Nothing to See Here!:- A Pokémon USB Tale
Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 7:33 pm
In a departure from my current series, we travel to the world of Pokémon for some USB shenanigans. Here Sinnoh’s very own Pokémon League champion, Cynthia Stark is visiting the Kanto region as part of a public relations campaign, but has received a tip off from Pokémon Professor Oak about the nefarious schemes of Team Rocket. He has asked her to investigate the hidden base rumoured to be underneath Celadon City’s Game Corner for any evidence of Team Rocket’s plans and Pokémon stealing activities to present them to the local authorities. As arguably the most toughest Pokémon trainer in all the regions and a lover of Pokémon, Cynthia felt duty bound to bring the Pokémon thieves to justice. This is her story…
Celadon City, Kanto Region, Thursday 26th June 2019, 10:00am
Feeling the warmth of Kanto’s sun bear down on her pale white skin, Cynthia Stark walked the streets of Celadon City stopping to give out autographs to the next generation of Pokémon trainers as their parents looked on, praising Cynthia on being such a positive role model to the young and impressionable. Particularly young girls who were just nearing the age of eleven, ready to receive their starter Pokémon and embark on a coming of age that would come to define the rest of their lives. Just like I was when I was their age, so full of youth and energy. If only I was their age again… She sighed as she gave out an autograph to a particularly excited redheaded girl who had just turned eleven. “Thanks, Cynthia. I’am so going to name my Charmander after you…if it's a girl that is. See ya!” She said before rushing in the direction of Celadon’s department store, giving the champion a clear view of the Game Corner, a seedy looking one story building with it's name, in Kantonian script flashing above the door in red neon light. …or if the only reason why I was here was just to sign autographs.She thought as she crossed the street.
At 24, Cynthia was the youngest Pokémon League champion in Sinnoh's history and she cut an attractive figure with slender heart shaped features, shallow cheekbones and sparkling sapphire blue eyes that had a hint of cunning about them. Framed by long honey blonde hair tied with two black ribbons, reaching down past the small of her back. Cynthia’s trim but athletic figure, honed by years on the road was hugged by an all black ensemble that consisted of a black v-neck tank top and trousers with high boots, over which was a fur lined black long coat, with fur lined cuffs and hem. A matching fur scarf gracing her slender neck. The six pokéballs clipped to her belt housed her six most dearest friends who had been with her through both the good times and the bad times. Hearing the nondescript but cheerful little chime of the gambling dens bell, Cynthia swept inside through the automatic doors which opened with a swooshing sound of escaping air.
Celadon City Game Corner, 10:20am
The sound of chiming pachinko machines and cluttering coins greeted Cynthia as she scanned the area looking for signs of Team Rocket’s presence. Ever since her old friends and frequent opponents Red and Blue had left for the distant islands of Alola to train and get stronger, Kanto's Team Rocket had something of a resurgence recruiting more of the regions disaffected youths and reoccupying it's old base underneath Celadon's old Game Corner. Hoping to restore Giovanni's legacy and make sure that his insane vision of world domination by using enslaved Pokémon would become reality. Team Rocket always was a despicable bunch of thieves, sad to see them once more on the rise. If what Professor Oak was true then any evidence of their operations would be found in their base. First things first though, I’ll need a disguise if I'm going to infiltrate their base without causing a fuss. Cynthia grinned as she caught sight of a pretty young female Team Rocket Grunt, standing guard over a seemingly innocent looking poster advertising the Game Corner. The champion grinned as she appraised the young grunt. Well, well looks like I'm as lucky as the Meowth who's just found a gold piece.
21 year old Team Rocket Grunt Madeline straightened herself trying to look imposing as a startlingly blonde haired woman garbed in black approached her, giving her strange looks as if she was sizing her up. Madeline was a cute young woman with smooth rounded features and big doe shaped pale green eyes framed by short shoulder length bottle green hair under her black flat peaked cap, which matched her black team rocket bodysuit with the iconic big red ‘R’ splashed proudly across her well formed C-cup breasts and belted at her slim waist, coming to just beyond her thighs. Her hands, clasped behind her back were covered in grey gloves which matched her thigh high boots underneath which she wore translucent black tights. Something she was told was part of her uniform.
In truth, Madeline had only joined Team Rocket for only one reason; she liked the uniform and thought it would impress Gary, her now ex-boyfriend who promptly dumped her on the spot for joining the “Pokémon Thieves.” Well forget that guy! It's his loss. I can't wait to make him feel jealous when I pull a cute guy wearing this outfit. I mean guys like bad girls, right? And to make matters worse, her bosses hadn't seen fit to issue her with any Pokémon of her own, which had left her completely disappointed. Madeline knew she wasn't the world's best trainer but she missed the feeling of empowerment one felt having a pokéball or two clipped on her belt. She sighed as the blonde came within touching distance face to face with her. How the hell am I supposed to keep this civilian away from the button? Use harsh words and hurt her feelings? She shook her head. Knock it off, Maddy. Remember your training; chest out chin up and project your voice. You've got this, girl. You're a Team Rocket Grunt, not some failed student who couldn't even beat Brock. Projecting an air of false confidence, she narrowed her eyes at the blonde woman.
Doesn't she look adorable and just my size too, this is going to be fun. Cynthia smirked at the grunt who was trying too hard to look imposing, instead she looked as nervous as a newbie trainer catching her first Caterpie. “Hi. What's behind that poster?” She asked innocently as the young grunt nervously glanced behind her shoulder. “There's nothing to see here!” She shouted a little too high pitched making two nearby pachinko customers jump and scowl in her direction. “No! Before you ask, there isn't a secret button behind this poster that leads down to our super secret base! That would be silly!” Cynthia cocked her head smiling, enjoying the young grunts awkwardness. “Really? How interesting, I was just curious.” Madeline's brow furrowed confused by the woman's remark. “Uh…well yeah, I wouldn't go touching it if you know what's good for you. Now why don't you run along and enjoy the pachinko, or…or I’ll make you regret it.” The grunt said weakly projecting a not at all convincing display of intimidation, placing her hands on her slender hips looking like a scared schoolgirl. “Thanks, I might just go do it.” She then flashed a wink. “See you around, kid.” With that the champion turned on her heels, heading for the coin exchange leaving Madeline glaring with indignation at her back.
10 minutes later
Having won at least 500 coins in the last ten minutes, Cynthia looked over her shoulder at the young grunt who was starting to fidget slightly squeezing her thighs together, her pretty rounded face conflicted between leaving her post and answering the call of nature. To the champion's delight, the girl gave up her battle and deserted her post striding in the direction of the ladies bathroom. Scooping up her winnings, Cynthia exchanged them at the counter for cash before following the young grunt into the toilet. Grinning widely she unhooked one particular pokéball from her belt as she slipped through the door, locking it behind her.
The Ladies Bathroom, Game Corner, 10:28am
Hiking up her bodysuit, slipping of her boots and pulling down her tights along with her black team rocket branded panties, a small red “R” printed on the right hip down around her ankles, Madeline breathed a side of relief as she emptied the contents of her full bladder into the toilet bowl. I know I shouldn't have deserted my post but I wasn't about to pee myself guarding a stupid button. Oh crap! What if that blonde woman is there right know sneaking into the base! I might get fired! The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing drew her attention back to the present. “I will be out in a minute! Keep your panties on alright!” She shouted at the boot clad feet under the other side of the door, wiping herself down and flushing. Hastily pulling up her underwear and then her boots, Madeline opened the cubicle door. “Spiritomb! Go!” She heard a commanding female voice shout along with the telltale popping release of a pokéball and the shimmering blue light.
Madeline felt an aura of dread wash over her as she looked down on the sinister ghost Pokémon, a cloud of dark malevolence emerging from a broken stone leering at the terrified grunt with a baleful green grin. She tried to scream but instead only a whimper emerged from her lips as she shook on the spot transfixed by the spirits gaze. “Hypnosis, old friend! Put her to sleep!” came the familiar voice of the blonde woman who had accosted her early. The Pokémon nodded at it's mistresses command before turning back to the grunt who was paralysed with fear. Looking deeply into the creatures bright wicked eyes, Madeline saw waves emanating from them hitting her squarely between her eyes. “Oh my…” was all she could muster before her pretty green eyes rolled into the back of her skull. She dropped to the tiled floor into a deep slumber with a cute little sigh.
“Good work, Spiritomb! I will take it from here, old friend. Return!” The ghost Pokémon winked laughing with pleasure as it returned to its pokéball. Chuckling herself, Cynthia stepped over the prone sleeping body of the young grunt taking hold of her ankles. “Come little grunt, let's get you out of that uniform.” she said, dragging the girl's unconscious body over towards the attendant’s cupboard.
Dropping the cute sleeping grunt against the wall, Cynthia stripped down to her underwear before kneeling beside her, rubbing her hands together in anticipation at unwrapping the present before her. Pulling off the girls hat and thigh boots, taking note of the translucent black tights enveloping the grunts long legs the Sinnoh champion unbelted the bodysuit, unzipping the uniform from the rear. Peeling the garment off the grunts shoulders and down her slim petite form, Cynthia sighed. “Hmm? It looks like you Team Rocket girls have branded underwear.” She looked at the grunts black bra, decorated with small red diagonal “R”s covering lush C-cup breasts and matching panties. “I wasn't expecting that but if it's part of the uniform...? Sorry girl, it's nothing personal but you need to get naked.” Shaking her head at her own misgivings of taking the grunts underwear too, Cynthia removed her black lace bra and matching lace hipster shorts.
Now completely naked, Cynthia took the grunts tights by the hem line gently and carefully sliding them down off her hips then past her long legs one at a time before whipping off the girls panties, exposing her small clean shaven pink womanhood and tight plum shaped buttocks. After pulling up the stolen underwear and hosiery, Cynthia unhooked the grunts bra from the rear loosening the undergarment from the girl's shoulders revealing youthful buoyant breasts with perky pink rose petal areolas. Snapping on the girls bra, finding it roomy but serviceable the champion then stepped into the black team rocket bodysuit, belting it up smiling at how snug a fit the outfit was.
Pulling on the grunts boots followed by her hat, Cynthia removed the pokéballs from the belt of her folded up outfit slotting them on three on either side of the belt. “Thanks for the outfit girl it fits me like a glove.” She said to the sleeping grunts naked form, slumped on her side one arm draped behind her bare butt. Cynthia knew that there was no need to tie up the young girl, Spiritomb’s hypnosis would keep her in a deep slumber for the next 5 hours, plenty of time for the champion to complete her mission. “Sorry again for leaving you naked like this, sweetie. But needs must. I hope you don't catch a cold.” Laughing she swept from the cupboard leaving the naked body of Madeline sleeping in the darkness.
The Game Corner, 10:40am
Striding through the Game Corner in her stolen uniform, Cynthia returned to the suspicious poster hanging guiltily in the corner. Lifting it up she chuckled shaking her head. “Just like Red and Blue described, you would think these idiots would have learned their lesson the first time around. Fool me once…” she muttered under breath pressing the big red button, standing back has the gears whirred into life shaking off dust from having been barely used. The false wall raised upwards like a drawbridge revealing a dimly lit passage with stairs descending into the abyss lined with red lights at intervals. “...shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you Team Rocket.” Glancing over her shoulder, Cynthia was surprised to notice that no-one had even noticed the secret door to Team Rocket's base opening, too busy booked on the pachinko machines. Shrugging, Cynthia began to descend down the staircase into the gloomy passage. Behind her the door slid back into place, cutting off the artificial light from the gambling parlour. Resisting the urge to call her Elektross from it's pokéball the Sinnoh champion continued her descent, steeling herself for whatever horrors awaited her in the secret base of Team Rocket.
Celadon City, Kanto Region, Thursday 26th June 2019, 10:00am
Feeling the warmth of Kanto’s sun bear down on her pale white skin, Cynthia Stark walked the streets of Celadon City stopping to give out autographs to the next generation of Pokémon trainers as their parents looked on, praising Cynthia on being such a positive role model to the young and impressionable. Particularly young girls who were just nearing the age of eleven, ready to receive their starter Pokémon and embark on a coming of age that would come to define the rest of their lives. Just like I was when I was their age, so full of youth and energy. If only I was their age again… She sighed as she gave out an autograph to a particularly excited redheaded girl who had just turned eleven. “Thanks, Cynthia. I’am so going to name my Charmander after you…if it's a girl that is. See ya!” She said before rushing in the direction of Celadon’s department store, giving the champion a clear view of the Game Corner, a seedy looking one story building with it's name, in Kantonian script flashing above the door in red neon light. …or if the only reason why I was here was just to sign autographs.She thought as she crossed the street.
At 24, Cynthia was the youngest Pokémon League champion in Sinnoh's history and she cut an attractive figure with slender heart shaped features, shallow cheekbones and sparkling sapphire blue eyes that had a hint of cunning about them. Framed by long honey blonde hair tied with two black ribbons, reaching down past the small of her back. Cynthia’s trim but athletic figure, honed by years on the road was hugged by an all black ensemble that consisted of a black v-neck tank top and trousers with high boots, over which was a fur lined black long coat, with fur lined cuffs and hem. A matching fur scarf gracing her slender neck. The six pokéballs clipped to her belt housed her six most dearest friends who had been with her through both the good times and the bad times. Hearing the nondescript but cheerful little chime of the gambling dens bell, Cynthia swept inside through the automatic doors which opened with a swooshing sound of escaping air.
Celadon City Game Corner, 10:20am
The sound of chiming pachinko machines and cluttering coins greeted Cynthia as she scanned the area looking for signs of Team Rocket’s presence. Ever since her old friends and frequent opponents Red and Blue had left for the distant islands of Alola to train and get stronger, Kanto's Team Rocket had something of a resurgence recruiting more of the regions disaffected youths and reoccupying it's old base underneath Celadon's old Game Corner. Hoping to restore Giovanni's legacy and make sure that his insane vision of world domination by using enslaved Pokémon would become reality. Team Rocket always was a despicable bunch of thieves, sad to see them once more on the rise. If what Professor Oak was true then any evidence of their operations would be found in their base. First things first though, I’ll need a disguise if I'm going to infiltrate their base without causing a fuss. Cynthia grinned as she caught sight of a pretty young female Team Rocket Grunt, standing guard over a seemingly innocent looking poster advertising the Game Corner. The champion grinned as she appraised the young grunt. Well, well looks like I'm as lucky as the Meowth who's just found a gold piece.
21 year old Team Rocket Grunt Madeline straightened herself trying to look imposing as a startlingly blonde haired woman garbed in black approached her, giving her strange looks as if she was sizing her up. Madeline was a cute young woman with smooth rounded features and big doe shaped pale green eyes framed by short shoulder length bottle green hair under her black flat peaked cap, which matched her black team rocket bodysuit with the iconic big red ‘R’ splashed proudly across her well formed C-cup breasts and belted at her slim waist, coming to just beyond her thighs. Her hands, clasped behind her back were covered in grey gloves which matched her thigh high boots underneath which she wore translucent black tights. Something she was told was part of her uniform.
In truth, Madeline had only joined Team Rocket for only one reason; she liked the uniform and thought it would impress Gary, her now ex-boyfriend who promptly dumped her on the spot for joining the “Pokémon Thieves.” Well forget that guy! It's his loss. I can't wait to make him feel jealous when I pull a cute guy wearing this outfit. I mean guys like bad girls, right? And to make matters worse, her bosses hadn't seen fit to issue her with any Pokémon of her own, which had left her completely disappointed. Madeline knew she wasn't the world's best trainer but she missed the feeling of empowerment one felt having a pokéball or two clipped on her belt. She sighed as the blonde came within touching distance face to face with her. How the hell am I supposed to keep this civilian away from the button? Use harsh words and hurt her feelings? She shook her head. Knock it off, Maddy. Remember your training; chest out chin up and project your voice. You've got this, girl. You're a Team Rocket Grunt, not some failed student who couldn't even beat Brock. Projecting an air of false confidence, she narrowed her eyes at the blonde woman.
Doesn't she look adorable and just my size too, this is going to be fun. Cynthia smirked at the grunt who was trying too hard to look imposing, instead she looked as nervous as a newbie trainer catching her first Caterpie. “Hi. What's behind that poster?” She asked innocently as the young grunt nervously glanced behind her shoulder. “There's nothing to see here!” She shouted a little too high pitched making two nearby pachinko customers jump and scowl in her direction. “No! Before you ask, there isn't a secret button behind this poster that leads down to our super secret base! That would be silly!” Cynthia cocked her head smiling, enjoying the young grunts awkwardness. “Really? How interesting, I was just curious.” Madeline's brow furrowed confused by the woman's remark. “Uh…well yeah, I wouldn't go touching it if you know what's good for you. Now why don't you run along and enjoy the pachinko, or…or I’ll make you regret it.” The grunt said weakly projecting a not at all convincing display of intimidation, placing her hands on her slender hips looking like a scared schoolgirl. “Thanks, I might just go do it.” She then flashed a wink. “See you around, kid.” With that the champion turned on her heels, heading for the coin exchange leaving Madeline glaring with indignation at her back.
10 minutes later
Having won at least 500 coins in the last ten minutes, Cynthia looked over her shoulder at the young grunt who was starting to fidget slightly squeezing her thighs together, her pretty rounded face conflicted between leaving her post and answering the call of nature. To the champion's delight, the girl gave up her battle and deserted her post striding in the direction of the ladies bathroom. Scooping up her winnings, Cynthia exchanged them at the counter for cash before following the young grunt into the toilet. Grinning widely she unhooked one particular pokéball from her belt as she slipped through the door, locking it behind her.
The Ladies Bathroom, Game Corner, 10:28am
Hiking up her bodysuit, slipping of her boots and pulling down her tights along with her black team rocket branded panties, a small red “R” printed on the right hip down around her ankles, Madeline breathed a side of relief as she emptied the contents of her full bladder into the toilet bowl. I know I shouldn't have deserted my post but I wasn't about to pee myself guarding a stupid button. Oh crap! What if that blonde woman is there right know sneaking into the base! I might get fired! The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing drew her attention back to the present. “I will be out in a minute! Keep your panties on alright!” She shouted at the boot clad feet under the other side of the door, wiping herself down and flushing. Hastily pulling up her underwear and then her boots, Madeline opened the cubicle door. “Spiritomb! Go!” She heard a commanding female voice shout along with the telltale popping release of a pokéball and the shimmering blue light.
Madeline felt an aura of dread wash over her as she looked down on the sinister ghost Pokémon, a cloud of dark malevolence emerging from a broken stone leering at the terrified grunt with a baleful green grin. She tried to scream but instead only a whimper emerged from her lips as she shook on the spot transfixed by the spirits gaze. “Hypnosis, old friend! Put her to sleep!” came the familiar voice of the blonde woman who had accosted her early. The Pokémon nodded at it's mistresses command before turning back to the grunt who was paralysed with fear. Looking deeply into the creatures bright wicked eyes, Madeline saw waves emanating from them hitting her squarely between her eyes. “Oh my…” was all she could muster before her pretty green eyes rolled into the back of her skull. She dropped to the tiled floor into a deep slumber with a cute little sigh.
“Good work, Spiritomb! I will take it from here, old friend. Return!” The ghost Pokémon winked laughing with pleasure as it returned to its pokéball. Chuckling herself, Cynthia stepped over the prone sleeping body of the young grunt taking hold of her ankles. “Come little grunt, let's get you out of that uniform.” she said, dragging the girl's unconscious body over towards the attendant’s cupboard.
Dropping the cute sleeping grunt against the wall, Cynthia stripped down to her underwear before kneeling beside her, rubbing her hands together in anticipation at unwrapping the present before her. Pulling off the girls hat and thigh boots, taking note of the translucent black tights enveloping the grunts long legs the Sinnoh champion unbelted the bodysuit, unzipping the uniform from the rear. Peeling the garment off the grunts shoulders and down her slim petite form, Cynthia sighed. “Hmm? It looks like you Team Rocket girls have branded underwear.” She looked at the grunts black bra, decorated with small red diagonal “R”s covering lush C-cup breasts and matching panties. “I wasn't expecting that but if it's part of the uniform...? Sorry girl, it's nothing personal but you need to get naked.” Shaking her head at her own misgivings of taking the grunts underwear too, Cynthia removed her black lace bra and matching lace hipster shorts.
Now completely naked, Cynthia took the grunts tights by the hem line gently and carefully sliding them down off her hips then past her long legs one at a time before whipping off the girls panties, exposing her small clean shaven pink womanhood and tight plum shaped buttocks. After pulling up the stolen underwear and hosiery, Cynthia unhooked the grunts bra from the rear loosening the undergarment from the girl's shoulders revealing youthful buoyant breasts with perky pink rose petal areolas. Snapping on the girls bra, finding it roomy but serviceable the champion then stepped into the black team rocket bodysuit, belting it up smiling at how snug a fit the outfit was.
Pulling on the grunts boots followed by her hat, Cynthia removed the pokéballs from the belt of her folded up outfit slotting them on three on either side of the belt. “Thanks for the outfit girl it fits me like a glove.” She said to the sleeping grunts naked form, slumped on her side one arm draped behind her bare butt. Cynthia knew that there was no need to tie up the young girl, Spiritomb’s hypnosis would keep her in a deep slumber for the next 5 hours, plenty of time for the champion to complete her mission. “Sorry again for leaving you naked like this, sweetie. But needs must. I hope you don't catch a cold.” Laughing she swept from the cupboard leaving the naked body of Madeline sleeping in the darkness.
The Game Corner, 10:40am
Striding through the Game Corner in her stolen uniform, Cynthia returned to the suspicious poster hanging guiltily in the corner. Lifting it up she chuckled shaking her head. “Just like Red and Blue described, you would think these idiots would have learned their lesson the first time around. Fool me once…” she muttered under breath pressing the big red button, standing back has the gears whirred into life shaking off dust from having been barely used. The false wall raised upwards like a drawbridge revealing a dimly lit passage with stairs descending into the abyss lined with red lights at intervals. “...shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you Team Rocket.” Glancing over her shoulder, Cynthia was surprised to notice that no-one had even noticed the secret door to Team Rocket's base opening, too busy booked on the pachinko machines. Shrugging, Cynthia began to descend down the staircase into the gloomy passage. Behind her the door slid back into place, cutting off the artificial light from the gambling parlour. Resisting the urge to call her Elektross from it's pokéball the Sinnoh champion continued her descent, steeling herself for whatever horrors awaited her in the secret base of Team Rocket.
Plus, I love when my characters display that little bit of light heartened sarcasm. 
Honestly, I will always have that soft spot for Team Rocket they are the quintessential evil team in Pokémon history. Only Team Plasma came close to surpassing them ( I mean the Black & White 2 guys, with those super sexy chick's in military fatigues... 
Not the weird spacesuit wearing Black and White lot.) 
) Definitely, plenty of food for thought...