The system's metallic chime rang with irritating clarity inside the quiet cavern.
Odin's eyes cracked open, his vision immediately assaulted by the bright, golden afternoon sunlight filtering through the massive stone fissures high above. They had completely slept through the entire morning, their bodies giving in to absolute exhaustion after the prolonged physical exertion of the previous night.
He was still lying flat on his back, completely pinned down by Lucy, who was resting on top of him like a heavy, content snake. Her head was nestled deeply against his shoulder, her auburn hair splayed across his chest, and her breath coming in slow, peaceful rhythms.
Before he could even stretch his legs, the system interface flashed a stark, geometric blue warning box directly against his retinas.
[Ding!]
[Ding!]
'Why the fuck are you waking me up?' Odin barked internally, his mental voice dripping with pure, unadulterated venom as he glared at the floating digital text. 'You better have a god damn good reason to ruin my beauty sleep, you mechanical piece of shit. I was right in the middle of a perfect dream where I was using Mark's face as a literal doormat.
[Host has been racking up notifications that went unintended due to the host getting knocked the fuck out]
'Oh yeah, go ahead! Rub it on my face, will ya! I bet you would love to!' Odin barked.
[Aren't you going to check it out?]
'Fuck it.. fine let's see what's gucci'
[Ding!]
[Koffing leveled up x2]
[ 4IV points gained]
[Would you like to distribute them?]
'Yeah.. I mean, just put them all in speed... like what else am I supposed to do with them? Motherfucker is almost maxed!'
[ Speed IV 22 + 4 = 26(new)]
[Koffing - level 32] [Diamond-Potential
[E-Rank]
[Male] [Nickname - Poopie]
[Ability - Levitate]
[Moves] - Body Slam - Tackle - Stockpile - Swallow - Taunt - Smog - Poison Gas - Spit Up - Smokescreen - Clear Smog - Sludge - Haze - Assurance - Explosion - Self-Destruct - Sludge Bomb
[BASE STATS]
HP - 40
Attack - 65
Defense - 95
Special Attack - 60
Special Defense - 45
Speed - 35
Total: 340 [E-Rank]
[IV Spread]:
HP - 31
Attack - 31
Defense - 31
Special Attack - 31
Special defense - 31
Speed - 26
Total IV: 181 [Diamond-Potential]
Free IV Points: 0
'Cool.. so anyways that's it? You woke me up for this?'
[Host has a few Rewards!]
'FUCK, GIFTS? Is it my birthday already? Fucking lay it out, bro!'
[New achievements received!]
[Achieved Host's first evolution!]
[1 CP gained, 1 SP gained]
'Nice... I forgot about these achievements, I guess evolution would count as an achievement!'
[New achievement unlocked!]
[Catch your first natural Platinum-Potential Pokémon]
[1 CP gained, 1 SP gained]
Hmm, with 2 CP.. I could technically upgrade my Ground Affinity to Silver rank.... hmm, what to do.. It's only at gold rank that they achieve 2x IV gain. Or just use SP to buy 2x IV gain for 2 days...'
'Yo bro, how many IV Points does Graveler have again?'
[10 points exactly now]
'Put them all into speed! I remember him being slow as shit!'
[Graveler speed IV 2 + 10 = 12(new)]
'Show me all of his stats!'
[Graveler - Lvl 25] [D - Rank] [Gold-Potential]
[Base Stats]
HP 55
Attack 95
Defense 115
Sp. Atk 45
Sp. Def 45
Speed 35
[Total Base stats = 390] [D - Rank]
[ Total IV spread]
Hp - 31
Attack - 31
Defense - 31
Sp.attack - 10
Sp.defense - 31
Speed - 12
[Total IV = 146] [Gold-Potential]
[0 free IV points]
[Move List]
[Defense curl - Rock Polish - Rock Throw - Smack Down - Self-Destruct - Tackle - Take Down- Rollout - Bulldoze - Rock Tomb - Rock Slide - Wide Guard - Mega Punch - Dynamic Punch]
'Hmm, what the fuck is a dynamic Punch? Actually, never mind, don't answer!'
'Now for the real issue... why the fuck is Koffing leveling up? Shouldn't he be with Angel right now. I appreciate the free levels but I fucking told him to keep her out of trouble.... ugh whatever.. I'll just fucking call her'
After communicating with the system, Odin finally opened his eyes completely. He sat up slowly, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of the cavern. The place was stunningly beautiful in the afternoon light, but the massive horde was gone. All the Clefairys and Clefables had completely vanished into the deep tunnels, leaving the sacred sanctuary entirely silent.
But the silence didn't bring peace. The exact millisecond his feet would have touched the gravel, Odin felt a bizarre, heavy sensation creeping up his spine. It was that exact same suffocating feeling of being watched, stalked, and observed by something hidden. He instinctively snapped his head around, his sharp eyes locking onto the exact same spot in the shallow riverbank that had been making Lucy's skin crawl.
"Creepy," Odin muttered under his breath, a faint smirk cutting across his pale lips.
He turned his attention down to the heavy, naked body still pinned completely flat across his chest. Lucy was dead to the world, snoring softly against his shoulder, her long legs tangled with his.
"Yo, Lucy! Yo! Wake the fuck up!" Odin barked, violently shaking her shoulder with his left hand.
Lucy let out a low, miserable groan, her eyelids fluttering as she lazily tried to shield her face from the blinding afternoon sun cutting through the ceiling crack. She was still eighty percent asleep, her voice thick and drowsy as she clung to his torso.
"Wha... what is it, Odin..." she mumbled, her face burying deeper into his chest. "Just three more hours... let me sleep... three hours... then I'll go hunt for some good food... just... three... hours..."
Odin narrowed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and slammed his voice right next to her ear like a drill sergeant.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP, SOLDIER!!!"
"AYEEEER!" Lucy shrieked, her entire body violently jumping as she bolted upright in the dirt, her eyes wide with adrenaline as her auburn hair flew over her shoulders. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, ODIN!! My heart almost stopped, you lunatic!"
"Bitch... I need to make a call right now," Odin drawled, completely ignoring her panic as he lazily sat up and looked around the empty grass patches. "Where the fuck is my bag? Where did you put it?"
Lucy's expression instantly froze, the residual drowsiness vanishing as a thick, heavy wave of awkward dread settled over her face. She looked at the gravel, then at her own hands, completely avoiding his gaze.
"Oh... uhh... about that..." she stammered, her voice dropping an octave.
Odin's eyes narrowed into dangerous, slitted daggers, his cocky posture tightening as he leaned directly into her personal space. "Don't you dare fucking tell me you lost my fucking bag!"
"Actually..." Lucy swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she braced herself. "I lost both of our bags!"
Before Odin could even open his mouth to unleash a storm of profanity, Lucy frantically scrambled forward, her words cascading out in a desperate, defensive torrent as she held her left hand up.
"But listen, it's not my fault! It's absolutely not my fault, Odin! I had to completely let go of my own bag into the rapids just to free up a hand and save your brain-dead vegetable ass from drowning! And then, while I was trying to protect your heavy frame from getting crushed by the current, a massive rock slammed straight into my arm! It sheared the bone clean through, and the agonizing pain made me let go of your bag! It got swept away!"
Tears of pure, raw frustration and exhaustion began to stream down her muddy cheeks, her voice cracking under the sheer emotional weight of the last forty-eight hours.
"You should be grateful to me for saving your goddamn life! A bag is just a bag, Odin! We can always just go out and buy a new one later! I can't buy you a new life, and I can't buy myself a new life if we die in this hole!" She broke down into heavy, ragged sobs, her naked shoulders shaking violently as she wept.
Odin went completely quiet.
The cavern fell into a dead, heavy silence. He didn't say a word. He just sat there in the dirt, staring blankly at the ash pile, his expression completely unreadable for five long seconds.
"..."
"...."
"So you mean to tell me..." Odin finally whispered, his voice dangerously low, his jaw dropping in slow, horrifying realization. "I lost my Luxury Team Rocket Black Edition Poké Bag?"
He threw his head back toward the ceiling crack, his face contorting into an expression of absolute, theatrical despair as he let out a loud, agonized shriek.
"NOOOOOOO!!!! MY BAGGGGG.... MY BABY! MY BLACK LIMITED EDITION SUPER AWESOME BAG... YOU RUINED ME, YOU CRAZY BITCH!!"
The sudden, chaotic outburst instantly made Lucy's tears freeze. Her jaw dropped, her watery eyes blinking in utter, flabbergasted shock. The sheer, overwhelming absurdity of his priorities completely paralyzed her brain. She sat there naked in the dirt, too shocked, confused, and utterly bewildered to even feel sad or defensive anymore.
"Uh... Odin..." Lucy stammered, her voice flat with disbelief. "Is that... is that really so important right now? It's literally just a bag. It wasn't even—"
"NO! Shut the fuck up!" Odin snapped, violently swinging his hand through the air as he glared at her. "You don't get it! You don't understand anything! It was more than just a bag... it was my Black Limited Edition Team Rocket Bag! Don't you ever, ever fucking just call it a bag in front of me!"
He rubbed his temples, his breath coming in agitated huffs as he paced around his thoughts. "Whatever... where is my Pokéboard? Where is my Pokégear? Please tell me you at least took that out of my bag before you ruthlessly discarded my life into the river!"
"Umm... sorry..." Lucy whispered, shrinking back slightly as she held her breath. "That's completely gone too."
"NO!!!" Odin roared, grabbing his hair as if his entire world had just collapsed beneath his feet. "MY LIMITED EDITION BLACK TEAM ROCKET POKÉGEAR! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, YOU WENCH... IT WAS SO SLEEK! IT HAD ALL THAT UNTOUCHABLE DRIP ON IT! THE MATTE BLACK SAUCE, AND THE BRIGHT CRIMSON RED 'R' IMPRINTED RIGHT ON THE METAL CORNER!"
He began rocking back and forth on his heels, his internal monologue exploding into an unhinged rant of pure, dramatic vanity.
"It was a core part of my identity! My sauce... my drip... the ultimate indicator to the entire world that I was, and am, the baddest motherfucker Team Rocket has ever seen! My custom ringtone... my background picture... my entire private stash of pictures... damn it! That stash had the absolute best shot of Angel's pussy too! It was a masterpiece!"
He slammed his fist against his knee, his eyes flashing with a playful, mischievous malice as he looked up at the ceiling. "Damn it! Damn you, Lucy... damn you all... you and Mark... go burn in hell together! You should have just left me to die in the river! At least my bag would have stayed with my corpse!"
"Odin... come on..." Lucy groaned, a massive, exhausted sigh escaping her lips as she rubbed her eyes, her patience completely worn thin by his ridiculousness. "You are fucking exaggerating so hard right now. You are being completely, utterly ridiculous. You are stinking rich! You have so much goddamn money from your operations, just go buy yourself a new gear and a new luxury bag the second we get back to base. I seriously don't get you at all."
"It's not the same, Lucy," Odin chuckled coldly, his voice dropping into a lazy, mocking drawl as he leaned back on his good hand, giving her a provocative, heavily hooded stare. "I could buy a new bag, yes. I could buy a new Pokégear, yes. But it's not the same, bitch. Girls just don't get it. You girls switch men on a flight! The exact second you find something or someone better, you have absolutely zero trouble replacing them. That's just how shitty and fickle your nature is... you girls are biologically wired that way. Disgusting. Someone like you wouldn't understand true attachment, true love, and true value."
Lucy's posture immediately went rigid, her crimson eyes flashing with a sudden, painful spark of hurt as his toxic words cut straight through her defenses.
"That's uncalled for, Odin..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she looked down at the dirt. "I really did not deserve that from you. Not after everything I just dragged my body through to keep you breathing."
"..."
"...."
The silence stretched between them for a long, heavy minute, the cool cavern air brushing against their bare, exposed skin. Finally, Odin broke the tension, his eyes drifting back down to her waist.
"Anyways... please tell me I at least have my Limited Edition Team Rocket Balls!"
Lucy closed her eyes, letting out a ragged, defeated breath. "No... they were in the bag as well. You still have your Nidoran's Pokéball, though. I managed to save it. I put it securely inside your dried clothing... it should be completely dried by now at least."
"..."
"..."
Odin sat frozen for three full seconds, his chest expanding before he let out a howling shriek of absolute, terminal devastation that shook the loose gravel around their knees.
"NOO!!! MY LIMITED EDITION TEAM ROCKET BALLS!!" he screamed, throwing his hands into the air like a madman. "YOU WENCH... HOW MUCH WILL YOU TAKE FROM ME?! HAVEN'T YOU HAD ENOUGH YET?! YOU RUINED ME... YOU BROKE ME... BROKE... ME... BRROOOOOOKKKEEE MEEEEE!"
He lunged forward, his face inches from hers, his expression wild and unhinged as he ranted. "GET IT? YOU FUCKING BROKE ME! YOU FUCKED ME! YOU DECKED ME RIGHT IN THE SNASH!"
"I'm sorry..." Lucy choked out, her voice breaking completely as the relentless, suffocating wave of blame and pressure Odin was pouring onto her finally pushed her over the edge. Her eyes welled up with a fresh wall of tears, her hands shaking uncontrollably on her lap as she prepared to completely collapse into another weeping fit. "I'm really, really sorry, Odin... sorry... I really didn't mean to lose it... I-I'm sor—"
Before the words could fully leave her mouth, Odin's arms suddenly shot forward. He wrapped his powerful limbs tightly and tenderly around her naked waist, violently pulling her flush against his bare chest in a massive, overwhelming hug.
"Aye, aye, I get it. I forgive you," Odin murmured softly against her neck, all of his dramatic, theatrical fury vanishing in an instant, replaced by a smooth, comforting warmth. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, a lazy chuckle vibrating in his chest. "Whatever, I guess it's not all that important anyway... at least we are still alive. So thank you, okay?"
Before she could even process the sudden, whiplash shift in his attitude, Odin leaned in, his lips locking aggressively over hers. He began passionately making out with her, his tongue driving deep into her mouth as he held her bare body against his with an absolute, possessive intensity.
Lucy completely melted in his embrace. Her left hand locked into his messy black hair, her body molding completely into his frame as she whimpered into the kiss. This was all she wanted. This was her absolute vice. He could bully her, he could scold her, he could blame her for the world—but as long as he didn't neglect her, as long as he gave her his undivided attention and showered her in his raw, passionate love, she would happily bear it all.
The intense making out went on for a long, unhurried while in the warm dirt, their breaths mingling until the lingering panic of the morning fully dissolved.
Slowly pulling his face back, Odin let out a lazy, mocking smirk, his eyes running down the smooth lines of her hourglass figure. "You know... we are still completely naked, you Bitch."
A genuine, beautiful laugh finally broke through Lucy's watery gaze as she wiped her eyes. "Look who's talking, you naked prick."
They stayed there for a while longer, laughing and making fun of each other's bare bodies, throwing a series of lazy, provocative roasts back and forth to ease their minds, until the cool afternoon breeze finally reminded them that they needed to move. Standing up onto the gravel, they shuffled over to the flat rocks near the ash circle to check on their gear.
Odin reached down, picking up his custom black uniform. He inspected the heavy fabric and found his Team Rocket Officer Uniform was completely dry, crisp, and ready to wear. He swiftly began pulling the heavy black pants over his legs.
Beside him, Lucy let out a deeply satisfied sigh, reaching for her own gear. She found her Elite Team Rocket uniform entirely dry and good to wear as well, her fingers smoothly sliding through the clean leather and fabric as they both began to dress, preparing to face whatever the third day had waiting for them.
After the two had completely dressed up, zipping themselves back into their heavy, stark black Team Rocket field uniforms, Odin adjusted his high-collared Officer coat. His long black hair was still a messy, tangled disaster, but his sharp eyes were fully alert, his toxic and lazy aura radiating off his body as he began nonchalantly strolling around the perimeter of the empty grass patches, treating the survival crisis like a casual afternoon walk.
"Yo, Lucy," Odin drawled out, shoving his hands casually into his pockets as he looked over his shoulder at her. "Let's get some data rolling here. How far have you actually explored this pit while I was out cold? Did you find anything of actual interest? What's the situation on local Pokémon around here, and is there any actual food left in this tunnel system?"
He paused, his slitted eyes drifting toward the shallow, bubbling riverbank before he let out a low, irritated scoff. "And seriously, what the fuck is this heavy-ass sensation of being stalked and watched? It's been scraping at the back of my neck since the second I opened my eyes. It's fucking creepy. It's totally ruining my mood."
Lucy, standing near the dying embers of the fire pit, fastened her heavy leather combat boots and answered all of his questions patiently, providing a thoroughly detailed breakdown of everything she had witnessed during her brutal twenty-four hours of survival. She explained the deep, luminescent alcoves, the schools of aggressive Basculin, the territorial nature of the wild Pokémon down here, and how the suffocating pressure from the water would completely vanish the second she created distance from the camp, proving that whatever was lurking in the depths was specifically targeting him.
Odin listened with a lazy, half-interested nod, completely unbothered by the sheer physical trauma she had gone through to gather that information. Wanting nothing more than to escape the irritating, creepy feeling of being continuously stalked, he turned his back on the riverbank and walked toward the opposite side of the massive stone amphitheater.
Mentally clicking his tongue, he focused his thoughts inward and barked a command directly to his interface. System, use Scan!
A sharp, geometric blue grid system panel instantly rippled across his brain. The digital radar mapped out the surrounding limestone veins, showing a few faint, high-level wild Pokémon signatures deep within the unmapped subterranean paths far away, but absolutely nothing close by. He shifted the parameters, commanding the system to specifically scan for high-value items.
Suddenly, a bright, flashing crimson marker detonated on his visual screen, pointing straight toward the highest peak rock where the two Platinum-Potential Clefables had conducted their midnight ritual. The digital reading displayed a tight, heavy cluster of highly concentrated cosmic energy signatures—twenty Moon Stones all piled up directly next to each other.
Odin's jaw dropped, his lazy demeanor vanishing as a wild, predatory grin split across his face. He hurriedly began walking toward the high rock formation, his boots kicking up gravel as he climbed the incline. Lord and behold, sitting cleanly in a smooth stone depression right beneath the ceiling crack, was a glowing mound of pure, cosmic wealth.
"JACKPOT!! HAHAHHAHAHA!" Odin roared into the empty air, his voice bouncing off the granite pillars in a loud, obnoxious burst of pure, unadulterated joy. He threw his arms wide, his face contorting into an expression of intense triumph. "I'M RICH AGAIN! FINALLY, MY FUCKING MISSION IS LOCKED DOWN! HAHAHHA! I TOLD YOU LUCK BELONGS TO ME!"
Lucy, completely confused by his sudden, chaotic burst of loudness and obnoxious behavior, frowned deeply. Curious and slightly bewildered by how he could go from throwing a tantrum over a backpack to screaming like a lunatic, she decided to walk over to the peak rock to see what the fuck was up.
The moment her boots cleared the ridge, her crimson eyes widened in absolute, staggering shock. Sitting right there in the dirt were twenty pristine, glowing Moon Stones, their smooth surfaces radiating a soft, silver luminescence.
"Wow... omg, Odin... holy shit," Lucy breathed out, a stunned, vulgar gasp escaping her lips as her eyes darted between the treasure and his smirking face. "Fuck... I seriously missed your ridiculous luck. This is insane. But... damn, can we even take these though? What if the colony just left them here for a bit and they're going to come back later tonight to collect their stash? We'll have fifty high-level fairy monsters dropping on our heads."
"Or maybe those fucking pink rats left these beauties right here specifically for me to collect and make more money," Odin sneered, a cocky, overconfident chuckle escaping his throat as he kicked one of the stones with his boot. "How about that? Finder's keepers, bitch."
Lucy ran her hand through her red auburn hair, looking around the empty altar with a frown. "But Odin... look at us. We don't have any bags to carry this many stones. They're heavy, they're solid rock, and our gear got swept down the rapids. How are we supposed to transport twenty cosmic boulders out of these lower tunnels with our bare hands?"
"Hahaha, easy, Lucy!" Odin amplified his laugh, tapping his temple with his finger as he gave her an incredibly smug, superior grin. "You are working with a true, once-in-a-million genius right now. A low-level grunt intellect like yours could never comprehend the scale of my brain."
Lucy rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a sharp, irritated pout as his teasing bully nature fully returned. She crossed her arms over her chest, her wide hips swaying as she gave him a flat look. "Uhh... fuck it, go ahead. Lay it down on me, you prick. What is your absolute genius plan?"
"Ha! Glad of you to ask, Lucy!" Odin chuckled mischievously, stepping directly into her personal space and looking down at her hourglass silhouette with a playful, highly provocative glint in his slitted eyes. He leaned down, his voice dropping into a low, completely unhinged and disrespectful whisper right against her ear.
"So here's the plan! You have a pussy, right? And an asshole, no?"
Lucy's expression instantly froze, her jaw dropping slightly as she stared at him in utter disbelief.
"It's simple," Odin continued, completely deadpan and entirely serious as he gave her a casual shrug. "We just stuff about eight Moon Stones deep inside your ass. Then, we stuff another six of those bad boys straight up inside your pussy! After that, you can just squeeze what you can between your massive boobs to hold them in place, and the rest? We just cram them into our uniform pockets! How's that for an absolute masterpiece of a plan, Lucy? Fast, efficient, and carries the drip perfectly."
Lucy's jaw dropped to the dirt, her face flushing a deep, explosive crimson as she stared at Odin in absolute, unadulterated disbelief.
"Are you completely out of your god damn mind?!" she shrieked, her voice echoing wildly off the high cave ceiling. "No! Absolutely not! I am not doing that! That is the most disgusting, degrading, and completely ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my entire life! I am an Elite Officer of Team Rocket, Odin! I am not a literal prison mule for cosmic rocks!"
"Tch, you just don't have the vision, Lucy," Odin argued back flawlessly, crossing his arms over his chest with an incredibly smug, unbothered grin as he looked down at her. "It's literally the perfect plan. It's foolproof. Think about the logistics here—if we stuff them up inside you, they can't get lost in the river, they can't slip out during a fight, and absolutely nobody is going to find them. Even if those pink rats come back to search the camp, they aren't going to check inside your personal inventory. It's a flawless vault."
"I don't care about your stupid vault! It's gross and stupid!" Lucy fired back aggressively, her hands balled into tight fists at her sides. "We are not doing this! Come up with a real, normal plan right now or we leave the damn stones here!"
Odin lazily listened to her counter-arguments, rolling his eyes as she tried to suggest carrying them in their hands or try to use all the grass here to tie up some sort of bag or net to carry the moon stones away. The second she finished speaking, he immediately shut her down with a lazy, dismissive wave of his hand.
"Lame. Dumb. That plan has absolutely zero style points, Lucy," Odin scoffed, turning his nose up at her ideas. "Carrying them in our hands? What happens if a high-level wild Pokémon ambushes us in the dark? We just drop our retirement fund into the mud? Absolutely not. My way is the only way that guarantees the sauce remains intact."
They immediately plunged into a fierce, rapid-fire argument, bickering back and forth left and right at the top of their lungs. Nearby in the grass patches, Rocky, Arbok, and the two small Nidoran kids completely ignored the loud, exhausting human drama, casually playing with each other in the shadows as if their masters weren't actively screaming about body cavities three feet away.
Odin stepped even closer, gesturing wildly toward the pile of cosmic rocks to emphasize his point. "Look at the actual scale here, Lucy! These stones aren't even big and sharp! I literally just watched those tiny-ass Clefairys hold them in their stubby little paws during the ritual dance, and the rocks didn't even look big in their hands! And our hands are bigger! Bigger, do you hear me?! Their anatomy is way smaller than ours. This is an easy squeeze. This would absolutely work just fine and go completely smoothly under my expert guidance and watch!"
"I don't care how big their hands are!" Lucy refused again, her ears burning with heat as she stomped her foot. "It's embarrassing! It's deeply degrading, and it's completely ridiculous! If anyone ever found out, my reputation in the organization would be totally dead!"
"Oh, come on, look at the edges, Lucy!" Odin persisted mischievously, picking up one of the smooth, silver Moon Stones and shoving it right in front of her face to prove his point. "They aren't even sharp at all. They're dull as fuck! They won't hurt you, and they definitely won't cut you somewhere inside. It is perfectly safe, I promise you. Just trust the process."
Lucy stared at the smooth, dull edge of the cosmic rock, her breath coming in shallow huffs as his persistent, teasing, and convincing tactics slowly began to grind down her defenses. She bit her lower lip, her crimson eyes skyrocketing between his confident, smirking face and the glittering mound of pure wealth.
"I don't know, Odin..." she muttered weakly, her voice losing its aggressive edge as she began to waver under the sheer psychological pressure of his gaze. "I really don't know about this..."
But Odin knew exactly how to pull her strings. After throwing a few more playful roasts, half-hearted promises, and sweet, manipulative reassurances here and there, Lucy finally let out a massive, defeated sigh and completely folded to his will.
"Fine!" she snapped, her face burning with pure, unadulterated mortification. "Fine! Just... just get it over with before I change my mind!"
And so, the vast, ancient sanctuary became the stage for a completely weird, deeply embarrassing, and utterly comedic scene. Lucy dropped to her knees in the dirt and crawled forward, positioning her naked body on all fours like an obedient dog, spreading her cheeks directly toward him as she braced herself against the cold gravel.
Odin smirked, completely amused by the view. He picked up the first heavy Moon Stone, brought it up to his mouth, and violently spit on the cosmic rock, using his own saliva to lube the smooth surface up nicely so that it would slide in without any friction.
Lucy tightly closed her eyes, burying her face into her crossed forearms as an instant, heavy wave of intense regret washed over her soul. The second the cold, lubricated stone pressed against her skin, she felt Odin carefully but firmly stuffing the Moon Stone deep inside her ass.
And to make the entire ordeal ten times worse, and infinitely more embarrassing for her, Odin didn't even have the decency to do it in silence. He began loudly and cheerfully counting the stones out loud for the entire cave to hear, matching the physical intrusion with his constant, mischievous teasing and playful reassurance.
Lucy felt like she could literally die of mortification right then and there. Why the fuck did I even agree to this absolute bullshit?!
"One Moon Stone successfully downloaded!" Odin announced in a bright, obnoxiously cheerful tone, tapping her hip like a mechanic working on a vehicle. "Wow, look at that smooth entry. See? I told you your low-level grunt intellect was overreacting. Nineteen more to go, babe!"
He picked up the second stone, coating it generously with spit. "Alright, incoming! Number two! Ooh, a little tight there, princess. Relax a little, will ya? You're gripping my investment fund like a vice. There we go, nice and cozy."
Lucy's ears burned with an explosive heat, her teeth grinding together so hard her jaw ached.
"Three!" Odin chirped, completely ignoring her silent suffering as he pushed the next rock in. "Wow, you're like a high-capacity organic vault. Team Rocket should honestly start using you for high-value smuggling operations. I'm gonna write a glowing review to the Boss about your trunk space."
"Four!" He chuckled, lazily running his fingers against her skin to tease her. "Halfway through the first checkpoint! You doing okay down there, soldier? Let me know if the cosmic energy is starting to give you any superpowers. If your ass starts glowing, we can use you as a flashlight for the transit tunnels."
"Five!" Odin continued, his voice echoing loudly and playfully off the high granite pillars. "Man, these stones really match your vibe. They're dull, heavy, and currently stuck in a very deep hole. Just like us!"
"Six!" He slapped her hip playfully, making her jump slightly on her knees. "Don't twitch, babe! If you drop one of these, you're picking it up with your ass cheeks. Keep those cheeks locked down like a maximum-security prison."
"Seven!" Odin hummed a cheerful little tune under his breath as he coated the next stone. "Almost there! You're doing great, sweetie. I'm honestly so proud of you. I might even buy you a cheap dinner once we get back to Pewter City. A nice, affordable plate of fish. Oh wait, you already smell like fish, never mind."
"And... eight!" Odin phew-ed loudly, wiping his brow with a dramatic sigh of relief as he looked down at her tightly clenched posture. "Phew! Wow, what an absolute champion of an ass you have, Lucy! Just keep your cheeks tight shut, alright? Don't let a single dollar slide out. And honestly, just think of this as excellent practice for later, alright? Because pretty soon, I am going to be doing your ass anyway."
"Fuck you, Odin," Lucy whimpered miserably into the dirt, her voice muffled and trembling with pure, unmitigated shame. "Just fucking die... or better yet, just shoot me right now."
"Alright, no time to waste, next up!" Odin chuckled mischievously, his eyes dancing with a sadistic, playful energy as he picked up the next batch of Moonstones. "Let's shove these six straight up in your pussy!"
I literally want to die... Lucy thought, her soul leaving her body as she remained frozen on all fours like a dog, completely dying of embarrassment in front of her own Pokémon.
Odin flawlessly repeated the exact same process, his annoying cheerfulness reaching an absolute peak. He picked up the stones one by one, spitting on them generously to lube them up nicely, and began carefully stuffing all six of the cosmic stones straight up inside her pussy.
"One!" Odin counted with a massive grin, leaning down to look at her flushed profile. "Ooh, a perfect fit. Like a glove, Lucy. A very expensive, rocky glove."
"Two!" he chirped, sliding the next one in with a lazy flick of his wrist. "You know, if Ariana ever finds out about this, she is never going to let you live it down. She'll probably nickname you 'The Pebble Pussy' for the rest of your career. Think about the legacy, babe!"
"Three!" He chuckled, teasingly poking her hip. "Wow, you're taking these like a absolute champ. I guess all that missing exercise from the last two days really made you hungry for some action, huh?"
"Four!" Odin hummed, completely amused by the muffled growl escaping her throat. "Keep it steady! We're setting a regional record right now. No other Rocket officer has ever displayed this level of logistical dedication!."
"Five!" He slid the next stone in, his voice dripping with playful reassurance. "Just one more after this! Don't push! Keep the inventory secure!"
"And six! Ta-da!!" Odin cheered loudly, clapping his hands together as he stepped back to admire his work. "Done! See? That wasn't so hard at all! Now, just a quick warning—don't get jumpscared by any wild Pokémon in the paths, okay? We can't have you accidentally pooping them all out now, will ya?"
"Fuck you, Odin..." Lucy growled weakly, her face buried so deep in the grass she was nearly eating dirt.
"Now keep your ass and your pussy locked up tight, my princess, my babe! Hahahahhaha!" Odin laughed loudly, his obnoxious, triumphant voice echoing through the chamber. "Alright, enough playtime, go get dressed!"
After Lucy finished getting dressed, sliding her body back into her sleek, heavy black Team Rocket uniforms, Odin evaluated her silhouette. Even through the fabric, she looked completely normal, the hidden payload completely invisible to the naked eye. He picked up four of the remaining Moon Stones and carelessly fitted them straight down into her deep, heavy cleavage, nesting them tightly between her large breasts.
"Ooh, extra padding," Odin teased, running a finger along her collar before pulling back with a smirk. "Looking extra thick today, officer."
Only two Moon Stones remained from the original cache. Odin lazily slid one into his own uniform pant pocket, and Lucy stuffed the final one into hers.
Honestly, hiding the stones inside her cleavage wasn't even remotely necessary for the transport—those four could have easily been pocketed or carried normally. But looking at the subtle, flushed expression on Lucy's face as she adjusted her tight collar, it was clear that she secretly, deeply enjoyed these ridiculous humiliation plays.
Odin fixed his collar, a cocky, untouchable smirk locked onto his face as he looked around the empty altar. "Alright, the dishwasher– ahem, i mean the cargo is locked and loaded. Now, what the fuck should we do next?"
"Please.. just.. go fuck yourself please.. leave me alone.." Lucy said dejectedly.
[DING!]
[Pinsir Killed]
[Koffing leveled up!]
[Level - 33]
[2 Free IV points gained]
'What the fuck is a Pinsir?..just what are you up to bro?'
[Trainer Noella defeated!]
[Achievement earned!]
[Defeat a League Trainer with a Badge!]
[1 CP earned]
[1 SP earned]
[Achievement unlocked - defeat a trainer with 2 badges]
[1 CP earned]
[1 SP earned]
[Achievement unlocked - Defeat a trainer with 3 badges]
[1 CP earned]
[1 SP earned]
[Host has a total of 8CP and 11SP]
'What the fuck? I have that much CP?
[Host should really keep track!]
'Yeah no fucking kidding!, I can technically go straight for Platinum Rank Poison Affinity by using 4CP right?'
[Correct!]
'That's would leave me with 4 left.. no 5 because of the achievement I would recieve... 5 would be enough to reach Gold rank in Ground type Affinity.. bro, I don't know what the fuck is going on with Koffing or angel.. but I'm kinda loving this.. I don't even have to do anything.. HAHAHAHAHAHA! THEY WILL POWER LEVEL ME THEMSELVES HAHAHAHA!'
'No wait.. why the fuck is Koffing battling trainers.. where the fuck is Angel? And wha the fuck is she doing... I have a bad feeling about this...'
"Odin?" Lucy called out, her legs trembling a little.
"Ah.. yeah.. spaced out for a bit!" Odin quickly replied.
"So what the fuck now huh, Babe?"