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Blasting Off! Ch. 10 (Pokemon)(Team Rocket OC)
🕑 Added 2022-07-19 23:03:58 +0000 UTCA/N: Cam gets his new mission AND loses his virginity! Man, talk about bad role models...
1 of 2 chapter dump
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What a shit show and a half. And yet, Archer couldn’t very well let on to how anxious all of this was making him, now could he? He was a Team Rocket Executive, and that meant conveying a certain level of gravitas to all of these weakling Grunts. If he caught them disrespecting him for any reason, he would of course have to lay down the law and do so harshly, but at the same time, there was no reason to INVITE the disrespect by showing any sort of weakness whatsoever.
… Even if Lance’s bullshit did make him a little afraid for what the future would hold. Archer knew that Giovanni had big plans, beyond just the criminal activity that had gotten them this far, but the Executive would be lying if he said he really gave two shits about the things Giovanni wanted to happen. In the end, it didn’t really matter to Archer who was in charge of the country. He suspected he’d be considered a criminal either way.
That all was besides the point, however. For now, the Executive found himself face to face with the singular Rocket Grunt from this latest Celadon City Batch who HADN’T disappointed him just yet. Cam had done his job and done it well, completing his personal mission from the Boss himself in record time. That was impressive. Certainly more impressive than the showing the rest of these absolute imbeciles had given on their mission.
“Well! I won’t pretend like my capacity for giving praise hasn’t been a little hampered by all of… that just now, but I’ll try my best.”
Clearing his throat, Archer clasps his hands behind his back and stands tall, looking the Rocket Grunt right in the eye.
“Great work on your mission, Cam. You’ve saved our Porygon supply, and you’ve done so without expending more resources than we could afford. I’m impressed.”
Cam silently nods, the Rocket Grunt surprisingly stoic, even in the face of such praise. Archer has to admit, he’s duly impressed with just how professional the younger man is being. Certainly, there were more than a few Grunts Archer knew would be jumping for joy at such recognition right now. Hmph, he could see what Giovanni saw in this kid, honestly. Cam might just be going places.
“I’ll be personally commending you to the Boss for a job well done. That said…”
Really, it’s his only option at this point. The request for assistance had come in a couple hours ago, and while Archer had originally thought to send off the batch of Rocket Grunts involved in the heist on the TM Collector’s house to fulfill the request, that was no longer advisable. To say the least.
“It is with high hopes that I find myself trusting you with another Priority Mission.”
He pauses to gauge the Grunt’s response again, but as before, Cam remains stoic and professional, eyes focused on Archer, the younger man clearly listening, but not one iota of emotion getting past his face.
“… I’ll get right down to it then. We are involved in a smuggling operation with a certain Gym Leader down in Vermilion City.”
Grinning crookedly, Archer just nods.
“Heh, yes, Lt. Surge himself does business with us. Given his rather public status as a Kanto war veteran, it shouldn’t surprise you that he’s… somewhat sympathetic to our cause.”
Personally, Archer thought both Surge and Giovanni were living in the past. Although, Giovanni more so than Surge. Surge had done well for himself after the war. Twenty years later, and the old man was still riding high as Vermilion City’s Gym Leader. Sure, he helped them out with some jobs, but he did his own thing and did it well. Giovanni on the other hand… ah, no matter.
Pacing a bit, Archer clears his throat.
“Anyways. The good Lieutenant has managed to get a number of rare Johto Pokemon smuggled into the S.S. Anne, the liner that’s just about to dock at the Vermilion Harbor. He’ll be handing them over for us in exchange for some specialty goods that our scientists here have managed to synthesize in the lab just down the hall.”
Glancing in the direction of said lab, Archer looks back to Cam.
“Go pick them up from the eggheads, and then head down south of here. Make your way to Vermilion City as you see fit.”
Wincing, Archer holds up a hand as Cam moves to leave.
“I should probably warn you. The Rocket Admin we stationed there is a bit of a downer, but you should probably try to meet up with him all the same. To lend yourself a bit more credibility when dealing with Surge, if nothing else.”
Cam nods again and moves towards the lab. Archer watches him go for a moment… before letting out an explosive sigh. If only all of this latest crop of Rocket Grunts could be as competent and professional as Cam. Maybe they wouldn’t be in this new mess with Lance and his goons.
… Nah, probably not. In truth, this was always building in the background, wasn’t it? With Giovanni being how he was, and Lance being how he was… a confrontation between The Pokemon Champion and Team Rocket was inevitable. Time would tell who came out on top, Archer supposed. Though, one thing was for sure… he wasn’t going down with the ship if it all went to shit. No sir.
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The life of a whore is never an easy one. She’d known that years ago though. She was a prostitute, a lady of the night. Specifically, she was an Underground Hooker along the Underground Path that ran from Route Five to Route 6 under Saffron City. Not to be confused with the Underground Path that ran from Routes Seven to Eight underneath Saffron City.
Or, in simpler terms… the Underground Path she was currently loitering in went from Cerulean to Vermilion, two hot spots with a Gym apiece and a whole lot of bright future ahead of them. Cerulean had the up and comer Misty for a Gym Leader, while Vermilion had the Harbor where a lot of boats from other Regions liked to stop in, promoting quite a bit of tourism.
By comparison, the other Underground Path went from Celadon City to Lavender Town. Now, nothing against Celadon. It was a beautiful city with a beautiful Gym Leader named Erika, a gambling hall called the Game Corner, and even a massive department store with multiple levels and all sorts of Pokemon-related paraphernalia that you couldn’t get anywhere else.
The problem wasn’t with Celadon City, it was with Lavender Town. No one wanted to go there, not for anything good. The place had one point of interest, and it was a literal graveyard in the form of a big ole tower jutting up into the sky. A Pokemon Graveyard that was rumored to attract Pokemon Ghosts by the boatloads.
So really, there was no reason to use the other Underground Path. Which was probably why they were losing the hooker war. Okay, so maybe that was a little silly, to call it a ‘hooker war’. But ‘whore war’ sounded even sillier, at least in her humble opinion.
Much like Cerulean’s Gym Leader was younger and more vibrant in every way than Vermilion’s Gym Leader, the Pimp in charge of this Underground Path was new blood. He was from Johto, you see, and he had all sorts of ideas on how things should be done. Well, his ideas had worked. HIS Underground Path brought in a lot more dough than the old geezer who’d set up shop between Routes Seven and Eight and refused to face the reality of his situation.
For a time, the old geezer had seemed like he might be pulling ahead with his acquisition of a girl that everyone would only call ‘Ms. Hoenn’. The brunette was a complete game changer, her exotic foreign nature attracting guys of all types. But Julien, the Pimp in this Underground Path, had not hesitated to cut his competition’s legs out from under him. He’d snatched ‘Ms. Hoenn’ up like it was nobody’s business but his own and managed to fool her into coming over with him under the guise of him helping her ’get her life together’.
… Until that foreign young thing had come along, SHE was Julien’s Bottom Bitch. The top hoe, that is. She was a big deal, and he liked to lean on her to help him discipline the other girls. She’d had her choice of clients, allowing her to be picky and choosy about just who she wanted to fuck her.
But that was in the past. The bigger you got, the harder you fell, and oh how she had fallen. She was just another whore now, a nobody expected to bring a certain amount of Pokedollars to Julien every single week, or else she could expect her spot in the Underground Path to go bye-bye. If you couldn’t produce, if you couldn’t cut it… then you could get the fuck out.
All of this runs through her head as she leans back against the wall near the Route Five entrance to the Path. Julien and his new honey are down at the Route Six entrance, so she prefers being up here, far away from being able to see or hear them. Watching him trick that idiot girl makes her sick. Not because she feels an ounce of pity for her, mind you… but because of how much it had cost HER.
As she’s ruminating on what she’s lost however, a flash of red catches her eye, and she blinks at seeing someone new entering the Path. There, walking down the stairs and heading her way, is a member of Team Rocket of all things.
The whore’s mouth immediately opens and then closes. She’d been about to call out to him… but then, wasn’t Team Rocket dangerous? That was what the special report on TV had said. Then again, she knew plenty of dangerous men, didn’t she?
“Hey! Hey there, honey~”
The Rocket slows to a stop and looks at her, his face blank and his eyes… his eyes dead. A shiver runs down her spine, even as her pussy clenches between her thighs. So help her, she’d ALWAYS had a thing for the bad boys. Fuck, dark and mysterious was one hundred percent her type. Plastering a grin all over her face, the whore crooks a finger at him.
“How about I show you a good time, darling. It’ll only cost you a Hundred Pokedollars. How does that sound?”
He stares at her for a moment, before replying.
“… Okay.”
Smirking, she turns and faces the wall, flipping up her skirt. She’s not gonna do much more than THIS for a hundred bucks, but it’s not like she can demand any more, given her fall from grace. Under her skirt, she’s not wearing panties of course… her pussy is framed by her thighs, as she thrusts out her hips, offering herself up for the taking.
There’s a beat, and then she looks back to see the Rocket staring at her wordlessly. Wiggling her hips, she looks at him with a furrowed brow.
“Well, honey? Take out your cock and have your way with me already. Stick it in right here and fuck me!”
Reaching back, she leans her cheek and upper chest against the wall so she can use her hands to spread her thighs and her fingers to splay her pussy lips. Looking at him, this time she seems to get through to him. He steps up behind her and reaches down, and a moment later he’s taken out his cock. She catches a quick glimpse of what he’s working with before his dick disappears behind her raised up ass, and she licks her lips. This is more like it.
He's inside of her a moment later. The right hole, thankfully. Some men liked to play games and act like they’d ‘forgotten’ or ‘made a mistake’. She knew better, obviously. And while she wasn’t adverse to anal, there was a lot of prep work involved to make sure she didn’t get hurt. More than a hundred Pokedollars worth, that was for sure.
But no, he goes straight from her tight cunt, and the Underground Path Whore is happy that she has a thing for bad guys, because she was already moistening up even before he punched into her. Now, he’s grabbing her by the hips and fucking her harder and faster than she’s been fucked in quite a while.
“F-Fuck! S-SHIT! You’re… ugh, you’re such a BASTARD~”
But even as she cries out, there’s a tone of pleasure in her voice. She’s always liked it rough, to be honest. Just the right amount of rough. Hard and fast, but not with any blood play or shit like that. She might be a whore, but that didn’t mean guys could do whatever they wanted with her. She’d had some punch or kick her, or even take a knife to her. Once upon a time, Julien would have put a stop to any of that. These days… these days all he cared about from her was how much dough she brought him.
She wasn’t his Bottom Bitch anymore, and maybe propositioning a Rocket wasn’t the smartest or safest idea. But she didn’t care. She was a fucking prostitute for fuck’s sake, her whole life had been a series of stupid, unsafe idea!
“H-HARDER! Don’t stop!”
Needless to say, the Rocket doesn’t stop. He hammers into her like a damn machine, all feral grunts as he pounds into her from behind. Truth be told, she can hardly believe it. Sure, she’d wondered what it would be like, and been pondering the thrill of letting a criminal fuck her when she’d called him over… but this was beyond her wildest expectations.
“H-Heh… bet you, nngh, bet you have a huge bounty to go along with that fat c-cock, don’t you? You’re a, oooh, a r-real man. Nothing like that cuckboy Julien. Fuck… don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare slow down. Give it to me, d-damn it! GIVE IT TO ME!”
Her words have little to no effect on the Rocket, truth be told. He fucks her at the same breakneck speed and rapid pace regardless of what she says. He’s positively unstoppable, and her eyes roll back in her head as she shrieks and squeals, cumming explosively upon his cock. And then she does it again. And again.
The fourth explosive orgasm milks him of his own release. He grunts one final time, and then releases a thick load of splooge right into her womb. She should have told him not to cum inside, but she’d been too caught up in the pleasure of the moment to really notice or care.
As he finishes and pulls out of her, she slides down the wall, her legs too weak to support her weight and the loss of his powerful grip on her hips causing her to end up on the floor. Panting heavily, breathing ragged breaths in and out, she slowly turns over, laying back against the wall with her legs spread wide and his cum slowly seeping out of her well-fucked cunt.
“D-Damn. Just… damn. Hey… handsome? This one is on the house this time. No… no payment necessary.”
She’s never done that before, never waived her fee. But then, she’s also never had a client bring her to multiple orgasms before in the course of such a short session either. For a moment, the Rocket just stares at her in silence. Then…
“… Okay.”
With that, he puts his dick away and leaves her there to recover. Heh, complete fucking asshole… but then, he was exactly her type.
Julien wouldn’t be happy about it if he heard she was giving away free rides, but she would just tell him the Rocket scared her oh so much that she couldn’t possibly charge him. After all, everyone knew Team Rocket were no good, incredibly dangerous criminals.
Smirking, the whore reaches down between her legs and scoops up a dollop of dangerous criminal cum, putting her fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean.
A free fuck had never tasted so sweet.
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A/N: So yes, in the game, the Underground Paths are in fact where Kanto's hookers and whores congregate, with a side quest involving the respective Pimps of each Underground Path. This will not be the last time we see the Underground Path in this fic~
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