Chapter 1
Feeling not half as confident as she let herself appear, the golden-haired young trainer slipped a hand underneath the edge of her jacket and clutched tightly at the strap of her backpack harness. Not long ago, there had been a row of Pokéballs fixed to either side of her torso, outlining her rather shapely bosom. Now, though, the straps were bare, and Elora felt all the more insecure about current events for it.
She risked a brief glance aside and caught the piercing cerulean gaze of her mentor glaring at her almost expectantly. As if she'd know. She always knew.
"You're having second thoughts about this, aren't you?"
Soft as Sabrina's voice always was, it also managed to be terribly unnerving even at the best of times. The dappled sunlight through the overgrown canopy of Celadon Gym cast a moody shadows onto the taller woman's stoic features, and shimmered through the long, pristinely straightened locks of Sabrina's blue almost-black (or was it green?) hair as she turned her attention to the door before them.
'But does she really have to be so...creepy?'
As the stout glass doors opened unto the pair, Elora thought just for a moment that she had seen her mentor smile the tiniest hint of a smile.
A second later, she was too busy being completely awestruck by what was secreted away within Celadon Gym's inner sanctum. Nothing could have prepared for what lay within.
The words 'breeding farm' drifted through her mind, half-remembered from a conversation with Sabrina some few weeks before their trip to Celadon, and suddenly the precise meaning of those words hit the young psychic like a speeding bus. There was no other word to describe what she saw. The secret inner garden of Celadon Gym was exactly that; a breeding chamber.
"I see our guests have arrived at last!"
Erika's lilting words echoed in the sweetly floral air of the glass chamber, a tremendous domed greenhouse not more than thirty feet in diameter. The young trainer tried to force her attention away from the contents of the room long enough to fixate on Erika as she approached the both of them, her arms outspread in greeting and trailing the edges her kimono's tangerine sleeves upon the grassy ground. If anything, this raven-haired beauty managed to be even more eye catching than Elora's own teacher. The softly rounded, yet delicate face of the famed gym leader of Celadon City was a poignant contrast to Sabrina's somewhat sharp, effeminate yet handsome looks. When the former embraced the latter wholeheartedly in a fluster of giggles and a flutter of orange over crimson, they seemed as natural a pair as any the young trainer had ever seen.
"I think perhaps we should introduce the initiate to her new life here," Sabrina intoned with a subtle mirth in her voice, looking once again to the young psychic girl who was now trying not to stare and blush. Watching her superiors act like lovestruck children was just a little bit uncomfortable after all the time she'd had to get used to Sabrina's usual strict demeanour.
While Sabrina strode towards one of the other girls in the room, Elora had to struggle against the bursting emotion whirlwind Erika was throwing at her in greeting, not to be sent reeling from the sheer potency. Clearly, Sabrina had been teaching her lover a few cruel tricks to play on the new 'initiates'. Not too unlike Sabrina.
"Welcome to Celadon Garden," the emerald-eyed woman told her with a smile that could have dazzled a Zubat. "I hope I can make your stay here as comfortable for you as I have for all the other girls."
Elora couldn't ignore it any more. At the mention of 'other girls' her eyes drifted to one of the room's...occupants.
Ivory roots and leaves of jade and tangled auburn roots on milky skin. Something clear and pungent smelling trickled upon the verdant grass. The young trainer felt something tickling her in the back of her mind as she stared, unable to tear her gaze away from the deathly pale female body suspended not ten feet from where she stood, stark naked, spread-eagled to the world and held securely in the clutches of the very same tangled vines that grew up the sides of the greenhouse dome almost to the very top.
"It's usually polite to answer when you're addressed by someone in a position as important as Gym Leader."
Sabrina's voice snapped the young girl out of her trance for but a moment. Words quivered on her lips, but she had neither the gall nor the courage to voice them. Her eyes were again locked to pale flesh, where the world-famous psychic's slender fingers grasped at a handful of one girl's naked breast. A pale pink nipple between two of her fingertips, Sabrina squeezed upon the succulent flesh and spilt forth a trickle of that same clear fluid, which ran down the impossibly fulsome curve of the incapacitated girl's breast and down the equally rotund swell of her bloated white belly.
"Don't mind her, darling," Erika shot back with some measure of displeasure. "She's just bitter because she still doesn't have a petunia that sings at people when they walk past." The look she received in return was not in the least bit offended, but certainly mirthful. Instead, Erika turned back to the young girl now under her charge and delicately lifting a fingertip beneath the psychic's chin, until their eyes met.
"I'm going to be taking very good care of you, my plants and I."
There was nothing threatening, or even sinister, in that voice. The older woman's words were, in fact, comforting. Soothing. Elora could feel the sincerity and compassion of this beautiful raven-haired woman washing through her mind.
"But..."
They aren't dead. The thought popped into her head like it belonged there, and she knew instinctively when Sabrina was giving her another telepathic lecture, enough to shut up and listen to what would no doubt be important. The image of the bodies hanging in the air around the glass chamber, arranged in a rough circle about the outer wall, made her tremble inside. Soft female flesh, whitened not by time and lack of sunlight, but by something draining the colour from their very bodies. Draining them dry. Sucking them empty.
No. Not empty. It wasn't killing them. It was transforming them.
The girls nearest the door were barely touched, hanging limp but merely unconscious within the tangled embrace of the vines. As the bodies progressed around the room, towards the florally decorated chair opposite, they became more and more corrupted by their own floral prison. Vines burrowed into the flesh they held so protectively, squirming into the near-lifeless bodies and slowly transfiguring their insides just as they gradually altered the outer appearance. Limbs slowly disappeared into the masses of greenish brown flora. But that was far from the worst.
Elora watched her long time mentor pacing along the wall of obscenity (she hesitated to think of it as a production line) before stopping at one particular girl, much farther along than most of the others.
"No positive results, I take it."
"Not yet. Rather heartless of you, isn't it?"
"This is supposed to be an experiment, after all," Sabrina replied, sounding almost wistful. Her slender fingertips traced the winding path of a stout white root up to where it merged into the silken white skin of the girl's hip. Elora stifled a gasp. Whoever that had once been, the girl's legs now ended no more than an inch below the junction of her loins, sprouting into masses of sturdy white roots than plunged into the soil below. Her arms were barely stumps, held aloft by the writhing tangle of vines sprouting from each former limb. And her head...where her neck shoulder have been, the hollow of her collarbone gave way to yet more of the pervasive vines, sprouting like an insane spider's web of crisscrossing loops and curls. "Poor Suzanna. She'll be so disappointed that she could pass on none of her wonderful talents."
Suzanna was now a torso, nothing more, suspended in midair and invaded from every which way by the vines of Erika's all-consuming plant monstrosity, her body once lithe and young now swollen and blooming in obvious pregnancy. Had she been living, she would have looked ready to pop at any moment. When Sabrina laid one hand upon the magnificent rise of what was once a girl's stomach and pressed ever so gently downward, more of the glistening nectar gushed forth in a rude expulsion of fluid from the hanging body's pink petaled sex.
"How," Elora managed to stammer out, but nothing else came. She was beyond even forming words to voice her utter horror and shock.
"Don't you even want to know what it's like?"
Erika was immediately behind her now, crowding into her. The young psychic reeled from the near contact, tremors shaking her from head to toe, fear and...something else. Anticipation? She looked again. How could she not.
The procession of bodies from the door to the thing that had been Suzanna continued, to her surprise. There were twenty-five girls in all, two of them still almost untouched, and the last five were in a state not too unlike Suzanna. But there they stopped. Closer to the explosion of decorative leaves that was Erika's personal 'throne' in this terrible throne room, the bodies gave way to strange growths upon the web of flesh-corrupting vines. They looked like ripe fruit, or budding flowers; each one was the size of a beachball or perhaps even larger, and all of them in dark, rich hues of blues and green, reds and browns, dappled with pale peach and yellowish spots upon their surrounding leaves. As Erika approached one of the blossoms, it peeled itself open as if in offering to its mistress, displaying a cascade of petal and floral flesh that Elora could not possibly describe, in colour nor in shape. It was, to put it simply, indescribably beautiful.
"I don't want to die," the young psychic whimpered, hardly able to speak at all as she stared mesmerised into the glorious rainbow flower. The scent of it, a scent that almost made her mind go blank from pure euphoria, wafted against her skin like a warm summer's breeze.
"Technically, you won't." As ever, Sabrina's rather callous explanation left little to be desired.
"You have a choice," Erika addressed the young blonde as she seated herself upon the arrangement of leaves that was her chair. "You can spend the rest of your life, which will not be very many more years at all, slowly going blind and deaf and numb from the neck down and die a wasting death. Or you can join all these other girls, and stay here with us. For a very long time indeed."
That was when she felt it. The thing that had been tickling at the back of her mind. The empathic chorus of soft, lonely voices crying out to her, calling yearningly into her soul. Sabrina had been blocking her out all this time.
Like a dam breaking, the chorus burst into her mind. Ecstasy. Vibrant, unbridled, unimaginable joy in its purest form blazed white behind her eyes. And with it, the soulful cries of so many she couldn't even count them, so many different voices all merging and melting into one. They called to her, not for help, but for HER. They wanted HER.
Let us share this with you.
"Yes." Elora could once again hardly speak, this time for the burbling of saliva in her throat as her body boiled with passion.
"You'll volunteer yourself? Willingly?"
"YES!"
She never knew what was said after that. The last waking thought Elora would ever have was of Sabrina's face smiling at her.
She risked a brief glance aside and caught the piercing cerulean gaze of her mentor glaring at her almost expectantly. As if she'd know. She always knew.
"You're having second thoughts about this, aren't you?"
Soft as Sabrina's voice always was, it also managed to be terribly unnerving even at the best of times. The dappled sunlight through the overgrown canopy of Celadon Gym cast a moody shadows onto the taller woman's stoic features, and shimmered through the long, pristinely straightened locks of Sabrina's blue almost-black (or was it green?) hair as she turned her attention to the door before them.
'But does she really have to be so...creepy?'
As the stout glass doors opened unto the pair, Elora thought just for a moment that she had seen her mentor smile the tiniest hint of a smile.
A second later, she was too busy being completely awestruck by what was secreted away within Celadon Gym's inner sanctum. Nothing could have prepared for what lay within.
The words 'breeding farm' drifted through her mind, half-remembered from a conversation with Sabrina some few weeks before their trip to Celadon, and suddenly the precise meaning of those words hit the young psychic like a speeding bus. There was no other word to describe what she saw. The secret inner garden of Celadon Gym was exactly that; a breeding chamber.
"I see our guests have arrived at last!"
Erika's lilting words echoed in the sweetly floral air of the glass chamber, a tremendous domed greenhouse not more than thirty feet in diameter. The young trainer tried to force her attention away from the contents of the room long enough to fixate on Erika as she approached the both of them, her arms outspread in greeting and trailing the edges her kimono's tangerine sleeves upon the grassy ground. If anything, this raven-haired beauty managed to be even more eye catching than Elora's own teacher. The softly rounded, yet delicate face of the famed gym leader of Celadon City was a poignant contrast to Sabrina's somewhat sharp, effeminate yet handsome looks. When the former embraced the latter wholeheartedly in a fluster of giggles and a flutter of orange over crimson, they seemed as natural a pair as any the young trainer had ever seen.
"I think perhaps we should introduce the initiate to her new life here," Sabrina intoned with a subtle mirth in her voice, looking once again to the young psychic girl who was now trying not to stare and blush. Watching her superiors act like lovestruck children was just a little bit uncomfortable after all the time she'd had to get used to Sabrina's usual strict demeanour.
While Sabrina strode towards one of the other girls in the room, Elora had to struggle against the bursting emotion whirlwind Erika was throwing at her in greeting, not to be sent reeling from the sheer potency. Clearly, Sabrina had been teaching her lover a few cruel tricks to play on the new 'initiates'. Not too unlike Sabrina.
"Welcome to Celadon Garden," the emerald-eyed woman told her with a smile that could have dazzled a Zubat. "I hope I can make your stay here as comfortable for you as I have for all the other girls."
Elora couldn't ignore it any more. At the mention of 'other girls' her eyes drifted to one of the room's...occupants.
Ivory roots and leaves of jade and tangled auburn roots on milky skin. Something clear and pungent smelling trickled upon the verdant grass. The young trainer felt something tickling her in the back of her mind as she stared, unable to tear her gaze away from the deathly pale female body suspended not ten feet from where she stood, stark naked, spread-eagled to the world and held securely in the clutches of the very same tangled vines that grew up the sides of the greenhouse dome almost to the very top.
"It's usually polite to answer when you're addressed by someone in a position as important as Gym Leader."
Sabrina's voice snapped the young girl out of her trance for but a moment. Words quivered on her lips, but she had neither the gall nor the courage to voice them. Her eyes were again locked to pale flesh, where the world-famous psychic's slender fingers grasped at a handful of one girl's naked breast. A pale pink nipple between two of her fingertips, Sabrina squeezed upon the succulent flesh and spilt forth a trickle of that same clear fluid, which ran down the impossibly fulsome curve of the incapacitated girl's breast and down the equally rotund swell of her bloated white belly.
"Don't mind her, darling," Erika shot back with some measure of displeasure. "She's just bitter because she still doesn't have a petunia that sings at people when they walk past." The look she received in return was not in the least bit offended, but certainly mirthful. Instead, Erika turned back to the young girl now under her charge and delicately lifting a fingertip beneath the psychic's chin, until their eyes met.
"I'm going to be taking very good care of you, my plants and I."
There was nothing threatening, or even sinister, in that voice. The older woman's words were, in fact, comforting. Soothing. Elora could feel the sincerity and compassion of this beautiful raven-haired woman washing through her mind.
"But..."
They aren't dead. The thought popped into her head like it belonged there, and she knew instinctively when Sabrina was giving her another telepathic lecture, enough to shut up and listen to what would no doubt be important. The image of the bodies hanging in the air around the glass chamber, arranged in a rough circle about the outer wall, made her tremble inside. Soft female flesh, whitened not by time and lack of sunlight, but by something draining the colour from their very bodies. Draining them dry. Sucking them empty.
No. Not empty. It wasn't killing them. It was transforming them.
The girls nearest the door were barely touched, hanging limp but merely unconscious within the tangled embrace of the vines. As the bodies progressed around the room, towards the florally decorated chair opposite, they became more and more corrupted by their own floral prison. Vines burrowed into the flesh they held so protectively, squirming into the near-lifeless bodies and slowly transfiguring their insides just as they gradually altered the outer appearance. Limbs slowly disappeared into the masses of greenish brown flora. But that was far from the worst.
Elora watched her long time mentor pacing along the wall of obscenity (she hesitated to think of it as a production line) before stopping at one particular girl, much farther along than most of the others.
"No positive results, I take it."
"Not yet. Rather heartless of you, isn't it?"
"This is supposed to be an experiment, after all," Sabrina replied, sounding almost wistful. Her slender fingertips traced the winding path of a stout white root up to where it merged into the silken white skin of the girl's hip. Elora stifled a gasp. Whoever that had once been, the girl's legs now ended no more than an inch below the junction of her loins, sprouting into masses of sturdy white roots than plunged into the soil below. Her arms were barely stumps, held aloft by the writhing tangle of vines sprouting from each former limb. And her head...where her neck shoulder have been, the hollow of her collarbone gave way to yet more of the pervasive vines, sprouting like an insane spider's web of crisscrossing loops and curls. "Poor Suzanna. She'll be so disappointed that she could pass on none of her wonderful talents."
Suzanna was now a torso, nothing more, suspended in midair and invaded from every which way by the vines of Erika's all-consuming plant monstrosity, her body once lithe and young now swollen and blooming in obvious pregnancy. Had she been living, she would have looked ready to pop at any moment. When Sabrina laid one hand upon the magnificent rise of what was once a girl's stomach and pressed ever so gently downward, more of the glistening nectar gushed forth in a rude expulsion of fluid from the hanging body's pink petaled sex.
"How," Elora managed to stammer out, but nothing else came. She was beyond even forming words to voice her utter horror and shock.
"Don't you even want to know what it's like?"
Erika was immediately behind her now, crowding into her. The young psychic reeled from the near contact, tremors shaking her from head to toe, fear and...something else. Anticipation? She looked again. How could she not.
The procession of bodies from the door to the thing that had been Suzanna continued, to her surprise. There were twenty-five girls in all, two of them still almost untouched, and the last five were in a state not too unlike Suzanna. But there they stopped. Closer to the explosion of decorative leaves that was Erika's personal 'throne' in this terrible throne room, the bodies gave way to strange growths upon the web of flesh-corrupting vines. They looked like ripe fruit, or budding flowers; each one was the size of a beachball or perhaps even larger, and all of them in dark, rich hues of blues and green, reds and browns, dappled with pale peach and yellowish spots upon their surrounding leaves. As Erika approached one of the blossoms, it peeled itself open as if in offering to its mistress, displaying a cascade of petal and floral flesh that Elora could not possibly describe, in colour nor in shape. It was, to put it simply, indescribably beautiful.
"I don't want to die," the young psychic whimpered, hardly able to speak at all as she stared mesmerised into the glorious rainbow flower. The scent of it, a scent that almost made her mind go blank from pure euphoria, wafted against her skin like a warm summer's breeze.
"Technically, you won't." As ever, Sabrina's rather callous explanation left little to be desired.
"You have a choice," Erika addressed the young blonde as she seated herself upon the arrangement of leaves that was her chair. "You can spend the rest of your life, which will not be very many more years at all, slowly going blind and deaf and numb from the neck down and die a wasting death. Or you can join all these other girls, and stay here with us. For a very long time indeed."
That was when she felt it. The thing that had been tickling at the back of her mind. The empathic chorus of soft, lonely voices crying out to her, calling yearningly into her soul. Sabrina had been blocking her out all this time.
Like a dam breaking, the chorus burst into her mind. Ecstasy. Vibrant, unbridled, unimaginable joy in its purest form blazed white behind her eyes. And with it, the soulful cries of so many she couldn't even count them, so many different voices all merging and melting into one. They called to her, not for help, but for HER. They wanted HER.
Let us share this with you.
"Yes." Elora could once again hardly speak, this time for the burbling of saliva in her throat as her body boiled with passion.
"You'll volunteer yourself? Willingly?"
"YES!"
She never knew what was said after that. The last waking thought Elora would ever have was of Sabrina's face smiling at her.
Chapter End Notes:
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