Zoroark, still cloaked in her [Illusion], moved through the shadowy streets of Saffron City, her form shifting seamlessly between the shapes of random passersby.
Her heart raced as she recalled the events at Silph Co.—the brutal experiments, the pain she had endured, and the strange group that had intervened.
She had overheard just enough to know where they were staying: the exclusive Lumina Grand Hotel, a place where only the wealthiest guests could stay.
With each step, her mind thought over and over with anger and curiosity. What were these strangers doing at Silph C.O?
Why did they care enough to help her escape, yet leave the man behind who had put her through such torment?
More than anything, she wondered if she could find a way to repay the debt—and seize an opportunity for herself.
As she reached the grand hotel, she transformed her appearance back into that of a well-dressed woman in a green dress, blending into the upscale atmosphere of the lobby.
Her sharp ears picked up snippets of conversation from the staff and the faint clinking of glassware from a nearby bar.
She was careful, slipping through unnoticed as she followed the path Helena and her companions had taken earlier.
Her heart pounded as she approached the golden elevator that would take her to their suite.
The doors slid shut behind her with a quiet hum, and she took a moment to steady herself and focus her thoughts.
This was a gamble—she didn't know exactly what she hoped to find, but she had to see these people again.
As the elevator ascended, she used her heightened senses to ensure no one noticed her presence.
It opened onto the luxurious floor of their private suite. She padded silently down the plush carpeted hall, using her keen nose to track the scent of Helena and Dune to a grand double door.
The suite was silent, except for the muffled sounds of conversation and laughter behind the door.
She crawled up the walls into an unnatural position no Pokemon should be able to do and slipped inside with barely a whisper, closing the door behind her.
Her illusion flickered briefly as she regained her bearings. She then shifted into the form of the Gothitelle maid she had seen earlier to blend into the room's ambiance.
But a motion blur caught her off guard before she could take another step.
Lopunny sprang out from behind a plush armchair, and, with a swift motion, she struck Zoroark with a perfectly timed [Fake Out], the attack hitting with a resounding clap.
Zoroark's senses overloaded, and her head spun as darkness claimed her vision. She crumpled to the floor.
Zoroark's eyes fluttered open sometime later, her head pounding from the blow. It took a moment for her senses to catch up, and when they did, the first thing she registered was the warm, musky scent that filled the room. Her illusion slipped away, revealing her true form as she took in the scene before her.
Helena was kneeling on the plush carpet in front of Dune, her long dark purple hair cascading over her shoulders as she worked his massive cock with an almost desperate intensity.
Her lips wrapped around his girth, her mouth sliding up and down with wet, enthusiastic noises.
She spit onto Dune's cock, the saliva mingling with the precum that oozed from the blunt spines along his cock.
Zoroark's breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened in shock. She wanted to look away, but her body remained frozen as she watched Helena work.
The human woman was clearly lost in her own pleasure as she worshiped every inch of Dune's members.
Helena's tongue moved over the bumps and spines, drawing out more of Dune's precum, which dribbled down her chin and pooled onto her massive chest.
Dune's low, rumbling growls of pleasure filled the room, his clawed hands resting gently on Helena's head, guiding her rhythm.
His eyes remained half-closed, completely focused on the sensation of Helena's eager mouth.
Helena pulled back for a moment, gasping for air as she looked up at Dune with adoration, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "I love you so much, Dune," she murmured breathlessly, her voice barely a whisper as she stroked him with her hands, smearing his precum along the length of his cock.
Zoroark felt a strange, conflicted knot of emotions tighten in her chest as she watched the scene.
She couldn't understand this dynamic, this raw and shameless display of affection between a human and a Pokemon.
Part of her wanted to bolt out of the room and never look back, but another part kept her rooted in place, captivated by the moment.
Lopunny, who had been standing watch nearby, noticed that Zoroark had regained consciousness.
She smirked, placing a finger to her lips in a mock gesture of secrecy. "Shh, enjoy the show, fox lady. Master Dune wouldn't want you interrupting his fun," she whispered with a mischievous glint in her eye, clearly enjoying the situation.
Zoroark could only stare, her mind racing as she tried to comprehend the strange world she had stepped into.
Zoroark tried to steady her breathing as she lay on the plush carpet; the scene unfolding in front of her was beyond surreal.
Her eyes darted around the luxurious suite, searching for an escape or something that made sense amidst the chaos of the situation. But her attention was abruptly pulled back when she felt a presence behind her.
Gardevoir's cold voice cut through the air, dripping with disdain towards her. "Ah, so you are awake, Subject 606-6. You have a great deal of explaining to do."
She loomed over Zoroark, her breast falling into Zoroarks face and her dress flowing elegantly as she studied the dark-type Pokemon with an unamused expression.
But her eyes flickered with frustration, and she added with a slight pout, "You know, it's quite troublesome trying to pry into that dark little mind of yours. My [Hypnosis] is completely useless against you."
Zoroark narrowed her eyes, forcing herself to focus despite the lewd scene right in front of her. "And you think that gives you any right to hold me here? What do you want from me?" she snapped back, defiant.
Before Gardevoir could respond, Lopunny jumped in, her tone playful and mocking.
"Aww, poor Gardi can't do her little mind tricks on the big, scary Zoroark?" She giggled, clearly enjoying the situation, and walked over to the pair, swaying her hips.
As she did, Zoroark's eyes caught sight of a shiny, metallic buttplug sticking out from underneath Lopunny's tight sports shorts.
The sight only added to the absurdity of the moment, and she blinked, unsure if she was caught in some bizarre dream.
Gardevoir shot Lopunny a glare, her voice taut with irritation. "Lopunny, must you always revel in my inconveniences?" She sighed and turned her attention back to Zoroark, her expression hardening.
"Regardless, I have questions, and you will answer them. Why did Giovanni keep you? What is your purpose here?"
Zoroark grits her teeth, trying to ignore the sounds of Helena and Dune next to her face. "He thought he could use me... that I'd help him track down and capture other Pokemon and... and something about legends. But I escaped before he could force me to do anything more."
Her eyes darkened with anger, recalling the experiments, the chains, the pain. "I won't be used like that again."
Gardevoir studied her momentarily, then nodded slowly as if weighing the truth of her words. "Very well. Your hatred of Giovanni seems genuine enough."
She stood up straight, turning away from Zoroark. "I suppose you're of no immediate threat to us. But understand this, Zoroark—if you attempt to deceive or harm Master Dune or Lady Helena, I will deal with you myself, even without my powers."
With her warning delivered, Gardevoir glided back toward Dune, who was nearing his climax.
Helena continued to work eagerly, her lips and hands covered in his slick precum. Sensing his growing need, Gardevoir positioned herself just in time, her elegant hands cupping Dune's base as she opened her mouth wide.
Dune let out a low growl as he released thick ropes of cum pouring into Gardevoir's waiting mouth. She accepted the load with practiced grace, her throat working to swallow it down even as some overflowed, dripping down her chin.
Her cheeks flushed with warmth as she knelt beside Helena, both of them basking in Dune's scent.
Gardevoir and Helena exchanged a brief, knowing glance before they pressed their chests together, enveloping Dune's still-throbbing length between their breasts.
The two of them began a synchronized rhythm, their soft, pillowy flesh sliding up and down, creating a tight and warm embrace around him. Their tongues flicked out, licking away any stray drops as they worked together to please him.
Zoroark, still lying on the floor, tied up, could only watch in a mix of shock and confusion.
This scene—this strange, wild display of submission—was unlike anything she had encountered before. She glanced at Lopunny, who had crossed her arms and leaned casually against the wall, observing the spectacle with a smirk on her lips.
Lopunny caught Zoroark's gaze and winked, clearly relishing the situation. "You see, fox lady? Around here, it's all about knowing your place and having a little fun with it. But don't worry—if you stick around, you might find room for you in this little family, too."
Zoroark didn't reply, but a strange mixture of anger, curiosity, and something she couldn't quite place churned in her chest, abdomen, and lower parts...