Pokemon Sword and Sheath

They soon reached a three-story building. The blue glass door opened like a portal, letting the three inside. The interior was a large, empty square room, occupied only by an Axew and four statues of Zweilous, made of black stone. Rosa thought the whole room seemed rather sterile. The walls were decorated with a flower-like pattern, carved from a similar stone to the statues.

“What is this place?” Rosa asked, looking around and up at the ceiling. She felt cold.

“My house,” Drayden answered rather bluntly.

“O-Oh…” Rosa replied with a nod, trying not to seem repulsed by the room.

Typical male living, I suppose she mused to herself, repositioning her grip on her tote bag, slung over one shoulder. Hilda ignored her more aloof cousin, placing her hands on her triple-extra-wide, sloping hips and looking up at the sentinel of a man.

“What I have to tell you is a long story,” Drayden stated, getting Rosa’s attention for real now. “So please pay close attention. I’d rather not have to repeat myself.”

Both cousins nodded (the action made Rosa’s chest jiggle a bit, straining her shirt).

Boing~

He held up his hand, extending two long, thick fingers in his purple gloves. “Six years back, when your brother and N awakened the legendary Dragons. The White Dragon, Reshiram, sought what is true and desired to usher in a new world of goodness. Hilbert Blackburn became Its champion. Meanwhile, the Black Dragon, Zekrom, pursued what was ideal. Desiring to usher in a new world of hope. It chose that man, I believe you call him ‘N’, as Its champion. But Reshiram and Zekrom were once the same Pokémon, according to our myths.”

Hilda shifted a bit, but didn’t say anything. We know all this Drayden

“You may wonder why It split in two,” Drayden continued. “The single, original Dragon Pokémon had helped the Twin Heroes bring a new region into being. But the Twin Heroes, the young heroes of Unova, they were divided. The Younger Brother sought ideals, while the Older Brother sought truth. They sundered the region in two as they fought over which of them was right. In that desperate hour, the single Dragon Pokémon split Its body into a White Dragon and a Black Dragon. Even though truth and ideals are not ideas necessarily in opposition.”

“Drayden,” Hilda finally interrupted, putting a hand up. “C’mon, every kid in Unova knows this bedtime. I lived it first-hand. We can’t beat Team Plasma using the same fairy tale from Unova’s ancient past.”

Drayden nodded. His hands were tucked behind his back. Rosa and Hilda watched silently as he paced the room half its length and then returned to them.

“Well, this is the part of the fairy tale that is often left unsaid,” Drayden stated, looking at the cousins. “As the story goes, a third dragon Pokémon also came into existence in that era. Kyurem. And there may be proof of this to be found in a treasure passed down by my family for generations. An artefact called the D-N-A Splicers.”

“Splicers?” Hilda repeated the word, her face twisting up in confusion. “Sounds modern.”

“They aren’t,” Drayden answered. “Only the name is. I had a professor from another region, Rowan, I believe his name was, who examined them a few years back. He determined the materials in the splicers date back to the same era as the stones used to make the Dragonspiral Tower outside of Icirrus City.”

Hilda’s hands fell from her hips. “The same tower where Reshiram’s stone was locked away.”

Drayden nodded. “They are older than they sound.”

Boing~

The heave of Rosa’s chest grabbed the attention of the gym leader and the former champion. The top-heavy whore stepped forward, looking back and forth between the two before speaking up.

“Ummm, where are these Splicers? And what would Team Plasma want with them?”

“The D-N-A Splicers are stored very safely,” Drayden answered. “I guard them because I don’t know what kind of power might lie within them.” 

“Power?” Hilda repeated the word as she often did when she was intrigued. “What kind of power? What does that name even mean?”

“Professor Roawn studied Pokémon Evolution,” Drayden answered. “It takes on many forms, with new methods still being discovered to this day. But, something he said that lingered with me was that there is only one legendary Pokémon that is known to evolve. Kubfu in the Galar region. But the D-N-A Splicers appeared to contain energy signals given off by Pokémon with branching evolutions when they evolve.”

“Branching evolutions?” Rosa asked. “Like … two different third stages?”

“Or secondary stages that have different final forms,” Drayden answered. “It’s rare here on the other side of the world, but in regions that are closer together, like Rowan’s Sinnoh with Johto and Kanto, they are more common.”

Hilda’s eyes opened wide as a revelation hit her like a truck. “And if the D-N-A Splicers can mimic a branching evolution … and Reshiram and Zekrom split from the same dragon.”

“Wait, wait,” Rosa put a hand up. “But if Reshiram and Zekrom both exist, that means it wasn’t an evolution.”

“You’re right,” Drayden nodded. “It’s not evolution. It's something different. Something man-made. Reshiram and Zekrom are both overwhelmingly powerful. But that third dragon, Kyurem, there’s no story of it.”

“What if it's already in the story?” Rosa said.

“What do you mean?” Hilda asked.

“Reshiram and Zekrom, they split from an original dragon, right?” Rosa said. “They were spliced together from an original form. And remember what Professor Juniper theorised about the Stones. And that Meteorite in Lacunosa Town.”

Hilda scratched her chin. “What if … what if Kyurem wasn’t created that day when Reshiram and Zekrom were split. What if Kyurem has always existed? And what remains is just what was left over from Reshiram and Zekrom? Like when a Nincada evolves.”

“A what?” Rosa raised a confused eyebrow.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!

The blast of force made all three trainers lose their balance and tumble to the floor. The whole house was shaking violently as if an earthquake had just ripped the city in half. The lights in the room flickered as dust fell from the ceiling.

“What the hell was that?!” Rosa exclaimed. She had fallen to the floor, her huge tits taking the brunt of the impact.

Hilda and Drayden were on their feet first, sprinting for the door. Hilda’s gargantuan set of full moons was eating up her micro-shorts, turning them in a glorified denim thong, as she ran.

CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~! CLAP~!

“C’mon, Rosie!” Hilda shouted as she and Drayden leapt through the threshold of the house (Hilda’s wide hips barely fit).

Rosa scrambled to her feet, huge tits bouncing wildly on her chest, straining the already frayed stitching as she sprinted. The top-heavy whore leapt out of the doorway, only to find Hilda, Drayden, and every other citizen of Opelucid standing completely still, staring into the sky. Rosa put her hand to her visor cap and looked as well. Her jaw fell slack, and her eyes opened wide with shock.

High above them, hanging in the clear blue, early morning sky, was a massive sailboat. A familiar sailboat. Huge flat trapezoid-shaped wings jutted out from each side, six in total. A jet of blue flames roared from a massive engine on the back, propelling it forward slowly. Three tiers of white sails were unfurled, bearing no sigils. The bowsprit was a large blue lance that pierced the skies as it sailed. The wind whipped against the effectively nude bodies of Rosa and Hilda, turning their skin to gooseflesh from the cold.

“Arcues Alive …” Rosa gasped.

The bow of the ship was decorated with two huge ice-blue streaks of metal that dipped from the deck around the front. They began to separate as the ship came to rest in mid-air. The front of the ship split in two like hangar bay doors.

“What is that?!” Hilda shouted.

BURST! BURST!

Two huge white forms took shape around the bottom-heavy bitch. Cobalion and Virizion both reared, kicking their feet into the ground.

“The Swords of Justice?!” Drayden exclaimed, looking over his shoulder and right into Cobalion’s eyes (they were the same height).

WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

“Look!” Rosa shouted, pointing up (the action making her tits bounce wildly). Hilda and Drayden returned their attention to the skies as the wind billowed around them, like the air was being sucked upwards. A massive canon of metallic steel had emerged from the opening in the ship. It was charging some sort of blast, with an ice-blue glow coming from down the cannon barrel. The wind was almost visible as it was sucked up into the air.

TWUUUUUU!!!

The cannon fired, sending a packed burst of blue energy careening towards the city.

“Everybody find shelter!” Drayden roared, his voice carrying through the street like a dragon’s screech. The people scrambled out of the way as the blast impacted the ground only a few yards from the group. The force of impact blew Drayden, Hilda, and Rosa off their feet. Rosa was flung backwards, with Drayden’s house behind her, rushing up to stop her dead.

Rosa opened her eyes with a start. She scrambled to her feet. “Hilda!” She cried before realising that her cousin wasn’t there. No one was. Rosa wasn’t even in Opelucid anymore.

“W-where?” She said, twisting her head back and forth in confusion.

She was standing on the side of the road somewhere in a busy city. A few cars were driving by, honking as they passed, trying to somehow single-handedly get traffic flowing again. People were walking past her.

Before she had a chance to get her bearings, she felt someone check her on the shoulder.

“Oh, sorry,” a male voice said. Rosa turned to see who had hit her. He wasn’t terribly tall, wearing a blue jacket with long sleeves and baggy grey-brown pants. His head was covered with a baseball hat, shaggy brown hair spilling out the back of it. He turned back to give Rosa a wave.

“‘Cuz?” Rosa said in surprise.

The man paused, his friendly smile turned to a shocked expression. “R-Rosie!” Hilbert exclaimed. “What are you doin’ here?”

“W-where is here?” Rosa asked.

Hilbert’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Saffron City? In the Kanto region?

“No,” Rosa shook her head. “That can’t be right. I’m in … I was in Opelucid.”

Hilbert didn’t say anything for a second. He pointed to a handle railing that was dividing the footpath from the road.

“Grab that,” he said.

“Why?” Rosa asked.

“Just do it,” Hilbert replied.

Rosa stepped forward and reached for the railing. Her hand passed clean through it.

“What the fuck?!” She exclaimed in horror.

“You’re not really here,” Hilbert said, taking a step closer to the busty brat. His hand reached up and was placed reassuringly on Rosa’s shoulder. “But I can touch you … it’s just like him.”

“Him?” Rosa asked. “You mean N?”

“Yeah,” Hilbert nodded. His Xtrasnceiver vibrated on his wrist. He locked down. Elsewhere on the street, Rosa could see other people checking their Pokégears, PokéNavs, and Pokétches.

Hilbert looked back up at Rosa with a hollow look on his face, like he was looking at a ghost (in a way, Rosa figured, he was).

“I need to come back to Unova,” He said.

Rosa’s hand leapt up, grabbing Hilbert’s. “Yes, please! Team Plasma is back! Hilda and I can’t do this alone!”

“Hilda’s with you?” Hilbert asked, his grip tightening on Rosa’s shoulder. “Is she safe?!”

“Rosa!” The voice was distant. “Rosa!”

The busty brat blinked, inhaling sharply. She immediately began to cough. The air was thick with dust and terribly cold. There was a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the same spot Hilbert’s had been. A face came into focus; it looked quite familiar.

“H-... Hilbert?” Rosa asked, her head still spinning.

“What?” Hilda asked, staring at her cousin with an intense look on her face. “Rosa?! Are you okay?! Rosa!”

The busty brat shook herself awake. Her huge tits jiggled wildly in her top. She sat up, coughing wildly as she took another deep inhale of the dust-laden air. The air was quiet. She brought an arm up to her mouth.

“What happened?” She asked. Hilda helped her cousin to her feet.

“Not sure, that flying ship fired off a few blasts and now look,” Hilda said, pointing down the road. Rosa looked where Hilda pointed, and her jaw fell slack in shock. A massive pillar of ice had taken up the street. The ground was covered in thick layers of ice as well. The temperature seemed to just keep getting colder.

“It’s freezing,” Rosa said. Her nipples were rigid in her top. She could see her breath.

“I know,” Hilda nodded, trying not to let on how cold she was too (her nipples were also visible in her top).

“W-what happened to the ship?” Rosa asked, her body starting to shake. Her arms wrapped around herself, squeezing her huge tits tightly. It caused the hole in her shirt to open more. Rosa was too cold overall to notice.

“It flew de-deeper into the city,” Hilda answered. Her thicc thighs were jiggling as her whole body shook.

The blue glass door that led into Drayden's house opened. The mayor stepped out. His hair was a mess, blood running down his forehead. He was wrapped in a huge purple leather coat with red fur lining it. It looked regal. In his hands were two huge puffer coats. One was black, one was white. Walking out behind Drayden was his Haxorous.

“Put these on!” He called, tossing them to the cousins. “The temperature is dropping rapidly. It’s already twenty-five below!”

Hilda and Rosa scrambled into the ill-fitting coats. They were long, reaching down to Rosa’s shins and Hilda’s ankles. They’d have been a good fit if not for each girl’s overinflated assets. Still, it was enough to spare them the worst of the cold, especially Hilda’s bare legs.

“I doubt Team Plasma was just testing that weapon,” Hilda said, blowing hot air into her hands and then rubbing them together. “This is too public an attack not to get something out of it.”

“I agree,” Drayden said. “Haxorous! Dragon Tail! Carve us a path!”

The dragon type roared its name and lunged forward, its tail glowing purple. The Axe Jaw Pokémon did a front flip and slammed into the ice. It didn’t even crack, let alone give way. Hilda, Rosa, and Drayden were left in shock. Haxorous sneered at the ice. Its tail began to glow again, preparing another attack.

“That’s enough, Haxorous,” Drayden called. The dragon type retreated to its owner.

“The ice didn’t even crack,” Hilda said in disbelief. “I know dragon type is weak to ice, but … it should have done something.”

“This isn’t normal ice,” Drayden shook his head.

“You’ve got that right!” Called a familiar voice. Rosa, Hilda, and Drayden tensed up, with the former two reaching for Pokéballs. Two Plasma Grunts stepped out from the ice-fog, escorting a large man in a thick purple thermal coat.

“I remember you,” Drayden growled. “From N’s Castle.”

Zinzolin shivered as he approached, nearly slipping on the ice. “It is bitter cold. I must admit, I’m shivering. I’m suffering in this biting frost. But I’m alive. It’s what the essence of life feels like. It’s proof of my existence. But that’s enough for philosophy. I’m sure you three would prefer to deal in facts.”

What the hell is he talking about? Hilda wondered.

“This ice was specially created by Team Plasma,” He explained, pointing to the massive pillar behind him. “As long as we have our secret weapon, you’ll never be able to melt or break it.”

“NeverMeltIce?” Hilda questioned. “NeverMeltIce isn’t cold though…”

“Quiet, you insolent child!” Zinzolin roared, pointing at the bottom-heavy former champion. Hilda did tighten her mouth, but only because it seemed the sage was intent on telling them more.

“Drayden Rion,” Zinzolin said, changing his attention to the gym leader. “Hand over the D-N-A Splicers.”

Drayden’s eyes opened wide with shock. Rosa and Hilda both looked at the gym leader with surprise.

How do they know about them?! Hilda wondered.

Right when we were asking for them?! Rosa thought.

“The what?” Drayden asked, trying to save face.

“Oh, drop the act, Drayden,” Zinzolin scoffed. “Opelucid City is a place where the past and future are entwined. Could there be a more perfect place for the Splicers that connect the separated Pokémon?”

Drayden exhlaed, standing tall. “Do you think someone who fought against you six years ago would just hand them over quietly?”

A dastardly smile crept across the old sage’s face. “That’s what I expected you to say. Consider your city, Mister Mayor. The temperature is dropping rapidly. And in the spring, nearly summer, who has their winter clothes ready for such a biting cold? So you have two choices. You can attempt to stop Team Plasma as we scour the city for the Splicers, or you can save your precious citizens from freezing to death. Your choice.”

“I choose Haxorous,” Drayden roared. “Dragon Tail!”

The Axe Jaw Pokémon leapt forward, its tail glowing. One of the Plasma Grunts leapt forward, summoning a Garbodor to take the hit. The other grunt grabbed Zinzolin, leading the old sage away. Once they were clear, the first grunt threw down a smokeball. The glass shattered, releasing a dark purple mist. Haxorous charged into it, but found both the grunt and Garbodor gone. 

“Shit!” Drayden growled. “Opelucid is in danger.”

“So are the Splicers,” Hilda added. “We need to protect them if Team Plasma wants them bad enough to wipe out a city.”

Drayden nodded. “Hilda, you come with me. We need to drive those bastards back. Rosa, you head for the gym.”

“The gym?” Rosa repeated. “Why?”

“Because that’s where the Splicers are,” Drayden answered.

Zinzolin was standing outside the Pokémon Centre, shivering from the cold. The grunts around him were cold as well, but they were moving quickly, setting up an impromptu command post. Several long rope ladders hung from their flying ship overhead, sitting idle in the air.

“Faster, you fools!” Zinzolin shouted. “It’s nearing forty below!”

“Zinzolin!” Hilda roared, getting the attention of every grunt in the area. The old man turned around to see the bottom-heavy former champion and the sentinel of a mayor approaching. Behind them were Flygon (Drayden figured a pure dragon type fighting in the ice was a bad idea) and Emboar. 

The old sage laughed. “Oh, please, even if you were champion, you’re no match for our numbers! Eliminate them!”

Every grunt threw a Pokéball, summoning their various poison, dark, steel, and fighting types. They charged towards Hilda and Drayden. The duo stopped, letting their Flygon and Emboar rush forward. The Pokémon clashed together hard.

The gym! Get to the gym! Rosa thought as she sprinted through the frozen streets, passing by people collapsed from the cold or injured from the ice blasts. She couldn’t look, she couldn’t stop, she had one goal Get to the gym! The gym! I gotta reach the gym!

The massive stone pillar sat ahead at the end of the road. Her feet somehow found stability as she sprinted across the thick sheet of ice on the ground. The top-heavy slut reached the front door, finding the handle frozen. She shoulder checked it (the action made her huge tits bounce in her jacket, tearing the hole in her shirt more). The door broke open, brittle and cold.

The building was dark and empty and cold.

The ice must’ve knocked power out across the city Rosa realised as she walked inside. She reached down to her wrist, turning on the flashlight function of her Xtransceiver. She held her hand up, scanning the large receptionist area Where are they? Drayden didn’t say. I don’t even know what they look like!

She looked around. Ahead of her were the doors to the open-air arena in the back. To her right was a maintenance door. Rosa tried the handle, finding it was locked. She reached into her bag, removing a Pokéball. Lucario was summoned.

“Strength!” Rosa ordered, pointing at the door. The Aura Pokémon struck the door down with a single blow. Rosa sprinted inside. Lucario followed.

Emboar was quickly joined by Beartic. They battled alongside Flygon, Haxorous, and Druddigon. The dragon types were fighting through the bitter cold, warmed only by the flames on Emboar’s mane. 

The former champion and gym leader were surrounded by enemy Pokémon, attacking from all sides. Drayden and Hilda were standing back-to-back, commanding their Pokémon from the epicentre of the battle. The pear-shaped slut glared at Zinzolin, standing far from the battle, barking orders at the grunts.

We have to capture him! He’s the only one who knows what their plan is. He might even be their new leader Hilda thought, gnashing her teeth together, trying to ignore the biting cold. Her face was red, and she could feel the sting of frostbite on her bare fingertips.

“Hilda,” Drayden said. “Why are you holding back?”

“What?” Hilda asked.

“I saw what else you have on your team right now!” Drayden said. “They could turn the tide.”

“I don’t want them to know,” Hilda answered. “They might try to capture Them.”

“They’ll try either way! They granted you their power! Use it!” Drayden declared.

Druddigon hit the ground hard, spirals in its eyes. A Krookodile broke through their defence, charging at Drayden and Hilda. Its massive claws were glowing with the energy of an attack.

Hilda didn’t hesitate. Her hands dove into her bag, grabbing two Pokéballs. She threw them upwards, summoning Cobalion and Virizion. The two Swords of Justice struck down the ground/dark type in a single blow each.

“It’s the Swords of Justice!” One grunt shouted.

“Where did they come from?!” Another cried.

Hilda looked across the field. Zinzolin was frozen (metaphorically) in terror. Even from far away, Hilda could see his eyes were wide with shock.

“Cobalion! Virizion! Clear a path!” Hilda ordered, pointing straight at the sage.

Rosa was climbing a cramped spiral staircase made of metal. The rickety steps shuddered and clanged with every quick step she took. The old, cold stone of the building made it feel even more compressed. Lucario was following behind at a quick pace, leaping up every few steps.

Splicers! Splicers! Rosa thought. The cold was chasing them, creeping in from all sides. She could see her breath again. She reached a small landing with a door. The stairs continued on the other side. Rosa grabbed the door. It was locked.

“Lucario!” She commanded, getting out of the way. The fighting/steel type knocked it off its hinges. Rosa held up her Xtransceiver, searching the room. It was a small storage room. Lots of cardboard boxes labelled for potions, healing items, and some TMs.

This isn’t it Rosa shook her head and turned to leave. She only got a few steps out before stopping.

“No,” She said. “No, it's here! Why would they store all this stuff so far from the battlefield!?”

Her fingers were shaking as she began to rip through the boxes. Lucario began to rip through the boxes as well. Neither of them was quite certain what they were looking for. Rosa’s hunch was proving fruitless, finding potions in the potion box, burn heals in the burn heal box, and antidotes in the antidote box.

No, no, it has to be here! She thought. Her search was getting desperate, overturning box after box and spilling its contents onto the floor. Still, nothing presented itself.

Fuck! I don’t even know what I’m looking for! She thought, hands moving desperately over familiar items. Her huge tits lurched and swayed on her chest; the movement tore her shirt some more, putting a decently sized hole in the frayed top.

Lucario swiped a box, knocking it to the ground. It should have contained two rows of ten potions, twenty total. Only ten potions spilt onto the floor, along with a long, phallic device. Rosa paused, sitting deadly still on her hands and knees (save for her huge tits, which were bouncing wildly, still in motion). She stared at the strange, triangular device. It looked heavy. She reached for it, wrapping her lithe digits around the cold device the same way she would caress a cock. It was a three-sided triangle, wider at the bottom. The tip was a blunted grey stone, then a layer of white, then black, then grey again. The bottom of the pyramid had another, smaller three-sided pyramid on it, made of gold. It was sharp and polished.

This has to be it Rosa thought, turning the device over in her hand.

“We’ll be taking that,” A voice hissed in Rosa’s ear. Her skin turned to gooseflesh as the cold from outside seemed to have finally caught up to her. She was on her knees, her back to the door. She turned her head slowly, seeing three silhouettes in the door. Black shadows with white hair. All three of them were holding Pokéballs. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, making her huge tits shake, threatening to crack a rib. 

Lucario took a fighting stance, but seemed to go ignored by the white-haired men.

“Hand over the D-N-A Splicers,” The one in front demanded.

“Force Palm!” Rosa roared. She ducked forward, throwing herself deeper into the room. Lucario leapt forward, throwing up a glowing palm. The Shadow Triad scattered. Two leapt to the sides. One jumped straight up, tucking in his legs to let Lucario sail clean underneath. The Aura Pokémon slammed into the hand railing that kept people from falling down the middle of the spiral metal staircase. One of the Shadow Triads lunged forward, throwing a fist to try to knock the fighting/steel type through the only metal.

“Strength!” Rosa shouted. The busty brat was on her side, her back up against the metal shelving, which was starting to drop in temperature. She’s lost the puffy jacket in the scramble, having thrown it off to create a small shield should one of the shadows grab at her. Lucario’s paws leapt forward, grabbing hold of the Triad’s lean forearm. The white-haired man was thrown up and over Lucario’s head, falling down the shaft of the staircase.

Another shadow threw a kick as Lucario. The Aura Pokémon took the hit right in the stomach. The old metal hand railing gave way, sending the fighting/steel type stumbling backwards. Its paws grabbed hold of the leg of the Shadow that had kicked it, sending both of them spilling over the edge.

“Lucario!” Rosa screamed, her voice ripping her throat in her panic. Her hand reached out, as if she could stop the freefall from where she was lying on the floor.

The last Shadow appeared in the doorway. He was slouched over, his arms hanging over his torso like they were dead. He turned and looked at Rosa, seeing her on the floor, holding the Splicers.

“Give it here, bitch!” He growled, stepping into the room. Rosa scrambled, moving to get up. She felt the tug of the hole in her shirt, caught on the metal shelving.

TEARRRRRRRRR!

Her baseball t-shirt was left behind (as was her tote bag) as Rosa scrambled to her feet. Her massive tits were completely unrestricted now, bouncing and jiggling wildly on her chest. She brought the D-N-ASplicers to her chest, hiding it between her huge tits. She managed to duck underneath the Shadow and sprinted towards the door. She didn’t get far. Two strong, quick hands wrapped around her trailing twin tails, taking advantage of her long, brown, silky locks. Rosa was yanked backwards by her hair. She fell onto her huge ass, hitting the ground. The D-N-A Splicers were knocked loose from her hand, landing next to her. 

Rosa recovered, managing to scramble her hand and grab it quickly, her hand slipping onto the device before the Shadow, whose fingers layered hers.

SMACK!

The busty brat recoiled, her bareback hitting the floor, tits bouncing wildly on her svelte chest.

“Let go!” He demanded. He tightened his grip on Rosa’s hand, trying to crush her dainty digits under his. He lifted the device and slammed it back down on the floor, trying to knock it loose from Rosa’s grip. It didn’t work. All he accomplished was making Rosa’s massive chest bounce and shake wildly. 

“I said let go, bitch!” He growled.

“N-No!” Rosa spat back. She writhed, trying to pull herself loose. The Shadow spread his legs on hers, pinning her to the floor. Her huge tits continued to bounce and jiggle on her chest, but he seemed immune to their hypnotic sway. Rosa gnashed her teeth together. Her head rolled back on the wooden floor, spotting her tote bag. Her free hand reached for it. The tips of her fingers brushed against the cloth strap. That was the closest she got, as the Shadow’s hand grabbed hers, pinning it down with interlaced fingers.

“Get off me!” Rosa demanded, thrashing wildly, trying to escape his tight grasp. 

“Shut up! Give me the damn Splicers!” The Shadow demanded.

Rosa felt something warm poking against her bare thigh. She lifted her head, looking between the valley that formed between her titanic, jiggling tits. She could see a huge, thick log of fuck meat jutting out from between the Shadow’s legs.

When did he pull down his pants?! When did he pull down my pants?! The busty brat thought, her eyes opening wide with panic.

“NOOOO!” Rosa screamed, her whole body flying into fight or flight, trying to do both. “Get off me! Nooo!”

The bulbous tip kissed Rosa’s plump cunt, pre-cum leaking from his tip, nearly freezing the second it entered the cool air.

“Stoooooooooop!” Rosa screamed. The Shadow thrust forward.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Rosa screamed, her whole body writhing like the cock inside her was a live wire. The thick dick stretched the top-heavy whore to her absolute limits. His pace from the moment he penetrated her was intense. The bulbous head burrowed deep into her warm, wet cunt until he slammed into her cervix. It denied him entry to her womb. Her nude stomach bulged wildly, taking the vague shape of the dick. Pleasure and pain rippled across Rosa’s body, causing her grip on the D-N-A Splicers to falter for just a moment.

N-no! She screamed at herself in her mind. She gnashed her teeth together, rallying all the strength she had presently to her hand, tightening her grip on the Splicers more.

“Let go!” The Shadow demanded as he thrust into her again. His throbbing, puffy veins were beating against the most sensitive spots inside of Rosa’s twat, sending waves of sensations rushing up her spine. Rosa let out a haggard, pathetic gasp. The coolness of the air (the temperature was dropping rapidly) made a massive puff of steam emerge from her pouty lips. Saliva was spiderwebbing in her mouth. The gooseflesh of her skin was sensitive to cooling air, adding to the stimulation that was bombarding her brain.

Don’t let go! She demanded of herself Don’t let go!

She could feel the Shadow’s deft fingers trying to pry hers loose. She tightened her grip some more, knuckles turning white. The massive cock inside of her shunted against her cervix again, the bulbous tip drooling on it. Rosa’s other hand tried to free itself from the Shadow’s grasp to no avail.

PLAP~! PLAP~! POUND~! POUND~! THRUST~! WHUP~! POUND~! SQUELCH~! THRUST~! POUND~! POUND~!

“Ahhh~ Ahhhh~ Ahhhhh~” Rosa moaned, her body twitching and shaking subtly with every brutal thrust from the Shadow. His grip on her hands was like iron. The thick shaft bucked inside of her, battering her soft innards with its hard form. Rosa’s feeble legs kicked, trying to find a way to free herself. It was no use; she had him pinned entirely.

Lucario! She thought Please Lucario! I need you!

“I gotta say, we might just make you a member of our organisation with a hole like this~” The Shadow hissed lecherously. “Could use another cabin girl. Especially one that doesn’t have to disembark like the rest of us.”

“Get off me, you sick fuck!” Rosa growled, her face turning into a defiant sneer.

“Just let go of the Splicers,” the Shadow answered. “And this’ll end.”

“N-No!” Rosa screamed defiantly. She shook her head back and forth, making her titanic tits bounce and shake wildly. He thrust into her harder still. Rosa squealed in pleasure and pain as the bulbous head beat against her cervix. Her love tunnel was tightening up around the massive member, trying to slow him down. He growled, tightening his grip on her hands. He lifted the hand holding the D-N-A Splicers again, smashing it against the wooden floor, chipping it slightly. Pain shot up Rosa’s arm from her hand. Her whole body was freezing as the cold crept in from all around. She shuddered; her breath was fog.

Don’t let go! She told herself Don’t let go!

Cobalion and Virizion made quick work of the grunts. Even the strongest among them, with Krookodiles, Liepards, and Garbodors, were no match for legendary Pokémon. The bottom-heavy former champion approached Zinzolin, standing at the make-shift command centre that they had set up. The cold whipping around them didn’t seem to bother Hilda anymore. She was flanked on either side by Emboar and Beartic.

“Zinzolin!” She shouted, clenching her fists. Her teeth were bared, gnashed together in rage.

The old sage stumbled backwards in a panic. His arms, tiny little sticks poking off his huge thermal coat, pushed on the backs of two grunts beside him.

“Stop her, you fools!” He demanded.

The two grunts, both women, sprinted forward, pulling out Pokéballs. Hilda sneered, raising her head slightly. That was all the command that Beartic and Emboar required. The two Pokémon rushed forward, slamming into the two trainers with an Arm Thrust and Icicle Crash before they could summon their Pokémon. They hit the ground hard, knocked out in a single strike.

Hilda moved past the two downed grunts, focused solely on the sage. Zinzolin stumbled backwards some more, his head swivelling back and forth, looking for more grunts to put between himself and the former champion. There were none.

He turned and ran, sprinting across the ice towards the rope ladders hanging from their flying ship. He grabbed the closest one.

“Stop him!” Hilda roared. Emboar and Beartic rushed forward, charging towards the sage.

Zinzolin ran as fast as his meek, old legs would carry him. He grabbed hold of the rope ladder, out of breath. His hand went to his collar, pressing down on a radio.

“Take off! They’ve certainly got it by now!” He commanded.

“But sir, what about the data?” A voice replied.

Zinzolin looked towards Hilda, seeing the fire/fighting type and ice type charging towards him. He gnashed his teeth, glancing at all the equipment they were leaving behind.

A worthy sacrifice he decided. 

“Forget the data, you fools! Fly! Fly! Fly!” He let go of the radio and began to climb the ladder.

There was a roar from the ship overhead. Hilda directed her attention upwards, watching as the huge, flying sailboat lurched in the air. The rope ladders began to retract. Beartic leapt into the air, swiping at the sage. Zinzolin roared in pain as the Freezing Pokémon dragged its glowing claws across the back of his leg. He faltered, but didn’t fall. The sage groaned in pain as he began to climb the ladder, bringing himself closer still to the ship above.

“Damn it!” Hilda clenched her fists tightly, turning her knuckles white. Her face was red from the freeze. She looked back over her shoulder, watching as her Swords of Justice and Drayden finished off the grunts. She turned back to Beartic and Emboar. “Beartic, go help Drayden. Emboar, we need to go check on Rosa.”

PLAP~! POUND~! STUFF~! POUND~! MASH~! POUND~! PLAP~! STUFF~! POUND~! STUFF~! POUND~! POUND~! STUFF~! PLAP~!

“Ahhh~ Ahhhh~ Ahhhhh~” Rosa squealed and moaned. The top-heavy whore was on her hands and knees now, having tried (and failed) to escape the Shadow. Her huge tits were swaying back and forth with every brutal thrust. Her cervix still had yet to yield, but she could feel that wall faltering. All her strength was in holding the Splicers. The Shadow’s hands were on her hips, rutting into her without an ounce of mercy. Her jaw was slack, tongue hanging against her chin. The cold was making her whole body shiver. Her erect nipples were only an inch or so from the floor as her massive backbreakers swung back and forth in tandem with the brutal thrusts. Rosa wasn’t even sure if the Shadow was trying to secure the Splicers anymore, but she didn’t care, as long as he was distracted.

The bulbous head of his cock hit her cervix again and again. He grunted, the thick cudgel of a cock battering against Rosa’s most sensitive spots with its hard form. She cooed, arching her back and making her decently sized ass look quite plump. She felt one of his hands leave her hips. Her arm swung forward, pulling the Splicers away from his swiping grab.

“Give it to me!” He growled.

“Y-you,” Rosa tried to keep her voice steady, finding it difficult between the pleasure and the cold. “You …”

Why doesn’t he just use whatever strange powers he has? Like he did on the boat? Rosa wondered. Her eyes were glazed over with lust as she twisted her head, studying the svelte man for a moment. There was an intense, intimidating look in his eyes, but his hips were moving hard.

He’s taking his time with this. He’s still human, I guess. He thinks he has time to rape me and secure the device. That’s it! I just need to keep stalling until Lucario gets back! Rosa thought.

The top-heavy whore began to hitch and twerk her hips. The Shadow grunted as Rosa began to fuck herself back on the massive cock, meeting his thrusts halfway.

“Haaah~! Haaaah~! Haaaaah~!” She moaned, throwing her head back as the heat of pleasure began to warm her nude body. Her arm dropped, unable to hold the Splicers out in front of her anymore.

Her cervix finally yielded. The bulbous head punched through, invading her womb.

“Ahhhhhhh~” Rosa squealed. Her love tunnel collapsed, crushing the Shadow’s cock from all sides. He grunted, shaking as the pressure of Rosa’s cunt compressed his cock. A gushing spray of twat water soaked his legs. The cold quickly set in, making the Shadow shudder. The rest fell to the floor, steam rising from it due to the low temperature against the warm liquid.

The bulbous head in Rosa’s womb engorged itself, spitting up a watery pre-seed that trickled into her baby chamber. Rosa’s head dipped between her shoulder blades. She was trying to catch her breath. Her strength was gone, save for her hand.

“What are you doing?!” A voice roared. Rosa whipped her head around quickly.

The other two Shadows were standing in the doorway. They were beat up, but still on their feet. Rosa felt her heart sink in her huge chest. 

Oh no! The top-heavy whore thought Lucario?

“Securing the Splicers. You read her file, she’s just as much of a whore as her cousin,” The Shadow answered. “Now stop gawking and get your cocks out! She’s resisting me, but even a slut like her is vulnerable to three massive cocks at once!”

The two shadows stepped into the room, hands moving to their baggy pants.

“W-wait, stop!” Rosa exclaimed in a panic, looking around. Her heart was pounding like a war drum in her chest, threatening to crack a rib. Two huge cocks hung down to the Shadow’s knees, bracketing her.

“Open wide, bitch,” One of the other Shadows said.

“Sto-” Rosa protested, but it was too late. The massive log of fuck meat was shunted into her mouth. The top-heavy whore gagged and retched as the swelling member invaded her throat. The Shadow in her mouth gripped her brown hair tightly, gripping both of her long twin tails, using them like handlebars as he pounded into her.

“Move,” The only Shadow not inside her said. The man in her pussy shuffled, giving the last Shadow access to Rosa’s ass.

Stop, please! She pleaded in her mind. She sputtered, gagging around the huge cock.

“Stop that!” The man in her mouth demanded.

The bulbous head of the last cock kissed her back door. The Shadow thrust forward, filling Rosa’s snug guts with a thick log of fuckemat, the same size and length as the other two, Rosa realised.

GAG~! CHOKE~! RETCH~! SPUTTER~! GLUKK~! HORK~! RETCH~! CHOKE~! GAG~! SPUTTER~! RETCH~! GLUKK~!

POUND~! STUFF~! POUND~! MASH~! PLAP~! CLAP~! STUFF~! POUND~! STUFF~! MASH~! PLAP~! STUFF~! PLAP~!

All three cocks pistoned into Rosa without mercy. Her eyes rolled deep into the back of her head. The strength in her hand began to falter. Rosa’s lungs were screaming for oxygen, dark spots forming in her vision. Her stomach bulged wildly with two cock outlines. Her throat was being reshaped as well.

The Shadow in her throat grabbed her arm, twisting it hard. Rosa sputtered in pain as her hand was dragged upwards.

“You really couldn’t pry this form from her tiny hands?” The Shadow in her throat asked in a mocking tone. His other hand left her head, reaching for the Splicers. 

NO! Rosa thought, summoning the last of her strength to her hand. The Shadow grabbed at the Splicers, but was unable to pull them free.

“Not so easy, is it?” The Shadow in her pussy asked in a mocking tone.

“Shut up!” The Shadow in her mouth growled. He twisted Rosa’s arm around in an unnatural way. Rosa screamed as she felt her arm rotate violently in its socket. “Just grab the damn thing!”

The other two Shadows both reached forward, grabbing the Splicers.

NO! Rosa whimpered, vibrating the shaft in her throat. She could feel a stronger hand starting to pry her fingers individually from the device. She clenched her fist, but it did nothing. One by one, her digits were pulled from the D-N-A Splicers.

“Got it,” One of the Shadows said.

“Good, now let’s finish off this bitch and get the hell out of here,” The Shadow in her mouth said.

“Oh, c’mon, can’t we enjoy this slut a little longer?” Another asked with a snicker.

“The ship’s leaving, do you want to explain to the Master why we were delayed?”

Rosa screamed, vibrating the shaft in her throat as she felt it sink all the way inside of her throat. She thrashed, trying to escape, but it was no use. The huge nuts slapped against her throat. Similarly, the cocks in her pussy and ass fully sheathed themselves inside her as well. They were pounding into her hard, forcing her to take their cocks completely. Dark spots began to form in her vision. Her lungs were screaming for air. She could feel the throbbing, puffy veins of the huge cocks beating at her throat, her love tunnel, and her snug guts all together like drums in unison. The temperature had finally bottomed out. She was terribly cold.

Rosa’s eyes rolled off in two different directions as all three cocks erupted simultaneously. Her stomach began to swell rapidly as Rosa Whitley passed out. 

CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!!

Hilda Blackburn sprinted through the streets, somehow not slipping on the icy roads. Her footing was sure of itself. Emboar rushed through the roads behind her. The bottom-heavy whore’s lungs were on fire from the cold air that was swiping at her throat with every heavy breath. She didn’t care, though.

Rosa! Please be okay she thought. The gym was ahead.

CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!!

“Rosie!” Hilda shouted as she sprinted into the gym through the blown-open front door. Emboar wasn’t far behind, providing some much-needed heat in the bitter cold that plagued Opelucid. She looked around the cramped reception room, steam escaping her pouty lips. She spotted an open door. The bottom-heavy former champion charged in, slipping in at an angle to accommodate her triple-extra-wide hips. Emboar followed.

CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!! CLAP~!!

Hilda ran down an L-shaped hallway, emerging from the narrow passage at the base of a spiral tower, with old metal stairs lining the wall, curving around the interior towards the top. On the floor was Rosa’s Lucario, spirals in its eyes.

“Lucario!” Hilda exclaimed. The pear-shaped whore dropped to one knee, hands scrambling to her bag. She sprayed the wounded Pokémon with a Hyper Potion. The fighting/steel type whimpered, opening its eyes.

“Lucario, where’s Rosa?” Hilda asked in a frantic tone.

The Aura Pokémon raised a weak hand, pointing up. Hilda looked up, spotting a small landing on the stairs, a break in their ascent. She gingerly placed the Aura Pokémon back on the floor.

“Emboar, stay here with Lucario, warm her up,” Hilda said, moving over to where the stairs began, keeping her head lifted towards the landing. She scrambled up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Hilda reached the landing, finding an open door. Inside was a mess of a storage cabinet. On the ground was Rosa, completely naked, curled up and shivering. Her belly was bloated with seed, leaking from her pussy and asshole. Her hand was holding the opposite shoulder, which was discoloured with a big bruise.

“Rosie!” Hilda exclaimed. She dashed inside and quickly removed her jacket, throwing it over her cousin. The bottom-heavy trainer threw her body over the covered form of Rosa, trying to transfer more heat. “Are you okay?”

“T-They took it,” Rosa answered, shaking wildly. “S-... so cold.”

“Who?” Hilda asked.

“The S-Shadow Tri-ad,” Rosa shivered, her voice cracking. “They took the D-N-A Splicers.”

Hilda paused for a moment. Rosa’s face was a canvas, painted with remorse and anguish. Tears were freezing in the corners of her eyes.

“Rosie, it's okay,” Hilda said, trying to reassure her cousin. “You’re okay, that’s all that matters.”

Hilda’s Xtransceiver vibrated against her wrist. The bottom-heavy former champion checked the call, seeing it was from Cheren.

“Hey! Did you hear?” Hilda asked.

“I did, that’s why I’m calling. Are you and Rosa okay?” Cheren asked.

Hilda looked down at her cousin. Rosa was still shaking, and her eyes looked distant.

“We’ll be alright,” Hilda answered. “Where are you?”

“I’m heading to Humilau City,” Cheren answered. “Save for I imagine Opelucid, it's the only place in the Unova Region that has irregular temperature readings right now. Hugh and I are en route. I need you two to meet us there.”

“Hugh?” Hilda repeated the name. “We just saw him a few days ago here in Opelucid. He’s gotten that far back across the region?”

“He’s the one who tipped me off. Said he’s been tracking a pair of Plasma Grunts for days,” Cheren answered.

“Okay, we’ll … just give a bit of time to recover,” Hilda said.

“I understand, we’ll talk later,” Cheren said. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Hilda hung up. She rubbed her hand across the puffy jacket covering her cousin, trying to warm Rosa up.