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Pokemon Oh-Snap! (Priscilla x Azecreth)

A playful yet sad hum came from the pregnant woman as Riley separated himself from her, alone and half nude now against the tank she did a little shiver to play up how much she liked having Riley against her. As he grabbed his camera and prepared it she winked at him, breathing heavy as she got more and more excited about they were about to do.

When Riley issued his first command the sparkles in her eyes would almost light up the room, the woman far from vanilla as it was clear this sort of adventurousness is what truly got her off. As quick as she got excited she also snapped into character, turning fully to face the tank, face hidden from him. Yet as her face snapped back around it was almost like a different woman was standing there. If Riley was not the devious cameraman he was, it would be hard to not admit he felt a bit guilty catching a woman off guard like this.

Sticking her ass out some, the nude engorged breasts and pregnant belly of the woman pressed against the tank, a bit of nipple visible from the side. Her face however was what sold it, eyes furrowed upwards as her eyes were wide and watery. Her mouth hung open as if she was about to scream for help. She was the visage of human purity and hope being defiled by eyes not meant to gaze upon her pregnancy. The innocent housewife with child beset by eyes other than her husband.

She let the camera snap a few times, her body and expression shifting slightly each time to work the different angles. Yet as Riley finished with this pose, so did she finish with her expression. Instead that devious pregnant wife took back over, playful smile and intent eyes looking at the cameraman.

“Told you...” she giggled.
 
Riley's camera worked quickly, shifting slightly in order to capture the picture she presented 5to the fullest extent. As he did so, Riley was forced to concede that she was right. Had he not been here when this whole business began, he probably would have been convinced that her emotions were real. One would think she could go into actual acting for a carer with an ability this good.

Eventually he finished, straightening up while she did the same. With the addition of letting the tension seep out of the situation hat had been inspired by her performance. "So you did," he agreed with a nod. "That was pretty good for a hobby." Well, he wasn't complaining. But it was worth saying regardless.

Having addressed that little detail, they moved on to the next step of their photo shoot. "Alright then, next...face me, with your back against the tank like when I first came in here. Adjust your panties so we can just barely see the top of what's beneath, then glance off to the side. Like you're embarrassed but don't have a choice." Once she had done so he would duck low to get a different perspective on the pose she was offering. His associate was going to love this, of that he had no doubt.
 
A slim smile on her face as she confidently reveled in the praise exhibited on Riley's face and words. A bit of a snort left her nose as he issued his next commands, watching him get low to the floor and point the camera up at her.

"It's less a hobby and more of a... passion." Her tone suggestive as she pressed her back against the tank. From Riley's angle her face nearly eclipsed by her laden tummy and breasts, only a slight flicker in her eyes as she prepared to get into character.

Slipping her fingers down to her waist she slide them around the strands of her panties, her hands running around her waist as the thin piece of cloth bulged and adjusted at her touch. For a split second she even moved their cradle, revealing a moistened and bare slit to Riley. It was a flash of paradise clearly meant for Riley's eyes rather than the camera, her expression still as devious as ever.

But before to long she switched into business mode, her fingers adjusting the band of her panties so they slid down ever so slightly revealing the crest of her mound. It was shaven, but clearly not recently as a small stubble grew, much like grass in a fertilized field. Her face turned to the side, returning to a more unsettled expression, her cheeks even blushing on command.

"Sir... please..." she bit her lip as her eyes avoided Riley and moistened with tears like the glistens Riley briefly saw on her slit. "Don't hurt me... I'm pregnant... I'll do anything...".

Her panties slid down millimeter by millimeter revealing the extent of her fields before the shores of her harbor.
 
It took all the willpower Riley had to resist rolling his eyes as he was met with the claim that this was a passion rather than a hobby. Not that he disagreed, with all that he had experienced at her urging so far. But it also seemed pretty different from what she was making it out to be too.

He was quick on the camera, snapping away as she put on her teasing display at his instruction. There was plenty here for the job that he'd taken up, though he did not mention it to her. In the midst of it he was given a glimpse of what might eventually be revealed, a preview that was reserved for his exclusive use. he refrained in that moment, and stayed his hand until they were back on track. With the amount of material he was getting, there'd be quite the payout.

"Very good," he said with a nod before she got too far removing the article of clothing. "Your husband i a lucky man." It wasn't as if she needed to say anything, not when he wasn't recording video. Her comments were seemingly just for his benefit. Another thing that he was not going to object to given the circumstances. It had certainly had the proper effect on him as he grew more aroused and his cock harder in turn.

Speaking of which, it was time to begin there. "Leave that for now," he told her. "Go ahead and get on your knees, and then take my cock out. Though in fair warning I may have you stop a few times to reposition the camera. They can't all be top down, or that'd get boring." All the same, he didn't provide her too much direction. She was creative enough to see where this was going and play along. He was confident that he would get good shots either way.
 
Each snap of the camera was like fuel to her, though her face remained in character it was hard to keep her pussy that way. Every moment that passed a glisten and a shimmer got brighter between her legs, her laden sex preparing for what it wanted, no matter how much she wanted to keep up the ruse of the innocent and helpless pregnant girl. As Riley finished up with his set and prepared to issue his next instructions, she decided it was best to just relieve herself of the burden of wearing panties. With a quick slip over her hips gravity did the rest. While Riley repositioned himself she stepped out of them, devious eyes watching Riley as she kicked the lace off to the side of the room.

"My husband lucky? Not in the way you think... but I think today you are lucky." Almost as if she were not pregnant, she sunk into a squat sensually, like a beautiful wave she came eye level to Riley's crotch. Looking up she brought her face close to him, kissing the outside of his jeans before leaning back and shaking her head jokingly.

"Oh whoops. In character...." she poked her cheek in a silly manner as she switched on the helpless woman act. Her eyes got big as they looked up at Riley in fear. But she could not force tears as wet as her pussy was getting.

"Sir... please... I'm married and with child, don't make me..." she made her hands shake as they grasped at his zipper. A few moments later and through a reluctant act that was believable except for the wetness between her legs, his trousers were open and shakey hands were pulling them down to produce the prize.

With a bounce the waistband reveled him, half erect as she put her hands up in protest and tried to feign a look of disgust.
"Its... its horrible!" She winced. "Its big! Too big! My husband isn't like this!" She took too fingers as if being forced and rubbed his head.
 
"Well, there must be some measure of luck if he gets to take you to museums and stuff, but I'm not going to argue." Certainly Riley didn't have much reason to object to her assertion as she divested herself of her panties entirely. They'd gotten what they needed out of those, not that he was about to tell her that in the moment. Even if he had the feeling that she wouldn't object. Maybe once they were done he'd mention it.

He watched calmly as she shifted, resting low and face to face with his crotch. She wasted only a little time, teasing him once more before returning to the persona that she had built for herself in this little act. It remained impressive to watch and quite arousing as well. If this was how he felt, no doubt the viewers would feel the same way. "Please, don't rush on my account," he replied with a shrug.

But the act had returned, her words making their way to his ears as she undid his zipper. Soon his cock was freed, all but springing into place from the force of his arousal that she had incited so far.

"Wow, rude," he huffed with mock anger in response to her acting. Her feelings were anything but with how turned on she was, and it didn't stop her from getting to work like he had told her. It was tentative at first, a testament to the reluctant act she was putting on. But things soon began to get more heated as her involvement grew. He snapped a few shots of that reluctant beginning, but saved some memory for the later parts too. And like he had said, he would only have her stop once or twice to reposition his camera.

he'd let her get further before issuing his next instruction. Whether it be to the act or to the arousal he knew she was feeling, it would definitely make things more interesting. "While you're doing that, why don't you start teasing yourself? Hormones are a powerful thing."
 
This time, the plump woman would never come our of character, her brows still furrowed in a sort of indignant innocence as her hand grasped his cock while squatting before him. She soon moved her hand to grasp his shaft, working it back and forth as her eyes up turned towards the camera pleaded for relief from this desecration.

Hand sliding to his base, she grimaced, her other hand raising as she looked at it and then back to him with astonishment.
"Your... sick... forcing a woman... a pregnant woman!" Her acting so on target her hand even trembled before it disappeared beneath her pregnant belly. As it met her sex where Riley could not see, her eye twitched and mouth slacked as she slid her fingers in and around herself. What was taken from his view by her belly was clearly evident in her expression as she looked at him. A mix of disgust and ecstasy decorating her face.
 
For all the enthusiasm of the display made for good photography, Riley was left to increasingly wonder how much of it was actually acting. Maybe she just had a lot of experience, but there was something that rang a bit too earnest in how she was carrying this out. He didn't intend to question it too much, but the thought remained lurking beneath the surface even as he enjoyed himself.

Though he could not see it, there was no denying that she continued to follow his instructions. His camera worked quickly, getting that top down shot from his own angle as well as one to the side for a bit more of a glimpse of what she was doing. He didn't figure there would be a protest, but he was careful just in case. It wasn't like they were making a video, so they didn't have to worry about breaking that character.

At the same time there was no doubting her success, his shaft now fully hardened from her tender care. Clear pre soon stained her hand, making it that much easier for her to get him off. Even then, he wasn't about to sit around in complacency. "Well then, come on. No man's going to be satisfied getting off from a handjob alone," he told her as way of direction. They'd do this a bit longer, then he would see where he wanted to take this act slash photo shoot next.
 
Her face grimaced, hand still clenching his cock as she looked at him in disbelief.

"You want me to?..." she held his cock up, looking straight down the barrel as it were with tears glistening on her eyes. Her hand stopped toying with herself even as she brought it to wipe her mouth, the thought painted on her face was disgust.
"My husband will kill you for this!" She added in a dignified manner, at least as dignified as a pregnant woman leaning forward to put a cock in her mouth could get.

Her lips first took the tip, her brows furrowing as she pretended to gag, tears running down her cheeks and smearing her makeup. She did not even take any more in before coming off it and gagging.
"I take it you'll hurt me..." she clenched her baby-full tummy with fear "... if I don't?" It was almost as if she had written one side of a script without prompts needed from Riley.

As if he was holding a pokeball to her head, the woman leaned in, taking a quarter of his length along her tongue and into her mouth. She added in meeps and shivers as she crept further along his length, feigning a gag here or a cough there.

It was not much of him, but it painted an amazing picture of reluctance.
 
Looking down, a rush went through Riley as his companion continued her acting. Even knowing that this was simply a display put on for him and the camera, he found that he needed to keep reminding himself of that. He was once again left curious as to where exactly she had gotten these sorts of skills.

The first tentative effort went as well as one could expect, lips caressing his tip as her mascara was smudged and lines tracked down her cheeks by fake tears. An eyebrow rose at her question and the way she protectively held her stomach, but he did not object. "You seem smart enough to figure it out," he told her stoically.

Quickly she got to work, taking in more of his shaft into her warm mouth. Her tongue brushed against sensitive skin, setting off little sparks wherever it landed. She even added vocal accompaniment for his benefit, though he got the feeling that she was exaggerating that for his benefit. Even then it was effective, precum increasing in volume as he was pushed towards a climax.

His hips slowly rocked, but for the most part he let her take the initiative. She seemed to know what she wanted out of this, and for this part he didn't see a reason to refuse that.l He was simply focused on getting good pictures and enjoying the scene that was laid out.
 
The salty taste of his fluids on her tongue were like poison to her expression, the pregnant woman looking her best to display a feeling of non-enjoyment despite her supreme efforts otherwise. Her gaging only continued as she made him feel the low growls and vibrations of her throat as his tip touched the back of it. Her breathing quickened, hand over her pregnant belly in a protective fashion. Yet suddenly she pulled all the way back.

"No!" She cried, her bum hit the floor as she leaned back against the fish tank behind them, saliva and precum dripping down her face while staring up at his member hitting her forehead. She moved her legs up, bent at the knees as she opened them, flourishing cunt with a tuft of hair under her belly displayed.

"If you are going to defile me, just get it over with!" She let out a tear... but if it were not also for a certain sparkle in her eye as she sat there feigning helpless contrition.
"My husband can't know! I've only ever been with him!" Her legs spread wider, almost hinting that was not true.
 
Riley was growing increasingly engrossed in the moment, his camera left behind for the heat of passion. Sure he did his best to snap the occasional shot, but the duration between those was growing bigger and bigger. He was only human, how could he maintain such iron discipline when faced with such convincing acting?

As such he was taken off guard when she suddenly brought an end to it, as if recognizing his own state. His shaft bounced against her forehead, and she sat back while displaying herself in protest. Even then it wasn't really, more of a prompt for him to get to it. Which it might be, though clearly she was not actually as distressed as she let on. He was quick to snap a photo of that, though it might end up just being part of his personal collection.

He gave a mock frown of his own, though it paled in comparison to her own. "Fine," he grunted, conceding to the desire to move it on. "Turn around and lean against the tank. Spread your legs too." It was a bit of a different perspective, but the reflection might make things interesting. At the very least it was worth a shot, as he prepared to take advantage of any opportunities that arose.
 
Tears in her eyes she quickly nodded, the largely pregnant woman turning yo her side, pussy framed between her thighs as she struggled to lift herself against the tank under the weight of her tummy. Her eyes always looked back at Riley, the feign of fear he would hurt her presented as both breasts pushed against the tank.

Her belly was now beneath her, backed armed in such a way due to its weight as the profile of a beautiful sight was exhibited: pregnant woman on her knees. She even had to press her face against the tank to try and carry some of that weight, anguish in her eyes as she looked back.

"Pull my hair." She whispered out of character, pussy dripping with arousal.

Yet she would not allow herself to break much more of this scene, her eyes looking back best they could as she struggled to maintain position.
"You're so cruel!" She cried, weeping against the tank as she stuck her ass out as best she could.
 
The display was put on with full seductive wiles as instructions were followed to the letter. Riley watched with what he hoped was a stoic expression, his arms folded over his chest. He was aware that he probably couldn't match her skill, but that confidence and indifference seemed like it would fit the scene better than whatever he was feeling right now.

At last her movement was complete, bare skin pressed against cool glass in a way that served to create a more unique profile. He was so busy watching that he barely even thought as he snapped a photo of her new stance. Arched, on her knees, exposed and vulnerable. It was yet another welcome addition to the collection that he had crafted during his encounter with her.

Her request took him off guard, unexpected as it was. She hadn't gone out of character very much during this, so it was just the uniqueness that threw him off.

With a silent nod, he stepped forward to close the distance once more. Reaching over, fingers twirled strands of hair around them before he gave a sharp yank back towards him. he wasn't particularly reserved with that either, though he wasn't pulling hair out. He had a feeling that she wouldn't mind him being rough. At the same time his hips lowered, grinding his saliva-coated shaft against her folds as well as her bare ass.

He scoffed as she cried out, adding to the act in turn. "It's your fault for being such a tease," he grunted in turn. "You should be more considerate of your betters."
 
A sharp "gaauuhh!" echoed through the service closet as Riley yanked her head back by her long hair. The woman was looking directly up at him now, head bent painfully back as her breasts were smooshed against the glass. Each push of his hops brought her against the tank more, and caused her hair to pull even more painfully. The fake tears she gave for the purposes of the photos ran down her cheeks as she looked back at him, pressure of the tip of his cock threatening to defile the sanctity of another man's bred woman.

Her body was like a painting, lovey pregnant belly held by the arch of her back bent by his force. Tits laden with milk pressed on glass for the fish to witness their beauty, cock all to ready and willing between thighs framing a wet cunt.

"Noo!" She cried, eyebrows furrowed as it was almost time to consume the cock with her already fertilized hole. Her lips quivered and contorted as she wept in turn. But despite all of this another out of character whisper came...

"Hit me." Her eyes twinkled, yet only for such a brief moment it was hard to tell what was real.
 
As Riley had guessed, his actions earned swift approval from his partner. She was pulled back even more by his firm hold on her hair. She joined in with pained cries and faked tears, though someone who had not been here for the whole experience might be fooled as to their authenticity. By now he knew better, and did not let it bother him. If he pushed her too far, he was pretty confident that he would be able to tell when she let him know.

Her cry was testament to that, exaggerated yet still carrying that needed hint of emotion in it. The fact that she had brought them to this point on her urging alone was enough proof of her willingness.

There was another pause on his part as he made her request, but only a brief one. Perhaps it was just a figment of his imagination, but it was hard to see her disapproving. He shifted slightly to accommodate his next actions, before bringing the palm of his hand down upon her rear. The first fell to one side, then the next to the other. He settled into a rhythm, alternating between swats and the grinding of his cock..

Once this had become expected, almost mundane, he moved things to the next step. The grinding came to an end as his movements shifted once more as his rod slipped inside waiting lips. YEt he did not go far, as if still seeking to tease her. Each time went just a bit further, with little hesitation remaining. The wait had definitely been worth it.
 
There was little that could be done, despite the persistent act of crying, resisting Riley with passive fear and quips, it was evident this mother to be was at her wits end of horniness. With the onslaught of Rileys palm on her romp, her pregnant pass jiggled up and down, whole at the same time her cunt clamped down on the photographer's cock in orgasim.

"Ohhhhhhhhahhhh!" The tears were real, tears of orgasmic joy as she was pressed against the window of the tank. That last cry was almost a little too loud, the door to the service closet not quite thick enough to prevent folks near to it from hearing such sexual undertones. The woman shifted her weight someC red marks on her romp as her baby belly pressed gently against the tank, Riley's cock resting inside of her pulsing slit.

"You... you suck... how dare you make me....." weariness took her as her resistance faded, eyes shutting as she let him do as he will inside of her.
 
If any proof of how turned on the woman was needed, Riley received it quickly as she came almost immediately after he had finally began to ravish her. Tears fell, and though the cry was a bit on the louder side he was too distracted to pay it much attention. They would just have to hope that no one got too inquisitive about what might be going on in here. Otherwise there would definitely be some awkward questions.

Her barbs seemed to lose some of their vigor, especially when 'you suck' was the worst she could come up with right now. it was just unusual considering how focused and eloquent she was before. But it did little to diminish his libido with how far they had come since here.

"I think the lady doth protest too much," he grunted back, though the teasing only distracted for a little bit before he was swept back up in the moment. He did his best to keep moving, to hold to that pattern he had established that alternated thrusts with blows to her rear. But her climax made that hard for him to do. She clung tightly to his shaft, lewd juices stirred by each time with audible slaps as they collided.

Though he did his best, his own climax soon neared. His cock pulsed with the tightening of his balls, heat rolling and caressed by her heat. "I hope you're ready for it," he grunted. His grip grew harsher with a last burst of energy, any thought of slapping left to the side as he sought to push himself over the edge.
 
Cheek shoved against the fish tank the pregnant woman flushed with her climax and smiled. It was a completely compromising position. If it were not for the water separating them, there would be half a hundred people on the other side of the glass watching a pregnant woman take it from behind from a stranger. Shamefully she had cum on a strange cock so fast, additionally, she made no move to stop him from cumming inside of her.

Gripping her pregnant stomach she let him rail her and slap her over and over. She was keen to be roughly treated, but her husband would barely slap her given her state, it's good a stranger would give her the abuse she needed. As her pink hair fell over her face with his assault, she wondered where these pictures would go. It was not out of fear that they would be seen by the wrong people but excitement that they would.

Her tone had lost the sarcastic ring to it since she cams, instead she looked back with a gentle seriousness as he fucked her.

"They say cum is food for a pregnant woman's vagina. Keeps it clean." Her tongue licked her bottom lip as she suggested.
 
The woman continued to not be the smoothest anymore when it came to dialogue, earning a loft eyebrow from Riley. "If you...say so," he replied mixed with the grunts of exertion. He had a feeling that that was not actually true, mostly because if it was it probably would have come up before. But if she wanted to play her game then he would not disagree either. At least he had managed to avoid rolling his eyes in disbelief.

For now there was little else to focus on, and he gave that his full attention as his slaps came to an end. This was more about him getting off now that she had gotten off than anything else. His pace increased and his grip tightened, fingers digging into soft skin as she was further pressed against the glass. It was a good thing all that water served to muffle the noise too.

Then it was too much to bear with as he suddenly reached the end of his endurance. One last panting burst exhausted all he had left before he climaxed inside of her. His seed shot out of his tense rod, unaware of the futileness of their purpose. Perhaps the taboo of the act increased the amount that she received, but he was not in a place to make any sort of judgment in that regard as his cum filled her depths. All he could say for certain was that it felt good.

As the climax neared its end, the duo remained like that for a few minutes. Riley did not linger, but he needed that time to get his feet back under him from the weakness in his legs. He grinned as he was finally able to step back, delivering a parting swat to her rear. "Well then, thank you for being such an obliging subject," he remarked with a grin.
 
The pregnant momma to be was frozen with her cheek against the glass, bent over at rhe waist. Her pussy leaking with cum stuck out behind her as her pregnant belly hung beautifully beneth. She panted as she sat there, unmoving as she looked back to him and let his semen run down her leg. There she was leaking with fluids from a man other than the child she bore. It was so scandalous, but perfect for photography.

"Arnt you going to take a picture?" She said between laden breaths. "Of your cum running out of a childing woman not your own." Her smile was feable as she maintained it through a confliction of expressions. She held the pose as long as she could to let him take the picture.

"I figured you would want that before you ran out, leaving me here to clean myself." Her hand sank to the top of her stomach.
 
"I figured that went without question," Riley replied as he stepped back over to the camera. He was quick to snap some pictures from different angles, to provide a little variety for as long as she could hold the pose. He didn't go overboard with it though, figuring he had plenty from this entire encounter that he could use.

Having done this, he then set about getting himself tidied up a bit. It was an easier task than she would have, though clearly she was not bothered by it. "I suppose I could send you a copy," he mused as he glanced down at the camera before shrugging. "But where would be the fun in that?" He was legitimately willing to send her a copy if she wanted, just like he had with Suki, but he wouldn't insist. That was a decision he left in her hands.

Riley was soon clean, and he moved towards the door of the closet they were in. "Well, you certainly know how to show someone a good time. Best of luck with the rest of your pregnancy." He didn't expect they would meet again, so there was no harm in ending things on a cordial note.
 
With a snap of the lense, the messy backside of the pregnant woman was recorded to history. Cum dribbling down her pussy and along the bottom of her bloated yet charming stomach. With it all over she sank to the floor of the closet, leaning her back against the tank as the water pokemon dashed around behind them. Long deep breaths from the momma to be let herself relax after the ordeal, though the satisfaction of her expression certainly would be rewarding for the man who sexually fulfilled her.

"Something tells me I'll see the pictures online anyways." The woman winked as she sat with her knees at an angle and legs wide. Her snatch was gushing with Riley's seed, and so was her smile gushing with lewdness.
"I can't wait… us pregnant ladies don't get objectified enough." The pink-haired woman winked at Riley as he made for the door. "Maybe I'll find some more guys to scratch the itch this way. But… if I can't don't be a stranger."

She was insatiable.

As Riley left the closet he would be leaving behind a very satisfied momma, enjoying the leaking feeling of seed that would never take root. Back in the main exhibit dozens of people meandered around without any idea what just happened so close to them. All except for the woman's husband who stood stoically on the other side of the room. When he saw Riley emerge he would perk up some, but did not formally acknowledge him. If Riley departed he would quickly make for the closet to find his wife, eager to see what condition she was left in.
 
"I cannot make any promises," Riley said with a wink that belied his intentions. Perhaps she would, though it seemed her wish was for him to not make it easy for her to find the photos he had taken this day. She could enjoy the surprise when she ended up finding it at some point. And a bit more than just surprise too, if he had to guess.

He gave her one last look, appreciating the view of his cum dribbling from her used folds to the floor below. A pain for the janitor, but it was certainly erotic for Riley to see. He was tempted to take another shot, but stopped himself. Instead he settled for answering her offered hope. "Maybe we will meet again," he agreed with a nod, and then headed for the door.

Stepping back out into the lobby, his gaze swept the room before settling on the husband. It seemed that no one had noticed what was going on. At the very least they had stopped paying attention when the show ended. The husband didn't overtly react, and Riley did not do much to reciprocate either. He simply nodded to the man from afar, a sign of his respect and appreciation for allowing that encounter to happen. He didn't even know their names.

Having done so, he wasted little time in resuming his walk through the museum. He did actually want to check it out, in spite of the erotic diversion. There was still plenty to see here before he had to return to the mundane world outside.
 
On a nice afternoon like this, most people in Slateport would be at the beach or in the outside market. But the museum did seem to have a rather large crowd today. Perhaps there were a few extra cruise ships in port and tourists were enjoying their time in the city. Or maybe everyone felt like getting an education today. There was certainly lots of opportunities for that here, guides lecturing large crowds about different pokemon through history, how they loved, how humans interacted with them, and how they ended up here. It was all fairly peaceful for Riley as he meandered through the halls of the museum.

All except for the large explosion that sent a jolt through the building. Many screams answered it as smoke barrelled through the halls. Tourists, both men women and children running amok through the exhibits, trying to escape in a direction without understanding what was going on. The calls of Pokemon and trainers alike filling the air as alarms caused nauseating headaches and chirped over and over.

Most of the commotion seemed to be coming from the eastern portion of the museum. A portion that Riley had not yet seen and was in fact taped off when he first came into the entrance. What could be going on there?
 
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