A Break

You walk over to where your friends have gathered. The table where you’d seen Daisy earlier. Jack and Paris lean against each other’s backs while sitting on the ground. Opal is hugged to John’s chest. Daisy looks nauseous and is hugging a bucket, that you’re hesitant to look into. And Yuruki is… fingering herself?

“What are you doing?” you ask as you approach on shaky legs.

Yuruki pulls her fingers free, “None of these guys seem to realize that they make me dryer than the Asado desert. So I’m taking this opportunity to lube up every nook and cranny.” She squirts more lube onto her fingers before resuming her efforts.

“How is everyone else?” you cautiously ask, before you can even think that you know they’re not doing good. And the silence tells you that your assumption is right.

“What if we just leave?” Paris suggests.

You glance towards the one exit surrounded by Team Rocket grunts, “I don’t think they’ll allow that.” Everyone else looks to the door as well, and nobody disagrees.

“We’ll just have to—“ Daisy starts, but is interrupted as she regurgitates into the bucket. You grimace noticing the number of glasses at her side. A grunt comes over to load them onto a serving tray, taking them away, for cleaning? For refilling? She spits, trying to get the taste from her mouth, “We just have to make it through.”

“Daisy’s right,” you speak up, “and we need to take advantage of this break. There was food and drink over there,” you point at the buffet.

“And this might be the best time to use the bathroom,” Opal speaks up.

“True, I assume if the hands-off sign wasn’t active, going anywhere near that thing would result in a shower,” Yuruki teases, miming holding a cock in her hand. You shiver at the thought.

“And don’t be anywhere near this Arceus damned table,” Daisy proffers.

A new resolve washes over the group. Half heading to the bathroom, the others going to refuel at the buffet. You hug John’s side as you and him make it over to the buffet. He stiffens at first when you wrap your arms around his waist, but he looks down and relaxes. “You okay?”

He takes a deep breath, “I. No, but I can make it through. I know all of you face similar on a daily basis.” He stops, the sudden pause in footsteps causes you to recoil as your momentum tries to carry you forward. “You’re so strong, I knew that. You’re an amazing trainer, but after tonight, knowing what the forfeits can really be like, I, I,” tears are falling across his dark cheeks.

“John,” the words catch in your throat. Neither of you say anything, just holding each other.

Both of your breathings settle, and John starts again, “Amber, I love you. And I’ll do anything to help achieve your goal.” He kisses the top of your head, “Tell me how to help and we’ll get rid of the forfeit system.”

You chuckle, “I have no clue how to do that. But maybe together we can figure it out.” You plant your chin in his chest, staring up at him. “But I’m pretty sure the first step is making it through tonight.”

John nods, “I’ll be okay, I swear.” His words are reassuring, even if the look in his eyes betray the truth that he’s worried. But you believe in him.

You don’t know exactly how long the break will last. You and John load a couple plates with food, and fill a handful of cups with lemonade. You rejoin the group, no longer staying anywhere near Daisy’s table. Everyone picks at the refreshments you brought over. Sharing the couple of glasses, and nibbling at the finger foods.

You and John decide to give the bathroom a try. It’s a little awkward peeing in front of everyone. You close your eyes, trying to ignore everyone, which is hard when you can hear the comments made by the nearby men. But at least when you finish and wipe, you can make a quick exit, instead of being grabbed by the men hanging around the bathroom.

You look for a clock, but there is nothing. All of you have been stripped of everything, so checking your phones is out the windows. Which speaking of windows, there aren’t any of those either. You’re completely cut off from any concept of time, meaning you have to trust Team Rocket to tell you when it’s all done. That thought sends shivers down your spine, what is stopping Team Rocket from just keeping all of you here indefinitely?

“I think that’s enough of a break,” Black Jack’s voice rings out over the murmuring crowd. “Back to the action.” All of the men in the room look like circling Pyroar ready to pounce on their prey. You take a deep breath, squeezing your friends’ hands, preparing for whatever may come next.

Author's Note: The following chapters will be an exploration of kinks. I will try my best to keep story elements out of them, so that people that don't like any certain kink can skip without fear of missing important narrative beats. It will probably only be a couple then I might make a hub chapter where in the future I can come back and add more, or where others could add more. So if you want to skip chapters, that is fine by me, it won't hurt my feelings, look out for "The Party is Over" as the chapter title that will resume the narrative. And although I just said it last chapter, huge thank you to all my lovely readers who've made it this far. <3