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The Blue Girl of Galar	By : CeroAjax Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 1689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-To "Blast Off!"
- 1
-- The following is a canonical segment of Chapter 11 of the fanfic 'A Soul of Steel' and is meant to be read as the fully intended scenario of what occurs. --
- - - - - Syra's Home - - - - -

"H...hey. What's all this for?" the girl couldn't help but look uneasy as she was being embraced by the tall man that was her father. It had been a long while since she had bothered to come home; her only form of contact with him being either through sending whatever money she earned in battle or brief texts on phone. Homesickness wasn't something that was in the cards for her, but her dad had spots of having trouble letting go. 'Empty Nest Syndrome'. Even with her little brother still around, but currently out with friends of his own, he missed her dearly.
Letting go of his daughter, the man spoke with a sigh. "Listen, Syra, I know communication is something our family is really hard at being able to pull off but I really have missed you a lot. It's good to see you home, if even for a little bit."

"Thanks. But I won't be here for too long: as soon as my clothes are done being washed and dried, I'm heading out. Didn't feel like heading into the nearby town's laundromat to do it, so I took an Air Taxi here to save money. I need it for more supplements." Syra spoke with an air of neutrality that didn't give any hint of emotion. She headed to the room where the washer machine/dryer were located and started putting in loads. For a moment, the two of them did not speak. As her dad said before: communication wasn't really a strong suit they shared together. Not out of dismissal or hatred of any other family member or anything, but they all found it hard to talk sometimes which may have stemmed from the split family.
A brief glance at a photo that was in her own wallet showed a green haired woman and herself. Mom and Daughter were in it, dated about 6 years prior to that date. She had not passed on from that life, but she decided to leave upon finding out about what her husband's life entailed. A few legal battles here, many frustrated phone calls there, and tears shed, and he was the one who ended up with the kids.
Despite all these things going against her, Syra stayed the strong one of the two children and, outside of hacking into her dad's personal things to find out where he worked and breaking down Team Rocket's doors, stayed obedient.
She comes across something that was packed with the rest of her clothes she forgot was with her and decided to pull it out. A white top with a "R" on the front as the bottom of it split, black skintight top that would go underneath the white top, short white skirt, black long legged boots and long-sleeve gloves. Back in her other case that was brought with her, her long
/Oh right, I got this quite awhile ago after busting Giovanni's chops and I guess I never did showcase this to dad. Maybe I can at least break the ice since tension is always high with me being gone, and I don't know if he's forgiven me for yanking some funds from him before just to make that initial trip./
"...this isn't even dirty. Why did I fold these all like this?" she comments to herself out loud, after sniffing it to re-check it.
Turning the machine on, the loud mechanism would begin its wash and she hops to the bathroom that was near her in that part of the house. Reappearing a few minutes later, she pops her head into the kitchen.
"Hey da~ad. I never did show you how your fellow co-worker slash daughter looks in uniform! Check it out! Really cool huh?" hopping forward and posing while in the full gear. For a second he gives a laugh while holding a cup of coffee and looking her over.
"Not bad. You look like you can pass as one of the fellas I got to know awhile back. Only difference is you've accomplished a lot more in your time in the Gym Challenge than they did in the...gee, how long have I known them?" Ritsu looked off into the distance recalling their names and cringing. The memory that they were always trying to mess with this one kid and his Pikachu and failing horribly every time came back and he just sighed.
"What, so I remind you of someone who was a failure? Gee, thanks dad that really helps sell the look I got going for me." Syra said flatly, putting her arms over each other.
He held up a hand. "Tosh, don't be that way, m'dear. I'm merely saying that in terms of appearance. Your skills and looks could make you pass as a veteran! Perhaps someday you'll surpass the Boss. I don't imagine the others took too kindly however: I'm still laughing about how you did all that with only one Pokemon too."
She walks by him, to the fridge and bending down to get a drink from inside it as the heels of her boots click-clack on the tile flooring. "It's what happens when yours truly has the book smarts and street smarts to take care of herself you know."
"...and you're certain that you'll be able to finish what you started? That Champ isn't going to be a pushover, you know." her dad comments, taking another swig of the joe in his cup.
Standing upright, chest giving a light bounce and making a fist as if to proclaim herself like a usual Team Rocket Grunt would be doing, she declared henceforth "Just watch. I'm going to make things right by winning that title! Then I can just come back home, relax, and then do whatever someone who has the power a Champion can be. You'll see!"
Ritsu smirks, eyeing her a bit more when she did that pose and walked over to her. Reflexively, Syra moves out of his way as if thinking he's trying to walk by, but the second she turned around she feels a hand go up the skirt and grab her crotch as his hands were on her bare, bulbous ass.
"H-hey!" she initially protests before feeling a finger slide inside her folds. Syra has to lean onto the countertop. "Dad, come on...I already started the wash."
"Oh, sorry, I wasn't aware you werent looking forward to me doing this. Were you?" he said in a lower tone, nearing her from behind as his hand went further into the folds of her ass with his finger going all the way inside her sex.
Syra feels herself being fingered slowly and bites her lip with the black panties she wore being pushed to the side and the sounds of her pussy slowly getting louder due to self lubrication. She was quickly getting wet from how expertly he was touching her netherregions. "Damn it, Dad. I didn't...I mean I didn't want this...now."
"You saying you did at one point? You miss it?" His eyebrow raises, before getting onto his knees to look up Syra's skirt getting a full view of her heart shaped ass and grabbing both cheeks.
She turns a little towards him, with the heels of her boots somewhat now off the ground as he was at eye level with her rear end. Feeling him molest her ass causes her to whimper."M-maybe...? I...don't have to answer that you know. This is sexual harassment! Fucking stop doing this already!"
"You're able to physically beat down more than a whole gang of thugs, so I know you can fight me off. But you're not. I wonder why that is?" the man comments before reaching within her skirt on her hips to grab ahold of her panties and slides them down. A line of fluids connect to the panties from her clit, as Syra lifts a leg, letting it slide down to one of her ankles. Ritsu leans forward from behind and she feels her dad start to let his tongue eat her out while grabbin her ass.
"hhhhaaaa~aahh. Okay, I admit that I've missed you too. I admit that I missed....this." she whines, having to lean forward more on the countertop with her chest laying on it. Viewing her from behind would show her bare ass and pussy would be easily in view of anyone walking into the kitchen, as she was still in her whole uniform: minus the undergarment of course.
The tongue of his would ravish her pussy, licking every single part of her folds and caressing her clit thoroughly, causing the girl to shiver. When he had a goal in mind to get what he wanted, he knew exactly how to 'attack' the goal head on: in this case quite literally.
She receives a loud, hard slap on the ass which causes her to wince with a quiet whimper. It felt good to be spanked, and he does it again to the same reaction. "Daddy's little girl sure grew up, and now with this uniform you look like a fully grown woman. Then again, you have for quite some time now haven't you?"
/God this sucks...I only wanted to be here for a short bit, but here I am. He's probably going to stick it in me soon, too. But today could be dangerous.../ She thinks in the middle of exhaling rather loudly. Syra looks downward at the man who had a raging erection throbbing in his pants who was eating her out.
"Hey Dad? Just as a warning you can't do it in my vagina today. I...it could be a dangerous day if you don't pull out. Let's just...stick to anal." she notes to him, blushing. Admitting that out the gate meant she had to mentally prepare herself for getting it up the ass even if she wasn't as big of a fan of that as the normal way of sex.
He'd stand up from what he was doing and hiked up her skirt a little more so it'd be pushed back to her hips and bent her moreso over the countertop. "He-hey! Did you hear me?"
"Oh I heard you loud and clear, dear." Ritsu comments, with the sounds of his zipper being undone. Syra's eyes go wide and before she can try to trip him or physically push him off her train of thought is completely broken when a thick smooth length of cock is slid inside her cunt. The sensation alone of being taken in the kitchen while wearing a uniform caused her nipples to get erect and even if he wasn't listening to her about the warning, for some reason it only made her more turned on.
"H-hey. No fai~r. You weren't...supposed...to stick it in me there!" she pants, bucking against him with her ass cheeks jiggling on every single thrust. Both of his hands reach around to the skin tight black top underneath the white "R" top and squeeze her tits while going in deep. The hands already going to work to work her breasts full hand groping them for his own pleasure.
"The second you told me that it could be dangerous was the second you sealed what I was going to do to you today. Besides, no truly obedient daughter of mine is going to tell ME what to do!" Ritsu growls, now settling into an increased speed with the sounds of sex echoing. Each time he went inside, Syra lets out another small moan, throwing her head back and back arching into it. "Wearing this outfit, sashaying this ass of yours, showing me the curve of your cleavage in the skintight top underneath reminding me again how good you look, there's no way I would be able to hold back."
Her mentality in dealing with this was a constant battle within herself. She hated the fact she was molested by her father, but absolutely loved the kink of overwhelming power of another person by sex appeal alone. The idea that they lost all logic and reason and acted on stupid, carnal desire boosted her confidence in herself. It drove her absolutely crazy to be so attractive to anyone that they would think about taking her, but she hated that her first time came from him. Yet for some reason also really loved how gentle he was: never going too hard that she would feel physical pain. It was pleasurable for both parties, and he knew that personally by how wet her pussy got and how animated Syra would buck her hips against him. Every single time she felt his length go inside her, the ability to reason within herself to get away would slip away. Every single time she was put in this situation, her shame was lessened long after the afterglow.
The cycle of such events end up causing her to not worry so much about the fact it was happening, and who was doing it to her, but to ride the high it gave her.
"So..you saw me wear this outfit and had already decided right then and there what you would be doing, is that it? Do you want me to wear this from now on when I visit?" she pants, with her having been bent over the countertop so much she was on the toes of her long legged boots. Feeling his hands pull her top upwards, her tits pop out and lets out another moan. Anyone could be passing by them any second considering which room of the home they were in, so to say it was 'dangerous' now had two meanings.
Ritsu slapped and squeezed her bare tits before speaking with a low growl. "That's right. You must always be wearing this around me from now on: ready to take a cock inside from me. I have to take you when you're wearing this because otherwise I'll be in pain when you leave and you wouldn't want me to be in pain would you?" He leaned over her from behind and turned her face towards him as the two kiss.
Syra's tongue instinctively dangled out without him even asking or instigating it, but would full mouth lock onto his own while he plowed her youthful body from behind. "I guess it is my fault then...I'm sorry, Dad. I'll be goo~d." she moaned, before kissing him again.
The two part lips for a second for Syra to let out a scream that she muffles by pushing her face into her arms. She had orgasmed right there in front of him while he plowed away inside her snatch, and her legs buckled a little forward.
"Who said you could cum first?" He shouts, now putting both of his hands on her ass to fuck her pussy harder with the vice grip he held.
"I'm sorry, daddy! Forgive me please!" Syra moans, arching her back while leaning on both hands so he'd feel the cheeks of her ass squish against the base of his dick every time.
A hand swats her bare ass again and Syra lets outs another moan. "You'll be forgiven when I give you this thick load I'm building up. I haven't masturbated since you left. Leaving your old man without any means to relieve stress! No lewd pictures, not even a lewd video, or anything! You're cruel! You know your mother isn't around, so you're all I have!"
"Aaaah~n. I see. It's up to me to make sure it's all expelled since you have a lot pent up inside you huh?" her eyes lock to his while her face turned somewhat behind herself to see him. "In that case, I'll have to swallow it. You wouldn't want to mess up the uniform I'm wearing, would you? That wouldn't make you a responsible father." she said while spreading her legs a bit more to give him easier access to go deeper.
"F...fuck, Syra..." he moans, increasing his speed and intensity of his thrusts. She could feel he was getting close by how hard she was being thrusted into and the rapid slapping of his testicles against her entrance.
"D....dad.....holy shi...fh..ahhh!" She can barely make out a full phrase as her chest bounces violently and openly for his eyes only while the length of his cock pokes her womb's entrance from the violent banging.
"I'm....so close...."
"H..hey..wait! I...in my mouth..~"
One of his hands lands on Syra's head and grips a full handful of hair before yanking on it back. She's only capable of panting as the man behind her keeps relentlessly shoving his bare dick in and out of her pussy. Every second of energy given to her from the relentless pounding is spend showcasing to her how sexually frustrated he was and pent up; how her putting on the female Team Rocket outfit pushed him beyond the point of return. It was much more carnal than he would normally be, to a point she was barely able to think, much less comment anything wryly like she could.
She slowly goes cross-eyed without meaning to do so as another orgasm was building up to its release. "D....aaaaadddd....o...okay...do it. I don't...mind anymore~"
Her father fucked her as hard as possible. "S...Syra...take it.."
"Ahhggg~ Ahhh!"
Her ass pressed against him, and the sensation of going deep inside her pussy pushed him beyond a point he thought possible before. Shoving his cock into his daughter as far as possible, the hand gripping her hair stayed in one spot suddenly with the other on her hips as he's heard grunting loudly. In mere seconds Syra feels a sudden warmth filling up her stomach before a noticeable ooze emerges from her pussy's entrance. A thick, white substance sliding down her walls and slowly going down both thighs as several drops hit the tile floor. The youthful body of hers shivers; she leans forward to arch her ass further onto his member to make sure she gets as much from him as possible as Ritsu lets go of her hair to let the other hand rest on her hips.
The multiple assault on her senses from the rough pounding causes Syra to have to take a long gasp for air going cross eyed with her tongue dangling out for a few seconds, almost feeling like she'll black out any second from being ravaged so intimately.
/Dad...didn't let me swallow it and just poured it inside me. H...he might have actually knocked me up this time unless I find an emergency pill within the day. I'm such a lost cause...I don't think I'll ever be able to resist him./ Syra thinks to herself, riding on the afterglow waves of pleasure from nearly blacking out from the hard rutting she just endured.
Her dad stays inside her while having Syra just gyrate her hips a bit back and forth to 'wring out' whatever he had left remaining into her hole, as the two smirk at each other. Despite telling herself otherwise, Syra knew this violent back-and-forth, forbidden, wrong, carnal kind of relationship had to come to an end at some point. Turning to him fully after his member manages to slide out of her slowly, Syra faces Ritsu and open mouth kisses him as one hand goes to his member to massage it just because she loved the way it felt in her hands.
While their tongues played rock-em-sock-em-robots together, she had one thought that echoed repeatedly, as if to answer her own self imposed thought from earlier. "So then, do you feel better after having rutted me rotten?" she asked with an evil smirk, putting her fingers to her lips to lick any remaining jizz from his member.
"I feel heavenly. Shame you'll be leaving later today." Ritsu replied after a stretch, and handing her panties back.
Sliding them back on caused her to wince from the sensation of 'trapping' any remainder of cum into her snatch. In a few moments Syra was seen only wearing the black top, white skirt and long legged boots of the outfit so nobody would get the idea she was working for such an organization. "I'll be back soon, so just let the wash finish the clothes okay?" she calls out, nearing the front door.
"Where are you heading out now so soon?" he's heard calling to her.
Syra blushes a bit and yells back. "To buy emergency pills, you asshole! I was serious earlier when I said it was dangerous, and now I need to get some!" before closing the door while getting a scarf to wear around her neck. Outside the winds picked up a little, and taking every step meant feeling a little bit of her father's dna settling inside.
This complicated situation had been going on for a long time now, starting not long after the separation of her parents. Initially being against this just like any sane person, Syra also constantly found herself on the cusp of conflicting feelings on how to move on past this when it happened. How to make it all stop.
He was doing something illegal, taboo, morally apprehensive, mean, manipulative, and aggressive.
But when things got going, he was also gentle, knew exactly where to touch, knew what to say, made her feel good about herself, and knew what her limitations were when they got in the swing of the act.
He technically forced himself onto her every single time.
But she recalls the fact that maybe she instigated the whole thing by knowing what kind of reaction he would have, and that by putting on the outfit she invited it consciously. Because deep down she also craved the physical interaction of such degree. Each time it happened in the past, her body instinctually gave in, and became less pushy.
This and other events that happened before in the past always put Syra in a constant state of aggression and self conflict; perhaps one of several explanations to her personality. Try as she might, she could not deny that she bore no ill will to any part of her family and did not hate her father for what he ended up doing. She did not ever assault him back, for fear such an action would cause a rift that the two wouldn't be able to come back from.
/I hate that I can't seem to come to completely figure myself out on this, even now. This is such bullshit. What the fuck is wrong with me? I actually really wanted him to fuck me, didn't I? Why lie to myself. When it's all said and done, what were doing is illegal. Yet that's also exciting. I find myself cumming as hard as I can and loving it every time. Ugh. Normal people don't just willy willy do this sort of thing. Normal people don't think about doing this sort of thing. Yet here I am, walking to the store around the corner with a slight bit more weight on me because I got carried away and let him cum inside me. Which I liked a whole lot./
She passed a few houses at this point and came to the nearby convenience store, quietly moving onto the shelves 'For Women Care' and scanned them slowly to find exactly what she needed. A pair of trainers walk past her, waving to her since they recognized Syra's face from the Gym Challenge, and Syra responding in kind.
/Maybe I need therapy. This is ridiculous. Every time he takes me I never want it to end because it just feels so damn good, to a point I almost don't care that I'm his daughter and he should be doing it with a lover. But since Mom isn't around, he would rather not even bother to find a girlfriend or anything and settle for me. Don't even know why I've never bothered to ask him why it is he doesn't find someone for himself. Maybe he doesn't want to because I'm enabling him./
Grabbing a box of emergency pills, Syra looks to the ground slowly.
/Maybe that's it. I should just go to the police and tell them everything. But then he'd probably just rat me out on what I'm doing. What I did. Who I'm working for, and they'd probably ask why I was with such a company too, and then that would throw a monkey wrench into my plans to defeat Haru. To become Champion. I'd be ruining my own chances to get even with that asshole. Perhaps I'll quit Team Rocket right after becoming Champion./
Having her inner monologue within herself, she pays for the box at the cashier counter and once outside of the estalishment she hastily takes the recommended dosage when nobody is looking.
/Now that I think about it, I put myself into a lot of problematic situations. Working for Team Rocket has been a great bit of experience, but man it actually would suck if this led nowhere and they end up saying something once I become Champion. It'll become harder to work with them when I get to such a position. Don't I get political immunity? Then again, there's the story about others, like Silver himself. I bet it was rough for him too, being that guy's son./
Syra sighs, putting a hand idly on her stomach and blushing. The phantom sensation of being bent over a countertop made her think back to earlier, and smiled.
/I'll figure this out eventually.../
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