Breeder
Written by Adrian Tymes
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"Another day, another species."
It was not that he hated his work. In fact, Incubus, a ditto who had
served Team Rocket so long he could barely recall life before them,
still looked forward to his weekly duties. It helped that they were in
service of his most basic biological urge, even stronger than survival.
This time, he was to breed with a recalcitrant eevee. A large chunk of
Team Rocket's bread and butter came from selling pokemon at their Game
Corners, and eevees were among the more popular - and pricey -
selections. But this one, accidentally crippled before she could be
sold and thus useful only as a source of eggs, seemed to have lost her
will to live. She was eating less, not cleaning herself, and was
generally expected not to live long enough to give birth even though
she had just become fertile.
So, of course, Incubus was expected to produce at least five eggs. A
bonus if the eevee lived through it, though this was not required. He
morphed into a male eevee before shaking his head at the absurdity of
it. Not that it was by any means impossible, just that he was
surprised they saved him for pulling off miracles when they could have
much more efficient production by making other dittos use his style.
He nodded to the guard outside the cage, who opened the door long enough
for him to walk in. Incubus winced a bit when he saw his target,
especially the scarred stubs of her rear legs, the cause of which his
briefing had mercifully omitted. She, in turn, looked up at the new
arrival, then tried to drag herself towards him.
Not sure if she wanted to fight, and not wanting to take the chance,
Incubus charged over and nipped her between the shoulder blades. Most
pokemon had a few specific spots that, if touched, usually caused the
pokemon to become docile in the absence of other stimuli. True to her
breed, the eevee relaxed as Incubus touched nose and fang to a few other
points around her ears.
These points were merely relaxing, not sexual, so Incubus knew she knew
what was next when her fur bristled slightly. Not that this was a big
surprise: he was already straddling her, and two seconds after her
vagina began to moisten, his penis was thrusting deep inside her. A
small "vee" of pain escaped his formerly virgin victim, but there was no
further resistance.
The briefing said she was not very intelligent. This trait was more
widely varied in pokemon than in humans. While the smartest pokemon and
the smartest humans were roughly equivalent, the dumbest humans at least
tended to be self-aware. Dumb pokemon were beasts of the wild, barely
capable of learning basic survival skills, to say nothing of tool use,
language, arts, and science. Perhaps his briefers had used the human
scale, or perhaps Incubus had been subconsciously emitting pheromones
again.
A familiar climax interrupted his thoughts. He could feel sperm leaving
his body, but he made sure to leave tendrils of protoplasm connecting
him to a few of them. Conscious control then focused on those sperm,
wriggling much faster than their brothers, seeing and actively seeking
out the eevee's egg cells. Almost a minute of effort paid off in quick
fertilization, and then his real magic began.
It went without saying that the extremely young must be handled with far
greater care than adults or even children. Even so, Incubus was able to
channel his transformation into the egg, growing it from one to a few
cells, then a dozen, then fifty, then hundreds, and so on with a few
seconds' rest between each shift. It took only several minutes to go to
a full egg, ready to come out of the womb.
Incubus had, by now, disengaged himself from his victim, but the strand
linking him to the egg remained. Now, he used that to pull the egg out
of her uterus, with precisely timed and placed electric shocks to
stimulate her rear into giving birth. She howled and yelped like there
was no tomorrow, but she instinctively knew better than to run from this
particular pain, even though her higher mind might have doubted whether
she would survive to raise this pup.
No sooner had the egg cleared her birth canal, and Incubus severed his
link to it, than he was back at it, hammering her still sore, still
aroused cunt. Pain battled with pleasure in her mind, each amplifying
the other; which one eventually won was of no consequence to Incubus, so
long as the conflict kept her paralyzed. Since most females only had at
most one egg cell active at any one time, his next round of sperm would
have to dig into her ovaries and provide more of the cell mass, but this
was far from unfamiliar to Incubus.
His mind wandered again to the realities of human/pokemon interaction.
Humans usually viewed themselves the master, but Giovanni made it
standing Team Rocket policy that any pokemon who could speak the human
language was to be treated as human. This was partly out of fear: human
history had recorded examples of humans treating other humans as slaves,
and the inevitable rebellion and crush of the lords. Nonthinking
pokemon would never be able to rebel, and so were safe to treat as Team
Rocket did, but thinking pokemon were potentially dangerous. Which lead
to the main reason: greed. Thinking pokemon who hated Team Rocket could
think of ways to sabotage their own efforts, but thinking pokemon that
voluntarily assisted Team Rocket could contribute far more.
Incubus was definitely among the latter. He was no brainiac, preferring
instead to lose himself in the bestial urges that overpowered his lesser
kin, but he had the ability and used it just enough to ensure his
status. In fact, most of his idle ponderings were of ways to more
effectively sate his physical desires. It was widely known that dittos
could mate with almost any species capable of mating, but Incubus's
speed-breeding techniques were his own invention, though now copied by
more than a few of his kind. Although dittos were technically gender
neutral, a male self-identity helped in pulling this technique off,
since it required use of the female's womb.
He wondered if, one day, he might try it on a human female. It would
not be as easy as just asking: while pokemon eggs could be hatched,
raised, and sold, there were cultural taboos against selling human
young. That meant no profit in doing so, which meant no economically
suitable breeders. He would not have Team Rocket's official help.
Still, he had thought of at least one way to pull it off. Although
human young could not be sold, there was a place for young without
parents. "Orphanage," he had heard it called. They made a little money
on each orphan successfully placed in a new family, just enough to cover
the cost of raising the children. Further, these places made best use
of newborns. The longer humans stayed in their care, the less their
chances of gaining a family; those who reached breeding age faced dim
prospects of happiness.
He would abduct one such human female, one of the least sociable so that
no one would miss her much, and take her to a nearby secluded spot,
isolated from any stranger who might care. A hotel room with good sonic
isolation from its neighbors would be better than a spot in the woods,
though how to get his prize to the room would take some thinking. Once
there, though, he would breed her like the rest of his mates, producing
babies rather than eggs, until she died from exhaustion or some such.
Then, he would take the babies back to the orphanage, which could then
adopt away these newborns for much more than they could have made on the
single child - if they could have matched that one up. Most humans
would object, even though all concerned profited; even the dead child no
longer faced a life alone, and she had a family in one sense.
Suddenly, the eevee was no longer responding to his motions, and Incubus
looked down to see why. To his chagrin, he had made his last egg too
large, and it had ruptured the eevee. She had collapsed belly up, one
eye looking at him accusingly. He could not tell whether she was dying
or dead, but no matter: the more critical problem was that he had only
made four eggs. Incubus quickly rubbed his member along the remnants of
her labia, then repositioned and ejaculated directly into one of her now
exposed ovaries. Working quickly, while nutrients could still be coaxed
from the warm body, he pushed the resulting embryo through its cycles,
managing to produce an egg with a hard enough shell just as her blood
started to dry.
Some time later - seconds, hours, the exhausted Incubus did not bother
to track time - a click at the door got his attention. One ear
twitched, then his whole head, then he let himself revert to a pink blob
since the eevee form would serve no further use today.
"Inki? Ya in there?" Amael, his partnered human, holder of his poke
ball. Flat chested and tomboyish enough to be almost androgynous, she
worked as a recruiter for Team Rocket. At her request, his usual
resting position was as a kind of padded bra for her, with most senses
turned off and one eye literally on each nipple, such that he was
practically in a sensory deprivation tank until she took him off. She
had but to say the word and he would send her into screaming ecstasy for
as long as she wanted. As it was, she freely admitted to him that his
undulations on her breasts as she slept were often all that kept her
upbeat and cheerful when she dealt with the worst of the Rocket
wannabes. Once, someone had even tried to rape his mistress, and had
his cock almost in her mouth when he dislodged and awoke Incubus; the
goon was immediately relieved of groin, and shortly thereafter of life.
"Right here. She didn't survive."
Amael looked in as Incubus crawled towards her. "Aw, well. No bonus
pay, just another job well done. I'll tell the egg cleanup crew to
bring someone from the meat market. There's enough of the front that
they might get a couple good steaks."
"Insightful as always, madam."
She smiled, scooping him into a loving hug. He did not hear her
protesting, yet playful response of humility, so lost in bliss was he at
affection from his goddess. One thread of thought wondered, idly, if
she would enjoy breeding, but was quickly slapped down as insulting; any
such activity would be at her request only. Still, she had expressed
interest in watching, one day, when she did not have other duties to
perform while he performed. He knew she would not object to watching
him breed the human female. In fact, she would probably want to bring a
video camera.
She had spoken, once, about how much money a "snuff" film could bring
in. Team Rocket would never officially condone such a project, but many
of its underworld links were not as focused on pokemon as Team Rocket
itself was. So long as neither of them could be linked to the film,
easily hidden if Incubus acquired the room and the victim and if Amael
stayed quiet behind the camera lens, Incubus saw little danger in this
venture. He would probably be obliged to show off just before the
female died, probably by elongating and sharpening his phallus so it
came out her mouth, then ripping it out of her through her front. A
little acid would dispose of the body; this would be far from the first
such disposal for Amael's muk.
Smiling at the thought of it, Incubus drifted off to sleep in his usual
position.
Amael waited for him to settle down before rebuttoning her shirt around
him, then set off to work. Incubus was the one bright spot in her life;
she wept at the knowledge that she would eventually have to admit the
truth of her job to him. She was only a recruiter in the broadest
sense: in reality, with Incubus where he was, she was drop-dead sexy
enough to get most weak willed men to drop their pants. Blackmail did
the rest of her job. Incubus had only gotten in the way once, and then,
she convinced him it was rape. Which was close enough to the truth.
She needed the money that both their jobs brought, and would do anything
to buy her freedom from Team Rocket. Slavery had been officially
eliminated centuries ago, but dependency of the poor on rich patrons was
still a fact of life for some. Recently, Incubus had been hinting at an
idea that could make them both rich. No matter how vile it was, if it
had a decent chance at earning a lot of money, she would do it. She had
to, for him if not for herself.