Verra's Indulgent Night

It was another long, busy workday for Verra in the lab. Genetics is hard work, and fulfilling such vital tasks alongside the great Mewtwo is especially hard — but extremely important. Processing mountains of data that turn into mountains of paperwork that are eventually used for future research… All while keeping a close eye on the small army of Pokemon clones kept safely in Mewtwo’s possession, floating peacefully within their flooded pods until next time they need to be called…

By now, it’s been a little over a year since Verra began to work with the strongest and wisest Pokemon of all. Every advancement and breakthrough, no matter how small, has pleased her stringent boss, enough that, once in a while, they agree to provide each other with a few… Benefits. There’s a lot of stress to be had in her field of work, after all, so it only makes sense that they’d help each other relieve that stress whenever it is necessary, doesn't it?

“…That will do for today,” a voice rang inside the phoenix’s head. Even after all this time, the feeling of Mewtwo’s cold, stern voice telepathically speaking to Verra gave her a little surprised shiver. It interrupted her as she was in the middle of transcribing the last of her data from a recent experiment with a cloned Lapras; as she peeks behind her desk, a tall, white-and-purple figure looms nearby. “Go on, now. You’ve done more than enough… Miss Verra.”

Mewtwo’s tone carried a very, very slight feeling of playfulness in that last part. He normally refrained from giving his loyal assistant nicknames or anything too affectionate like that, ever so serious and dedicated to his life’s work, so much that things like romance stayed out of the question for him entirely. But he was all too aware of Verra’s needs, as well as his own. It was good — healthy, even — to allow each other some R&R. He added one more thought: “…Accompany me to the cloning pods, please.”

Verra, meanwhile, could barely stay still, her feathers a bit ruffled as a blush began to form on her face. By now she was all too familiar with this command and what, exactly, it implied, so much that she almost forgot to reply. “Y-Yes, sir!” She answered, standing up and putting her things away in a hurry. And although she tried to give off an air of professionalism in front of her boss, she couldn’t hide the smile that had taken shape, even with a wing haphazardly covering her beak. She left her office with a pleased little spring in her step.

Mewtwo gave her a smirk. Just subtle enough that it might be mistaken for a brief twitch on his face, but Verra was, of course, very familiar with his mannerisms, what he wanted, what swirled through his mind. Being a super-powerful Psychic-type and all, Mewtwo knew exactly what Verra wanted, too, even if she rarely had the need to say it out loud.

He knows exactly what she’s into, and what gets her off.

He knew from the moment he first sensed her scurrying off after a long shift, directly towards the lower levels of his vast laboratory. How she ogled those long, glowing, bright-green cloning tubes, and cautiously poked a wing and a talon through the warm, sticky goo at the bottom of said tubes. The only way in and out of them was a thick barrier of rubbery, slippery material, leading into a tank of some sort of breathable liquid. Seeing the way she reacted to these pods, and how quickly she became familiar with them… He found it fascinating, almost endearing, in a way. Of course he’d allow such a loyal and hardworking assistant to do as she pleased.

Verra’s “secret”, if you can call it that, became known to Mewtwo pretty quickly, and it has reached the point where he doesn’t even have to say anything to get her in the mood for it. All that’s needed is an invitation to this part of his lab, and the unspoken promise of a relaxing, much-needed evening of stress relief. He even allows her to request her own adjustments to these empty cloning tubes; before they’ve even done anything, he can already tell she’s got something very special on her mind this time.

Verra makes her naughty desires known as soon as the two arrive at the clone pod chamber. “So here’s what I’m thinking,” she starts, barely able to contain her excitement as she stands in front of a tall, bubbly pod. “Do you… Remember the first time you hatched clones from these tubes?”

Mewtwo crossed his arms and closed his eyes. As memories of his earliest successful experiments swirled in his head, he looked content, not even bothering to hide his smirk. “Hmph, clear as day. It was a proud moment for our cause… What of it?”

“Aha, well~…” The phoenix seemed a little bashful about her request — but she’d never back down from it, obviously. In fact, she’s already getting pent up about all this, rubbing her legs together as she explains her request to Mewtwo. “I wanted to, ahem… Recreate that moment today! Mmh, those three clones waking up and emerging from their tubes, slipping through the gooey pods in a triumphant display! And I’m right between them in my own tube, having a perfect view of their birth before hatching right there with them~!” Verra was noticeably giddy as she went on, letting out a pleased sigh as the lewd thought of all this ran through her mind over and over.

Mewtwo couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. He was used to indulging Verra’s requests, and this was no different. The sheer enthusiasm in her words was very encouraging to the proud Psychic-type, even more proof of the high worth of his lifelong efforts. “I’d be happy to fulfill your request, Miss Verra,” he answered, flattered enough that he wanted to witness all of it himself, too. “I will allow our Blastoise, Charizard and Venusaur clones to take part in this, if they so choose.”

As it happens, within the many pods decorating this chamber, those very same three clones lurked, each relaxing in their own tube, close to each other. They awakened soon after Mewtwo laid this offer to them, all seeming eager to take part in Verra’s humble request and relive such a fun moment for them all. Muffled roars and curious grumbles echoed from their bubbly enclosures; the clones’ mighty display was enough to make Verra wiggle with anticipation.

There was little reason to delay this any longer. An empty pod sat right between the three clones, their massive frames bulging the flexible glass-like material of their tubes. The phoenix quickly began to take her clothes off, not even minding that her boss stood right behind her, watching intently, curious as ever about her assistant’s contagious fascination with these machines. As she hurriedly placed her discarded clothes and her shoes to the side, she became completely naked, her elegant gray feathers basking in the subtle green glow of the machines whirring and bubbling all around her.

Looking a little close, Mewtwo could tell there was a slight hint of arousal dripping from her exposed pussy already, a small trail of it slowly traveling down her inner thigh. She was really aching for this, and it showed. Verra only got more pent up once she laid a winged hand on the warm, goopy pod in front of her, giving way as she pressed on it firmly. Once she pushed hard enough with both wings, it seemed to swallow up her arms entirely with a hungry, wet noise. “Glrp, shhhlp…” She could honestly just do this all day long, but there was a *lot* more fun to be had today, still.

The phoenix chose instead to slip further inside the gooey entrance, sliding her arms inside all the way up to her shoulders, as well as sticking one leg through the black goo, then the other. She could feel its thick, rubbery walls traveling up her legs and along her butt, slurping her body up, even teasing her crotch as it slipped and slid all around her pussy. A shuddering gasp and long, relaxed sigh was all Verra could muster before she allowed momentum to carry her the rest of the way, letting the thick goop slurp up her torso, then her beak, and finally all the way up to her hair, closing the gap with a lewd, satisfying pop.

Verra had finished climbing inside her own little pod, and she was already a horny mess before any of the action had even started. Bubbles drifted out of her beak as she pressed her body against the glass and peeked outside, the familiar figure of Mewtwo watching closely with an increasingly satisfied grin. The phoenix, now easily floating in place, slid her wings down to her needy crotch. The eerie glow of her tube cast a gorgeous lime-green light on her sleek, nude body from below. Small groups of bubbles fizzled and floated everywhere, and her arousal was faintly visible while she began to rub herself down with eager, bubbly moans.

Once Mewtwo lifted his right hand, activating a button on the nearby console with his telekinesis, the really fun part officially began.

One by one, the three Pokemon closest to her pod — Blastoise, Venusaur and Charizard — were stirred from their peaceful rest inside the cloning pods. A few brief trails of bubbles slipped past their nostrils and floated away as the intricate machinery that concealed them began to whirr and grind louder, as if the pods themselves were also awakening from a much-needed nap.

Verra watched it all happen as closely as she could, digging her fingers deep inside her pussy while the spectacle unfolded. Her face pressed against the glass and only the faintest moans and giggles heard from the outside, she enjoyed this indulgent display about as much as one would expect, and she felt shivers up and down her body while she waited for the main event to start...

Larger clouds of fizzing bubbles formed below the soon-to-be-birthed Pokemon. Slowly, they descended towards the dark base of their pods and prepared for their gooey arrival. From the outside, and with a great view from Verra’s pod, Blastoise was the first to emerge. A bulge formed from outside the pod as it pushed its head through it, his face soon poking through the pod with wet, slippery noises. The goo kept a tight grip on the Blastoise’s body, yet relented as its mighty body crawled forward with ease. The curves and contours of its shell and skin made the thick, rubbery barrier bend to its will, sliding along the length of its strong body with a lewd, goopy noise. The barrier itself seemed to make one last teasy attempt to hold the Blastoise back, staying tight and snug around the Water-type’s legs and stubby tail, before giving way and allowing it to finally exit the pod. As easily as it opened up, the gooey base sealed itself once again with a quick, bubbly, almost playful sound. “Glrp…”

The Blastoise, meanwhile, soon got up on its two feet and struck a triumphant pose, the pride of a perfect clone in full display for those lucky enough to be present; in this case, Mewtwo and Verra. The phoenix watched it all from start to finish, squirming excitedly as her talons clenched and a long, pleasured groan escaped her beak. What an honor it is, seeing all this from such a lovely vantage point! She had to try not to get too excited; she wanted to see the other two Pokemon do their thing before finishing properly, after all.

It was Charizard’s turn to make its entrance, after all, and the Fire-type wasted no time pushing past the warm, sticky barrier. Its head poked through it first, very little of it visible aside from the top of it, and its sharp eyes, and its nostrils flaring as they peeked outside of the liquid for the first time in a long while. With a low, rumbling grunt, it pushed forward some more, letting the rest of its head emerge alongside its neck, and showing a tasteful hint of its large, round belly.

Two bulges formed at the sides of it; its claws were pressing tightly against the bending barrier. The goo was fending this one off a little harder than the Blastoise, though this Charizard happily took it as a challenge. It growled and huffed hot smoke as it forcefully slipped further, past this goopy embrace that clung to it with noisy slurping and burbling. Once the Charizard had squeezed a leg through, it began to slide past the goo with ease. Its massive wings were one of the last parts to emerge, a mess of black goop gliding along them before giving way. The Charizard only needed a slight swish of its tail to break it free, and the goo made a satisfying pop as it let go and reformed back to a solid base.

Verra might’ve hit her climax hands-free if she hadn’t been holding back. The giddy phoenix shuddered and squeezed her wings between her thighs while she observed this beefy Charizard clone show off in front of her, with such an artful entrance and delicious goopy sounds… She didn’t even mind that everyone could see her like this, totally giving in to her lust with so much enthusiasm that even the stern and quiet Mewtwo felt something stir for a moment; at most, he would only allow his tail to swivel once or twice. The show was not over, of course, and he remained close to the ecstatic Verra, almost totally lost in her horny thoughts, while the last of the trio took its turn.

Verra could barely contain herself at this point. The sounds of these Pokemon breaking through their goopy barriers mixed with her own naughty groans and rubs, the breathable liquid of her pod letting her whine, moan and sigh to her heart’s content. In the meantime, the Venusaur had begun to emerge from its pod, its head pushing with immense strength past the thick goop. This was by far the noisiest the goop had been yet, bending and clinging to the Venusaur clone with all its might. It stubbornly wrapped around the clone’s huge legs, as if wanting it to stick around for a little longer, yet the Venusaur insisted on pushing through, with less and less resistance as it slowly crawled and growled.

Even such a highly-advanced, latex-like barrier was no match for its immense power, and so the goo slid and slurped and made way for the Grass-type to stomp on through, making a snug, pleasing journey along its scaly body and around its huge, closed flower. “Slrrrp, grglp…” The black goo stuck around as long as it could, with its lovely, slippery noises, before ceding entirely to the Venusaur. The clone pulled its last leg through the barrier, watching it wobble as it slid back into place, before extending its flower bud open again with a pleased, toothy grin. Much like the other two clones, it walked away with a proud look on its face, in full view of the phoenix, the closest that she had experienced in a long time.

Verra felt so, so lucky… It was just the way Mewtwo had previously described it, his three successful clones emerging into his world to achieve his noble goals. The mere thought of it had always made her shudder and sigh longingly, but getting to see it all, from inside her own peaceful pod, no less? It all felt so dreamlike she had to pinch herself just in case, right before going back to fingering herself, real deep and thorough, the sights and sounds repeating in her head over and over and making her almost dizzy with pleasure inside the warm pod...

Of course, this little request wasn’t over yet. As she readied herself for a proper climax, Verra felt large clouds of bubbles slide and tickle along her feathers from below, a telltale sign that it was her turn to make her entrance into Mewtwo’s world! As she turned to face her boss, she saw him activate the opening mechanism for the pod she was in, staring right at her with a coy little half-grin, no doubt amused by this naughty assistant’s display. Not that Verra minded being ogled at by Mewtwo in the slightest.

The thought of emerging alongside these proud clones made her arousal even more intense, talons clenching hard as she felt herself being lowered towards the pod’s base…

The phoenix had timed her indulgent little session just right. The outside world beckoned, and Verra was ready to leave her bubbling artificial womb. She kept on fingering herself deep as she landed on the pod’s floor, and she tentatively pressed her head against the warm, rubbery goo, feeling it bend and give way as it began its snug embrace.

Slowly, Verra poked through the dense latex barrier with a delicious, wet noise. The top of her head became visible, along with her now-opened eyes, as well as the upper half of her beak. It was like she was being born again, and the phoenix let out a pleased, muffled moan against the gooey pod, forming a few thick bubbles around her head. She would’ve loved to just stay like this for a lot longer, just barely peeking outside of her comfortable tube while its warm liquid encompassed and fizzled the rest of her body. But Verra wanted this tight, rubbery hug to continue…

She made another push forward, and her shoulders soon peered through the black goo, strands and tendrils of that slippery substance clinging firmly to her gray feathers before giving way. It wrapped itself around the eager, moaning phoenix so snug, still, as if it was in the middle of giving her a long, affectionate hug across the entirety of her body.

Letting out a dreamy sigh and a pleasant little shudder, Verra couldn’t stop herself from smiling wide, or leaking more and more of her arousal into the liquid-filled tube behind her. The goo clung and wobbled around her even while she stayed still, waving and burbling slightly with every little movement. It kept her in place without making much of an effort to pull her back in; she was leaving the comfort of her gooey, rubbery womb, after all, so it was only fair to let her relish this moment for as long as she’d like.

The phoenix knew the most stimulating part was coming up. She readied herself, giving her crotch a few more intense rubs before she began to push her wings forward. They both became free from the sticky goop soon enough, and Verra carefully lowered herself to the lab’s floor. The latex-like goo had let go of her entire upper body now, stopping just below her navel. Drawing in an excited, pent-up breath, Verra pushed a little further, and felt her body shake and tense up as the goo traveled down and brushed against her wet pussy. The phoenix let out a long, happy moan and spread her legs as much as the goo would allow. Unable to hold back any longer, she started to grind against it, humping away with a cute, almost delirious expression on her face… She had even poked a leg through the rubbery barrier to get in a better position for getting herself off, feeling the warm, black goop slide and cling to her pussy in all the right spots. Totally lost in her horny thoughts, Verra let out noisier groans and whines as she fondled herself to wring out some extra pleasure…

She was bound to hit her limit sooner or later, and now seemed like a great time for it. The black goo rubbed and slurped hungrily all over the phoenix’s exposed crotch. The latex barrier that divided inside and outside kept Verra’s most sensitive area in an immensely pleasurable in-between spot, and it wouldn’t let up until she could reach her much-needed climax. She tossed and turned and let out needy, shaky groans. From inside the tube, her talons clenched and curled harder than ever, and outside of it she rubbed her chest up and down while bucking her hips and riding the goo as much as she could!

Verra only needed to ride this out for a little longer before her body finally tapped out. Hitting her climax with a long, noisy moan that echoed throughout the lab, the phoenix tensed up and leaned her hips forward, feeling those full-body shivers travel across her body as arousal leaked hard and fast, some against the rubbery goo, some within the tube and mixing with the glowing liquid inside. At the same time, the goo itself relented further, allowing the phoenix to pull her legs out of the thick barrier with the expected wet, goopy noises. Her artificial womb had finally released her proper, and the full-body hug that accompanied it came to a satisfying end, needing only one last playful tug of her left talon to fully emerge into the world again. “Glrrlp…” The pod closed and formed itself back into shape, a slight wobble the only sign that it had opened up in the first place.

For a while, the only sound heard across the lab came from Verra’s pleased, exhausted panting as she got all her air back, along with a few amused giggles and brief moans. Still a bit wet from the warm liquid that had surrounded her just minutes ago, the phoenix made a half-hearted attempt to sit back up before slumping to the ground, her crotch totally soaked… and in full view of her boss.

“Satisfied?” A familiar, deep voice rang in her head. Verra lifted her head and saw Mewtwo staring right at her, tail swaying around more than before, with a smirk on his face and a glimmer in his eyes. It was hard to tell if he was enjoying the show, but… He wasn’t not enjoying it. The three Pokemon clones certainly had a great time, looming nearby all with their own pleased grins.

“O-Oh, plenty!” Verra happily answered. She couldn’t stop herself from showing just how into it she was. “It was everything I dreamed of~! Those clones being born into this world so proudly, seeing them all slide out of their gooey pods and letting me walk out right after them? S-So good…! Mmnf, I feel so, ahem… Honored to be part of all this~!”

“That’s good,” Mewtwo added with a subtle nod, crossing his arms. “Miss Verra… It’s still an early night, so let’s indulge you a little further. …It’s the least I can do for such a valuable worker.”

Verra sprung back to her feet right away. “Y-Yes, sir~!” She chirped, feeling her breaths grow shaky and rushed again. She had barely come down from her intense climax before she saw what Mewtwo had in store for her…

With a flick of his wrist, the Psychic-type seemed to activate several more machines at once. Now, the sound of whirring and steam hissing and tubes bending came from all directions. Pokemon clones of all shapes and sizes began to flow into the dozens of empty tubes that surrounded the ecstatic phoenix; a pair of Lucarios next to her, a Scolipede and a Ninetales and an Umbreon lined up nearby, a Lapras and a Milotic that each bulged their respective tubes as they steadily traveled down to their bases, anything from a tiny Zorua to a hulking Swampert descending on their way to the outside world, each stirred awake, some even catching a glimpse of this curious phoenix…

Verra couldn’t contain herself. The phoenix was basically jumping for joy, a deep red blush forming on her face and leaving her red like a tomato. Already, strings of arousal dripped from her pussy all over again, and she hurried back to her own pod to have a perfect vantage point for the mass of clones that was about to be born before her eyes in super-quick succession…

There was little time to waste. The phoenix climbed onto her pod’s gooey base, positioning herself in just the right way to allow it to swallow up her legs, lean back against the glass and feel her crotch rub and grind once again into the warm, black goo that swirled around it. It almost seemed like it was welcoming her back, providing just enough goopy stickiness to keep her comfortably upright while the show unfolded.

A Mightyena in front of her was the first to emerge, pushing its fluffy head through the thick barrier of latex with a growling slurp around it. Verra was lucky enough to see it from a mere few feet away, close enough that she could see the goo bend and grip as it birthed the Mightyena, who emerged with ease. Its distinctive dark stripes showed it was a perfect clone, and it stretched and huffed while it showed off for the joyous phoenix.

Verra could barely feel that shudder traveling through her body before she saw more and more clones exiting their artificial wombs, some with more effort than others. One of the Lucarios pressed hard against its pod, an outline of its head and paws clearly visible through the dark substance before it finally poked its snout through it, catching its breath with hurried panting. The phoenix groaned and humped wildly once she spotted another wonderful sight nearby: a Braixen clone crawling through the goop and stopping as its thighs were held nice and snug by the semi-liquid latex. The feeling of it seemed to be fun for the Braixen, much like it is for Verra, and it let out a squeaky moan as it adjusted itself to grind against the goo and bring its paws back to its increasingly wet crotch. Even someone as strong and noble as a clone Pokemon enjoyed the feeling of these pods as much as Verra… It brought a warm, even more intense feeling to the phoenix’s mind, leaving her sighing and giggling plenty.

The sound of clones emerging left and right, triumphant growls and roars from every direction, rubbery goo giving way and gripping tightly in equal measures, machinery winding down as it gave birth to new clones constantly… It left Verra in such a worked-up, horny state that the clones passing by felt rather flattered by her display, some showing blushes of their own while others took some extra time to watch her grind and hump wildly against her pod’s latex barrier in whatever positions she favored.

Dozens of clones had already emerged, with dozens more still on the way, by the time Verra reached her limits again. She kept a close eye on the tubes’ glass bending as more clones traveled down, along with the bulging rubber signaling the next one to push its head through it with those delightful, spine-tingling gooey noises. Eventually, the sight of a full-sized Arcanine pushing hard through the slimy latex, its paws sliding through the tight gaps, tipped Verra past her climax. She came even harder than before, feeling her entire body buckle and shake while her arousal spilled and dripped down the gooey base. Strong grunts and moans made their way out of her throat, almost as loud as some of the clones around her, and she clenched and leaned onto the black goo so tightly that it had begun to swallow her up.

The feeling of that rubbery substance enveloping her again… it was a welcome one. Verra let out shaky, overstimulated breaths, letting the gooey pod swallow her up to her chest. She had barely started to come back to her senses when she noticed Mewtwo had approached her, and once he was close enough to make physical contact, he spoke again.

“…That’s it,” he said, with a certain… tone in his telepathic voice. “Enjoy yourself. We have plenty of time still, after all.”

“O-Oh, my…” Verra was still in the middle of her afterglow, yet those words seemed to jolt her arousal awake all over again. She let out a long sigh as she let herself be swallowed up more by the goo, now up to her shoulders and staying real snug.

“There’s work to be done tomorrow, Miss Verra. For now, though, we’ll keep going as long as you’d like.” A smirk formed in his face; seeing and indulging Verra like this had clearly amused him, in some specific, unknowable way. “…No need for you to hold back.”

All Verra could do at this point was nod happily, and let out a cute chuckle. Once the goo had dragged her down even more, it enveloped her up to her neck, and the warm comfort of the tube’s liquid spread along her feathery body. The phoenix let out a muffled groan and rolled her eyes up before the black goo finished swallowing her up, pulling her all the way back inside the pod. Verra rested her head against the glass and let out a bubbly moan, rubbing her legs together with a hand already sliding up between her thighs.

She kept her gaze locked onto Mewtwo, and he leaned against a pod as he observed the curious phoenix, ready for a long night about to be spent indulging his loyal assistant. Clones shuffle around, some headed right back to their pods while others head out to enjoy their time in other parts of this massive laboratory.

At some point tomorrow, Mewtwo and Verra will have arrived right back to their usual spots and continued their long, fruitful work towards perfecting these clones even further, fulfilling his hugely important cause, all the usual stuff but with their usual stresses relieved and made insignificant. But tonight, the only goals in mind for the Psychic-type are: to show his gratitude towards the hardworking phoenix, and to have a better understanding of her (somewhat contagious) fascination with these powerful machines.

It was a fun and indulgent night for everyone involved.