The Tentacruel's water attack at last managed to turn the Zubat tide. The shift in the colony happened almost in unison as their diving turned to retreat from the cave in face of the superior predator. Growlithe raged none the less, even as the Zubats began retreating, he snarled and bit, soaking swathes of the Zubats in flame then diving into their falling, screeching ranks to bring his jaws down on those that fell.<br/><br/>Leyna's screaming quieted as well as the tone of the colony changed, the flapping of wings over powering the screeching attack calls. She dared to lift her head, and saw the Zubats overhead flying in a great cloud of Pokemon toward the cave exit in retreat. The Zubats around her retreated, fleeing with the rest of their kind. She still stung from the various cuts she had suffered from their talons and bits, her clothing now scarred and split in many places. In her elation at not longer being assaulted by the Pokemon she neglected to feel the decidedly different sensation in her nether region.<br/><br/>She had been curled up on her side in the fetal position while she was being attacked, but as she collected herself, she felt a commotion near her groin. She looked down in confusion and saw a Zubat clinging to her ass. She raised an eyebrow before she realized the sensation of it pressing its body against her already soaked, clinging pants over and over, creating a wetter and warmer spot on her pants.<br/><br/>It took a brief moment for Leyna's mind to put the situation together in her mind. When she did her face turned bright red and started trying to kick it away, closing her legs to get the Zubat off of her. The Zubat flapped a few inches away screeching in protest before attempting to latch to her covered sex again.<span style="color: blue">Get off, get off, get off!</span>She yelled in protest before realizing several other Zubats had flapped down to her, grabbing onto her gently and probing around, smelling. The increasing smell of sexual arousal in the cavern causing the Zubats too to now begin investigating.<br/><br/>She stood up, swatting at them. When the first Zubat who had been so fixated on her groin retreated at last only for another who had latched to her lower back to flap around and grab her hips and likewise began attempting to mate. Leyna shouted and grabbed it, pulling it off with some difficult while another latched to her ass, nestling between her cheeks. Leyna grabbed and yanked it off, then grabbed her bag from her shoulder and began swinging it around to deter further molestation. Even as she swung the bag she realized that these male Zubats, who when apparently horny, were incredibly docile - even as her methods of determent grew more violent.<br/><br/>After a few more errant clingers attempted to hump her, she was at last free of them, though a couple hovered overhead cautiously. She took a deep breath and tried not to think about what had just happened, tugging at the crotch of her pants uncomfortably, feeling the added wetness and warmth the Zubats had contributed.<br/><br/>It was then that she heard the Growlithe's angry snarling and biting at the Zubats that had not managed to get air born again. Leyna blinked, frowned, looked over and saw the Growlithe. She looked at him, confused, before her eyes went wide and she opened her pack, saw the missing Pokeball. She looked at the Growlithe, who as it chomped angrily down on a Zubat, finally saw her. The two were frozen for a moment, staring at one another.<br/><br/>Then, at the same moment their gaze dropped to the open Pokeball sitting among the rocks nearby. Leyna dove ran, dipping down to grab it. Growlithe bolted, sprinting across the rocks toward the cave entrance. Leyna scooped up the ball, planted a foot, reeled back, and pitched the Pokeball after him, smacking the running Pokemon in the back of the head before the ball opened and forcibly returned the Growlithe. Leyna ran and retrieved the ball, breathing a sigh of relief, then stuffing it back in her bag. In the excitement of it all, she had forgotten the very reason why everything was going downhill so quickly. She heard the other trainers, and the Tentacruel. What she saw when she looked back at them, flushed her cheeks and left her utterly speechless.<br/><br/>To see a Pokemon assaulting a person so sexually was so utterly bewildering. She stumbled slightly stricken by the sheer horror of it all. The urge to turn around and simply run nearly overwhelmed her, and for more than a moment, she intended to do just that. But no, she lowered her chin, furrowed her brow and took a determined stance. She was a Pokemon trainer now. It was time to act like one.<br/><br/>Her mind raced, and she reached into her bag. Four working Pokeballs left. They were standard, so capturing a Pokemon like Tentacruel would be a stroke of blind luck, as she couldn't hope to weaken it first. As she got ready to attack the Tentacruel, she felt a Zubat attempting to get too friendly with her backside again. She fumed in frustration grabbed the Zubat and then hit it in the face with one of her Pokeballs, even if the capture didn't work, just to get it to stop molesting her for a few seconds so that she could try to stop the Tentacruel.<br/><br/>She didn't wait to see if it had captured the Zubat work or not. She needed to get that Tentacruel off the others. She ran, pulling another Pokeball from her bag, then reeled back, triggered it, and threw.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>