Gunna be able to retire to Florida at this rate.


Once more for the dapper Gatr!

Here we've got the Team Rocket defector, Dominic, and his own personal Pokemon team. Due to his irresponsible decisions in life, he and all his Pokemon have been cursed by a Ninetails to be hypersensitively ticklish. Presumably in retaliation for a ticklish infraction against it, or something, I dunno. ='p Point is, they're all so ticklish now that even grass tickles as they walk through it, and must wear thick socks and shoes just to keep life stable for them all. Skip ahead a bit, and the defector has been captured by Team Rocket and instead of being executed as a real gang usually would, they got tossed into the goo-pit as an experiment. Not just any goo, but a semi-sentient sort that seeks bare flesh to rub up against and stroke. More specifically, pheromone rich areas such as armpits and feet. Lord knows why such a construct of bio-engineering exists, but everything has a purpose. And this one's purpose is to punish a traitor and his crew~
Here you've got Dominic Masters himself, in a humiliating position directly ironic to his namesake. With him is his own Archeops, whom he flew out of on, his Floatzel whom he rode through the waters on to escape the interior part of the base on. Additionally he stole three experimental Pokemon on his way out. A young Lugia, a failed chibified clone of a Zekrom, and a whole new critter called Iguadium, plucked from another dimension entirely. And last but certainly not least, his own Croconaw, who'd been with him since he first held a Pokeball. Will they ever escape? Who knows~ Rockets aren't known for their ethics. =83