Bayli scanned the sheet, and she blinked before rolling her eyes at her next assignment. “So I gotta fuck a Lopunny,” she muttered to herself.

It would have come sooner or later, she knew. Ever since Team Rocket had revitalized and gone legit under the old boss’s son, Silver, the establishment of successful human-pokemon breeding had been at the forefront of their activities. The sheer number of people out there interested having children with pokemon paramours would ensure a weighty payday to anyone who showed them how to make families of their own, and that was ignoring the bountiful scientific funding Team Rocket would receive if they managed to pull it off.

Striding down the hallway, she continued leafing through the sheaf of papers, idly scanning them as she turned over ideas in her head. She didn’t need to pay that much attention to them; Bayli was one of the heads of the program as well as just a participant, and had been for a while. Most who knew her knew thought that she was simply driven to succeed at it to break down her innumerable failures. Bayli was content to let them think so, and had made more than a few comments indicating that the bountiful monetary compensation on a successful breeding was a factor as well.

Reality, of course, was more complex. Bayli had a reputation as a hardass—a deserved reputation. Giovanni had recruited her as the head of a delinquent gang, and though she’d gone straight(ish) once Silver had taken the organization in a legit direction, she wasn’t afraid to knock some heads around if she thought it would get her results. But she also knew that a lot of trainers were in real, genuine love with their pokemon, and wanted more than anything to make families with them. Bayli had no inkling or desire to become a mother herself, whether to a pokemon or not—but she sympathized with their plight, and figured that helping fellow pokephiles achieve their dreams while simultaneously getting a fat cash reward and scientific prestige was nothing but a win-win situation.

Striding into the main research station, she waved the sheet of paper at Keyes, the head researcher. “So,” she said. “Lopunny this time, huh?” She didn’t bother to conceal her disdain. She was a hardened criminal, someone unafraid to get her hands dirty and to scar herself if need be. Those foppish rabbits were not to her taste.

Keyes blinked, adjusting their glasses under their frizzy blonde hair. “It’s what we’ve got,” they said. “Most of the viable species we’ve got in this lab you’ve dealt with already. We’ll be getting some new species in soon… ish, but until then…”

Bayli nodded in resignation. She’d already bred with Hitmonchan, Sawk, Machamp, Gothitelle, and Pangoro as part of the new program to conceive pokemon via humans—none had taken, though. Every one of them was part of the ‘human-like’ egg group. Among those who thought pokemon-on-human fertilization possible, it was believed that the human-like pokemon would be the natural first step before moving onto other species. (Bayli privately had her doubts that humans would ever successfully breed with pokemon that weren’t human-like, but those were questions for another day, when their first successes had been achieved.)

“So what’s the plan?” she asked Keyes.

“Pretty standard procedure,” they replied. “You breed with him in five days. No sex between now and then and for five days after, just to be sure. We have a new hormone cocktail we’re hopeful about.”

“Injection or oral?”

Keyes just raised their eyebrows in sympathy, and Bayli swore. Dammit. She fucking hated injections.

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That night after all of her work was done—reviewing other breeding cases, ensuring that the right pokemon were being sent from HQ, following up in a weekly meeting with Silver, and endless, endless, endless stacks of paperwork—Bayli flopped into her room with a loud groan. Peeling off clothes until she was down to her bra and panties, she sprawled face-down onto her bed. She was worn out—not tired, but worn.

It didn’t take long for Astar to arrive.

Her Tyranitar was the closest thing she had to a friend—and a boyfriend. The two of them had met back when she was an assistant for Giovanni’s pokemon breeding program, where her job was to calm down males between sessions so they didn’t hurt the valuable females. (The job description didn’t specify calming them down by fucking them, but more often than not Bayli had found taking pokemon cock to be the most effective solution.) Most males had simply used her to slake their urges, but she and the Tyranitar had genuinely hit it off, and after the team’s initial disbandment, she’d claimed Astar as her own.