Chapitre 57: The Nightmare of Gen 1, The Übermensch.
The early morning light filtered through the suite's windows. Dune woke up first, his large body shifting slightly under the silk sheets.
He felt a familiar warmth pressed against him—Helena's soft, naked body snuggled close, her dark purple hair draped messily over his chest.
Helena blinked her eyes open, her lips curling into a teasing smile as she gazed up at Dune. "Good morning, big guy," she whispered, her voice full of affection.
She leaned up, pressing her soft lips against his jaw. "Did you sleep well?"
Dune grunted in response, his claws wrapping around her waist as he rolled over, pinning her beneath his rough, scaly body.
Helena let out a playful gasp as Dune's weight pressed her into the mattress, their naked bodies touching and grazing against each other.
Her massive breasts, smooth and bare, pressed against the white scales on Dune's chest, the contrast of textures sending a shiver down Helena's spine.
Dune growled low in his throat, his muzzle nuzzling against her neck, teasing her skin with his breath. "You know I always sleep well next to you," he rumbled, his deep voice sending a chill through her.
Helena giggled, her hands tracing the ridges of his muscles. "You're insatiable," she teased, giving him another soft kiss before Dune's tongue slipped past her lips, deepening the kiss.
Across the room, Lopunny began to stir. Her body was tangled in the sheets, covered in the remnants of the previous night's activities—her fur matted with sweat and streaks of Dune's semen.
She stretched lazily, her ever-cheeky grin tugging at her lips as she rolled over to face the others, only to fall off the bed, face first into the floor.
Helena chuckled as Lopunny fought her way out of the sheets and greeted them, "Morning," she called out, her voice thick with sleep.
She smirked, trying to act as if she hadn't slammed her face into the wooden floor of the suite.
Just then, Gardevoir re-entered the suite, her body dripping from her early morning swim in the infinity pool. The sunlight glinted off her massive, round breasts, which were barely contained by the sleek black bikini she wore.
With a graceful flick of her wrist, she used [Psychic] to retrieve a set of clothes for Zoroark, who was still lounging by the pool, looking lost in thought.
Gardevoir handed Zoroark a white cropped tank top and a pair of pink panties, her calm demeanor never wavering. "Here," Gardevoir said smoothly, "I believe these will fit you. We'll get you something more suitable later."
Zoroark took the clothes with a slight nod, slipping them on as she tried to make sense of the strange morning.
The tank top clung to her wet body, leaving her pink nipples and toned abs exposed, while the pink panties hugged her hips snugly. She glanced at Gardevoir, unsure how to react to the kindness.
Before any more could be said, a knock came at the door. Gardevoir, always efficient, opened it with a thought, revealing Gothitelle standing in the hallway.
She gave a formal nod and pushed a cart into the room laden with trays of food, each filled with everyone's favorite dishes.
Medium-rare Tauros steaks for Dune, a luxurious spread of Galarian Far'fetch for Helena, and a well-done Buffalant steak for Lopunny.
Helena's eyes lit up when she saw the spread.
"Breakfast is here!" she exclaimed, her mood lifting instantly as she moved from beneath Dune's weight with little effort, surprising Dune and Lopunny, who gave each other a "Did that just happen," glance.
Helena sat up, pulling the sheets around her body as she saw Zoroark, embarrassed of her nudity as if the night prior she wasn't eating Dune whole.
Dune growled softly, his stomach growling in sync with his mood. He made his way to the cart, eyeing the steak with hunger. Just as he was about to dig in, Zoroark snatched up a fork and knife and cut herself a sizable piece of his steak. She chewed it slowly, avoiding the group's stares as she ate hungrily.
Dune blinked, watching her momentarily, but then chuckled, not minding her boldness. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous this morning," he said, his tone playful as he dug into the rest of his meal.
Helena, now dressed in a loose robe, sat down beside Zoroark, her expression softening.
She glanced at the dark-type Pokemon, still uncertain how to approach her after the events of the night before. After a long pause, Helena finally asked, "Zoroark, how do you feel this morning?"
Zoroark's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, but her gaze showed no hostility. She shrugged, swallowing the last bite of steak. "Better than yesterday," she admitted, her voice low but not unkind.
"Though... last night was a bit... too much."
Helena flushed, embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. "I'm sorry about the... show," she said, her tone awkward as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Things got a little... carried away."
Zoroark waved her hand dismissively, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I've seen worse. At least you didn't try to tie me up again."
The two shared a brief, uncomfortable laugh before the conversation shifted to lighter topics, such as the food and their plans for the day.
But as things seemed to settle, Lopunny's sharp voice broke the calm. She was staring at Helena's PokeNav, her ears twitching in agitation. "Uh, guys, we've got a problem..."
"...What a simpleton way of speaking," Gardevoir interrupted before Lopunny could continue; Lopunny stared back at her but continued her announcement, her tone serious.
"There's a Team Rocket sighting near Cerulean Cave. And it looks like a large military force has gathered there."
The party raced to the hotel lounge and then stepped into the street.
Helena quickly put Gardevoir and Lopunny in their Pokeballs while she and Zoroark hopped into Dune's back, who rushed north up the streets at almost supersonic speeds moments later.
As Dune sprinted through the streets out of Saffron City and past Route 5, the sound of him gliding through the air ruptured the air.
The sun glinted off his scales, making him appear almost radiant in the morning light. Helena clung tightly to his back, her heart racing with anticipation.
Zoroark, riding behind her, felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement. This was the first time she had experienced any of these things: the cold air in her face as she moved at such high speeds and the thrill of a Pokemon battle that wouldn't end in tragedy.
The chaotic sounds of battle grew louder as they approached the outskirts of Cerulean City.
Upon arriving, they were greeted by a chaotic scene. Misty, the renowned Gym Leader, her brunette hair flying wildly as she commanded her Pokemon, stood in the middle of a group of police officers who flanked her, attempting to hold the line against a wave of Team Rocket grunts.
Helena quickly scanned the battlefield, her eyes widening at seeing Pokemon in metallic armor, looking more like robots rather than living beings.
The grunts unleashed a series of dark-type Pokemon, their eyes glowing ominously as they charged toward Misty and the officers.
Umbreon, Sneasels, Houndooms, Mightyena, Shiftrys, and Skuntanks flooded everywhere the eye could see.
"Misty!" Helena called out, dismounting Dune, with Zoroark following closely behind. The Gym Leader turned her expression a mix of surprise and then relief.
Misty, an avid fan of "Pokken!" Magazine, a magazine specialized in the news of the Pokemon Trainer world, had made an article about Helena's sky-high ascent not long ago, and Misty had heard the rumors Helena had come to negotiate with Silph C.O.
"Helena! Thank Arceus you're here!" Misty replied, her voice filled with urgency. "Team Rocket has set up a base inside Cerulean Cave. They're using advanced technology to enhance their Pokemon. We need all the help we can get!"
Dune growled in agreement, his claws flexing as he prepared for battle. "We'll take care of them," Helena declared, her anxious demeanor nowhere to be found.
Misty nodded gratefully. "We need someone to investigate the cave while we hold the line. I can't afford to let them escape with whatever they're planning down there."
"Leave it to us," Helena said, glancing back at Zoroark, who was already shifting into a more battle-ready stance. "Zoroark, can you use your [Illusion] ability to help us infiltrate?"
Zoroark nodded, determination flashing in her red eyes. "Zoroark" (I can create a distraction. Let me lead the way.)
"Good," Misty replied. "Just be careful. We don't know what kind of defenses they have set up there."
Helena turned to Dune. "Are you ready to charge in?"
Dune's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he gave nothing but a crude smile, with his fangs showing his hunger for some fresh Zubats.
With a nod, Zoroark shifted her form, taking on the appearance of a Team Rocket grunt, complete with a black uniform and a sneer that matched the attitude of the enemies.
As the group prepared to move, Misty and her officers held the frontline, keeping the grunts at bay. Dune charged forward, Helena and Zoroark close behind him. The battle echoed around them as they made their way toward the cave entrance.
Upon entering the dark cave, the air got thicker, and the faint sounds of machinery hummed in the distance. Zoroark led the way, moving silently, her senses alert for any signs of danger.
They navigated through the dark tunnels, Zoroark expertly mimicking the movements of the grunts they encountered, drawing their attention away from Helena and Dune.
Each time a guard turned to investigate, Dune dealt with them and their Pokemon in a single [Slash] or [Dragon Claw], later enjoying their Pokemon if they were small enough to fit in a chomp.
As they delved deeper, the dim light revealed a series of high-tech installations, glowing screens displaying data on Pokemon evolution and enhancements.
Zoroark's eyes widened as she recognized some of the equipment—these were some of the tools and schematics she had seen while a prisoner of Giovanni.
"This must be where they're conducting their experiments," she whispered, her heart racing with anger and fear.
Helena moved closer to a screen, scanning the information displayed. "They're trying to create super Pokemon," she said, her voice filled with disbelief...
Suddenly, alarms blared through the cave, and red lights flashed as the intruders were detected. "Shit, they got us; Gardevoirs big tits must have echoed into the cave!" Lopunny exclaimed before she felt a strong slap against the back of her head.
"Dune, let's clear the way!" Helena shouted, her heart pounding in her chest. Moments later, the entire cave started to shake, and the sound of explosions could be heard deeper into the cave.
Helena, Lopunny, Gardevoir, and Zoroark prepared for battle, but Dune only chuckled since he was the only one who knew what was really happening inside the cave.
'The true strongest gen 1 Pokemon, one of the three gen defining Pokemon, so strong if your team doesn't have a designed counter, you were done for.'
'Describing Mewtwo in gen 1 as "broken" is one of the biggest understatements of anything ever. Mewtwo is, without question, the absolute most broken Pokémon to ever exist. Far exceeding the power of even Mega Rayquaza'
'In Gen 1, the special attack and defense stats are the same: one single special stat. That's right, in Gen 1, Mewtwo was not only the hardest-hitting Pokemon but also one of the bulkiest.'
'Because of the special stat, Amnesia became the equivalent of TWO Calm Minds, allowing Mewtwo to boost its special stat to over 800 in just one boost, meaning the first turn of the game was basically the only turn that mattered, as after that, Mewtwo was set up to sweep.'
'With a physical attack stat higher than Tauros (the best non-uber Pokemon in gen 1), the second highest speed in RBY, and a respectable base 90 physical defense backed up by a great base 106 HP stat, Mewtwo doesn't have a single weakness in it's stats.'
'To add to this, in gen 1, EVs worked differently than they do now. Instead of having 508 total EVs to add to certain stats, all stats could be maxed out, allowing Mewtwo to use every one of its stats.'
'Its move pool is no joke either; it can be running [Fire Blast], [Blizzard], [Ice Beam], [Thunderbolt], and thanks to its physical attack stat, it could even run a physical hyper beam/submission set. It also had access to both recover and rest, giving it reliable recovery.'
'To top it all off, thanks to how critical hits function in Gen 1 and its speed, Mewtwo had a horrifying critical hit rate of over 25 percent.'
'And that monster was the first major legendary I've yet to encounter...'
'How exciting'
'My blood is boiling'
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