cynthia panted, showing that there was no trace of semen remaining in her mouth. “Anything you say... Mistress…”

He laughed softly at the reply. “It seems like my host is getting embarrassed… But it’s not every day that your body is taken over and your roommate is trained as a pet…” He smiled broadly with malice. “I think I’ll give you a special treat. Show me your lovely hindquarters.”

“Yes…” She gasped as she turned around. In one sudden movement, the Mew inserted his penis into the small entrance. “My ass!” She cried. “It’s burning!”

“You like this, don’t you?” He teased, giving her a quick slap.

“More! More!”

“I think you’re doing well…” He nodded as he continued thrusting, “After this, we’ll continue making sure you become impregnated.”

“Ah!” The champion cried, “Yes Mistress!”

As the questions finally died down, Avery had the last word. He placed a debit card on the table and bowed to the girls. “I have one request, though. Even though it’s her doing, please don’t blame Aria for this- she’s more of a victim than anyone else alone.”
Flannery bored another hole into his head with her glare. “So, who do we blame then?”
Avery nodded. “I did it.” He announced. “I took out all of the guys and tossed them in the cafeteria. I forced the Pokemon to gather the girls. I knocked out all of the girls so the police couldn’t be notified.”

“And why do this?” Misty asked, “You don’t look like the noble type.”

“I really couldn’t give a flying fuck about anyone’s opinion of me. What’s more important is that Aria is going to wake up tomorrow morning to find out that she just raped a close friend. She is going to be very afraid and very alone. This is the worst time for every friend she had to leave her.”

May blinked, “You say that like it’s happened before.”

“Five times in recorded history, including this one.” He answered. “Oh, and Winny?”

“Yes?” The wind trainer turned.

“Knowing Cynthia, she’ll demand that Aria take responsibility. The church she belongs to forbids abortion, and aborting a demi-god is even worse. You’re going to have to be strong and admit defeat.” The wind trainer gave a small groan. “Winona, as a friend I want you to not make things more difficult than it already is. Think of it like a girl’s manga; she’s your love, she will always be your love, and no matter what happens, you’ll live happily ever after.” With a sigh, he grabbed his coat. “I’ll be leaving. Enjoy yourselves and pay with my card. Flannery? I’m expecting you to have a mob at my door with pitchforks and torches by morning.”

“With pleasure.” The fire trainer smiled.

When Cynthia awoke, her head was still swimming in the pleasures of the past night. In her afterglow she looked fondly over her partner, who had turned back into her female form, rolled over, and apparently cried herself to sleep. Throwing the covers over the both of them, she reached around to bring the Mew’s body closer. As the smaller girl stirred, she gave a soft smile. “Good morning.”

Aria’s first reaction was to embed her face into her victim’s chest to hide it from her. “I’m so sorry, Cynthia…” She sobbed. “I’m so sorry…”

The champion gave a fake laugh in attempt to change the mood. “Look at it this way; you’ll never have trouble getting a girlfriend when you’re a monster in the sack.” This, of course, worsened the problem and made her sobbing louder. “What’s wrong, Aria? That was a joke…”

Aria looked up with tear-filled eyes. “I couldn’t do anything last night… I’ve never been out of control like that…”

“I’m sure it’s something that just happens, Aria.” She smiled. “Anyways, you don’t have to feel bad about it. Whatever was controlling you was drawn to me, and I’ll be more than happy to help you the next time.”
Aria couldn’t help but chuckle, “Because you’re a nympho.”
“There’s a smile.” She laughed, “Anyways, if you weren’t going to be Mew, I was. I understand what it’s like.”

Aria forced a more present smile as she wiped away some tears. “Cynthia… Why are you still doing this? I did terrible things to everyone last night. I won’t blame you if you leave.”

The champion firmly embraced the psychic. “Aria, you’re important to me. I have many things to sort out, like how I love you, but the thing is that either as a sister, rival, friend, or lover, I still love and care for you. If you ever have any problems, you can come to me.” She winked, “And if you get the feeling like your nature is taking over again, then you come to me faster.”

“… Thank you, Cynthia.”