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Arlo couldn't be sure when he'd lost consciousness, nor when he regained it. He didn't know when feeling had returned to his body. All he knew was coming to, lying supine in the grass, naked from the waist down, body filled with a throbbing, aching pain.
He stared blankly at the dimming sky for what could have been minutes or hours, detached from any sense of time, save what he could make out of the fading sun.
When he finally forced himself to sit up, he was met by a painful cramp in his lower gut, causing him to wince with a little snarl. His aching body moved on autopilot, crawling over to his overturned gear bag and unzipping it. As a GO Rocket Admin, he always came prepared with spare clothes, though they were typically intended for environmental risks, and not...
Not...
His breath became stuttery as he shuddered, putting a hand on his forehead. He quickly wiped away the tears he didn't remember shedding and removed the goggles that had been pressed into his face. Out of mind. Out of mind... he internally repeated, cleaning and dressing himself with the supplies.
No one could know what happened here. He readied to send out his Shadow Salamence to incinerate the scattered scraps of fabric, but his hand was shaking from the moment it grasped the Poké Ball. Some part of him couldn't handle seeing a Pokémon right now, even one entirely under his control.
No.
Rage flared up at his own inability. He was the one in control; he refused to let this control him.
Enough. You are better than this, better than them.
At a button's press the dragon appeared, not in a flash of light, but in a burst of darkness, its heart blackened by Shadow aura. It obeyed his Flamethrower command without question, and within seconds the only trace of what happened here was a patch of singed grass.
Except, of course, for the little weight he felt, already settled down in his belly.
With a growl not unlike his Pokémon's, Arlo returned the beast and began the trek back to his base camp. No one else would be waiting there; he'd long forgone the idea of bringing any Grunts - or, Arceus forbid, fellow Admins - along on his expeditions. He'd always preferred to work alone, or with simple servants under his beck and call, but in recent times he couldn't afford to bring any support. There was too much risk of them seeing him... violated.
The Arbok was far from the first, and likely far from the last. It had all begun suddenly, with normal capture missions suddenly going haywire as the targets would force themselves upon him. The first time was the worst, the most painful, largely because it was the most unexpected.
On a recon-capture mission like any other, a battle against a particulary unruly group of Ursaring had used up his protect shields and weakened his Shadow Pokémon. It was as he was healing his team and recharging his devices that he'd suddenly been paralyzed with Thunder Wave, then toppled over by a Quick Attack from behind. From there, the assaulting Jolteon wasted no time at all in shredding his clothes and mounting up.
By the time his brain caught up to process what was happening, he was lying on his stomach, yellow paws gripping his waist and a long, pointed dick plunging in and out of his cunt.
Lungs compressed and limbs Paralyzed, the rage inside him was just barely enough to choke out a command to his Scizor. The superior Shadow Pokémon drove off the untrained Jolteon with ease... but not before the high-speed Pokémon had already managed to unload inside him.
The Admin was left stunned in more ways than one, lingering Paralysis keeping him from doing anything other than marinate on what had just occurred.
He'd just been raped.
By a Pokémon.
There were two blessings he had: No one but Scizor had witnessed the assault, and the area was left with astonishingly little mess. But Arlo didn't focus on the positives, nor the negatives, and instead channeled his mind onto literally anything else. Unwilling to let any emotions weaken him, the GO Rocket Admin forced himself into action. He did his damnedest to forget it ever happened, and destroyed all evidence... or so he thought.
Over the following days, the already ill-tempered Admin somehow became even easier to irritate, causing most of the Grunts to be too fearful to even speak to him... not that he minded that. But more alarming, his body began craving bizarre food combinations his aristocratic palette would have turned his nose at before. With disgust, he resisted the urges, until eventually they grew strong enough that he caved in secret, shamefully consuming extra portions in the privacy of his bedroom.
Despite what should have been a literally, physically impossible situation, Arlo wasn't stupid. It didn't take him long to realize what had happened.
He hadn't just been raped. He'd been impregnated.
BY A POKÉMON.
Being a scientist, Arlo was the evaluative type. From the very moment he'd begrudgingly accepted he was pregnant, he'd meticulously gone over all of his options. As much as he wanted it, abortion was unfortunately out of the question. All of his medical situations would invariably be leaked to the upper echelons of Team GO Rocket, and the thought of them discovering their genius scientist in such a... delicate condition... made him want to throw up just as badly as the horrible morning sickness.
That idea worsened tenfold when he noticed how quickly he was progressing. The rate at which his stomach swelled meant this wasn't a phantom pregnancy as he'd hoped, and worse... it meant the fetus inside him could not be human.
His only sexual partner had been the Jolteon.
The little passenger already squirming around and kicking at his insides...
It was an Eevee.
The Admin couldn't afford to dwell on the horror. He couldn't even risk acknowledging it. If anyone else in Team GO Rocket got wind of his situation, they'd lock him up as some sick experiment subject. He'd be given constant doses of invitro fertilization, perpetually producing the rarest Pokémon possible until the end of his pathetic, miserable life. A genius, practically reduced to a breeding Ditto- but worse, because at least a Ditto could avoid impregnation if it wanted to, just by shifting its genes around a bit to cause infertility. Arlo, on the other hand, would have no say in the matter. He'd be knocked up again the moment he was done birthing the last batch, forever suffering the various stages of pregnancy.
With no chance to study his condition nor to abort, he was left with only a few options. One was to flee GO Rocket entirely and go into hiding, but Arlo knew better. Once this Team decided they owned something, they would go to the ends of the earth to hold onto it. They quite liked all of the work on Shadow Pokémon he'd provided to them, and leaving now would be akin to stealing away the head of this invaluable project. Inevitably, they'd track him down, capture him, and undoubtedly discover just why he had turned tail.
Option two was the one he ended up going with - the one he would always end up going with - simply riding it out. Continuing Admin duties, behaving as though nothing was wrong, hiding the pregnancy as long as possible, and giving birth in secret. It was undoubtedly difficult, and disgusting, and shameful, and all number of other negative things, but unfortunately, it was the safest option. He could calculate an approximate gestation time, accounting for the species' typical development time and averaging it against a human's nine months, to determine his approximate due date. Though Pokémon gestation was far more rapid than a human's, Arlo's pregnancy would last longer than a Pokémon's- after all, he wouldn't be laying Eggs. No, this would end in live birth.
Unlike Pokémon, humans lacked the necessary anatomy to produce eggshells. Eggs do not develop their shells while still in the womb - rather, the hard coating is added while the Egg is being laid, by calcium glands at the parent Pokémon's cloaca. So, on the absolutely unfathomable concept that a human were to gestate a Pokémon, said gestation would occur entirely within the human's body, all the development time usually spent in an Egg now forced to occur in the womb.
So Admin Arlo would estimate what day his stomach would be too large to effectively mask under his thankfully bulky coat, and put in a request for a solo expedition starting around that date. Given his usual high performance metrics and having relative trust of the Team, said requests were almost certain to be granted. Then he would simply embark on the mission, evict the unwanted Pokémon, and return to headquarters a few days later with whatever results he had promised them.
Simple. Calculated. Logical. That was how he operated, shoving down any and all of the mental and emotional pain.
Out of mind.
Sure enough, just a few weeks after that first fateful encounter with a wild Jolteon, in a durable tent hidden amongst the Galarian wilds, the GO Rocket Admin gave birth. And the thing that tumbled out of his womb was a tiny, squealing little Eevee, eyes still closed and brown fur slick with fluids it was never meant to touch. Frankly, given how virile the species was, Arlo was lucky he didn't end up with a full litter. And now that the parasite was out, he could go back to pretending none of it ever happened.
Out of mind.
But it wasn't the end. Just a few months later, another Pokémon managed to catch him off guard, and from there, had its way with him. Another inhuman pregnancy, another shameful, secret birth.
And then came another assault. Another birth. And then another, and another.
The Arbok would be his fifth.
Each and every time, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. Maybe this time, it wouldn't take. Maybe, for the first time in his entire fucking life, he could be lucky.
But he never was.
And he knew he wasn't this time, either. No, in just a few weeks, he'd be giving birth to... two, maybe three Ekans. He knew he wasn't lucky enough for it to be just one. He might not be that lucky ever again.
Arlo didn't know why his body was this way. Humans and Pokémon were never meant to be... compatible. Hell, in all his research, he'd never heard of Pokémon even lusting after humans, excluding bogus old folk tales and other such rubbish. No, it seemed that across all of humanity's scientific research, this perpetual curse had only ever happened to him.
He couldn't exactly do experiments on himself to find the cause. It was far too risky, and most of the equipment he owned belonged to Team GO Rocket, heavily documented and cataloged for every use. There was no way he could do a thorough examination of himself and have his condition remain secret. Even the act of capturing the Pokémon he birthed would be dangerous and pointless. Besides, they were too weak to be valuable to him anyway.
Some goody-goody people would likely be abhorred by the thought of abandoning newborn Pokémon in the wild. Arlo didn't see it that way. After all, most Pokémon were battle-ready the moment they hatched from the Egg, and since they spent all of their 'Egg time' still inside him, they'd come out of his body fully developed and perfectly capable of surviving on their own, provided they weren't stupid.
Of course, sometimes they cried after him. Sometimes they tried, pathetically, to follow as he left.
Arlo didn't care. He never wanted them. He never asked to be raped by random Pokémon and give birth every few months. These wretched things were parasites, squatters taking tenancy in the most vulnerable place possible, doing nothing but weigh him down and hold him back from his true potential. He may have biologically been their parent, but he was never their father, and he sure as hell wasn't their mother.
In truth, Arlo's heart was filled with nothing but hatred for Pokémon. The ones that raped him, the ones he birthed, all of them. Each incident only further cemented his scientific path, as if closing their hearts was some way to claw back a sliver of control over his pathetic life. The hatred guided him. The hatred fueled him. The hatred was all that kept him from simply shutting down.
That was the final option: to simply kill himself. Prevent the inhuman fetuses from developing and save himself some small bit of honor in death.
But Arlo was too proud to do such a thing. Too proud to give up. He would find a way to cleanse himself of this affliction, and he WOULD exact revenge on the creatures that had taken so much from him. And then he would move on, becoming the greatest scientist in GO Rocket and beyond, showing the world the superior strength of his Shadow Pokémon! And all the disgusting events of his unwanted sex life would be erased.
Out of mind.
...just as soon as he got these damn Ekans out.