POV Shift: Miguel (Optional, Canon)

(Author's note: Literally only just came up with the idea of writing this chapter to showcase Team Rocket's perspective; I can't see it fitting anywhere other than straight after the Misty POV chapter and I've already published the Amber one so can't just slot this in-between, so it'll have to be an optional chapter that links back to the Amber one. That's fine; there's nothing in here that's necessary to read, so this chapter being optional works. Hope you enjoy if you do decide to read it! Fair warning it's, uh... kinda dark lol.)

Your surroundings change in an instant, the gloom of Pokémon Tower's basement being replaced by the comparatively bright lights of one of the Team Rocket HQ bathrooms. You remember being incredibly disoriented by the sudden nature of traveling by Teleport the first time you'd done it, but it's second nature at this point. The room you're now standing in has several cubicles and urinals, but none of them are in use right now. Instead, your colleagues currently in here are all busy utilising the bathroom's... other feature. Using the Dig technique from ground-type pokémon boosted by Rocket Fuel, several holes have been dug into one wall of the bathroom, through which protrude the nude lower halves of various young women, suspended in place perfectly as if mounted onto the wall itself, photos of their faces placed above them with name-labels to indicate their identities. These are all sex **** prisoners of Team Rocket, and almost all of them are currently having either their pussies or asses pounded by your male colleagues; this is just one of many assignments the women captured by your organization perform, all in the name of keeping the men motivated and dedicated to the cause. There is a similar wall in the bathroom next door to this one where the top halves of the women are on display, allowing access to their mouths and tits for any grunts using those facilities; you can hear the faint sound of some of them gagging on cock from the other side of the wall.

One day the whole world will be like this... you think to yourself wistfully. You feel your boner spring back up as you observe the erotic display, despite you having cum on the Cerulean brat's face just a few minutes ago. Goddamn, some of that gas is still in my system, huh... You really need to report to one of the admins about what had occurred at Pokémon Tower, and get some medical attention for your injured leg... but a few minutes won't do any harm, will it? That's probably about as long as you'll last with your libido in the state it's in. You sigh with resignation before withdrawing Kadabra to its pokéball and limping over to the wall of **** girls, surveying which ones are on duty here today and aren't currently being used. You select Lea, a redhead that had been taken from Celadon City a few weeks ago. Her hair colour gives her a passing resemblance to Misty, and you picking her isn't a coincidence. You walk over and unzip your pants, lining up your dick with her asshole, her asscheeks already covered in cum from someone using her earlier. You thrust into her without warning, hearing a very faint squeal from the room next door that you assume is from her; it's hard to tell if she has a cock in her mouth or not with how much being on the other side of a wall naturally muffles ones voice.

As you start to thrust in and out of Lea's tight hole, imagining it's the bitchy Cerulean Gym Leader's rosebud you're pounding against her will, the tall muscular bald grunt next to you turns to face you, not pausing in his fucking of a black **** girl's pussy as he greets you. "Hey, Miguel!" he says, in-between thrusts. "Didn't know Proton's group made it back yet."

"Proton's group didn't make it back, Cameron," you say, not turning to look at him, all your attention on the jiggling asscheeks of the girl you're fucking. "It's just me. Only just teleported in here."

"Oh," he says, giving the ass of his **** girl a casual spank with his hand. "Proton send you back to report or something?"

"Not quite," you say, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice. You hate people trying to have conversations with you while you're fucking a woman. This is a big part of your resentment of Proton; admins like him are the only people in Team Rocket besides the boss who get to have their own personal sex slaves that can be touched by no-one else and can accompany them on assignments, while grunts and scientists like yourself have to make do with the free-use slaves in communal areas of the HQ. As your colleagues go, Cameron isn't too bad, but he's still far too chatty for your liking. "There was... an incident at Pokémon Tower," you continue, keeping your tone level. "I need to report to an admin about it, but-"

"But you've gotta get your dick wet first," smirks Cameron. "I totally get it, bro. Tell you what, I'm almost... ungh... done here. This bitch's cunt is squeezing me so hard, man, I think she's really getting into it! Once I'm done I'll go get Ariana to come see you in here, how about that?"

That... seems like a fair arrangement. You nod to Cameron and return your full focus to fucking Lea, closing your eyes and thinking about Misty's face from earlier, her defiant expression completely gone as you came all over her face and hair. A few moments later you hear Cameron moan in climax, before pulling out of the girl's pussy and sheathing his cock, walking out of the bathroom. In truth, you could have spared him his errand; it's only a minute or so later before you feel yourself getting close too. "Ungh... take it, Misty...!" you moan as your orgasm hits you, shooting your seed deep into Lea's bowels. You pull out of her ass and grab some toilet paper from a roll on the wall, using it to clean off your dick before zipping your pants back up. Hopefully that takes care of my libido for a while... You normally pride yourself on being able to focus completely on whatever task is at hand in spite of sexual distractions, but the aphrodisiac that Proton had mixed into the Rocket Fuel gas to use on the ghosts was incredibly potent and is clearly affecting you still.

You turn around as Cameron walks back into the bathroom, accompanied by a tall woman in her thirties with red hair done up in an elaborate style. Her face is stern, and she is wearing a white dress with slits at the bottom to show off her shapely legs, the Team Rocket badge emblazoned above one of her large breasts. You give a small salute. "Ariana..."

She nods curtly at you. "Miguel." The collar she wears around her neck indicates her status as a sex **** like the girls in the bathroom, but Ariana is so much more than that. She had been one of the first women that the boss had taken as his personal property, and he had been impressed with her intelligence and her capacity for cruelty, raising her to the rank of admin. She still is frequently used as a fucktoy by the boss himself, but in every other way is on equal standing with Proton, Petrel and Archer, with every other man in Team Rocket having to obey her commands. She is one of the only women in the whole team, and is frankly one of the only women you have any respect for. The way she treats the other sex slaves is crueller than most men in the organization, and she knows that the rest of her gender being subjugated by men is the natural order of things. "Walk with me," she says. "We evidently have much to discuss."

Limping, you follow her out of the bathroom and into the lounge, where various grunts and scientists are sitting on couches with collared sex **** girls bouncing on their dicks, before heading downstairs to the admin's quarters. She leads you into her office, a normal-looking space in every way besides the presence of a tied-up naked girl, who by the looks of her is from your original homeland of Paldea, with a ball gag in her mouth and a vibrator in her pussy; as an admin, Ariana has access to a personal **** like Proton and the others, and clearly she's in the middle of disciplining her right now. "So," Ariana says, speaking as if the **** girl isn't present. "Give me your report, Miguel. What happened to Proton and the others?"

You tell her the tale in as much detail as you can recall: Proton's rash decision to mix the chemicals together, your attempt to stop him and the resulting Arcanine-inflicted wound you'd sustained, and you being **** into hiding in the basement until you could steal healing items from a trainer in order to heal your Kadabra. She listens intently until you finish, then considers you for a moment before picking up the phone on her desk. "You hear all that, boss?" she asks. You hear a muffled response from the other end of the phone. You've only heard the boss's voice a few times, and never seen his face. It's impressive how much fear and respect he has been able to command while keeping his identity completely secret from all except a select few. Ariana exchanges a few more words with him before putting the receiver down and turning back to look at you. "The boss believes it is time to abandon the Pokémon Tower project," she says. "The gaseous form of Rocket Fuel clearly is not ready, and testing it can clearly prove volatile. He also believes that Proton and the others should be considered a lost cause. Expending resources to rescue them when Pokémon League officials could already be in Lavender Town by now is a wasted effort. Therefore, we have a vacant admin position, and the boss believe it prudent to offer it to someone with a more... scientific mind..." She meets your eyes intently. "Do you accept the position?"

You can hardly believe what you're hearing! This is the moment you've been dreaming of since you first joined up. "Yes," you nod, trying to conceal quite how enthusiastic you are about it. "Yes, I accept."

"Very good," she nods. "I shall send for one of our medics to treat your injury, and have some grunts prepare Proton's old office for you. We shall prepare a more appropriate uniform for you also; from here onwards, you are an admin of Team Rocket." She picks her phone back up off her desk and starts dialling a number, presumably for the medic she mentioned, before she looks back up at you. "Oh, I almost forgot. You have access to a personal sex ****. Do you have any you have your eye on already, or would you like some time to think on it? You can pay a visit to The Vault to survey the girls there also, if you wish." Your heart leaps. The Vault is a room on the lowest floor of HQ, where prisoners with the right combination of stunning looks and submissive tendencies are given various **** and moulded into perfect personal fucktoys, to be given out to various men in positions of authority in exchange for them turning a blind eye to Team Rocket's operations. Ariana herself is in charge of the selection process, and you've heard nothing but positive reviews.

But something in the back of your mind is telling you to make... a different choice. You aren't sure if it's the effects of the gas still, but either way... Fuck it. "I do not currently wish to accept a personal ****," you say. Ariana looks surprised, before you continue. "However... when we have achieved our goal and taken over the Kanto Region... I wish to make a request. I want Misty of Cerulean City..." You feel a grin stretch across your face. "All to myself..."