To the Rescue

The grasp on you holds tight as your captor turns. John stands in front of well, everyone. “I said let her go!”

“Can’t do that, we’ve got orders from a higher power than a bunch of twerps,” the other goon says, throwing out a pokemon. Magmar stood in front of your friends, letting out a stream of blistering heat.

“Hold it Johnny, you’ll get DQed if you get caught battling here. Plus I’ve got this,” Yuruki says stopping John from throwing out his own pokemon. “Final chance to just let her go,” she smirks, holding her pokeball out in front of her.

The goon not holding you just laughs, “Magmar, flamethrower.”

In a flash Rhyperior is blocking the stream of fire from hitting your friends. “Drill run!” Yuruki commands. The whole hallway is boiling from Magmar’s heat, sweat is beading along your neck, trailing down your exposed chest as the goon’s hold on you never falters.

Rhyperior launches into a spinning charge, horn first, slamming into the fire duck. Magmar falls to the ground. The goon attempts to exchange his pokemon, but as Magmar is returning, Yuruki shouts, “Let her go.” She stomps as she says it, Rhyperior following her gesture and the whole hall rumbles. The lights flicker and a crack runs up the wall.

The goon holding you, stumbles and you push off taking the chance. You’re free, you start towards all your friends. But stop suddenly with a scream of pain, as something snags your hair. “Where do you think you’re going?” the goon says as he pulls you back by your hair. He wraps his other hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make it hard to breathe.

The other goon manages to throw out his next pokemon, Dusknoir. “Ice punch,” he says. Dusknoir’s fist coats in a sheen of crystal clear ice before punching Yuruki’s partner in the chest.

Yuruki laughs, “Rhyrhy, payback.” Without a chance to withdraw, the Dusknoir is crushed by the swinging arm of the mountainous pokemon’s arm.

“Shit,” the goon holding you mumbles. He starts to back away towards the door.

“Help—“ you start to call out, but stop as the hand on your throat tightens. He pulls you through the door. The door shutters behind you as the other goon sends out a third pokemon.

The goon goes to throw you over his shoulder, and you kick and scream trying your best to get back out the door. You can feel the place shake again, presumably from Rhyperior. As the goon takes off with you thrown over his shoulder you see the doors burst open again. Yuruki leading the charge, with John right behind him shaking off his hand as if he’d just punched something.

Opal throws out a ball, “Pachirisu thundershock.” You feel the jolt of electricity surge through you, but if that’s what it takes to save you from the Rockets you’ll gladly take it. The goon holding you obviously feels it too, he spasms before staggering and falling to his knees. The momentum carries you forward as you slide across the floor. You feel a sharp pain as your leg rams into a shelf’s leg.

You go to stand at the same time as the goon, but while he makes it to his feet, you wince and collapse again as you put weight on your ankle. “Damn twerps can’t mind your own business.” The goon throws out an Exploud, “Sound the alarm.”

Exploud lets out a ringing siren noise, and as the deafening sound tapers off the sound of shuffling footsteps come from behind every shelf in the back room. A half dozen Rockets appear ready for battle.

Opal’s Pachirisu, John’s Ninjask, Paris’s Seviper, Roger’s Pinsir, Humphrey’s Heracross, and finally Yuruki’s Rhyperior stand ready for battle. Daisy stands behind them, looking worried about your safety. The battle royale erupts in a barrage of attacks from both sides. You try to scoot along the outskirts but with your arms bound and your ankle hurt, you don’t make it far.

Rhyperior stomps the ground and shelves rumble, the Rockets step away dodging anything that falls. Seviper strikes at the Exploud. Pinsir grapples with a Mienfoo. Heracross flips a Cufant. Ninjask and Pachirisu circle around a Crawdaunt. And Rhyperior clashes with an Electivire. As you watch the madness unfold, you’re surprised when someone grabs your arm.

You turn to find Daisy at your side. “Come on we’re getting you out of here.” She flicks a lighter from her pocket burning the plastic that binds your hands together. You throw your arm over her as she helps keep your weight off your ankle. When you’re behind friendly lines, she calls out that it’s time to retreat.

The Rockets keep up the pressure until you’re all through the doors once again. None of you stop until you’re much further from the doors. Yuruki is on you quick, “Are you okay? I’m so sorry I left you behind. I didn’t know, I-I,” she’s checking you all over for any obvious injuries, franticly apologizing. She tries to cinch your dress back together but it’s hopelessly ruined.

“Hey, I’m fine. My ankle’s a little banged up, but there was no way for you to know they were waiting for us.”

“Here take this,” Yuruki says, pulling her shirt off over her head. She has a sports bra underneath, but you never grow tired of looking at her abs. Daisy and Yuruki help you stay balanced while squeezing into the shirt, tossing your torn bra in a nearby trash can. You’re bustier than Yuruki, but the shirt manages to at least get over your chest. Your midriff is still exposed but the rip on the dress stops just above your hips, so it still acts like a skirt at least.

Yuruki takes your arm from Daisy, wrapping it around her back. You expect her to just help you walk but you yelp as she sweeps you up in her arms. She looks like you weigh nothing despite being taller and bigger than her. She carries you as you all make your way back to your seats.

“How unfortunate, maybe next time we’ll see what’s under that vest. But for now Jack of Fuchsia City wins and moves on to the next round,” Faeton calls out. You missed Jack’s entire match.