“Gosh, Violet, isn’t today positively beautiful?” Kaitlyn asked. Violet voiced her agreement with a happy-sounding [i]esp[/i], accompanied by a brief flash from the gem on her forehead.

She was delighting in the sunlight, as was her trainer, both of them revelling in what was proving to be a perfect summer’s day: bright and warm, without crossing the boundary into being hot. A perfect day for a stroll through town. The sidewalks were peppered with people and their pokémon who’d had the same idea as them, all exuding joy and exchanging friendly greetings as they passed one another.

“You know what would make a day like this even better?” Kaitlyn said, looking down at the espeon padding along beside her with a great smile on her face. “Some ice cream!” Violet let out a high pitched cry of delight. Ice cream was her favourite!

The happy pair had been so absorbed in their conversation that they didn’t even notice the two men coming towards them, one from ahead of them and another from behind. Both were muscular, rather dour looking for such a lovely day, but were otherwise unremarkable. The first walked into Kaitlyn, sending them both staggering from the collision, and had hardly gotten his feet back under himself before he’d set about apologizing profusely.

The other took advantage of the distraction to drop down into a crouch and slap something around Violet’s neck. It was a thick metal collar, bulky, beset by screws, welded seams, and harsh angles. When it closed, the inside, made of some strange rubber material, puffed up and sealed itself flush against Violet’s fur. The thing beeped, and two bright red lights lit up along the side.

Then, while Kaitlyn was still recovering from her stumble, the man who'd applied the collar scooped up Violet in his arms and took off sprinting down the sidewalk, hugging her tight against his chest. Kaitlyn only realised what had happened after the kidnapper had gotten a good ten yard head start.

“Violet!” Kaitlyn cried, trying to run after her pokémon and the one who'd snatched her, but he was faster than her and already much too far ahead. She could hear Violet let out a fearful cry just before the man rounded the block up ahead.

By the time she’d gotten around the same corner, he was nowhere to be seen. She could hear Violet’s cries fading into the distance and tried to pursue them, but couldn’t pinpoint the direction, and soon she couldn’t hear them at all.

Kaitlyn would try to ask some of the bewildered passersby if they’d seen a man carrying an espeon, but the trail would run cold with one woman saying she’d seen him run into an alley, Kaitlyn finding no trace of him nor her pokémon in the area. Eventually, she would report the matter to the proper authorities who would begin a search, but by that time, it would be too late.

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Violet kicked and thrashed against the grip of her assailant, but the hold he had on her, one arm looped under her armpits while the other snaked up over her chest and neck to terminate in a grip around her snout, meant she couldn’t do much. Her paws scratched at nothing but air and her fangs stayed hidden in her muzzle, held together by tightly clutching fingers.

Though physical resistance hadn't been her first course of action. Violet knew that she could toss this man aside and make him regret ever laying a finger on her with her psychic powers. So she’d tried to use them—only to find them cut short, the collar letting out a sharp buzz as it nullified all the energy she’d tried to muster, like a candle being snuffed out inside her. Then, it let out a jolt of electricity, a painful shock sent running down her spine for her trouble.

“Yeah, nice try,” the man had said, chuckling between huffing breaths as he continued to run, cutting through streets unfamiliar to her and taking sharp turns down dark alleys. “We already thought of that. Team Rocket isn’t running some two-bit operation, here.”

Violet let out a low growl in response to that comment, unable to open her mouth to let out a proper hiss, but the man responded with only a sneer and a tightening of the grip around her muzzle.

They continued moving through territory unfamiliar to Violet, increasingly and then entirely through alleyways, until finally coming to a stop just beside a door. Heavy, metal, and with a small slit set into the top quarter, blocked from inside so it revealed nothing but shadow. The man tapped out a rhythmic knock with an elbow, his hands being otherwise occupied keeping Violet from squirming free.

In response, there was a sliding sound and the appearance of a pair of eyes, peering out from the other side of the door. Apparently liking what they saw, they disappeared as the slit was once again shut, followed by a rattling of chains and the sounds of locks clunking from the other side of the door before it swung inward. Inside was someone dressed in a red and black jumpsuit familiar to and feared by all law abiding citizens, marking them as a Team Rocket grunt. He beckoned the man inside, and he shuffled in, Violet being brought along for the ride.

“Y’got one,” the grunt said, speaking with the man from over his shoulder as he threw shut the door and started resecuring all the locks and chains attached to it.

“Yep,” the man said. “I dunno if she’s much of a fighter, though. Just some kid’s pet.”

“Doesn’t matter. She’s a psychic, she’ll do for what we want her for. Throw her in with the rest.”

The man gave a grunt of acknowledgement before turning to go deeper into whatever place it was they were in, and in doing so gave Violet her first good look at her surroundings. It was less filthy than the dingy alley would’ve led her to expect. The tiles were clean and shiny, the walls were sharply painted, and everything was done up in Team Rocket’s trademark red and black colour scheme. The doors lining the walls were all either frosted glass or thick metal, obscuring the rooms to which they led.

After a short walk, Violet was brought up to one of the metal doors. The man gripping her canted his hips to press his pocket, bulging with his wallet, against a card sensor mounted next to the door. It made a happy chirp in response, there was a dull thunk as the lock released, and he pushed it open with his shoulder. Then, he all but threw Violet inside, yanking the door shut behind her with such haste that he missed slamming her tail inside of it by only a half-second and a few scant inches.

Once she'd recovered from her rather violent entrance, Violet took in her surroundings, what little of them there were. The room was little more than four walls and a door at either end, both of similarly sturdy construction. Its occupants were of more interest: three other pokémon stood to the side of the room, a vaporeon, an absol, and a braixen. All wore collars similar to her own, though theirs all had five or six green lights, as opposed to her two red.

While she stood there analyzing, Violet was met by a snarling growl from behind, followed by a firm shove towards the rest of the apparent prisoners. Turning to look after she’d finished stumbling, Violet saw that the growl had come from an umbreon, devoid of any collar and slavering through bared teeth, and the shove from the grunt standing next to her. Both fixed her with a stern eye that told her she was to remain where she was.

Not eager to have any chunks taken out of her by the umbreon, Violet shuffled back, falling into line beside the other three pokémon. While all three expressed it differently, either overtly, suppressed, or sublimated as anger, the overwhelming atmosphere was one of fear and confusion. All seemed to have as little of an idea as to why they were there as Violet, and she imagined they were all acquired under similar circumstances. Though the angry look of the absol, alongside the red streaking her muzzle, made Violet think that some had made more trouble for their captors than others.

Sometimes, one of the four would try to start some sort of conversation, either to comfort one another or simply to try to figure out why it was they’d been captured as they had been. These efforts were universally met by yet more snarling from the drooling umbreon and a glare or harsh word from the grunt who seemed to be her master. Fearing more intensive punishment if they continued, all of them fell into silence rather quickly.

Violet didn’t know how long the other three had been standing there, but it wasn’t too long after she'd gotten there before the door opposite the one she’d entered opened. A new figure leaned out: another grunt, though this one seemed different from the ones she’d seen up to that point. His jumpsuit was unzipped and hanging down around his waist where it was held up by a tool belt, exposing a black undershirt with large sweat stains near the pits. A pair of goggles adorned his forehead. Some sort of technician? 

He glanced over the pokémon arrayed before him, and when his eyes fell on Violet, his eyes immediately narrowed. He outstretched an arm towards her, pointing. “That one.”

The grunt guarding them gave a nod of acknowledgement before moving over to Violet, his umbreon padding along close at his side. He leaned down, hooking two fingers into the back of the espeon's collar, dragging her along. “Come along, now, don’t make a fuss.”

If his words weren’t sufficiently convincing, the umbreon shoving a mawful of bared fangs into Violet’s face did the job. Swallowing nervously, Violet kept pace with the pull of the grunt’s fingers, trying not to fall behind lest she feel the wrath of his loyal guard dog.

As they went, something caught Violet’s eye. The drool running from the umbreon’s fangs, or more specifically, the puddle that it had made on the floor where she’d been standing guard. It seemed awfully far back, given her earlier position—closer to where her hind legs had been, than anything.

But there was no time for a detailed investigation. The grunt gave Violet one great shove once they’d gotten to the door, pushing her into the next room, before slamming it shut behind her. Both the grunt and the umbreon were no longer her problem, but where was she now?

From the workbench and tables strewn with tools lining the sides of the room, Violet assumed it was some sort of workshop. That would align with the look of the man she’d seen poking his head out of the room earlier. But the table in the centre of the room, a great lamp stretching down from the ceiling to hover over it, looked like something out of a doctor’s office. It seemed out of place, utterly bizarre.

In front of it was the technician, wiping the surface of it down with a rag. Upon her entrance, he looked over, immediately tracing her gaze over to the table he was cleaning.

“Oh, don’t worry, the table’s just ‘cause cee-oh-cee won’t approve my request for a bed in here,” the technician said, stuffing the rag into the side of his tool belt. “This is just gonna be your basic indoctrination, real straightforward.”

Indoctrination? Violet took a step back as the technician started walking towards her, but found her rear bumping up against the locked door behind her. Nowhere to run. He leaned down and scooped her up from just under the shoulders, giving her a sympathetic but nonetheless amused look.

“Don’t be like that,” he said, tutting a few times. “You’ll have fun! But also don’t make a scene, or I’ll have to get the umbreon in here and she can be a [i]real[/i] bitch.”

The technician set her down on the table, facing away from himself, and before Violet could turn around, grabbed a hold of her head with both hands. Ignoring the way she shook and let out a shaky [i]esp[/i] at being manhandled, he cocked it to the side, getting a good look at her collar and the lights on its side. Or rather, light, one having gone dim earlier without her notice.

“I told those goons they had to charge these things before using them,” he said, shaking his head. “What’s gonna happen if a collar dies before they get you in here?

“Ah well,” he sighed. The hands holding her head at its odd angle released, and Violet heard the noise of a zipper being undone. “Not like you’ll be needing it much longer, anyways.”

Violet whipped her head back to see what it was the technician was doing. Grabbing something out of one of the pouches on his tool belt? Something to do with indoctrination, no doubt. Images of implants, syringes of strange fluid, and horrible mind control technology flashed through Violet’s mind.

But instead, she saw that the man hadn’t touched his tool belt at all. Rather, he’d undone the fly of his jumpsuit, his erect penis poking out of the newly created opening.

Violet’s jaw dropped. Just what kind of operation was Team Rocket running here?! But that moment of shock gave the technician exactly the opening he needed. He grabbed a hold of her from around the middle, right where her thighs started, and lifted her rear up off the table entirely, up to around the level of his face.

If Violet had been more cognizant, less taken aback by the whole situation, she would’ve flicked her tail down. Unfortunately, she didn’t think of the idea until after the man had planted his face under it. His nose pressed against the base of her tail, and she could feel his hot breath against her spade for just a moment before she felt a whole more than just breath, as he planted his mouth against it and started to suck.

Violet let out a high shriek. Her forepaws scrabbled at the table, but his grip on her kept her from crawling forward, and going back only succeeded in pushing her rear even harder against the technician’s face and his mouth working busily at her cunt. He sucked at it while his tongue explored its surface, tracing the contours of her puffy folds. 

His mouth released her for a moment, but it was only so he could deliver one smooth, dragging lick from the tip of her spade all the way up to her tailhole, where he proceeded to plant a wet, sloppy kiss right on her pucker, as if not wanting to exclude it completely from the proceedings. Violet let out a gasp in response, which caught in her throat as the technician wasted no time in refocusing his attention on her cunt, attacking it tongue-first with a swirling lick before plunging inside.

Violet gave a squeal as she felt his thick, hot tongue slip inside her, slurping at her insides, drawing out strands of her juices that stuck to his face and rolled down his chin. Her front legs, having given up any attempt to escape and grown shaky under the technician’s oral assault, gave out from under her, her chest dropping to the table. In response, he shifted the task of supporting her backside to one hand, the other stroking up and down her belly, seeking out her nipples and giving them a slight squeeze and twist as he found them, one by one.

Each pinch was rewarded with a squeak, the technician drawing out a whole litany of the sounds from Violet as he worked. All the while, his tongue continuing to drive into her, never showing any signs of fatigue. It showed no lack of creativity, either, his motions never growing predictable or mechanical, but instead continually finding new areas of her to attack, new tempos with which to catch her unawares.

Violet’s vocalizations had dropped down to a series of low, whining moans, spiking in pitch and volume whenever the technician's tongue hit a particularly good spot, or when his fingers grew restless and gave one of her nipples another pinch and tug.

She didn’t understand. Didn’t understand what he was doing, mainly, what Team Rocket’s plan for her was, but also— also didn’t understand why it was that every pokémon she’d ever been paired with at the daycare had only ever given her a quick sniff and a few exploratory licks before mounting her, while this human tackled it with such enthusiasm. Like it wasn’t just preamble, but something to be enjoyed all on its own, this task of selfless pleasure.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, before Violet had time to think as to just where her thoughts were going, the technician gave yet another surprise. He pulled his tongue free of the tight clutches of her cunt—planting a parting kiss on her spade as he withdrew, wet with both his saliva and her juices—before dropping her backside back to the table and grabbing a hold of her from behind the shoulders, swinging her around on the table to face him.

He was smiling at her. It was a terrible, lecherous grin, her own wetness soaking him from nose to chin and dripping down his neck. There was so much of it; had Violet really enjoyed herself, enjoyed [i]him[/i] that much? She shuddered at the sight, and letting out a chuckle at the sight of her reaction, the technician pulled her closer to himself. Paralyzed by... something, Violet could make no move to resist or pull away as his face grew ever nearer to her own, until she could smell his breath washing over her face, laced with the scent of her own arousal.

Then, his mouth pressed against her own, lips locking against her muzzle, and her eyes drew open wide as she felt his tongue snaking into her mouth.

A kiss? Violet had never been kissed before. Pokémon just didn’t kiss, it wasn’t something that they did, or at least not like this. A muzzle bump or lick on the snout, maybe, but his tongue was tracing over her fangs, pressing against her own flat tongue, wrapping around it and wrestling it down to the floor of her mouth—doing everything he wanted, exploring her maw as if it belonged to him. 

Eyes watering, Violet whined into the mouth of her assailant, hardly able to stand the presence of that questing tongue inside her but unable to so much as lift a paw to stop it, to do anything but moan as his lips smacked against hers and rivulets of their mixed saliva ran down her jaw.

It was awhile before she realised that his hands weren’t even gripping her shoulders to hold her in place anymore. They'd moved to grab a hold of her hinds, kneading at her rear, one going to far as to grab a hold of her spade. She could feel it had swollen since she’d been brought up on the table, and her wetness drooled from it and down his wrist—wetness that had been drawn out of her purely by the feel of him kissing her. He squeezed down on it, and she moaned around the kiss into his mouth, face burning up with shame the second the noise had left her.

Then, he broke the kiss, pulling his face an inch or two away, short enough for thick strands of their mingling drool to hang in the air and connect their lips together. Breath hung hot and heavy in the space between them, and Violet was surprised to find most of it her own, panting wantonly while the technician looked into her eyes with cool amusement. His hands slid up against her sides until they came to rest by her armpits once again.

“I think you’re ready,” he said, before his hands clamped down on her body and he lifted Violet off of the table entirely, hoisting her up and hugging her against his front. She could feel his erection down between her legs, its underside pressing against her cunt, her spade smearing him with her fluids.

But the instant she felt it, felt his hardness pressing and throbbing against her, she started to squirm, batting at him with her paws. No, that was too much! She didn’t know what he was planning, didn’t know what Team Rocket had in mind for her. And doing something like that with a human? It was unthinkable! Her trainer would never look at her the same!

The technician chuckled. “Oh, fine, fine. But you didn’t seem to mind this, did you?” He leaned his head down and snared her muzzle in another kiss, keeping her body pressed tight against his, his cock grinding into the hot, wet cleft of her spade.

Violet groaned as the man’s tongue entwined with her own. Even this was too far, kissing a human like this, having him grind against her body so lewdly—but she couldn’t do anything to stop it, to stop him. Her psychic powers were locked away, and her body seemed to increasingly obey his commands rather than her own. Her paws, the only free parts of her, were good for nothing but shivering where they hung at the technician’s sides, his arms keeping her trapped in that perverse embrace.

He withdrew from her mouth once again, and her jaw hung limp, tongue dangling out of the front of her muzzle where he’d finished with it. His exit left a great emptiness in his wake, one cut by a thrill of excitement when he kissed the flat of her tongue hanging there–before she remembered herself and drew it back into her muzzle. Though she could still feel his lips on it, as well as on her own, along with the tingling of where her tongue had been lapping at the inside of her mouth mere seconds before.

“How about now?” the technician asked, and she stared at him blankly, the kissing having wiped her mind of everything that wasn’t the human’s lips and tongue. He chuckled at the sight. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He moved his hips back, and Violet felt his shaft dragging along her spade, and she shivered at the feeling of it. It was so sensitive, burning to be touched, demanding something to fill her. The need was so consuming that when the head of his dick nestled inside the cleft of her spade and started to press against her, she could raise no protest, only whine and pant as the desires of her body overwhelmed her.

Only to again remember a moment later that, no, this was a human! She couldn’t let him do this to her, it was [i]wrong[/i]; pokémon were meant to be with pokémon and humans with humans! That and all the other mores that had been pounded into her flashed through her mind one second and were gone the next, as the human’s cock pressed into her, finding easy entry sliding along all the fluid that Violet had drooled onto both him and herself.

Pleasure surged white-hot through Violet’s body, up her spine and right through to her brain, so intense that the gem in her forehead flickered for a moment in spite of the nullifying collar strapped to her neck. Sounds tried to escape her, but her throat was too tight to pass them, so her mouth worked noiselessly while her eyes bulged wide. A human was inside her, had penetrated her. She was past the point of no return, had crossed the Rubicon, was now a part of this incomparably deviant, lewd coupling.

She clenched down around the technician so tightly that it actually forced him to stop for a moment, but his progress resumed a moment later, a thrust of his hips overcoming the resistance of her inner muscles just as his lips had overcome the resistance of her mind. Her paws, tired of shaking in the air, needing somewhere to ground themselves, wrapped around his back, inadvertently pulling him deeper until she could feel his crotch press flush against hers. Hilted, all the way inside her.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” the technician murmured, stroking up and down her back without any further movement of his hips, just holding her there against him. His cock throbbed, and Violet could feel the pulse roll through every inch of his cock, all the way up to the tip that was deep enough inside her to kiss the entrance of her womb. She was already shivering endlessly, but the feeling of that was enough to make her gasp, voice as shaky as the rest of her.

It did feel good, him just holding her there, no deeper inside her as any pokémon had ever gone, but still [i]better[/i] than them. Every male pokémon she’d ever been with had just humped her as fast as they could, in a frantic rush to cum, focused solely on their own pleasure. But this human, the way he’d licked her, kissed her, how he was holding and petting her—she couldn’t respond to him, could only rest her head against his shoulder, panting while her muscles clenched wildly around his cock filling her up.

He started to move with slow, measured strokes, pulling out so gradually while her juices ran down his shaft before sliding back in just fast enough for his balls to clap wetly against the underside of her spade. She squeaked every time, the tip of his cock battering against her cervix, smearing it with precum and hinting at what was to come.

Violet buried her snout into his shoulder and the undershirt there, and her nose was filled with the scent of his body and sweat. The smell of him was like a neon sign blaring in her mind: this was a human. Yet the thought didn’t conjure up the same disgust in her as it had before. This was a human. A human’s cock was inside of her. A human was holding her and mating with her, and it felt... good.

“Good girl,” the technician said, hugging her tighter against his body as his thrusting started to speed up. Violet gasped, partially because of the speed, but mostly because his praise sent a thrill down her spine unlike any compliment she’d been paid in her life. She dearly wanted him to call her a good girl again.

As he continued to thrust in and out of Violet, squishing noises filling the room from just how positively wet he’d made her, her juices dripping down his balls and soaking the legs of his jumpsuit, thoughts ran through her head, rapidfire as was required to fit them between the technician’s thrusts.

A human was fucking her.

[right][i]Sniff.[/i] The smell of his sweat.[/right]

Did that make her a bad pokémon?

[right]His smell was going to be all over her.[/right]

No; he’d called her a good girl.

[right]Everyone would know she’d let a human mate with her.[/right]

No pokémon had ever fucked her as good as this human.

[right]She [i]wanted[/i] everyone to know she’d let a human mate with her.[/right]

[center]Beep.[/center]

A sudden sound from her collar intruded on Violet's thoughts. Unnoticed by either of them, the one red light on its side had steadily dimmed down to nothing, the collar burning through the last of its power. With a loud click, the locking mechanism released, and it slipped free of Violet’s neck and tumbled to the floor.

The nullifying effect on her psychic powers followed with it. Before she even realised what she was doing, Violet’s powers had surged to the forefront, her instincts seizing hold of them before her conscious mind could assert control. Her telepathy groped blindly for the nearest receptive mind, and found the technician right at hand.

A link was established. All of her thoughts and feelings, of just how much she loved the human’s cock pumping in and out of her, the feel of his hands on her body, the euphoria of him calling her a [i]good girl:[/i] all of it was beamed into his mind.

The technician didn’t seem surprised. Instead, his mouth twisted in a knowing smile, and he dropped the espeon back onto the table so he could look into her face, hands moving to her hips so he could have a handhold as he continued to thrust in and out of her.

“Glad that damn thing finally popped off,” he said, leaning in to lick at the spot where the collar had been just moments before. Their faces now only an inch apart, he stared into her eyes. “Now you can tell me exactly how you feel.”

“E-espe—”

Violet was cut off by the technician’s mouth seizing her muzzle in yet another kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and lapping at her fangs as he pounded in and out of her cunt faster still, her wet flesh slapping against his. Then, even more shocking, the technician tried [i]sending[/i] on the link between them, beaming thoughts of his own into her mind.

It was crude, as was any attempt at telepathic communication by a non-psychic, but it was clear enough. They were images—no, [i]memories,[/i] of himself and other male humans, mating with female pokémon. It was a dozen different pokémon, but all the same story: initial reluctance, the human forcing himself on them, the pokémon invariably giving way to their advances. And then–sometimes after one mating, sometimes several–the pokémon loving it, initiating it, gladly being mated by the human while a tag emblazoned with the Team Rocket logo dangled from their neck.

Violet moaned, then wrapped her forelegs around the back of the technician’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss while his hips continued to work and pound his dick in and out of her. It was hard to make her telepathy work in human language rather than images, symbols, and general mentalese, but she tried her hardest, because she needed him to understand. She inserted sentences into his mind as best as she could form them:

[i]”PLEASE FUCK ME”[/i]
[i]“I LOVE YOU”[/i]
[i]“I LOVE HUMAN COCK”[/i]
[i]“I LOVE TEAM ROCKET”[/i]

Coherent language melted away in the face of such immense pleasure into just the raw feeling of her desire, beamed across the link from her mind into his own, so that he could fully grasp just how much she [i]needed[/i] him to keep fucking her. 

“Is that what you want?” the technician panted, his thrusts speeding up, the espeon’s desire serving to amplify his own to newfound heights—but nothing so intense that it would distract him from his true goal. “You want me to fill you up with my cum and make you a fully fledged Team Rocket pokémon?”

[i]”YES YES YES YES YES”[/i]

The one word repeated over and over in their joined minds. Violet tried to convey another sentence, about how much [i]better[/i] humans were at fucking compared to pokémon, about how she would serve the needs of a dozen Team Rocket members before letting even a fellow espeon jam his knot inside her, but she didn’t have the words or the focus to join them together in any case. All she could do was imbue him with a sense of just how superior she finally understood humans were.

That was more than enough for the technician: he’d gotten his yes. He planted his hands onto her shoulders and pinned Violet to the table, starting to ram her for all she was worth. The table rocked and creaked under the force of his thrusts, each one bringing the head of his cock slamming against her womb. Violet let out a string of whines, moans, and screams of pleasure, [i]needing[/i] to feel herself pumped full of human cum. That first seeding that would put other pokémon behind her and mark her, once and for all time, as an eager slut for human cock.

The technician let out a groan, slammed himself up to the hilt, and Violet felt a telltale throb roll through his cock. She let out a shriek of pure delight as his dick pulsed and, finally, she felt it, that first spurt of cum shooting out against her cervix and pushing through into her womb.

She came on the spot, cunt clamping down and wringing the technician’s shaft for yet more of his seed, which he was happy to provide. It pooled in her womb, and Violet knew that it and, by extension, herself were serving their proper place in the world: a cumdump for human cocks. Playing eager servant to her masters with the knowledge that it would be rewarded with such perfect mating, unmatched by any pokémon, leaving her happy and drooling human cum like the pretty purple cocksock she was.

Eventually, he stopped cumming, and she did too, her orgasm transitioning seamlessly into a fuzzy afterglow where she basked in the unparalleled joy of being so full, so thoroughly bred by a human. He pulled out with a wet noise, leaving her spade gaping and drooling a trickle of cum out over her tailhole.

Violet stared at his cock, coated with a layer of her juices and his cum, and wished that he’d shove it into her face so she could lick it clean. He made no move to do so, however, instead moving towards the side of the room and grabbing something from one of the tables there.

When the technician turned back to face her, Violet could see stretched out between his hands was a collar. Not the big, bulky metal thing from before, but a supple and black leather band, with a tag emblazoned with a red letter R dangling from the front. He moved back towards her and wrapped it around her neck, clicking it into place behind her.

“Welcome to Team Rocket,” the technician said. “And y’know, I think we’ve got an assignment for you already. Fighting type we captured recently, a lucario, we’ve been having a bit of... difficulty with. But I’m sure with your help, we could show her just how much she [i]loves[/i] Team Rocket, eh?”

Although the mental link between them had weakened from lack of reinforcement, it was just present enough for Violet to get wisps of an imagined image from the technician’s mind: the lucario, bent over the same table she was on now, getting railed by a Team Rocket grunt. At the same time, Violet was rubbing the auradog's head with her paws, probing deep into her mind and breaking down mental barriers brought up by years of disciplined training, leaving no impediment to the rush of pleasure flooding through her body at the feel of the human’s cock pounding against her womb.

Violet nodded her head frantically at the sight. Every pokémon out there needed to see how good human co—[i]Team Rocket[/i] was, and Violet would make them see, one breeding at a time. Glory to Team Rocket!