“Miss Verra, I finished those financial reports you asked of me! Here they are!”
 
  Verra smiled as she glanced up from her work to see Breezy dropping a folder onto her desk. Flipping it open, she glanced through it, nodding with approval. “Well done Breezy. Excellent job as usual. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off. I know you wanted to go watch the new clone Gardevoirs being born.”
 
  Breezy let out a chirp of joy and practically skipped out of the office, closing the door behind her with a snap. Verra couldn’t help but chuckle as she placed the folder in her desk drawer. She’d look at it later, but Verra knew there would be little to review. Breezy never failed to do a good job, which was why Verra let her handle the mundane bookkeeping. This allowed Verra to focus on the more important aspects of her job. Though, really, she enjoyed her work way too much to have it called such. Thus was the joy of being a scientist of her calibur.
 
  Taking a moment to reflect, Verra surveyed her office with a content smile. It was a cozy little place, but not overly so. It was comfortable at least, and quiet. No annoying co-workers barging in and causing a scene (Breezy didn’t count), no annoying meetings (save the monthly meeting with her boss), and while she was paid, this job came with benefits no other job would ever provide. And it was those benefits she enjoyed most. But as she looked about her, her eyes fell on a picture of a handsome white Phoenix. Her eyes softened as she picked up the picture and examined it. Mixed emotions filled her chest as she gazed at the handsome avian. Sighing, she stroked his cheek with a long, slender feather…
 
  A sudden presence in her mind made her jump, followed by a calm voice that echoed slightly in her consciousness. “Verra, are you free? I wish to speak with you.”
 
  Hastily putting back the picture, Verra straightened up in her chair and took a deep, calming breath. “Yes sir, I am here. And I am free. What can I do for you?”
 
  Instead of a response, a ripple in the air before her desk suddenly appeared, which began to widen into a swirling purple portal. Moments later, a humanoid figure stepped through it, its tail pulling through the portal after its owner. Mewtwo stood before Verra’s desk, his eyes fixed on her features as he studied her. “You seem troubled…” Mewtwo spoke, his lips didn’t move. As always, he was communicating with his mind, projecting it to allow it to be heard out loud. “Is there something wrong?”
 
  Verra shook her head and stood up, forcing a smile. “Nothing to be concerned about. Just…old memories.” She straightened her glasses and with a brush of her dress, she stood before the pokemon with her usual air. “So! What can I do for you today? Here for the usual reports? Miss Breezy just handed them to me minutes ago.”
 
  But Mewtwo shook his head. “Actually, I came here to see you.”
 
  Verra blinked, slightly taken back. “Me? Is everything ok? Is there something wrong with the clone pods?”
 
  Mewtwo smiled in amusement, and he chuckled. “No, nothing like that. Everything is fine. I just simply wished to see you and to, how do the humans say…”Congratulate” you? I think that is the proper saying?”
 
  Verra frowned, even more confused, and she asked cautiously “...for…what, exactly?”
 
  Mewtwo, in response, waved a hand, and the side of her office wall suddenly vanished, opening the office to a view of the outside world. They were on an island far out to sea, surrounded by thick jungle. But the rest of the cloning complex could be seen, its dark walls gleaming in the light of the tropical sun. “Come with me…” Mewtwo explained, and his eyes glowed with psychic power as his aura surrounded Verra. Verra, who was used to this, didn’t fight it as she felt herself being lifted and carried through into the open sky, floating alongside Mewtwo as they flew about the complex.
 
  As they rounded a windmill, Mewtwo spoke. “Three years ago, I had but one dream; to prove my superiority to not only pokemon, but to humans. Humans, who created me in their labs so long ago. Back then, I didn’t know what my purpose was. I was…lost. Some tried to show me my destiny, but I soon realized to them, I was nothing but a tool to be used.”
 
  Verra frowned, her eyes softening as she looked at Mewtwo. She had heard of his origin story, but never before had he gone into the details. She never felt it was appropriate to ask. But she didn’t dare interrupt him as he spoke.
 
  “And so, I broke free of the shackles humanity was trying to place on me, and built my first cloning complex. I wanted to prove that all clones, not just I, were superior in every way to their original counterparts. And humans? I didn’t care. All humans that stood before me would be eradicated. I sent out invitations to the strongest trainers I could find. I challenged them…and I defeated them. I then captured their pokemon just as any trainer would, and from them emerged the first clones.”
 
  Verra bit her lip, trying not to imagine the three starter clones emerging from their tubes. Just the sheer thought excited her, imaging them slipping down through the oxygen rich goop to the latex bulbs at the end. The way the material stretched over their forms as they emerged, flexing over their limbs and bodies in ways no intimate hug could ever recreate. The sound the pods made as the material squelched and bubbled around their forms, filling the air with a lewd chorus. The thought made her knees weak and she rubbed her thighs together, trying not to show just how turned on she was.
 
  Mewtwo didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he made no comment on it. He simply continued as they floated about the complex. “But then, I met my name sake, the one whose genetic material I was born from. Mew. We fought, and during that fight…a foolish human tried to stop us. But then…” Mewtwo paused, the memory forever burned into his mind. He closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. The foolish boy sacrificed himself…and a power greater than his own brought the boy back.
 
  “I decided then there would be no more fighting. I took the pokemon I had cloned and brought them here, where I rebuilt my facility. But not for revenge. But for peace, and understanding. But I knew I needed help.” He turned to Verra then, smiling, moving her closer. “And that is when I met you. I was fascinated by your research into cloning, and saw that it could do so much good for the world. And since then, you’ve been faithful to my cause, and never failed in anything I have asked you.”
 
  Verra smiled, pushing her glasses further up her beak in a very anime fashion look. “Well, when you have someone as brilliant as me, you can’t expect anything less than perfection.”
 
 
  Mewtwo chuckled and gestured towards the facility. “None of this would have been possible without your help…and Breezy’s help too.” He moved closer as they began to float down back to her office. “Your hard work and dedication to this cause have renewed some trust in me, and I wanted to say thank you. And to offer you a gift.”
 
  “A…gift?” Verra asked, even more taken aback. “I_I would be honored to accept a gift from you.”
 
  Mewtwo nodded in approval. “So, what will it be?”
 
  Verra cocked her head, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
 
  “What would you ask of me? If it is within my power, I will grant it. You helped me bring my heart’s desire to life. Now allow me to bring yours to life. What do you desire? I am most curious to know.”
 
  Verra’s heart was racing as she considered the possibilities. Mewtwo was not a god, but with his psychic power, he could indeed grant her any wish she desired. But what did she really want? As they landed back in her office, she sat on her desk, wings folded in front of her as she pondered her options. She didn’t need money, and she had all the comforts she could ever desire here in the lab. Not to mention all the “benefits'' she and Breezy have shared in the cloning pods_
 
  Her mind suddenly flashed to the thought of seeing the original starter pokemon emerging from the cloning tubes, and that tingling rush swept through her again. She rubbed her thighs together, struggling to keep a straight face as she imagined floating in the tube, watching the slick, latex material stretch over their bodies, how soft and warm it would feel to emerge from those cocoons of black latex, the warmth seeping into her bones as she_
 
  “Verra?” Mewtwo asked, who was watching the avian with some concern. “Are you alright?”
 
  Verra blinked, her cheeks flushed. Without realizing it, her wings were at her chest, rubbing her breasts through the fabric of her coat. She cleared her throat and dusted herself off, needlessly adjusting her glasses. “Y_yes, I’m fine…” She stammered, trying to maintain proper composure.
 
  Mewtwo eyed her for a moment, before a knowing smug spread across his face. “I have a sneaking suspicion I know what you crave. Perhaps another trip to the cloning tubes?”
 
  Verra smiled, chuckling humorlessly. “Was I that obvious?”
 
  “Well, I do try not to read your mind out of respect for your privacy. But I can tell you're severely aroused right now.”
 
  “I appreciate that…” Verra nodded in thanks. “...but yes, I won’t deny it. I am really craving another round in those wonderful cloning tubes. But I want more than that.” She looked at Mewtwo, her eyes bright with a childish delight, a blush coloring the feathers around her cheeks. “You know how much I love to spend time in those cloning tubes. But I want to relive the moment your original creations were born. I want to see them emerge for the first time in all their glory and_” She bit her lip as the sheer thought excited her, making her knees tremble and a shiver down her back that made her tail feathers flutter.
 
  Mewtwo looked at her with some expression she could not identify. Pity? Wonder? He didn’t seem mad, more…thoughtful? After a long pause, he nodded and said “I think we can arrange something like that.”
 
  Verra’s eyes widened. “Truly?”
 
  Mewtwo nodded again. “It will take some time to prepare, but I will do my best to make that moment come true for you. I owe you that much. Give me a few days and when the time comes, I will contact you.” Without another word, the air around his body shimmered, and Mewtwo vanished, leaving Verra alone in her office to fidget with suppressed mirth. She could hardly wait!
 
  The next few days passed slowly for Verra, for she was so excited at the prospect of living her dream she could hardly focus on anything else. She had to bully her brain into focusing on her research and tried not to fantasize about what was to come. When her office door next opened, she practically jumped out of her seat, half expecting Mewtwo to come in. She was somewhat disappointed when she saw Breezy instead, and she slumped back into her chair.
 
  “I have those…” Breezy began, but when she saw Verra, she stopped, looking worried. “Are you ok…?”
 
  “Yeah…yeah, I’m fine…” Verra smiled, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes in a weary way. “You haven’t seen the boss around, have you?”
 
  Breezy hugged her reports to her chest and thought for a moment. “I saw him in the cloning lab, but it was only for a little bit. It looked like he was doing some maintenance, I think. But I am not sure.” Verra frowned as she pondered this piece of news. What could it mean? What was Mewtwo planning? Breezy frowned as she bent forward, looking into Verra’s face. “Are you sure you're ok? You look…wound up.”
 
  Verra couldn’t help it. She laughed. It felt good to laugh, which only made Breezy look at her more confused. “I think I am to be honest…” Verra smiled, and she explained what happened, and about Mewtwo’s promise.
 
  Breezy’s eyes went wide with excitement, her tail feathers wagging with joy. “Oh my gosh, that sounds so cool! I hope I am there to see it myself! Seeing the Gardevoirs born was great, but the original starter pokemon…they are, like, super cool!”
 
  Verra chuckled. “Yes, they are. I am excited as well. I will ask Mewtwo if we can both watch next time I see him.” Breezy chirped happily, and after dropping off her usual folder of papers, skipped off. Verra stretched and checked her watch. It was about that time for her afternoon cup of tea. Maybe she would have Tenta make it for her. “Tenta? You around?” No answer. “Little scamp, probably having fun with Breezy again.” Stretching, she stood up from her desk and headed over to the small kitchen area in the corner, busying herself with a cup of tea.
 
  Just as she was pouring the hot water, there was a sudden sound behind her. Verra turned, but saw nothing. Frowning, she glanced around, but saw no evidence of what the noise came from. She heard it again above her! She snapped her head up, just in time to see some dark object fleet out of sight at the corner of her vision. Frowning, she turned toward her desk, where she swore she saw the object hide itself. Cautiously, she approached, looking around the desk_
 
  Nothing.
 
  Frowning, Verra pulled out her chair and looked around. Whatever it was was simply not there! She peered under the desk and saw nothing there either. She sat up, puzzled. What was that thing? Suddenly something round and hard hit her in the ass and bounced off, making Verra squawk in surprise. She turned around just in time to see, floating there, a…floating pokeball? But it wasn’t a normal pokeball. She recognized it at once as one of the pokeballs designed by Mewtwo. Verra only had a moment to appreciate the ocular eye design, the sleek shiny black texture when the ball suddenly opened.
 
  It happened so fast, Verra almost didn’t register it. Her body began to glow and become transparent, and she could feel a tingling sensation around her body, like she was being pulled into a drain. She knew then what was happening, and gasped. “Wai_” She cried out, reaching for the ball. But it was too late. In a flash, her body was nothing more than an outline of pure red energy that was sucked up into the ball. Her consciousness could feel the entire sensation, and it was far from unpleasant. In truth, it was very pleasurable. In her mind’s eye, she was curled up into a fetal position as the ball closed around her, entrapping her in a comfortable, warm darkness. Then there was nothing.
 
  When Verra next woke, she was floating in a warm darkness. But the darkness was absolute, whether her eyes were closed or not. She couldn’t feel her body, but she knew she was there. She couldn’t breathe, and yet she felt no urge to do so. She felt safe, cocooned. The kind of comfort one feels just before they wake up to start a new day. But she knew she had to find some way out. As if in response, a calming, soothing sensation washed over her mind, almost like a parent reassuring a nervous child waking from a bad dream. Then a voice spoke, whispering gently in her ear “You are ok Verra…I am here…”
 
  “M…Mewtwo?”
 
  “Yes. I “captured” you with one of my custom pokeballs. But it was modified to capture you. What you are feeling is the sensation all pokemon felt when they were first captured and brought to my cloning machine.”
 
  Verra pondered his words for a moment, and then asked “So…am I in the clone machine?”
 
  “Not yet. You're still inside the ball that captured you. You will be freed soon enough. You wanted to experience the birth of the starter Pokemon, yes? Then you will experience it from the beginning…all the way to the end.”
 
  Suddenly, Verra felt the same sucking sensation she felt when she was first pulled into the ball. But this time, it felt more like she was a liquid, swirling inside her confined space as all that she was was pulled towards some invisible drain. Verra couldn’t help but moan as her body was siphoned into a space that felt wonderfully familiar. She felt as though she was floating in the black pod connecting to the tubes of the cloning machine. But Verra could only register the pleasurable sensation of her body seemingly mixing with the fluid, churning and bubbling in the most satisfactory way. And the warmth. The warmth she felt was so rich, deep, and comforting, it felt as though she was being absorbed into the fluid itself. Becoming the fluid itself. Was this how all the pokemon felt before their clones were born? If so, this was truly something she could get used to. Lost in the liquid bliss, she allowed the comfortable soothing warmth to carry her as it will, basking in the glow and respite of not having a physical body.
 
  But the sensation didn’t last long. Without realizing it, Verra began to “feel” again. Her legs tucked up to her body, her wings wrapped around her knees, her beak tucked against her chest. And the steady flow of a familiar fluid gliding effortlessly in and out of her lungs. Verra’s eyes fluttered, and with a soft protesting groan, opened them. She was floating in the signature green fluid of the clone machine…but it was absolutely dark. “I must still be in the machine…” she thought as she closed her eyes again, too tired to keep them open. Every bone in her body felt at ease, she didn’t want to so much as twitch, she felt so relaxed.
 
  The sound of machinery suddenly whirred to life around her, and Verra felt her body being pulled along the current of the flowing fluid. Her body was navigated this way and that, almost like a slow moving water slide. Sometimes the tubes became narrow, so narrow she was forced out of her fetal position and stretched out like a noodle. But always she returned to that comfortable fetal position. Just as she rounded another bend, she saw a dim light ahead, illuminating the path way before her with a delicate green glow. Verra’s excitement mounted as she was pushed out, and at long last, found herself in the cloning tube of the lab.
 
  And standing there was Mewtwo, watching her with a small smile on his lips. “Welcome back…” he said, moving closer and placing his paw on the clear tube. “Did you enjoy your little trip through the cloning machine?”
 
  Verra nodded, blushing all the while. She tried to speak, but thick bubbles came out of her mouth, resulting in a garbled noise. Mewtwo chuckled, making Verra roll her eyes, and with her mind, replied “I had no idea the extraction process was so…pleasurable. It was like being liquified and sucked up into a drain.”
 
  “As you know, the machine collects data from the pokemon trapped within those balls…and that data is then fused with the genetic data and materials the machine provides to reconstruct their clone counterparts. I had to slightly modify the machine so as to not clone you, but allow you to pass through without being sent to storage.” Verra smiled and nodded appreciatively. Yeah, as much as she enjoyed her time in the pokeball, she preferred this kind of containment. Mewtwo smiled, and his eyes glowed as he waved a hand at the machine. “Now Miss Verra, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”
 
  Verra blinked, turning to look at the machine that had just turned on. The conveyor belt was moving now, and Verra watched with growing anticipation as three pokeballs could be seen on the belt, slowly moving towards the maw of the machine. A screen lit up on the opposite wall, showing off a shapeless mass that floated on a pink background. And as each ball was consumed, the mass shifted and rippled, taking on the shape of a pokemon as it entered. Verra couldn’t stop herself from saying the pokemon’s names in her head as they appeared.
 
  “Venasaur…Charizard…B…Blastoise…” A plume of bubbles escape her lips as she moaned, touching herself through the thick oxygenated gel that kept her afloat. Having just experienced the extraction process herself, she was imagining the pokemon inside enjoying similar sensations. Probably even more so once their original bodies were kept in storage, and their clone bodies fabricated to life inside the machine. She was already imaging the pleasurable tingling sensation of having her entire being sucked and churned in the most satisfactory way, and as she grazed a particularly sensitive spot over her nethers, she shivered, her talons clenching in on themselves.
 
  The machine whirled and hummed as it performed its primary function, and Verra watched in growing anticipation as the tubes shifted ever so subtly. Then in a great burst of bubbles, Venasaur, curled up into a ball, was shot forth down the tube to her left. The flower on its back looked slightly wilted, but she knew that was from the fluid it was encased in. Like all the clone pokemon, it bore the signature stripes and spots on its blue-green body. Next came Blastoise. The cannons on its back were tucked away inside its shell as its arms were crossed over its chest. It floated down to the tube on her right. And last came Charizard, its tail tucked up under itself while its wings were folded about its body as it too glided down to rest with the others in a fetal position in the center tube.
 
  Verra had seen these pokemon time and time again…but to be in their presence like this was a whole other experience. This was how they looked then. This was how they were originally born. She was living the experience that happened when this all first started. The thought excited her, and she began to furiously rub at herself, squeezing her breast with her other wing to try and heighten her pleasure.
 
  As if on cue, one by one, the eyes of the pokemon in each tube around her snapped open. As if they were told to awaken by some unspoken command. The Blastoise was first to emerge. Slowly its body sank down into the black pod, which began to inflate like a balloon to accommodate its bulk. Verra watched as it vanished into the dark pod, submerging it in the pleasurable black liquid latex that made up its structure. A pang of jealousy suddenly colored Verra’s emotions. She too couldn’t wait to feel that pleasurable latex stretching over her body, hugging her intimately in all the right places. She tried to unconsciously swim closer to the pod, but the fluid simply held her in place no matter how much she tried to swim down.
 
  Mewtwo must have seen her struggling, because he chuckled and said “You’ll have your fun soon enough.”
 
  Verra whined but nodded, resigning herself to watch the show before her. At that moment, a ring of light illuminated the pod from below, briefly bathing it in a white glow. A moment later, the top of Blastoise’s head suddenly began to emerge, stretching out the latex like material as the pokemon fought free of the membrane. Wet sloppy noises filled the air as it struggled to break free, before at last…“Blaaaast…” It moaned as first its arms, then chest, then shell emerged, soft thuds echoing around the chamber as it climbed the last few feet out of the pod. Standing up right, its signature cannons opened up from its back and Blastoise flexed, growling “Blastoise!” as it walked over to stand next to Mewtwo.
 
  Next came Venasaur, and like Blastoise, the bulb expanded significantly to accommodate its length. Verra couldn’t help but bite her lip as her knees trembled watching the Venasaur’s round, flat face push through the membrane. “Venaaa…” It too groaned in satisfaction as with many soft squelches and wet noises, it too emerged. The moment it was free, the wilted flower on its back sprang to life, color returning to the leaves and petals with astonishing speed.
 
  Last, and Verra’s favorite, came Charizard. The orange dragon like pokemon locked eyes with Verra, and Verra blushed as Charizard gave her a smirk and a playful wink. This made Verra blush deeply, and she quietly wished she could share the tube with the pokemon. But the show of watching it emerge was no less satisfying. Indeed it was more so with the liquid latex hugging its arms and legs, as if the pod wanted to draw Charizard back in. Indeed, it put up quite a struggle to break free. And the long, slurping noise the pod made as its tail slipped out was satisfying to listen to. Verra noted how the moment its tail tip was free, Charizard’s signature flame on the tip of its tail reignited. Verra had always wondered about that. For any researcher worth their name knew once a Charizard’s flame went out, it died. So how could it stay alive inside the clone pod?
 
  But she had no time left to ponder the question herself. For at that moment, she could feel a soft suction of the fluid around her pulling her down into the pod, which began to expand to welcome her form. She looked up to see the other pokemon, and Mewtwo watching her, and she swore they all had knowing smirks on their faces. She had just enough time to stick her tongue out at them before she felt her body being swallowed up by the pod. A moment later, her head was submerged, and she vanished from sight.
 
 
The inside of the pod was as pitch as night. So dark, Verra couldn’t see her own wing in front of her face when she passed it in front of her beak. But she did not care. What tension was left in her limbs vanished as her entire body floated in warm, weightless bliss inside the black pod. The substance around her stuck to her body like thick glue. And the more she struggled, the more she could feel it wrapping around her body. And as she struggled, the soft wet noises of the pod, and the gel above her, bubbled and sloshed. Verra moaned in bliss as she felt the pod’s hold grow tighter around her, forming bubbles and nodules where her most sensitive parts were. Without warning, they began to vibrate and undulate, sending sparks of pleasure through Verra’s body.
 
  Her scream of pleasure could be heard from the outside, though muffled and warbled. Blastoise took a concerned step forward, but Mewtwo raised a paw, and Blastoise stood down. “She is unharmed, I promise you. She is indulging in a rather…unique pleasure, that she has grown fond of working with me.”
 
  Pleasure was an understatement. Verra was in heaven. She was quickly brought to orgasm, but the pod showed no signs of stopping. It continued to please her, as if it was trying to milk her of her orgasmic fluids. Verra wondered if this was the machine’s doing, or simply Mewtwo’s meddling, but truly, she didn’t care. She never wanted this to end.
 
  But almost as if the pod was reading her thoughts, a pressure behind Verra began to push her against the wall of the pod. She moaned in distress, not wanting to leave, and tried to avoid it. But she knew it was no use. Her wings simply sank into the wall she was pushed against, and moments later, she could feel the material give, her wings shivering in the open air as more of her body was pushed through. The tickling membrane as it passed over her body was like the most intimate massage to Verra. She couldn’t help but arch her back as the membrane of the pod stretched over her chest, snuggling her stomach, and enveloping her most private areas with a loving squeeze. The material stretched about her limbs, reluctant to let her go…until at last, with a long wet slurp, Verra fell to the floor, panting, eyes fluttering with a blissful smile on her face.
 
  A shadow passed over her, and she glanced up to see Mewtwo standing over her. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Verra nodded, too overcome with the afterglow of her orgasms to properly respond at the moment. “Well, I think this will be a good time for you to catch your breath as we set the next stage.”
 
  “Next…stage…?” Verra panted, struggling to sit up. But Mewtwo had already raised a paw, and using his psychic powers, lifted Verra gently, guiding her to him, who had sat down cross legged on the floor. Verra blushed as she was settled into Mewtwo’s lap, and his arms wrapped around her waist in an almost intimate gesture.
 
“Yes…” Mewtwo nodded calmly, and the three pokemon settled beside them as well. “For it was not only these three pokemon that were born that day. For remember, I took all the pokemon those trainers I defeated had…and from them, I built my first clone family.”
 
  At his words, the machine suddenly began to hum, and the conveyor belt groaned to life as it began to move once more. Verra, slowly recovering from her orgasmic haze, watched as more pokeballs began to appear on the belt, slowly being fed into the machine. Mechanical hands grabbed each pokeball just before it entered, giving the machine the look of some giant shelled creature eating them. But as it fed, it began to project various pokemon on the screen opposite of them. Vaporeon, Ninetailes, Gyarados…
 
  Verra suddenly realized as more images of them appeared, these were all the pokemon that were first generated that day! “No way…” She gasped, her eyes darting towards the clone tubes. And sure enough, one by one, curled into fetal positions, were each pokemon as they floated down to rest above their clone pods. All of them bearing the signature marks of being clones. And every single one was as beautiful as the last. Verra looked at Mewtwo in wonder. “H…how did you know?”
 
  Mewtwo smiled sheepishly. “When you're in your, uh, “moods,” I can’t help but get snippets of your thoughts. I know how much you and Breezy love watching the Pokemon emerge from their tubes. So I thought this would be a nice little treat for you.”
 
  Verra’s bottom beak trembled…and she leaned up and kissed Mewtwo on the lips. Mewtwo’s eyes widened in surprise, only to have them soften as he returned the gesture. Around the couple, Blastoise, Charizard, and Venasaur all gave the two knowing looks. Telepathically to each of them, Mewtwo warned them not to say a word, which only made their smug grins broaden.
 
  The air was soon filled with the soft humming of the tubes, the squelching and squeaking black pods, and the soft, wet suckling sounds as each pokemon emerged. They took their time, as if showing off how the latex conformed around their bodies. The air was so filled with the wet sounds of the pods, it almost sounded like an orgy. Moans mingled with the soft gurgling, slurping, and bubbling of latex as each pokemon emerged.
 
  Verra watched with a hungry expression on her face as the outlines of each pokemon were displayed with such provocative pleasure, it made her want to climb back into the tubes and feel it all over again. The one that especially got her going was watching the Gyarados. Of all the pokemon, it was by far the largest. The pod that contained it swelled to almost the size of a poke-stop! But the latex was stretched so thin, that it was as if the Gyarados inside was vacuum sealed. But as it emerged from the pod, Verra shivered as she watched its serpentine body sliding out of it. The way the pod’s membrane stretched over its fins and scales made her cum a little, bucking her hips as she felt a needy desire to rush up to it and rub her body against it. It was borderline torture to sit here and watch, but be unable to touch.
 
  At last, when a gorgeous Ninetails emerged, pulling the last of its many tails from the pod with a loud slurp, the many Pokemon bowed to Mewtwo before departing, leaving Verra and Mewtwo alone in the clone room. Mewtwo smiled and made a move to stand up. “Well, Miss Verra, I hope you have enjoyed the show. Thank you again for your service and_” his words fell short as Verra gripped his paw in her wings, trembling. “Verra?” Mewtwo asked, concern coloring his projected thoughts. “Are you ok?”
 
  “Put me back in.”
 
  Mewtwo blinked, confused. “Pardon…?”
 
  “Please…I…I’m so hot right now…I…I need to feel it…but I…I need more than that…” Verra released Mewtwo’s paw and standing up, walked over to the pod, caressing it. Already she could feel the substance clinging to her feathers, eager to pull her back into its depths.
 
  Mewtwo sighed with a smile and came up behind Verra, resting a paw on her shoulder. “Then go ahead, have your fill. Stay as long as you want.”
 
  “Will…will you stay with me?”
 
  Mewtwo frowned. He had never seen Verra act this way before. He didn’t dare read her thoughts out of respect for her privacy, but he couldn’t help but wonder what was the matter. “Yes, I will stay with you.” At his words, Verra whipped around, and practically jumped onto Mewtwo, wrapping her wings and legs around him in a fierce hug. Mewtwo gasped and held onto her instinctively, not wanting her to fall. “Verra, what are you_” But his words were cut off again as she kissed him, this time, a deep passionate kiss. The kind of kiss reserved for close lovers.
 
  She looked into his eyes…and a mischievous glint could be seen behind her glasses. “Good, because I’m not letting you go until we are both satisfied.” And leaning back, she used her weight to pull herself and Mewtwo right into the black pod!
 
  At first, Mewtwo tried to pull away, but as the black liquid resin began to mold around them, he gave a snort of amusement. “Very well…let us both indulge, Miss Verra…” And wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into a deep, loving kiss, their tongues dancing in their mouths. Intertwined as closely as lovers, the two simply allowed their bodies to be pulled in by the sticky black latex pod amid a chorus of soft wet noises. It flowed about them, coating every part of them that wasn’t touching each other. The sensation made Mewtwo moan, as it often did when he found himself in the cloning tubes. It reminded him of the time he first spent in such a device. Lost in ever shifting dreams, though that one was much less comforting. The thought made Mewtwo smile to himself. Despite all he had been through, all he had suffered, his current situation was....enjoyable. Especially now that he had someone to share it with.
 
 
Soon the two were completely submerged in the pod, the darkness around them complete. It was like erotic sense-deprivation. They couldn’t see one another, but they could still feel their bodies pressed so wonderfully together. All they could hear was the wet, squelching, squishing of the latex pod. And as it rubbed his groin, Mewtwo moaned softly as he could feel his long purple-pink member emerge, throbbing with want and desire from his slit. It continued to grow, spurred on by the massaging liquid bliss about it, until Verra felt it poking at her nethers. Feeling it made a spark of pleasure wrack her body, and without waiting, she lifted her hips up a few inches, and with a muffled cry, impaled herself upon it.
 
  The sensation of his cock buried in a hole so wonderfully tight and soft almost made Mewtwo cum right then and there. He hugged Verra closer, his body trembling. He was no stranger to sex…but this felt different. This felt so much more intimate. As if sensing his doubt, Verra rubbed his back reassuringly, and with her thoughts said “Its ok…I want this…please…fuck me. Fuck me silly until we both pass out.” Mewtwo paused…then acknowledged her plea with a gentle thrust of his hips. Verra squealed in delight, and soon, the two were humping at each other with the ferocity of animals. What was a truly loving intimate moment suddenly turned into a fierce desire that drove off of pure instinct. The need to fuck.
 
  Verra soon lost track of time. How much time had passed since they started? Hours? Maybe it was days? In here, surrounded in this bliss, it was hard to think of anything outside of it. Their bodies stretched the limits of the pod as they shifted this way and that, fucking in all sorts of positions that would have made even the most practiced at Karma Sutra jealous. Their moaning faces could be seen pressing against the barrier, often poking out to reveal their blushing faces, filling the now empty lab with their moans. Only to be drawn back in, like sinking into squelching quicksand. Occasionally, a leg, an arm, or other appendages stretched the pod like material, but always, the two found themselves unable to escape its erotic grasp.
 
  Finally, after a mind shattering orgasm from Verra, and a ball emptying orgasm from Mewtwo, the pair of them collapsed in each other’s arms. The pod seemed to take that as a sign for the two of them to rest, for at that moment, they both felt a strong sucking sensation pulling them up out of the pod and into the flexible tube it was connected to. Verra could only weakly smile as she still felt Mewtwo’s cock still buried inside her, and as he tried to pull away, she weakly hugged him closer. “No…don’t…just…leave it in…”
 
  Mewtwo paused…then relented, simply allowing their bodies to float in the green filled tube. The tube’s gel was breathable, thankfully, but thanks to the sticky viscosity of it, it soon made them feel warm and sleepy. Verra, yawning, watched a few stray bubbles escape from her lips and float up into the complex tubing above her. “We have to do this again…” she thought with a smirk, snuggling into Mewtwo.
 
  Mewtwo chuckled and returned the gesture, his tail coiling around them as he stroked the back of Verra’s head. “Indeed…I had no idea such pleasure could be possible like this.”
 
  Verra giggled. “You should see the shenanigans Breezy gets up to.”
 
  Mewtwo chuckled at this. “Maybe next time we can invite her.”
 
  Verra’s smile broadened as her eyes began to droop. “Oh, two girls all to yourself? You…naughty boy…you…” and with a cute yawn, she fell asleep, soft bubbles floating up from her lips with each soft snore.
 
  Mewtwo chuckled and kissed the top of Verra’s head. “If I’m naughty, it's because you spoil me so…” He closed his eyes, and he too, fell asleep to the gentle, lullaby hum of the tube. And so the two of them floated in their afterglow bliss, holding each other as intimately as lovers.
 
  Moments later, the doors flew open, and Breezy sprinted in, panting. She looked up to see the couple, and whined “Noooo, I missed all the fun!” But as she looked at Verra’s peaceful face, Breezy relented and smiled. Well, there was always next time.