Interlude: Gotta Keep Catching 'Em All

Misty loved the water and everything about it. Any sporting activity involving the water, like swimming or surfing or sailing. All the myriad of lifeforms that lived above and below the waves. She considered herself an amateur marine biologist, oceanographer, and marine conservationist. Whether it be fresh water, salt water, or manmade pool, Misty never wanted to be without water in her life.

All that being said, she strived to start her day, each and everyday, with a refreshing and revitalizing swim. Nothing too heavy. A couple laps in the pool, maybe some diving or even a soak in the hottub if she was feeling less active. It energized her for the day, focused her mind, and put her soul at ease.

So, after her daily morning swim, she exited her local rec centre feeling peachy and perfect, ready for the day ahead of her. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the water was perfect, and she was ready to tackle the-

Suddenly, a hard object struck her in the side of the head and all Misty felt and thought was utter blackness.

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May stared at the object left on her doorstep in wonder and confusion.

A small ball that looked like it could fit in the palm of her hand, divided into two hemispheres, coloured red on the top and white on the bottom, with a black line separating the two planes in half and a large white button set in the middle.

Part of her felt the strange ball was awfully familiar. Another part was wary of such a strange thing being left on her doorstep - the doorbell literally rang and May took all of ten seconds to answer it, yet whoever left the ball was already long gone. Still another part of her was deeply, deeply curious about what it was, what it did, and who could possibly have left it for her.

Unfortunately for May, the latter most part of her won out over any caution she might have held otherwise.

“Now, what’s your deal little guy?” She said to the ball, picking up and testing it’s heft and weight, tossing it up and down in the palm of her hand. It was a little lighter than a softball. She was wondering what it’s purpose could be - a toy? Sporting equipment? When she noticed the hinge mounted on the back of the ball.

“Oh? Are you some kind of funky, kitschy jewelry box?” May mused aloud, thumb hovering over the large, bulbous button. As it turned out, that button seemed to be on a hair trigger, as her gentle prodding from her thumb immediately depressed it. The ball split along it’s equator and opened on it’s hinge, all with a loud CLICK!

May was giddy with anticipation, but only for a moment, as a beam of red light erupted from the ball and washed over her.

In a split second, the light and the ball consumed May, and her mystery delivery person was quick to retrieve both.

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Dawn happily skipped down the sidewalk, eyes not in front of her, but instead on her phone. She was intently focused on all the juicy gossiping from the idol scene before her eyes.

Some might call her obsession with idol culture to be dorky or obsessive, but she did not care, she loved everything about the world of idols. The songs, the dancing, the costumes, the lights, the pageantry! It was amazing! She knew at eighteen she was far beyond the point of being an idol herself, but she always dreamed of being a part of that world. Maybe a choreographer or a costume designer.

So absorbed in her obsessions and fantasies that Dawn - who was lucky to not to have tripped or run into anything or wander into traffic - absolutely missed the presence of an old friend.

“Still have your nose in your phone, Dawn?” Cynthia chuckled as Dawn obliviously skipped past her.

Immediately, Dawn put on the breaks and dropped her phone. Cynthia was an old family friend and someone Dawn had always looked up to the older woman as a smart, assured, confident career woman. Someone to emulate and pattern herself off of. Of course, she hadn’t seen Cynthia in a few years, but what was a few years between old friends?

Well, a few years and a couple of cup-sizes, as when Dawn turned on her foot to face Cynthia, smile on her face, she was agog by the gigantic breasts Cynthia’s jacket did nothing to hide. Sure, she was always quite a busty woman, but nothing like this! Dawn’s jaw went slack as she stared at Cynthia like a total idiot.

“Are you really that surprised to see me, Dawn?” Cynthia asked with another amused, almost cruel chuckle, smirking at Dawn. “Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that, you’ll hurt my feelings.”

Dawn managed to pick her jaw off the floor and regain some semblance of propriety regarding her old friend and her new bazongas.

“Uh, yeah, sorry Cynthia, it’s just you surprised me, is all.” Dawn tried to laugh it off, smiling awkwardly and rubbing the back of her head. “And, well, then I was surprised to see, er… those.”

Cynthia flipped her hair over her shoulders, her smirk deepening. She then puffed up her chest, emphasizing her gigantic breasts - that still appeared to be all natural, despite first impressions - seemingly taunting Dawn and her slight, A-cup frame.

“Do you like them? If so, I can recommend the gentleman who did them for me.”

Dawn blanched at the offer, holding up her hands in polite denial. “Oh, no, please. That’s okay Cynthia. They look good on you and all, but I’m not really looking for… that kind of work.”

Much to Dawn’s surprise, one of Cynthia’s hands reached into the unfathomably deep valley of her cleavage, retrieving an object. “Oh, but Dawn, I do insist.”

Then, without warning, Cynthia whipped a spherical object at Dawn, all but sneering at her. Dawn was still put out by everything that she just could not react in time, as the object struck her square in the chest before opening up. Against all logic, Dawn felt her entire form being sucked inside that sphere.

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Captain Amelia grinned broadly, flashing her fang, as her prey finally arrived. Lusamine, CEO of the Aether Foundation. Genius business woman, generous philanthropist, a world-class beauty, and a stone-cold bitch if the rumours were true. And, given the dark, nasty look on her face and the way she stomped into the empty warehouse, Amelia fully believed in those rumours.

“Well, aren’t you a strange… creature…” Lusamine pronounced when she finally got a good look at the good Captain, not sure what to make of the feline alien. Her eyes darted about to their derelict surroundings, casting her dour gaze at the dirty, dingy place. “Okay, you dragged me out to this awful place, time to give me back what is mine.”

“In due time, miss.” Amelia purred, eyes glinting at how openly huffy and impatient Lusamine was, while also drinking in her body. Long legs, big breasts. Once she had her personality fixed, she would be a gem for her Master. “But, first, the money please.”

Lusamine barely contained a growl, before dropping a briefcase to the ground, disdainfully kicking it so that it slid all the way to Amelia’s feet. With languid motion, Amelia scooped the case up and opened it. Millions of dollars in the form of bundles of hundred dollar bills, a thousand bills per bundle.

“You know, I am quite surprised you actually acquiesced to our demands.” Amelia drawled, as clawed fingers rifled through the bills before her. “I didn’t think you cared about your daughter so much.

“As a matter of fact, I can barely stand that brat and her whining.” Lusamine snapped, arms crossed over her chests, raising her head so that she could look down on Amelia better. “But, she is my property, and no one - absolutely no one - puts a finger on my property!”

“Heh, looks like you won’t be winning any ‘Mother of the Year’ awards…” Amelia chuckled, openly mocking the woman. “Well, you made good on your deal. Cynthia? Could you bring our darling hostage out here?”

Amelia’s partner did as requested, marching out of the shadows behind Amelia, leading a young blonde girl by the hand. Cynthia and Amelia wore twin grins that they flashed at the fuming Lusamine, while Lillie… looked like a doll or a zombie. Eyes wide opened and in the form of empty pools, her face blank and lifeless. She was perfectly compliant, as Cynthia led her by the hand, and then placed the young girl before her and her partner.

“Here she is, good as new.” Cynthia said, hands resting on Lillie’s shoulder, as the girl stood by, silent and passively. “Be a good girl and say ‘hello’ to your mother, dear.”

“Hello, mother…” Lillie said, voice soft and distant, still and unblinking.

“Aw, what a cute, dutiful daughter.” Amelia purred again, enjoying watching Lusamine squirm. “How could you call this little angel a brat, you heartless bag?”

“Especially with this obedient personality and lovely body.” Cynthia said in chorus, groping Lillie’s heavy breasts, which she clearly inherited from her mother.

For her part, Lusamine seemed more bothered by the insults than Cynthia openly groping her daughter.

“Hmm, pacified her with mind control, heh?” Lusamine surmised of her daughter’s mental state. “Was it **** or subliminal control? Oh, don’t look so surprised. I’ve looked into making her more agreeable through such means, but everything I found is sexual in nature, and the last thing I need is my daughter turned into a needy, horny idiot drooling over me.” Lusamine’s frown deepened, as she shot another deadly glare across the way. “Now. You have your money. Give her back.”

“Fair is fair, miss. You lived up to your end of the bargain, so we’ll do the same.” Amelia replied, flashing another toothsome, triumphant smirk. “Lillie, you’re free. Go back to your mother, just like we told you.”

“Yes…” Lillie nodded, listlessly. “Just like I was told…”

With slow, stiff steps, Lillie marched her way across the warehouse floor back to Lusamine, though not without some cajoling from her mother.

“Hurry up, Lillie! I don’t have all day!”

Lillie did not hurry up, walking in a perfectly straight line at a steady pace. Steaming mad, Lusamine crossed her arms once more and turned her nose up and her head away from her daughter.

Meaning she never saw the Pokeball in Lillie’s hand until Lillie pressed it against her mother’s body. Lusamine cried out in shock, as the red light emerged from the ball, wrapped around her like a net and pulled her into the ball. Lillie returned to her passive stance, letting the ball that held her mother fall to the ground.

“Very good, Lillie!” Cynthia cheered, as Amelia darted across the warehouse to scoop up the fallen Pokeball. “Now, time to go back to your ball, dear.”

“Yes…” Lillie said, as Cynthia produced another Pokeball with Lillie’s name written on it in elegant cursive. A ray of red light shot out from the button set in the centre of the ball, transforming Lillie back into energy and sucking her into it’s mysterious interior, as well.

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Amelia and Cynthia had been at their mission for more than a month. Travelling back and forth across the world to pick up the various girls their Master so desired. Sometimes, it was easy. Many of their targets were located in major cities, so all it took was a way to get them isolated and scooped up. Other times, their targets were basically asking them to nab them. That woman Erika spent most of her time alone in her private garden. That was beyond easy.

Other times, the woman in question liked to spend time in an isolated place (Gardenia and Mallow liked to hike forest and mountain trails) or they spent much of their time with other people (Roxie was in a band; Dendra and Raifort were teachers). And they found out that some of the girls were also trotting the globe. They had missed Elesa in Paris and had to track her down to Milan before catching her, while they waited a week in Mexico City waiting for Skyla and her plane to touchdown and for the redhead to spend some time on the ground for a change.

But their Master demanded this of them, and Amelia and Cynthia would happily deliver for him, especially seeing as how he was footing the bill. Travelling the world to capture beautiful women and turn them into slaves was already a joy for Amelia, but doing so while travelling everywhere first class and staying in five-star hotels was even better.

And, while they still had much to do, the proof of their work was in the pudding. In their hotel room was a pile of steel Halliburton cases, the interior lined with molded foam that safely and firmly nestled six Pokeballs per case. Each Pokeball gleamed like a ruby, while Cynthia’s perfect handwriting adorned the top arch of each ball, precisely labelling which girl was held inside.

After nabbing Lusamine and Lillie, the two slavers-slaves returned to the comfort of their hotel for the evening, to clean up and eat and relax for the evening before jetting off to their next destination. Tonight, the dinner was lobster and saffron risotto, washed down with Moet & Chandon.

But, when the plates were cleared and the bottle was empty, Cynthia rose from her bed and stalked to one of the many cases piled up in the corner. Amelia’s cat-like curiosity was immediately piqued, as she sat up on her bed, watching Cynthia turn back around with a trio of Pokeballs held in her hands.

“Now, while I do enjoy that marvelous tongue of yours lavishing my pussy night after night,” Cynthia began, as she saw the bemused look on her partner’s face, “but I think it would be a shame to have cases of beautiful women at our feet and not use them to our benefit.”

Cynthia then hit the release on both balls, twin flashes of light bursting forth, subsiding and revealing the naked forms of Misty, May, and Dawn. The three, like Lillie before them, stood at a loose attentive stance, wearing empty expressions and thousand-yard stares.

Despite herself, Amelia licked her lips at the sight of the two nude, mindless beauties. The sleek, athletic form of Misty and her long, swimmer’s legs. The sheer yumminess of May’s busty, curvaceous body. Dawn's petite and sleek form. And the fact that whatever software lay in the Pokeballs rendered them totally mindless and wholly compliant to any orders they gave them…

“Well, I normally made it policy not to sample the merchandise.” Amelia said in a slow, sensual drawl as she slid from the top of the bed and slinked about their captives. She slowly circled each, drinking in every ounce of sumptuous flesh before her. “Seeing as how we are all destined to be happy, eager slavegirls for the Master, I don’t think he would mind if we put these dolls through their paces.” Amelia ended up sliding right up to Misty, running her hands and face along the redhead’s slender form. Smacking May’s big, juicy rump, hardly eliciting a squeak from the girl

Cynthia slipped up behind Dawn, cupping her small tits and massaging them. “Glad you see my logic, Captain. Now then, let’s have some fun tonight, we deserve it. Don’t you agree, girls?”

“Yes…” Misty and May and Dawn droned before they were pounced on and swallowed up by their two captors.

Mindless and helpless, their bodies were used and abused for the night, before safely stored back into the confines of the Pokeballs, reduced to little more than luggage in such a state. For, while Amelia and Cynthia still had plenty of work to do to complete their mission, the ultimate fate of Misty, May and the rest of the Pokebabes was yet to be settled. It might take time like fully setting up the Academy, but Rob had a very specific vision for his scores of soon-to-be trained Pokemon trainers.

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Oops! Sorry for the fake out there. I thought a quick break after a longer arc was in order here.

Much like the X-Girls, the Pokegirls are set up for something much, much later on. I was very eager to finally include them, as there are an embarrassment of riches when it comes to lovely, beautiful, sexy girls in Pokemon. However, I feel like it's not as great as it could. I don't know. While I was very happy with the X-Men stuff, I was similarly not happy with the last chapter either.

Well, MJ at the club for real next time. If you haven't noticed as of yet, MJ is sort of the crux that this part of the story revolves around, so I have no excuses. Gonna knock it out of the park!

Until this, take care everyone