Incoming Meal

Rogue came back to Meowth after letting the other Team Rocket members escape. 

Meowth, the pheline cat Pokemon, was currently lying on the ground, unable to move. Lopunny stood next to it, waiting for Rogue's next instructions. 

"Eahh!! You monstrous fiend! Let me go! Let me go!" Meowth howled in agony, its once pristine face now black and blue. It desperately tried to move its front paws to retaliate against Rogue, but they were battered and broken by the merciless kicks and stomps of Lopunny. 

"Shut it, you fucking cat," Rogue glared down at Meowth, who cowered beneath him. His judgemental stare pierced through the cat's soul as he raised his foot, adorned with Boots of Swiftness, and stomped down on its chest with a sickening thud.

Meowth's shrill voice let out a desperate cry as the force of Rogue's boots caused it to cackle uncontrollably. It struggled to speak, asking in a trembling voice, "W-why are you doing this?"

A wicked grin spread across Rogue's face as he responded, "I recall that you're not captured, correct?" He summoned a System Pokeball in his hand before continuing, "I'm going to capture you first before preparing some delicious Meowth soup." The thought of tasting the creature's flesh made his mouth water in anticipation.

Meowth's eyes widened in fear as he realized what was about to happen. He struggled to get away, but his injuries prevented any real movement. "No, no! You can't do this! I-I'm a member of Team Rocket, you can't just capture me!" he pleaded desperately.

"In your dreams," Rogue only sneered in response, his cold eyes glinting with triumph. With a menacing chuckle, he lifted the Pokeball high above Meowth's head before dropping it right onto its face.

"Ugakk!" Meowth cried out in agony as the Pokeball landed on its already wounded face. The impact left him seeing stars and gasping for air.

And then it happened - the Pokeball opened with a hiss, releasing a bright flash of red light that engulfed Meowth before pulling it inside. 

Once absorbed, the Pokeball floats weightlessly for a moment before finally landing on the ground with a soft thud.

As soon as it touched the ground, the Pokeball seemed to come alive. Its smooth surface began to pulsate and sway, almost like a beating heart.

It twitched once... 

And then again...

Rogue was fully expecting to see Meowth appear within its confines any second now. After all, the cat had been beaten so badly by Lopunny - surely it would have no choice but to succumb to the Pokeball's power and become his loyal companion.

But the unexpected happened. 

On the third twitch, the Pokeball opened and Meowth bursted out of the Pokeball! 

"Please don't do this! I can feel something bad in the Pokeball!" Meowth groaned in pain as it appeared on the ground. It looked at Rogue with pleading eyes, begging to not be captured. 

"Why did you have to break free and ruin my chance of capturing you?! You even wasted one of my Pokeballs!" Rogue's expression twisted into a frown as he glared down at the defiant Meowth.

"Pweas–!" 

Meowth tried to plead once more for mercy, but before it could get the words out, Rogue brought out a slipper from who knew where and raised it above his head.

With an unfazed look, Rogue swung the slipper down with brutal force onto Meowth's head, silencing its cries for help. His hypothesis for the failure of Meowth's capture is that he hadn't beaten it up enough, so he decided to whack it a few times with the Chancla to discipline it before trying again. 

*WHACK!* 

*WHACK!*

*WHACK!* 

Meowth's pained expression contorted into a grotesque mask as Rogue mercilessly slapped him again and again. His vibrant spirit drained away, replaced by a numb, almost lifeless state.

The scent of sweat and dirt filled the air, mixed with the faint metallic smell of blood as Meowth's nose was struck by the slipper.

As the abuse continued, Meowth questioned his foolish decision to challenge this tyrant, regretting every moment of defiance as it was beaten into submission. It couldn't even move its mouth to speak now… and for some reason, it didn't feel like fighting back anymore. 

Being slapped by the slipper is too painful! 

Rogue crouched down and looked Meowth in the eye before threatening Meowth. 

"If you don't stay in the Pokeball, I'm going to dig your eyeballs out," Rogue said in a low voice as he brought out another System Pokeball. 

"This fiend is the worst of them all!" Meowth uttered inwardly in fear as Rogue punched it with the Pokeball. 

Meowth was once again absorbed into the Pokeball and the Pokeball began to shake. 

One shake... followed by another... and then a third. 

Then a satisfying thud echoed through the air, signaling to Rogue that his capture was a success. 

A wide, toothy grin spread across Rogue's face as he watched his prey coming to his hand. He had been wanting to have some talking Meowth meat, and he finally now has it. His mouth couldn't help but drool as it wondered how the Meowth meat is going to taste like. 

His plans were already forming for later - how to prepare the meat, what spices to use, and how satisfying it would be to finally have a talking Meowth on his plate. 

He also wondered what kind of reward he's going to get from eating a talking Meowth. Perhaps a talking serum? Rogue couldn't wait. 

"Rogue, over here!" Dawn's voice pierced through the air and snapped Rogue out of his thoughts.

He had been so lost in contemplation that he had completely forgotten about the girls. But now, with Dawn's urgent call, he turned around and made his way towards her with Lopunny at his side.

As he approached, he saw Dawn sitting next to Misty, who lay unconscious on the ground, her eyes closed. Her orange hair was disheveled and her clothes were torn slightly from the battle they had just endured. Her skin was also cut by bits and pieces of grass while dirt covered her body. 

"What happened?" Rogue asked. 

"She was hit by Cherubi's Solar Beam and became unconscious," Dawn said and looked up at Rogue, "Do you think she's going to wake up soon?" 

Rogue assesses Misty's condition carefully before responding: "She might be out for a while. Why do you ask?"

Dawn's lips twisted into a sly grin as she answered, "Why else? I wanted you to have a little fun." With a teasing flick of her fingers, she lifted up Misty's shirt, revealing the curve of her breast and the taut peaks of her nipples. The faint scent of lavender and sweat wafted up from Misty's skin 

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