The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind
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				Title: <strong>The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 04:15:01</strong>
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				Six hours. Six, rain-soaked, mud-drenched, bug-ridden hours. This plan was carefully thought out, and Adrian knew it might take a while before something of value showed itself, but six whole hours?<br>It had been raining ever since nightfall, and lying nigh motionless in the tall grass while the thick drops poured down on everything above the now drenched earth was not something he considered a good time.<br><br>All the precautions Adrian had taken would make sure that his prey did not spot him before it was too late. He was careful, and this situation was not one he had any interest of repeating. It was one thing to go this far to get what he wanted, though another completely to have to repeat it upon failure. <br><br>The but-end of his rifle had caused an uncomfortable ache in his shoulder for a while now, but moving and relaxing his shoulder might well give away his position. He hadn't taken all those rifle lessons for nothing, and now that he had taken the time to make his mother's roserade perfume both his clothing and his rifle, he would seem like nothing more than a big flowery, and muddy, rock in the tall grass. The sedative darts he had loaded would allow him to take just about any fair sized creature down, though watching and waiting, he had seen none worth his interest yet.<br><br>A slow and careful sigh was all the warning his prey would get, he was trying to calm down again after winding up about the seeming futility of this trip, his heartbeat lowering to avoid any possible chance of detection. He was likely overreacting, almost paranoid. But that was his nature. When doing something, do it right, or not at all. His train of thought cut short, his eyes squinted to try and see through the rain and empty darkness. Was that his prey? Finally a pokemon worth his attention?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 12:12:16</strong>
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				Upon waking several hours after nightfall and to the sound of rain falling outside, Umbre had stumbled groggily to the mouth of the small, but cozy cave where she resided. Rubbing her eyes with both front paws, she blinks out at the downpour, and yawns. With a quick shake of her lithe, athletic form, her ears and tail fluff up again and she leans against the somewhat rocky wall of her home, just at the entrance. Staring out at the rain and tall grass, she gives herself some time to really wake up while she ponders on what her first meal of the night would be.<br><br>While she was thinking and staring out side, Umbre realized that she had awoken later than usual. Normally she was up and about no more than half an hour directly after the sun set, liking to get an early start on her night. But from the position of the moon in the sky she could tell that she was more than two and a half hours late. It was rare that it happened, but she couldn't change the facts.<br><br>After about forty-five minutes and suppressing another yawn, she finally moves away from the wall to start outside into the rain, large ears twitching as she listened to the sounds around her. And while she loved the rain, she absolutely loathed the mud which accompanied it. She somehow almost always managed to go back home covered in the disgusting filth, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it. And to boot, there was always a lot about her area. Not to mention she normally kept to all fours when she moved through the tall grass, until she made it to the forest, all to avoid the Trainers who searched through the grass for other Pokemon at night. Except when it rained...<br><br>Maybe it was time that she changed her residence. But that was an absolute no. Especially over something so trivial as mud, which she could just wash away in a few minutes. Her cave, after all, was the only one she had found to be more secluded and a bit more difficult for the humans to reach. Especially those ever-persistent Trainers who decided that they wanted to add even more Pokemon to their continually growing collection.<br><br>By the time her thoughts led her back to what she was doing, she had wandered out of sight of her home and through the tall grass, and was now quite soaked by the rain. With every step Umbre took, her nose almost wrinkled in disgust, feeling the mud squishing up between her toes. Call her strange, but she liked to keep herself very clean.<br><br>As she ventures on, enjoying the rejuvenating feel of the rain pattering against her fur, she sniffs about for any hint of some nearby food. Unknowingly, she was headed closer to Adrian in her search; lost in her thoughts and enjoyment of the soothing, cool rain. She was practically handing herself to any Trainers that might be in the area with how distracted she was. Although, she blended in with the darkness quite well, which would make her hard to spot – save for the golden bands and markings on her body. They stood out in sharp contrast to the rest of her form, especially in the moonlight. And the fact that she wasn't on all fours as usual did not help her to keep out of sight. Somewhat to her advantage, though, albeit one unknown, some clouds had begun to cross over in front of the moon as she moved closer and closer to the awaiting Trainer...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 18:57:59</strong>
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				The glimmering of Umbre's golden patterns had caught his eye long before he deemed it safe enough to risk a shot. The second he fired every pokemon in the area would know where he was, even though sophisticated silencing systems were in place at the end of the rifle's barrel. The vibrations, the wind, and even the silenced sounds would turn on those survival instincts resulting in all his plans falling apart.<br><br>Despite his arrogant and spoiled appearance, he could be patient. If the situation called for it. Something as elusive as a strong first pokemon was hard to get without the aid of another trainer, but that was something he wouldn't dream of. Getting your first pokemon from someone else, usually researchers who were done experimenting and testing, struck a bad nerve. It wouldn't feel natural to Adrian, something like this ought to be done right, on his own. <br><br>When Umbre finally got in a respectable range, he wondered what she might be thinking. He recognised her type ever since he saw those golden bands in the distance, though now that he got a better look at her fine athletic shape, he wondered what the hell she was thinking walking around like that. It was reckless, something was on her mind that pushed out any sense of protection, and he wasn't going to let that chance slip.<br><br>He shifted almost soundlessly in the mud covered by the pouring rain and lined up his scope and barrel for one decisive shot. Waiting until she went into a good position, holding off until she took the time to sniff out the air, and he fired. The sound should have alerted her, though in the time it would take to turn her head in the right direction the dart had already travelled the distance and she would feel a sharp and stinging pain in her upper left leg. It was a more than decent shot, and the strength of the sedative should knock her out in moments, if the dart had punctured her flesh. It would be but a tiny wound, a pinprick compared to what fangs of a rival pokemon might cause in a duel, though Adrian had done this on his own, and if she'd just fall down and lie there, he would be all set to catch her with his high-grade Pokemon capture sphere, more commonly known as an ultra-ball.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 01:43:03</strong>
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				Since waking several hours earlier, Umbre had felt a change, starting with her late waking. It was unusual and quite unsettling. She kept to a pretty set schedule. Though at the current time she was plenty preoccupied, thinking about out of the way things such as the mud and her choice of residence. She was normally much more cautious, too, keeping low in the grass to reduce the chance of being seen. But everything was so odd right now that she hardly thought of her own safety.<br><br>A sound catches her attention and she stops abruptly, ears twitching to try and detect where the noise came from, her eyes wide as she peered almost effortlessly into the darkness and rain. Her muscles had tensed instantly in expectation of having to fight. Or flee, if need be. That's when she felt the sting&nbsp; of something against her flesh. She growls and looks down to where she felt the sensation, but saw nothing, until a small glint on the ground caught her attention.<br><br>With a frown of sorts, she leans down to look at it. Upon noticing that it was human made, her eyes widen and she quickly takes a step back, heart hammering quickly now inside her chest. The dart, surprisingly, had not punctured the skin underneath her dark fur, with some help from her tensed muscles. With a hasty glance around the area, she turns quickly to flee, her mind racing through every possible place she could hide in the immediate area. There was the forest, taller grass, other small caves... The last thing she wanted to do was inadvertently invite a human, much less what appeared to be a Trainer or collector, to where she lived. That screamed clearly of disaster.<br><br>Most of the places where about the same distance away. Though, in her haste, she was sure she could most likely evade capture and successfully hide until it was safe to return to her home. That had been her first, and very lucky, encounter with darts. Now all she had to do was get away safely. But if she happened to get caught, at least she would've given the human a run for his money. But only if the Trainer was a serious one and decided to track her down. She <em>definitely</em> wasn't going to make this easy, by any means, if that was the case.<br><br>But as Umbre turned and started to run off, her feet slipped in the mud and she fell in a heap. Now she was not only covered in filth, but prone to attack and quickly becoming panicked. <em>Oh no. No, no, no. Get up!</em> She screams to herself inside her head. She crawls several paces and pushes herself up to start running, trying to keep her footing in the slippery mud. Pure determination fueled with her strong desire to save herself helped her move quickly away from the area. Although, she was not safe just yet. Now came the task of successfully evading the Trainer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 02:05:33</strong>
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				Damn it! Damn it to hell! All that work only to be thwarted by a jest of fate. He wasn't going to give up now, his heart raced in his chest as he lunged up from out his hidingplace. Muddrenched and soaked to the bone weren't issues anymore, he would have this pokemon. She looked absolutely fine as she walked here, and now that his chance to take her down easy was blown away he would have to work for it. <br><br>Though karma seemed to turn back on her very soon, and Adrian noticed how she slipped in her haste to get away and landed, drenched in mud. He already had one foot up and the time and shifted as he saw the situation play out, lifting to just one foot and he knee, he cocked another dart nigh instantly. Firing a shot more based on instinct and luck than skill and patience, he would find out which side karma chose to favour now. That wasn't enough though, he wasn't taking any second chances now. <br><br>Reloading instantly, aiming over, not through, his water stained scope as he made ready to see if he needed to fire more. There were five darts in a clip, and he'd fire them all before letting this one run off. Surely a creature her size would leave a trail, and while he wasn't trained, nor working in the optimal conditions, he did have a general idea of direction, as well as the equipment to make Umbre's life of running and hiding a living hell. But all that wasn't necessary if she didn't get the chance to run in the first place.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 03:14:18</strong>
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				Umbre knew that she couldn't afford another mistake or slip-up and she continued with her haste to escape. But as she fled, she felt a sharp sting to her backside and her eyes widen, knowing that there would be a dart there should she look. However, her determination to try and get as far away as possible kept her from stopping and she kept running. She didn't bother to pull the dart out as she ran, not wanting to distract herself from her escape. The stinging and pricking feeling of the point made her wince with every movement as it remained stuck in her.<br><br>Within what she could only guess was less than twenty seconds, everything began to waver in front of her and her vision was becoming blurry. She knew that she couldn't let this stop her though, continuing to push herself forward even as every part of her body began to feel the effects of the dart. A growl emits from her and she reaches back to swat the dart from her ass. She noticed, as she did this, that her movements were becoming sluggish and her vision was growing dimmer.<br><br><em>No! This..can't be... happening...!</em><br><br>That was her last thought as her muscles gave out and she stumbled and collapsed into the mud. As hard as she could, she tried fighting the effects, attempting to keep her heavy lids open. But she failed after several seconds, falling completely unconscious as the dart finally worked fully into her system. There she lay on the mud-covered and grassy ground, her defenseless and limp form still being soaked by the falling rain. She had fallen roughly 35 yards away from where she had been when he first shot at her. He now successfully had what he had apparently wanted. And there was nothing she could do to change it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 03:39:26</strong>
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				Already on the chase after the umbreon Adrian had set his sights on this night, he calmed down as he saw her slow down. She probably didn't even notice it herself, she was running like crazy. All that blood pumping the sedative through her system, she was out in no time. Her attempt to rid herself of the dart worked, though its effects were limited. The drug had been pumped inside her the second it hit, removing it was just a formality, so to speak. <br><br>Standing over her, rifle hanging by his side, he watched her sleeping form. The adrenaline had been working, sluggishly kicking in her sleep as if she were still running. Didn't do much else than pushing mud around. She was quite a specimen. Even caked with mud, lying soaked in a pool of mud, knocked out by the drugs he shot into her, she still managed to impress him. Her form was one of grace and strength, combined into an athletic build. A beginning trainer could only dream of this he thought as he threw the gun over his shoulder, the band holding it in place on his back. A lesser trainer than him could only dream about this, he realised with smug satisfaction as he unlocked one of the ultra-balls he had been keeping on his belt. Kneeling besides her, he pushed the ball against her fur, pressing hard enough to activate the mechanisms that would transfer her physical body into the pseudo-world of the pokeball. A bright red glow enveloped her as her form was digitalised into the container that could be considered her new home. <br><br>He left her there, for a while, as he made his way back to camp. It would take a while for the drugs to work out, though the effects of the pokeball should help with that. Though it didn't seem like the rain was stopping anytime soon. Getting a small fire going, mostly for show and light, before sitting down on the big rock he'd chosen as chair for this camp. An easily placeable tent, a rock and a fire. Not too much of a camp, but quite decent enough for a one man show. Now that he actually had a pokemon, Adrian might decide to spend some more money on decent camping equipment. He was going to have to feed two from now on, and quite likely more later. <br><br>Enough time had finally passed. Having eaten a rather quickly drenched sandwich, sitting in the rain since going into the tent now would ruin anything inside as well, Adrian was relatively comfortable with his situation. And meeting his new pokemon companion would be a treat. Pulling the pokeball from his belt and pressing the button in a single motion, the red glow would transport his newest possession onto the ground not far from him. Giving her some time to react to the new sensation of being transported back and forth he waited a few seconds before starting off the introductions. <br><br>"Adrian Fowl, your new owner." Said with an arrogant aura of satisfaction as he held up the finely crafted ultraball that had caught her so she could see it, and he could use it if she tried to bolt away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 06:58:14</strong>
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				Umbre had a dream while she was knocked out, or at least what she thought to be a dream...<br><br><em><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>She was running through the darkness, her element, but she was panicked and scared. Running as fast as she could away from some unknown threat and not knowing where she was going. She couldn't see anything around her at all; everything was black. But she could feel these invisible waves, rocking against her body and trying to push her over, to stop her from running any further. It felt as if something was tugging her from side to side in an effort to make her dizzy or disoriented. Finally, she lost her balance and fell.</strong></span></em><br><br>Until she opened her eyes... She was in for a surprise.<br><br>When she did open her eyes, everything swam before her and she blinked several times to focus her vision, her head down. Her head pounded and she felt slightly nauseous as she sat there. Her left leg was raised and bent at the knee and the other in the exact position, only to the side, with the side of her thigh against the ground. Her right front paw was supporting her body and her left raises to rub at her face. For Adrian, it would be the perfect, erotic view of her lithe form. But she had not yet figured out what was going on or where she was, so it didn't bother her. Then she heard a voice. A male voice. And she freezes instantly.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong><em>"Adrian Fowl, your new owner."<br></em></strong><br>As her paw drops away from her face, she stared with wide eyes at the Trainer who stood not far from her. It took her several moments before his words seemed to want to sink into her brain, and she blinks in disbelief. <em>She had been caught?!</em> <strong>“My...owner...?”</strong> she says, trying to control her scattered and still sluggish thoughts. Her gaze flickered to the ball he held in his hand and she frowned at it, until she realized what it was... Her new home.<br><br><strong>“This can't be...”</strong> she whispers, her voice sounding different and far away, even to herself as she tried to remember what had happened. How it had happened. This all had to be just a bad dream. When she realized the position she was in, Umbre quickly attempts to get to her feet, finding too late that it was a big mistake. She collapsed onto the ground with a soft groan, holding her head. Even for a bad dream, there couldn't possibly be any way that there was this much pain and disorientation. But in the back of her mind, a small voice kept repeating: <em>It's real, Umbre. This is your new destiny...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 17:31:47</strong>
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				Adrian feasted his eyes on her wonderfully sensual body. Many trainers and people in general frowned upon seeing pokemon as objects of desire. Some because of moral and ethical issues, others because they found the race to be lesser than humans and unworthy of their sexual attentions. Adrian however, was neither of these. In fact, the loved the many varied exotic shapes of pokemon. Her strong paws and legs leading up to a pink sex that stood out in contrast against the black fur, her tight midsection showed that she was strong and in very good shape and lead up to her firm and lovely shaped breasts. There was a lot in her that reminded him of a human woman, and much more that showed she was still a pokemon. But the combination, enticed him, aroused him even. <br><br>Standing up after she seemed to be lost in thought, Adrian walked over to her. His eyes inspected her body, and she might even realise that he was inspecting his new property. <strong>"Fine legs, strong paws. Athletic build, and a good protective layer of fur... Not to mention a treat to the eyes."</strong> He added the last with a smile as his eyes focussed on her breasts, not at all ashamed of his attraction to them. <strong>"All in all, a fine, young, healthy Umbreon."</strong> He kept standing over her, his eyes scouring her body for any flaws besides the filth still on her. The pokeball ready in his hand in case she were to attempt something stupid. The power that small sphere gave over her was immense and a small wonder on its own, though he would only have to use it if she did something stupid. <br><br><strong>"Will you be my obedient pokemon from now on?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 23:44:53</strong>
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				After collapsing again, Umbre had not moved. The haze in her mind was slowly retreating and the dream she thought she had was forming back into the memories that they were. <em>This can't be happening.</em> But it was. And the mud covering her lithe form was evidence enough, as well as the Trainer... who, she noticed, was staring at her sprawling body when she looked up at him. Her tail bushes up and she quickly closes her legs, frowning a little, watching him cautiously from where she remained on the ground. The way he looked at her was odd. Like he was...checking her out. He couldn't be...could he?<br><br>Umbre utters a soft growl in Adrian's direction, making sure to keep her eyes on him to watch every movement he made. Every few minutes, her gaze would move to the Pokeball he had in his hand and then go right back to his face. It was made very clear that she didn't trust the Trainer, much less the way her stared at her, like she was some sort of food that he wanted to devour. And as he stood and walked over to her, she tenses but doesn't move. One of the last things she wanted at the moment was to be trapped inside of that damned Pokeball.<br><br>When he began speaking, commenting on various parts of her body, Umbre's eyes narrow in her version of a scowl. And there was no way that she had missed the way he stared at her breasts. Her ears twitch and she scoots back from him a little, slowly rising from her position on the ground and hoping to keep her footing this time. As he asked for her obedience, she scoffs at him and lifts her chin in a display of pride, arms crossing over her breasts as she turned slightly away from him. He could not seriously expect her to be obedient... She was a wild creature and much too proud, even while she stood there, covered in filth as she was. That bushy tail of hers twitches a bit and she refuses to respond. She definitely wasn't going to make this easy by any means.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 00:16:04</strong>
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				"Strong Spirit, I like that." He commented as she stood there, trying to keep her pride, refusing to be turned into his obedient and servile pokemon, for now. Adrian wasn't even sure he wanted that, though he was sure he was going to make her trust him. There had to be no lies, a strict reward and punishment regime. Mostly based on punishment he thought as he walked back to his rock. The rain still falling down on the camp as well as the both of them, to Umbre this wouldn't be a bad thing, it might get rid of some of the mud, to Adrian, it was just one more inconvenience to deal with later. <br><br>Sitting down, it crossed his mind that he would have to sleep if he was going to train his first pokemon tomorrow. Not to mention that she could probably use some rest as well, if only to truly get rid of the effects of the drugs he used. As he looked at her, he was unbuttoning his jacket. Despite the rain it was reasonably warm this night. The forest working as a natural buffer against the night's cold. He was still wearing a shirt underneath the jacket, he seemed like a military man, or a swat officer. All his equipment high grade and filled with pockets and other useful equipment. Whether or not he had experience as a soldier was another thing, though at least he had the money to buy the best of the best.<br><br>"I will be going to sleep in a matter of moments, Umbreon." Adrian spoke as he stood up again, moving towards his tent to fling in his jacket. "Your reaction to my question, leaves me unable to trust you not to run away, and that leaves me with two options. Either I retreat you and you stay in your pokeball until I need you. Or I tie you on a leash, to make sure you can't run away." He stood up fully again after having thrown his jacket in, his face slightly concerned, probably about her reaction.<br>"Look, you're my pokemon now, and I can't have you run away. I'm going to be strict, and not much forgiving, so you better get used to that. Once you earn my trust, and vice versa, I won't need to take precautions like this anymore." He refrained from telling her she might well be sleeping with him in his tent, and though a slight twitch of his mouth revealed that he thought of something, she couldn't know what. The choice she had to make, still stood though, and Adrian wasn't about to give in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 00:53:40</strong>
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				All she would offer in response to Adrian's comment was a sort of snort, not even bothering to look at him at all. Yeah, she had a very strong spirit. It was how she had managed to remain uncaught...at least until now. Clearly her strong spirit was no match for man-made weapons and such, though. But she was determined to make it very clear to the Trainer that she had no intentions of being easy to control.<br><br>When he moved away from her and back to where he had been sitting, she takes the chance to glance about the area, looking at his camp and wondering where they were. Not to mention, she wanted to know how long she had been out for. The effects of the drugs he used were still lingering, however, and everything was still a little foggy. It was something she didn't like at all. At the thought, she reaches back to rub the spot where the dart had hit her, feeling on a slight ache there. Umbre felt sore all over and somewhat exhausted.<br><br>But she knew it was still raining, which gave her the incentive to begin trying to cleanse herself of the muddy mess covering most of her body. She huffs and starts with her face and ears, rubbing and trying to avoid her eyes. Although it was raining hard enough to help, it wasn't help enough, and she was starting to wonder if she would just have to sit there in the rain until most of it was gone. No... What she needed was a small stream, at least, so that she could bathe herself. That would do the trick. And it would make her feel so much better. She almost began to smile, until reality smacked her and she remembered that she was owned. A growl rises up and she frowns. Not to mention she didn't know exactly where they were, so she wasn't sure if there was a stream nearby.<br><br>With her patience thin, Umbre looks at Adrian as he spoke to her again, still frowning. <strong>“It's Umbre,”</strong> she says, stating her name clearly, though a bit harshly; staring at him intently as he went about doing what he needed. At his options, she growls at him and tenses. Neither option particularly appealed to her, because she was going to be restrained either way it went. Though she knew she was going to have to choose one... Else he would end up choosing for her, which she would rather not have. Considering she hated small, cramped, and enclosed spaces – such as inside a Pokeball – she would have to go with the leashing option. And she was fairly sure that she could figure out some way to get out of it.<br><br>Gritting her teeth a little before answering, and trying to choke back her pride just enough, Umbre stares at Adrian. <strong>“Fine. But if I could have a say... I would prefer the leash,”</strong> she says, never looking away from him. She figured that she didn't have to explain until he asked, if he ever did, so she left it at that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 01:20:38</strong>
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				"Something wrong with a pokeball?" He asked, not expecting an answer. Moving back into his tent to take out a collar a matching leash, he seemed to leave her with a small chance to get away. A closer inspection however, showed that the pokeball matched to her was but a reach of his hand away, clipped to his belt, ready to be used if she showed the slightest intention of leaving. He had already said he couldn't trust her yet, though the bond that forms between a trainer and a pokemon can either be good or bad, it will form eventually. He just hoped his honesty, something she could trust him on showing, would prove to her that he wasn't the baddest sort of man. <br><br>Holding up the collar and leash as soon as he got them, he slowly approached her. Taking his time, giving her a little longer to adjust to the situation she would soon be in. Both his hands in front of his chest, his left holding the collar and his right the end of the leash. It seemed to be made of some synthetic material, black or dark-blue, impossible to see in this low light. Unknown to her yet, it was reinforced with many layers of metal wire. This was an immensely strong leash, made from the same heavy duty materials used to lift tons of cargo or to support climbing marines. Unless she had diamond teeth, she wouldn't get through this. The only other problem he had, was making she she didn't just remove the end of the leash. First things first though, putting it on. <br><br>Squatting in front of her, his face showing that he was still impressed with her body, and probably even more if she wore that collar, he waited until she made herself ready. "You picked this option, hold out your neck and I'll put it on nice and tight." He did exactly that, it wasn't too uncomfortable, but she would be constantly reminded of the leash, and his ownership of her. <br><br>He stood back, looking at her somewhat proud. That collar looked good, and he held the end of the leash in his hand as the proud owner that he was. "If you try to escape, I will need to punish you. You understand this right? This pokeball here," He patted the device on his belt with his free hand. "proves my ownership, and the bond it forges between us." He would leave her some time to let that sink in, and retreat into his tent for the night afterwards. She wouldn't be able to see that he tied the end of the leash around his wrist, and pulling the cord through his sleeve once again around his middle. Running off would wake him instantly, and trying to pry the leash loose was almost impossible. Adrian was certainly a trainer with a sharp mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 02:11:20</strong>
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				Though she had not really expected him to bother asking why she didn't like the Pokeball, Umbre wasn't very surprised. <strong>“I like open space. Enclosed or cramped spaces... I really don't like them,”</strong> she says, answering his question. She had no intention of trying to run away, even though the opportunity had presented itself, watching as he went into his tent for what she could only guess would be her leash. Sitting down to enjoy the rain as she waited, she sighs quietly. She was beginning to wonder if being difficult was going to be a good idea. He wanted trust and seemed to be honest enough. But she was a wild creature, and much too proud. <em>What good would come of always resisting, though?</em> She asks herself. It would only makes things harder on her.<br><br>While Umbre had been thinking about things, Adrian had already begun to approach her with the collar and leash. Blinking, she sighs again to ready herself for something she had never thought would happen, ears and tail twitching. Her eyes move to his face and then to the leash, staring silently as he squatted down in front of her. The look on his face as he looked at her made her frown a little, still making her feel a little unsettled. <em>Humans are so strange...</em>she thinks to herself as she leaned a little closer to allow him to slip the collar onto her. As soon as he had it situated, she reaches up to feel at it, the foreign feeling making her wrinkle her nose. It wasn't as uncomfortable as she thought it would be, but it didn't make her like it any less.<br><br>As he stood up and and looked down at her, she gazed at the leash, following it up to where he held the end in his hand. Without even looking at his face, she could tell he felt proud of himself. She nods to him in understanding in response to what he said, her large ears drooping slightly. <strong>“I understand. I doubt I'll be going anywhere,”</strong> she states, looking away from him as he retreated back into his tent. As she listened to him settling down, Umbre looked up at the sky to try and see the stars, enjoying the rain as it continued to fall down upon her. Until then, she hadn't noticed that most of the mud had started to slide off of her fur, being washed away by the rain, and she smiles a little. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all...<br><br><strong>“Maybe...”</strong> she whispers softly to herself as she lies down, her tail curling around her backside and against her legs. Exhaustion was taking over, combined also with the last of the drugs in her system. She was quite ready to get some rest, eyes closing as she yawned. No sooner than she had closed her eyes, she fell asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 03:07:30</strong>
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				Adrian was listening to her sleep from behind the tough plastic walls of his tent. If not for the constant and by now aggrevating rain, he would have been able to hear far more. It was something special, a pokemon. His first pokemon. He wanted to listen to her breathe as she slept, watch how the wind played with her fur. He wouldn't spoil her, that was for sure. In fact, he might be one of those trainers that punishes first before asking questions. He would be strict, and she needed to obey. But that didn't mean he would not care for her, love her as a trainer does. Perhaps even more than that in due time...<br><br>Though eventually, he would succumb to sleep as well. Lying pretty filthy, having taken his shirt and pants off before he crawled in his sleeping bag. He'd been listening to Umbre on top of it, and deemed it a good time to warm up. Otherwise he'd have a cold in the morning and ruin every attempt at looking strong and dominant. Something he wouldn't chance. <br><br>As morning came and the inside of his tent slowly warmed to the sun's touch, Adrian woke. The dreams that had taking him back and forth to the end of the universe quickly faded from memory and he dressed himself in new clothes before he crawled out of his tent. The rain had stopped somewhere during the night, and the morning had greeted the both of them with a fresh clean air. <br><br>The mud that hadn't washed off of Umbre and Adrian while it rained had caked on, and both of them could use a bath right now. Which was more or less Adrian's plan. As he walked out he was carrying two small cans, preserved food. Putting them down next to the ashy remains of the fire to head back in the tent to grab two plates. "You awake? I've got breakfast, in case you're interested." Preparing the meal was rather easy, and while it wasn't gourmet dinner, it was quality meat with a few herbs to hide the preservatives. <br><br>Adrian himself would sit down and used the combat knife he held hidden in one of his many pockets to eat his meal, the other plate was ready laying next to the remains of the fire. Trying to talk, his mouth not entirely empty yet, while she reacted to his offer of breakfast, he seemed interested in her feel today, possibly how she thought about the leash still on her. "Once we're done, we're both going to need a bath." He said that, as if he had something more in mind, though his face did a good job at hiding what.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 00:25:31</strong>
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				When the sun rose and began to shine down on their camp, it woke Umbre, making her cover her eyes quickly as she opened them. Sitting up after a moment, she yawns and stretches out, grunting softly. Her ears perk up and her tail bushes out, some of the caked on mud falling to the ground around her. Surprisingly enough she had slept more than peacefully throughout the night, even while she had been laying in the rain and covered in filth. And she hadn't dreamed at all from what she could remember.<br><br>Most of the mud had been washed from her fur, though there were still places where it had caked onto her body. She was in desperate need of a bath. Hopefully Adrian would allow her that much. And on that thought, he had walked out of his tent holding what she could presume was food. As if on cue, her stomach began to growl and grumble. Frowning a little, she looks up to watch Adrian moving back to his tent. “Very interested,” she says, nodding quickly to him. As he fixed the meal, she gets up and makes an attempt to shake off the dried mud before moving over to where he sat.<br><br>Scratching lightly around her collar with a soft huff, she moves to sit down opposite from Adrian, reaching out to grab the plate of food. But she freezes as she does, hoping it was okay with him first, even though she knew he had fixed it for her. When she thought it was okay, she reached down and picked up the plate, sniffing at the food on it. The collar and leash were still something she wasn't used to, and she didn't like it all that well. The food in front of her and the grumbling of her stomach turned her attention away from that thought and she began eating, looking up at him at the mention of a bath.<br><br><strong>“I was going to ask you about that after we ate,”</strong> she says after swallowing a mouthful of food. She looks up at him curiously, ears twitching and her tail curling around her body. <strong>“It's a beautiful day,”</strong> she comments quietly before returning to her food. Within several moments, it would be gone, though it wasn't all that surprising considering she hadn't eaten in over 24 hours.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 00:53:28</strong>
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				He smiled a little as she froze, looking up at him showed his smile at that, and would be quickly followed by a nod telling her it was alright. He had put the food down for her, her manners quite acceptable for a recently caught pokemon. Taking longer to finish his own meal, Adrian watched her as she rapidly consumed the meaty breakfast, hers was a hungry one alright. "You were obviously hungry, there'll be more just after noon. I hope you liked it, because you'll be on a special diet in my care. It will keep you in top shape." He commented that just as he finished his last bite. The leash she was still on had quite a bit of leeway as she sat there. About twenty meters length if she had to guess, a little less maybe. Though he could have kept it short, he made sure to leave it on the floor, tied to his wrist instead of holding it, perhaps a small notion of trust?<br><br>Picking up both plates and putting them back in his tent before he locked the end with a simple lock, Adrian seemed to be intent on leaving for that bath he mentioned. A towel slung over his shoulder, or perhaps two, she couldn't see it very well and he had a small plastic bag on his arm. The latter probably contained human washing products and tools, though it could contain all manner of things. <br><br>He took her to a small lake nearby, a beautiful tiny space in the forest. It could hardly be called a lake actually, though the waterfall reaching just a few feet high made it more than a pond. A wide area in a small river was all it was, but it was the perfect place for washing. A human in the area would scare off any pokemon, especially since he wasn't going around as stealthy as he had done the night before. And Umbreon, much due to the leash, didn't have a choice but to follow, though a bath was something she wouldn't have passed up anyway. <br><br>Not showing a great deal of shame, he undressed rather easily, eventually leaving nothing but his black boxers on. Taking the leash off his wrist for but a moment, a moment well planned as he kept it firmly in his hands the entire process. His motions invited her to join him as he stepped into the edge of the lake. The twisting of his face showing that it was much colder than he had anticipated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 01:34:57</strong>
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				Umbre, quite interested in her breakfast, had barely given Adrian any notice after commenting on how beautiful the day was, much too consumed in eating to notice how he watched her. But as he spoke to her, all of her attention was drawn to him again as she had finished the meal. Listening to him as he talked, she nods a little, her tongue darting out to catch any food that might have gotten on her face. As he took the plates and got up to take them back to his tent, she studies the leash he had her connected to, looking at it curiously, and also taking note of the fact that there was a decent amount of slack. He was giving her space...<br><br>As Adrian locked the tent, she slowly stood, looking around the camp for a moment before returning her gaze to him. She noticed the items he was carrying, looking at them with every ounce of curiosity she had, ears twitching. Without any sort of prompting, Umbre followed behind him quietly as he led the way to the small lake where she assumed they would be bathing. It was well needed, with as dirty as they both were. The sight of the sparkling water made a small smile appear and she was more than excited to get in the water. The only thing that bothered her was the leash and the sun... She very much preferred dusk and night time to the morning and day. But she was getting a bath, and that was all that mattered at the moment.<br><br>Still quiet, she watched as Adrian began to undress himself, noticing how he only left one article of clothing on. Her gaze moves away from him and back to the water again, her tail seeming to sway a little. But her gaze is drawn back to the Trainer once more as he started into the water and motioned her to follow. That was all she needed, pretty much bolting passed him to dive into the water with an excited yip. The colder temperature of the water would barely bother her thanks to her fur, but as she surfaced and turned to look at Adrian, she saw that he wasn't expecting it.<br><br>Laughing a bit, Umbre dips back underneath the water and swims about a little, enjoying feeling the water against her body. Resurfacing again, she takes a look at Adrian to see if he had moved any further in, beginning to rub her front paws over her body, anxious to wash the mud and dirt from her beautiful coat, water sliding down from her ears and head. Even though the cold water didn't bother her, it did make her pink little nipples harden. However, she paid no attention to that small fact, just happy enough to be able to bathe herself and hopefully also get a chance to swim before they headed back to camp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 02:04:44</strong>
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				He watched her as she jumped in, glad that she didn't need much convincing. They both needed a bath, Adrian probably more than Umbre, since he didn't have half of the rain she had. Though it would do the both of them good. It didn't take too long for him to adjust to it, though moving about and keeping sure that leash didn't get stuck behind rocks or branches was a bit of a problem. He managed though, and decided that a dive would probably be better than slowly an agonisingly lower himself into the water. His midsection was the part he feared getting under most, though as he splashed under the surface the full sensation of the cold water prickling his skin provided enough distraction. <br><br>Taking his time, having left both the bag and the two now more clearly visible towel, he washed himself with his hands. Rubbing the filth off of himself after he had taken the time to watch his umbreon. She looked fantastic he thought, the fact that she was his more than likely factoring into that account. But that didn't change the fact that is was very much his opinion. Especially as the water trickled down from her ears over her face, he would remember that, as well as her erect, pink nipples he admitted to himself with a lecherous smile. <br><br>Finally done both washing and enjoying himself in the water, he walked out towards the towels. Sitting himself down on the remainder of a once proud tree which served well to keep him above the dirt-ridden soil. The towel was more than effective at drying him, and the second was obviously for her to use if she needed it. Taking the liberty of&nbsp; using the towel as a makeshift bath screen, he was able to change his undergarments without making a scene. Finally sitting down with his boots and pants on, he allowed his upper body to bask in the sun for a while as he watched his pokemon. "Thats enough for now," He finally called, giving her ample time to wash herself, and even play a little. "Once you're reasonably dry, I'll groom you." Adrian said as he took a brush from the bag he had with him. "It will be good for your fur. If you cooperate, I won't have to punish you." He added finally with a serious face. It was obvious he would rather groom her, though somehow it almost seemed as if he would be glad with either choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 03:46:56</strong>
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				Umbre made a quick chore of getting herself clean, her fur shining a lustrous black with all of the mud gone and the water slicking down her coat. She looked a great deal more beautiful clean than she did beforehand. Curiously, she watches Adrian as he bathed, wading effortlessly in the water several feet away from him. After several minutes of watching the Trainer she goes back to swimming, going out a little further from the shore only to swim closer again, only to repeat it; it became a pattern.<br><br>While enjoying herself in the water, swimming for the first time in a long time, she hadn't noticed Adrian getting out of the water to dry himself off. She kept her swimming pattern in the water, but eventually made it into a figure eight. It really had been a while since she had last had this much fun. It even allowed her to forget, for a while, that she was now owned by a Trainer. Until Adrian called out to her from where he rested.<br><br>Stopping where she was, Umbre wiped the water from her eyes and peered at him from the water, wading slowly to keep herself afloat. At hearing his words, her large ears droop low, water dripping from them. She wanted to continue swimming, because she was having fun. The look on her face showed that she was thinking about whether or not she was going to obey and get out of the lake. She hesitated, barely even caring about his promise of punishment should she not cooperate. The way she looked at it, swimming a little longer would be worth it. <strong>“Just a few more minutes,”</strong> she says and, instead of moving toward him to get out, she dove underneath the water to try and get a few more minutes to swim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 04:13:48</strong>
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				She might have gotten away with that, if Adrian wasn't the man he was. She might have gotten away with it, if she weren't leashed. He dropped the brush as he looked at his wrist, the dark-blue leash tied around it had quite some slack before he reached her, and he was contemplating whether or not to actually give her those few more minutes. Then his brows set firm and determination came over him. She was His pokemon, not the other way around. He'd given her ample time to play while he could have been training her. He wanted strong pokemon, smart pokemon, effective and loyal pokemon who could hold their own in a fight, even one not bound by the ritual rules. <br><br>Standing up, he pulled the leash, it took two or three pulls before he got to the length where she would feel it. A harsh tug on her throat, obviously the collar wasn't headed where she was going. Her instincts would force her to the surface, his jerks on the leash would force her towards him. A struggle to keep upright as he pulled at her leash and collar would end her up at his feet. His face stern, a mixture between anger and disappointment, rounded off with a dose of restraint. He had to do this right, otherwise she would either hate him or think him weak. Both were out of the question. She was his first pokemon, she had to be perfect, an example to the ones who would follow.<br><br>"I gave you time to play while we could have been on our way, I wanted to groom you, take care of you. But this is what you do? You disobey a direct order? I wish I hadn't told you I was going to punish you if you didn't cooperate, because now I will have to, and you, will, let, me." He wasn't done yet, he was just taking a small pause. His breath rapid, if he'd gone on he might have ended in screaming, his voice barely contained how he felt. His eyes burned, she would see it, he wanted to be her trainer, and she his pokemon. Their bond was already forming, and this punishment, would either strengthen or break it. The latter he was hoping to avoid, the only reason for his restraint that was left.<br><br>Picking up the towel he'd hung over a branch to dry and drenching it in the water from the small lake all the while looking at Umbre, he made himself ready. She may or may not have realised it, but as he twisted the heavy, wet, cloth he had made himself a makeshift whip. "Stand up, be proud! Show me that you understand what this is for. You ARE my pokemon, I can't watch you disobey my direct orders and do nothing." Her ass would be the target of his makeshift whip, her self-chosen stance determining how and where he could hit her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 04:47:26</strong>
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				Umbre knew that it was a mistake to disobey Adrian...but she had only wanted a few more minutes to enjoy herself. When she felt the first rough tug on the collar, she almost inhaled water, rushing quickly to the surface, gasping and coughing. And she didn't have much time to respond after that, feeling him jerking her closer until she was kneeling down at his feet, coughing again and trying to get a decent breath. When she finally looked up at him, her paw to her throat, the look on his face almost startled her. She had never seen a human angry...<br><br>With every word and the tone of his voice as he spoke, she nearly flinched each time, her tail tucking between her legs and her ears drooping low. Regret quickly settled in her mind as she remained kneeling, unable to look away from Adrian, even though she really wanted to. She knew that he was very serious about punishing her, and she didn't want that. And all of this over a few extra minutes to swim. She could only imagine what he would've done to her the night previous, when she had thought about trying to escape.<br><br>As he moved to grab one of the towels, Umbre watched him intently with widened eyes, watching as he drenched it in the water and then twisted it. She had absolutely no clue what he intended to do and she really wasn't anywhere near ready to find out. She actually cringed as he yelled, frozen to the spot and unable to move, though she very strongly desired to. Her heart was hammering as she remained in the same stance, staring up at him. But a sudden burst of bravery made her jump to her feet and turn to try and run away from him, her mind instinctively returning to the fight or flight response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 05:12:10</strong>
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				Adrian stood baffled for a moment, he hadn't realised he had been so intimidating that she'd rather run that try to fight. He expected her to fight, really, seeing as she was a strong pokemon. In a fleeting moment he felt a little proud to have scared her like that, but soon realised this wasn't the time to stroke his own ego. With the fear induced speed Umbre ran with, the leash quickly ran out, and Adrian braced himself for what was coming. He didn't want to jerk her back while she ran so fast, that might seriously injure her. So instead he stood ready to slowly apply force to restraining the leash. With her speed though, it would still be a most uncomfortable moment when Adrian held fast, the leash snapping tight and the collar effectively stopping her neck in place while her body wanted to go onwards. <br><br>A fall was most likely to ensue, and her disorientation was soon to follow. Adrian had dropped the towel, no longer directly needed it became more a nuisance than a help. He slowly walked over to her, pulling in the leash as he came closer, shortening her effective space. A dozen or so feet from her, he squatted. Hoping she wouldn't panic from his approach. His yes had changed, not angry any more. He was still determined, perhaps even still determined to punish her. Though now he felt it was his duty, not his anger, that required it. <br><br>"Umbre," He tried with a relatively calm voice, and waited till she calmed down a bit. Standing up, looking at her from his vantage point, he told her what she had to hear. "You're my first pokemon. I don't want to break my word to you, do you understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 05:34:48</strong>
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				One moment, Umbre had been running from Adrian, adrenaline pumping through her veins in her attempt to get away. And the next moment, she found herself flat on her back on the ground, neck aching furiously and her vision swimming from her current disorientation. Blinking, she groans softly and slowly sits up, remembering much too late that he still had her on a leash. Reaching up, she rubs at her neck lightly and then tries to take her collar off, pulling and tugging with all that she had.<br><br>She was so absorbed in trying to free herself of the damned contraption that she didn't notice Adrian walking up behind her. She didn't understand why it wouldn't come off, getting quickly frustrated and growling in a feral fashion, though nowhere near giving up. Continuing to struggle with the collar, she tugs on it again, trying to find any possible way to remove it from around her neck. Her throat was still aching and the rush of adrenaline was beginning to slow, though it only added to her strength. The strength which didn't seem to be helping at the moment.<br><br>When she heard Adrian's voice, Umbre stiffened a little, her tail bushing out much more than usual and her ears twitching back. In response to his question, she growled, the fight in her rising up quickly. She was done trying to run away. It was a very weak reaction from her, which now only fueled her anger and fight response. Going back on what she had promised herself, she decided that she was going to make this as hard for him as possible. He wanted his first Pokemon, and with the first comes all of the training and the new experiences. She wasn't a lower level Pokemon that would be relatively easy to control, and she definitely wasn't about to make it easy on him. Again, she growls, slowly standing to face him, eyes full of anger and frustration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 06:01:02</strong>
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				So she did have some fight in her, that didn't matter. Adrian had said what he was going to do, and he wouldn't take back his words. One way or another, she was going to get punished. Now that she seemed ready to fight him it would be more just than ever. She was his pokemon, and she'd better get used to it fast because it wasn't going to change.<br><br>"Are you sure about resisting me? Because I will not give in. I promised you punishment, and you'll get it." She had spilled her best chance to escape while he was bathing with her, he wasn't wearing the belt that held her pokeball at the time. Though now, that little sphere was easily within reach, all the power he needed. Taking it off his belt in an instant, all she saw was a bright red flash before she was inside that thing again. Her leash off and everything seemed for naught. But that wasn't it, she could feel that she was being pulled back already. The electrical signals from his brain sending messages to the pokeball through his fingers, she was out of it again as the red energy brought her outside. In her disorientation he was upon her, his hands quickly tying the leash around her arms, pulling them tightly behind her back. The collar had found its way back to her neck again, his control of the pokeball sending her back into the correct position, its automated systems taking care of the rest, making sure no matter got intertwined. <br><br>She would be at his mercy in a few moments, from the first flash to the binding of her hands would have taken a few seconds, her adrenaline no use at all. "I will say it again, Umbre. You are my pokemon, and I will stand by my word as a trainer; You will be punished. Are you ready now, to accept that?" He was standing over her, forcing her on her knees below him. Her legs might be able to kick him, but would that be the right thing to do? Avoiding punishment and attacking her master were two very different things. "I know you can hurt me right now, you can kick me. At the very best you'll break my leg, and you'll be back in your pokeball before I even hit the ground. Do you want to attack your Trainer, is that how you want this to work?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 02:23:09</strong>
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				With another growl, Umbre began to lunge towards Adrian, strong legs pushing her upward quickly. The next thing she knew, however, was that she was inside a Pokeball. With her frustration and anger still building, she kicks and fights against the small, confined space. This was just as futile as trying to get her collar off several minutes ago, but she <em>really</em> hated enclosed spaces. Though it didn't stop her from trying. She then felt herself being called back out again, disorientation made her hesitate; she still wasn't used to being called in and out of the Pokeball.<br><br>In the cloud of confusion, she could feel something wrapping around her arms as they were pulled tight behind her back. Jerking around, she tries to free her arms, the disorientation quickly fading and clearing her mind. Growling loudly, she continues to jerk around in her failing attempts to free her arms, wincing as she pulled the wrong way. She was hardly aware of Adrian speaking to her, not that she really would've bothered to listen anyhow. But her every instinct was in high gear.<br><br>When Adrian forced her down to her knees in front of him, Umbre struggled about to try and avoid it. Her breathing was fast and erratic and her eyes were narrowed and a deep red hue, instead of their usual light pinkish-red color. She answers his question, without hesitation, with a loud feral growl, showing she wasn't going to cooperate. If it came down to her attacking him...then that is what would happen. Whatever she did from this point on was purely instinctive, in an effort to 'save' herself. It was the wildness in her. He was going to need all the luck he could get in training her and getting her to learn to obey. Especially after this...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 02:45:32</strong>
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				This wasn't going as planned, she was too fierce. In his mind the perfect pokemon had stood proud and taken the punishment she deserved. Disobeying her trainer, and forced to understand this, resulted in her accepting the punishment. But this was reality, not some dream or fantasy. He had to make her understand, and punish her as he promised. Yet at the same time he didn't want to ruin the bond developing between trainer and pokemon. <br><br>Sweat dripped off his brow, the small struggle sending adrenaline and the usual messages of exertion to his brain. He wasn't tired by a long-shot, though she was a pokemon. Built athletic, with strong legs. She was relatively calm right now as he stood over her, holding her down on her knees. Though he judged her capable of quite a bit of damage to his legs if she chose to kick with her full strength. Perhaps, Adrian thought as his hand slipped to the injector hidden in his belt, he just had to drug her. It would make her slow, sluggish, and calm her down a bit. Perhaps he could, reason, with her then. It seemed like the best option, and she might well be easier to manipulate in that sluggish state of mind. In the very least, she would be able to listen to him.<br><br>Taking out the small, pistol shaped injector and pressing the tip against the end of her back, Adrian wasted little time in injecting her. She would feel a pinprick, the adrenaline might even wash the pain away before she became aware of it. The drug wasn't nearly as aggressive as the one he used to knock her out. Its effects only slowly becoming evident. She would feel far less rage and energy, as the contents battled the effects of the adrenaline. Sending chemicals into her bloodstream that would tell her brain to relax, almost sleep really. Though she wouldn't lose consciousness because of it. Eventually she would just be slow, weak, perhaps a little tired. She might feel flushes of heat through her cheeks and body, because of the adrenaline that was still present. In the very least, it would calm her down a little. <br><br>Adrian didn't wait for the effects to start as he spoke; "Listen to me, Umbre. What are you doing? You know who I am, and you know what you are. I am your trainer, and you are my pokemon. Stop fighting me. Your life in the wild is the past. Your present, and future, lie in my care."<br><br>He didn't push her further, he didn't pull her hands. All he did was keep her in that position, waiting for the drug to start and make her manageable. She would calm down and become sluggish, perfect for him to work with. She would listen to him, and he would make her answer, and understand just how her new life worked. And, naturally, there was still the punishment he owed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 03:54:09</strong>
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				Umbre couldn't see or discern what Adrian was doing, being held down on her knees and facing away from him. Her ears twitch to try and listen, almost straining to tell what was going on. Her arms continued to struggle to get free and she growls again. She was calming slightly, not being able to move much in her restrained state. But she was no less angry and frustrated than she had been, considering everything that was going on. She was a wild Pokemon! <em>You used to be...</em><br><br>While she had been trying to listen for any sound that Adrian made, Umbre heard something, the sound of him pulling something from his belt. She didn't know what it was. And as she felt the prick against her back, she jerked away from him with a snarl. It had suddenly reminded her of what she had so quickly forgotten... The prick felt the same as when she had been shot with the dart, before she had passed out, only to come to on the ground at his camp – as a captured Pokemon, instead of a free one. The thought enraged her even more, but oddly her body felt as if it were starting to relax.<br><br>She growls and attempts, once more, to free her arms from their bound state, though with no luck yet again. As the injected drug began to take effect, she could feel the adrenaline slowly easing away and her body became even more relaxed. There seemed to be a slight haze over her mind. When she heard him speak again, she huffs loudly, but as the drug worked into her system, she found that she was listening to what he was saying. She closes her eyes a moment, her lithe form shuddering slightly, visibly, as she began to slump down a bit. Everything felt like...it was smoothing out. All of her rage and agitation was slowly ebbing away. The drug was working just as Adrian hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 04:19:48</strong>
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				Adrian had been keeping his calm, he didn't want to hurt this pokemon more than he had to. She deserved to be punished, years of indoctrination had made him believe this. Though, he probably would have wanted to punish her regardless. His dominant nature was perfect for a pokemon trainer, though he might well take the training further than the average person. He wanted the best from his pokemon, and Umbre right now, wasn't doing what he thought was the best. Luckily, he wasn't unreasonable, she would learn and improve, if he taught her well.<br><br>Slowly, he would unwind the leash he'd tied around her hands. His voice accompanying his efforts. "Calm down Umbre, I understand that you're upset and I realise that this may seem both hostile and unnecessary. But you are my pokemon, whether you've realised this already or not. You might as well start to like it, because it isn't changing anytime soon." <br><br>Having untied her hands, he slowly held her wrists and brought her hands apart to make sure she didn't make any sudden moves. Not that that was very likely at this point, Adrian simply loved the control as well. Leaving her hands at her side, he walked around her, the leash brushing against Umbre's shoulder as it followed her Trainer. <br><br>"Are you going to listen to me know, Umbre? Will you listen, and realise that you're my pokemon, and I'm your trainer? Because I promised you, that I would punish you if you disobeyed. And you chose to do exactly that." <br><br>He squatted in front of her, to look her in the eye. It was obvious he was dead serious about this, and that his efforts until now to restrain her were not just in self-defence. "Tell me Umbre, are you going to listen to me now, or do I have to force you to listen like a bad dog?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 13:32:57</strong>
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				Umbre continued to gradually slump down even more, every part of her body feeling weaker. The haze in her mind kept her from being able to follow one continuous train of thought, such as her wondering what was happening and why she was feeling weak and calm. She felt the pressure easing on her wrists and arms as he unwound the leash, her tail swishing slowly and lazily from side to side in response, and she listens as he begins to talk. She was in such a degrading position. So embarrassing...<br><br>Ears perking slightly, she listens as he moves about, barely noticing as he untied her arms and then slowly let her wrists go to move to her sides. Her head turned a bit as she felt the leash brush against her shoulder. Blinking quickly, Umbre looks to Adrian, her mind and body calmed and relaxed as she continued to slowly slump down. She grunts quietly at his questions, pinkish-red eyes watching the Trainer as he squatted down in front of her.<br><br>Keeping eye contact, she squints a little, trying to make sense of what he was saying. She could tell he was serious, no doubt about it, mostly by the tone of his voice and what she could make of the look on his face as she stared back at him. His last comment, however, pulled a disgruntled and not so happy growl from her. <em>A dog...? I am no dog!</em> <strong>“I don't...like it...”</strong> she mumbles out, closing her eyes and lowering her head slowly, ears tweaking slightly. Being so relaxed had her thrown off. It was just too unnatural feeling. And by this time, most of her rage was gone, along with her adrenaline and her relaxed state was perfect to keep her irritation at bay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 17:26:12</strong>
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				"You don't, like it?" Apparently the drug had a little more effect than Adrian had wished for, though this was better than a rampaging pokemon. He would just have to make the best of it, and while she wasn't much of a threat in this condition, she wasn't very responsive either. Time to get her attention. <br><br>Adrian grabbed her upper arms forcing her to look at him. She could still evade his look if she tried hard enough, though the drugs might persuade her to just go along with it. Her spirit was still there, slowly being buried underneath a chemical blanket.&nbsp; <br><br>"You don't like it? You don't like your trainer, your new life, or this situation?" Adrian sighed, it wasn't going perfect alright, he'd gotten that far. But he had to make her understand, whether she liked it or not. "I don't like the fact that my pokemon thinks she doesn't have to obey her trainer either. I don't like that my pokemon fights me. And I certainly don't like the fact that my pokemon tried to fight me!" His voice was loud enough to warrant a reaction in itself, the fact that he tried to keep eye contact might force her to focus more. He was getting sick of hearing her drift around the punishment she's still got in store for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 04:04:58</strong>
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				Umbre certainly didn't like any of it... But at the moment, she really didn't like being so calm and relaxed. Despite everything she tried, she just couldn't get herself to snap out of it. When Adrian grabbed her and forced her to look at him, her nose wrinkles and her eyes narrow. Although, with the chemically induced haze she was in, it turned out more cute than anything else. She just sat there and stared at him, ears tweaking in a lazy fashion while her nose remained slightly wrinkled.<br><br>At his barrage of questions, she huffs and shakes her head. They were all asked too quickly and her mind couldn't keep up. And even in her current state, his tone made her try to pull away from him, though weakly and in a completely futile attempt. Instead, she opts for just turning her face away. He was being too loud for her taste and she only wanted to tune him out. Suddenly, she yawns widely, ears twitching backwards for a moment before they sprang forward once again. If he thought that yelling and getting mean was going to make her pay attention...then Adrian was in for a rude awakening. Even drugged, she was already proving to still be difficult.<br><br>Wrinkling her nose again, she makes a sound like a whimper, legs kicking lightly as she felt the sudden need to stretch. But with him holding her as he was, she couldn't do much, keeping her face turned away from his so that he couldn't keep eye contact. She was uncomfortable, being forced to stay in one position, and she just wanted to lie down and try to rest. The relaxing properties of the drugs he injected her with were working too well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 16:09:02</strong>
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				The drugs were indeed working too well, it might have been the combination of these drugs along with the drugs he used to knock her out. But that didn't matter. It was not something he had no solution for, there was something that would get her attention even in this state. And as he let go of her hands with a sigh she might well try to take a nap right there and then. But she wouldn't be able to run off to dreamland before he'd taken her pokeball from his belt. <br><br>Holding it up in the air with a stone cold face, Adrian looked at her. Whether she'd seen it and realised it already didn't matter, he was in control, and this tiny sphere proved it. "I know you don't like a lot of things, and this one is among them. Now you are going to pay attention, or I'll just lock you in there and leave you until you will pay attention. Is that clear?" His voice was remarkably calm in contrast to his yelling earlier, though his face showed that he was still quite angry with her. A pokemon that doesn't obey her Master ought to be punished, but that is useless unless she understands the punishment. <br><br>He would sit there, across her. In time the cute wrinkling of her nose would form a pleasant memory, though right now it was unimportant and had to be dismissed until their relation became clear. He was her Trainer and Master, and she was his Pokemon. And in time, if she behaved herself, she might become more than that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 22:26:38</strong>
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				Adrian was more than right about Umbre wanting to just lay down and go to sleep. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion and her head and mind felt heavy. A nice nap seemed in order and was very much welcomed. But as she began to slowly tilt to the side, she heard a sound. It was a bit loud, making her wince and her ears tweak sharply. Wrinkling her nose, she looks up slowly to the Trainer before her, blinking slowly.<br><br>All she could really do, given her current state of mind, was stare quite stupidly at the Pokeball that Adrian held in his hand. The look on his face slowly registered in her mind, and she knew he was serious. But she didn't know for what... She expels her breath heavily and loudly through her nose and she frowns up at him. <strong>“I..jus wanna...go en sleep, nap...trired en....”</strong> she trails off, speech incoherent and slurred, her eyelids drooping closed just as her ears began to droop as well.<br><br>Try as he might, Umbre wasn't going to pay any attention. Pokeball or no Pokeball, leash or no leash, collar or no collar... None of that mattered to her at the present time, with the state she was in. The drugs were rampaging through her system and mixing with what was left from the others from the night before. Maybe he would take note of this and try to be more careful in the future... Because he wasn't getting anywhere with the entire ordeal and would have to wait and try again when the drugs had exited her system completely. Or at least enough that she was coherent and not trying to flat out pass out on the ground.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 23:11:20</strong>
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				He sighed, his words had gone on deaf ears. His nature had gotten the better of him, and realising too late that the drugs from yesterday might well still be in her system had proved a crushing blow to his plans for today. Though all that mean was that he had a lengthy wealth of time to ensure that she would not escape her punishment a second time. <br><br>She would sleep in her pokeball, he decided, and red flashed across the grim look on his face as Umbre was called back into her temporary home. She wouldn't notice much, perhaps that she got confined in the pokeball again, but her sleep would come fast and take her conciousness away from her. <br><br>Adrian took the time to get fully dressed again, breaking up his camp and setting off on a cross country hike. He hoped to reach an area Umbre hadn't been in before. Route 123, that where he was headed, and it wasn't too far off from the edge of wilderness to the beaten path. Though As the sun reached it peak point up in the sky, Adrian realised he wouldn't make it before night fell. <br><br>Taking a detour instead, finding a good spot in the wilderness to set up his camp just as dusk fell, he would be done at the edge of night. Umbreon, Umbre, would sleep in her pokeball, the drug induced rest would take long, though she would likely wake early this morning, just as Adrian would. He wasn't unprepared though, setting up his camp was a process that involved various stages. One of which was fixing up a heavy net of ropes between two conveniently placed trees. <br><br>With a little effort, he would be able to control the pokeball in such a way that Umbre spawned inside the web. Nicely constricted, arms and legs spread, body in a position perfect for viewing, even though plenty of the ropes got in the way. To Adrian, that might be better even. He called her out just as he had planned, she would likely be awake already, or the jolt would wake her. <br><br>"Now," He started, a wicked grin appearing on his face. "Do you remember where we left of?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:19:52</strong>
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				Umbre was out before she knew it, hardly even aware of anything else as it was anyhow. The effect of the drugs made sure that she was so out of the loop that she didn't even know when Adrian called her back into her Pokeball, falling into complete unconsciousness. There wasn't even a hint of any movement, and she wasn't even aware that they were on the move to another location. The only certain thing was that she did not dream at all, the drug induced haze over her mind and body preventing any sort of thing forming.<br><br>The next thing she could tell, Umbre was jolted awake suddenly, jerked back into her mind again, though everything was still hazy like and out of focus. It took her a moment to gain more of her senses, ears tweaking and tail bushing up. That's when she realized that something wasn't right; she was spread out, but suspended off of the ground. Instantly, she panics, squirming and trying to get herself free, even though she didn't know what was going on or where she even was for that matter. <em>What in the hell is going on...?</em><br><br>Upon hearing Adrian's voice, she scowls and halts her efforts, not even caring at the moment that she was strung up and fully exposed for all to see. Her anger was taking root again and she struggles against the web she was constricted within, muscles straining in her efforts. <strong>“Let me go! I don't care!”</strong> she snarls out, fur standing on end along her back and down to her tail. She definitely was not a happy camper....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:33:23</strong>
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				Adrian's smile waned quickly, his face focussing before he called back to her. "I do, Umbreon. And that is more than enough reason for you to follow suit." He turned back, walking over to the flat rock he'd chosen to display his equipment on. Umbre could only see a few of the items from her position, and trying to look forced the ropes into uncomfortable places. Her breasts weren't covered at all, as was normal with her, though moving around would press them forward or flat underneath the many ropes. It would not be comfortable, but quite a spectacle for those here to see. <br><br>The three items she could see were more rope, a small plastic bag with powder, and something which looked a pen. He had taken something from beyond her range of vision, it seemed a leather strap of some sort. Thick and as wide as the palm of his hand. Tiny holes marred the centre of the speciality whip, and as he walked over to her he let if fall into the palm of his hand with ominous claps. He did not smile, though he knew he would like this. His body spurred him on, a rise building in his pants, though not enough to show, yet. <br><br>"This is your last chance Umbre, you disobeyed my commands. You can either listen to me, and take your rightful punishment. Or I will make you." His looks was stern, there was no aggression in his voice, he was simply stating the facts. The night's rest had done wonders for him, he knew what he had to do and how to do it. She had no choice but easy or hard, both would work in his favour, eventually.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:03:34</strong>
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				Feeling panicked once again, Umbre returns to fighting against the ropes that held her in place, growling and using all she had to do anything she could. After a moment, she had noticed that he had walked away and she strains to try and see where he went. She winces, however, as ropes pressed over her breasts and she growls once more, frowning. She still didn't understand what was going on, except the fact she was pretty sure he was still intent on punishing her for disobeying.<br><br>When she saw what he had held in his hands, her eyes became wide, ears tweaking back as she stares down at him. But she absolutely refused to be intimidated or scared. She growls loudly and snarls, making sure to let him know that he wasn't going to scare her. No matter what items he tried to use, she was determined not to break down. If she was going to fight, she was going to make everything count and worth the effort.<br><br>As she heard him speak again, Umbre starts to struggle, tugging and straining herself to get free. She chose to ignore everything he said to her, growling and bucking. Wishing she could be free of the whole thing, she cries out in aggravation, listening as it echoed around them, still struggling with the ropes surrounding her. It was all in vain, she knew that, but she refused to go down without any sort of fight. It wasn't in her to lie down and just take it. If there was a chance to change it, even a small one, she would take it. The way she reasoned now, if he was so bent on punishing her...then so be it. <em>Bring it on.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:28:17</strong>
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				"You brought this upon yourself Umbre." He spoke slowly as he took position, the leather raised high before he let it crack on her upper right leg. A large red welt would form under her coat of fur. He looked up, listened for her reaction. Hoping she would mewl, and if she didn't she would in the end. Her whole body was exposed in front of him, he could hit her anywhere. Anywhere...<br><br>"If you'd just listened to me, I could have gone easy on you." A crack on her left upper leg, quickly followed be another right next to it. "I could have spanked you once or twice, a symbolic punishment. But you refused." He lifted the leather again, letting it come down on her upper right arm instead of her leg, three hits in a row right next to eachother. Her muscles would be twitching after that for sure, and her body would likely force itself into the ropes even more uncomfortably if she tried to get away from Adrian's cruel works. <br><br>"Now I will have to show you, what it means to cross your trainer." He walked around to her back, her head couldn't even turn to follow him, though she could quickly feel him touch her tail. Trace its length with his hand, almost petting it, sensually tracing it from the small of her back to the very tip. He wouldn't even let her pull it away, grabbing it forcefully if she tried and finishing as she calmed down. <br><br>Taking hold of the side of her cheek with his left hand, the same hand that held her tail just before, he whispered in her lengthy ears. "I enjoy this Umbreon, but I wish I didn't. Bear it, become my pokemon." Just as he finished, his hand pulled her tail away from her finely shaped bottom. The leather pulled back before slamming into those athletic curves over and over again. Six hits after another, crossing red welts would form, and they might even show through her skin. Depending on her state, this might be enough, he walked over to her front and reviewed the effects of his work. She would determine if this was enough or not, her demeanour would.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 03:30:20</strong>
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				As soon as she saw Adrian raise his arm, she tensed, not really knowing where to expect the first hit. As the leather smacked down against her body, she winces and bites down hard to grit her teeth against the pain, blatantly refusing to make a sound. But the look on her face was enough to tell that she was in pain. And she knew that he would hit her anywhere he could, now that she was so fully exposed to him, free to be struck in any place without her being able to do a damned thing about it.<br><br>The next few strikes against her body made her growl lowly and wince in pain, eyes closing tight and jaw clenching even tighter. Her legs could take the abuse, they were strong enough. But when he struck against her arm, she couldn't help but utter a heart-wrenched and painful yelp and whimper, not expecting it to hurt so bad. She tries to move back, away from him, but she knew he could move closer to her and would only strike her more. It was futile to attempt to move away, knowing she was stuck there to be subjected to such punishment. Adrian was right, however, that she had brought this upon herself.<br><br>When the Trainer moved around to her back, Umbre was in an instant panic, not knowing what to expect and really not wanting to be struck against her back or backside. The worst he could do was to harm her tail in some form or fashion. Her panic eased slightly as she felt him...petting her tail...? It knocked her off guard, to feel his hand so sensually caressing her bushy tail, but she still flinched nonetheless. The next thing that she didn't expect, either, was him whispering into one of her ears, his hand so intimately placed against her cheek. In her chest, her heart was hammering and her eyes were wide. Though she was in decent pain from her first set of strikes, she didn't let it show all that much that she was in pain. She was determined to try and keep some of her pride throughout all of this, even if it was just a small sliver.<br><br>What happened next, she had hoped would not happen, and she was half expecting it and half not. As he pulled her tail away from her body, she thought that he was going to caress it as before, but she could hear the whistle of the leather as he brought it down against her rear and she cries out loudly in pain, her restrained, toned body arching away as she whimpered from the stinging. And before she knew it, he had struck her several more times, each time making her cry out despite her best efforts to remain silent and strong. The stinging was enough to make her wince and writhe, and tears had gathered in her eyes, her jaw clenching in her attempt to keep from sobbing. She made sure to keep from looking at him, refusing to let him see the tears of pure pain glittering in her eyes as she slumped down, sagging as she was displayed so openly before him. Her tail, after being released immediately swept between her legs as she trembled there. This in itself should've been enough to alert Adrian that he made his point. Never before in her life had she ever experienced such degradation or pain, even in a fight against another Pokemon. After this, she didn't think she had any pride left. It would certainly be a miracle if she did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 03:45:09</strong>
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				He was reviewing her, her turned face, her tears, her tail clinging to her backside instinctively. His choice of punishment had been effective, though just how effective he would still have to find out. The other items he had laid out might not even be necessary, well, not all of them in any case. Taking another step forward, to show her that it was time to pay attention, he spoke. His voice loud but not yelling, stern though not cold. <br><br>"This is what happens when you disobey your rightful trainer, Umbre." He paid special attention to use her name instead of her pokemon type. "You could have had a far more bearable punishment, but you resisted and I had to resort to this." He gave her the time to let it sink in, turning round on the spot and putting the leather stretch back the the rock he had displayed his equipment on. Wondering whether he would do right to take another item back with him right now, or that he should wait, trust her to listen now. He hoped she would, even though he enjoyed this thoroughly, hearing her cries and seeing her hurt. He did not want to ruin her, turn her into a feral beast who could never love him as her trainer. <em>And more,</em> his mind insisted on adding. <br><br>Finally coming back to his pokemon hanging in the ropes, Adrian had not brought another item yet. It would be a short walk to get one now, and it might scare her off if he seemed ready to resume straight away. "Now you have that same choice Umbre. Do you listen to your trainer, or will you resist and suffer the consequences?" He waited a short while, but would not allow her to answer easily to this question. "I want a well formed answer, take your time to think. Use the correct terms, and tell me; Will you obey?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 04:40:17</strong>
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				Umbre trembled as she hung there, wishing that she wasn't so openly exposed to him, both physically and emotionally, from where the tears started to roll down the fur of her face. His punishment was more than effective. It did what he wanted. She had thought that she was much stronger than what she was, but this showed her exactly how much she lacked. Despite the fact that she didn't want him to see her tears, Umbre looked at Adrian as he began to speak to her. Slowly, she nods to him, ears drooping low and her tail remaining tucked between her legs.<br><br>For a moment, she watches as he turned and walked back to the rock where his equipment was laid out and he lays down the leather stretch. Each place where he had struck her was still stinging horribly and a fresh set of tears welled up in her eyes when she moved the wrong way, crying out softly as the pain tore through her backside. She whimpers, trying not to move anymore even though she was uncomfortable spread out as she was.<br><br>When Adrian returned to stand before her, she looked down to hide the tears even though she know he had heard her cry out only moments before. Listening to him, she looks up slowly so that he didn't have any reason to strike her again. Swallowing hard, Umbre nods a bit in understanding of what he was saying to her, and also saying that she would obey. But she knew she wouldn't get away without speaking, as he said he wanted her to do. Choking back the small bit of pride she had left, she begins. <strong>“I...I understand and will obey you, my Trainer.”</strong>&nbsp; Her voice was soft, wavering with her effort to keep anymore tears from gathering to spill down her cheeks. She was quickly realizing that she was not going to win against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 04:54:44</strong>
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				Adrian nodded slowly, stepping towards her, hoping she wouldn't flinch away from his hand as he reached out to wipe away her tears. Clinging to her cheek and brushing past it, he felt strangely affectionate for someone who had just whipped his pokemon. She did have it coming, and it felt so wonderful to do it. He almost contemplated finding an excuse to do more, but quickly pushed that aside. This isn't the time, there will be better situations. <br><br>"That is good to hear, Umbre." He walked back to the rock where he had left his items at, and might well scare her to death that he made her tell that only to resume afterwards. As he turned back on his way to her though, she could see he held nothing but a small cup and a spoon. Walking back, he carried a light smile. Apparently what he was going to do amused him. <br><br>As he put the spoon inside the cup he freed his hand to reach out for her ear, petting it softly, gently. Almost stroking it, he stopped resting his hand against the side of her head, flattening her ear a little. His eyes looked deep into hers and his smile waned, he wanted to show her that what he was going to say was serious. <br><br>"Now, you will need to show me." Leaving ample time for that to sink in, he let go of her ear and took a spoonful into the air. Holding it in front of her nose, it smelled like meat. Conserved meat, though succulent meat none the less. This wasn't something dirty, he just wanted to feed her. It was an act that showed her dependence on him, and hanging like this, exposed as she was. Having to take it off the spoon with her mouth while he watched her. It was not far removed from humiliation too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 05:25:11</strong>
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				Watching cautiously as Adrian approached her again, Umbre goes still and, even though she knew that Adrian didn't have anything in his hand, she automatically flinched, visibly, as he reached out to wipe away the tears on her face. But as he cupped her cheek, she felt an odd sort of feeling from it, closing her eyes for a moment. It was oddly affectionate...and she liked it. When she opened her eyes again to look at her Trainer, she noticed that it looked like he was thinking of something.<br><br>After he turned back around and headed over to his stuff again, she immediately began to worry that she hadn't said something the way he wanted to hear it, afraid that she was going to be struck again. Her heart was already pounding and her eyes were wide. But when he turned back around and started toward her again, the utensils made her blink. She had expected something else to use to strike her with. And his smile made her curious.<br><br>When his hand raises up, she controls herself a bit better and doesn't really flinch this time. She actually closed her eyes and tilted her head lightly into his hand as it stroked her ear, surprisingly enjoying the soft touch. But the welts over her body continued to ache furiously, still stinging and hurting even worse any time she moved wrong. Her untouched ear twitches slightly as he held his hand still against the side of her head and she stares at him curiously as he looked at her, his face now serious.<br><br>Catching herself, Umbre was shocked to find that she almost whimpered when he moved his hand away from her. She had never been touched in such a way and it left her wanting more. The tenderness of it was the one thing she liked most. But she listens to what he says, a look of confusion crossing over her face before he held up a spoonful of whatever it was he had. As he held it close enough for her to sniff at, her stomach growls loudly, recognizing the smell of meat, and her tail twitches slightly though doesn't move from where it was between her legs.<br><br>A part of her knew that this was his test to her, about obeying her Trainer and showing that she relied on him now. She knew that it was something she was going to have to get used to, no matter how much she disliked it. It was humiliating, no doubt, but she was hungry. Leaning just as far as she had to to reach the spoon with her mouth, she slowly and somewhat hesitantly opens her mouth to take the meat from the spoon, keeping her gaze turned away from him. Her eyes were still somewhat bloodshot from her tears, but it was quickly clearing up. What she wanted most was to just be let down, however, her entire body sore and stiff. She hoped he might just let her down soon, but she wasn't counting on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 06:04:51</strong>
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				He fed her the contents of a cup with a smile, he enjoyed her humiliation on so many levels. Though what he liked most, was that she was showing that she belonged to him now, depended on him, and she knew it. Her shy look away from him, her attempts not to look him in the eye. That might have been better than her looking at him at all, she knew it, and he loved that. <br><br>Giving her the last spoonful to eat, she might be expecting to be let down. Hoping for it, and he would. There was no real reason to keep her up there other than to torment her. And he wouldn't do that, without a good reason, yet. Casually walking back to that rock, he realised that she might become afraid of what might happen again, and he couldn't suppress his smile. Luckily, she wouldn't see it, and as he returned carrying nothing in his hands the smile would have faded already. <br><br>"Brace yourself Umbre, I'm going to take you down, and it might not go without some effort." As he said that, he started with the first of the many interlocked ropes. Quickly going by the lowest to the highest knots, he had her paws on the ground again in a matter of minutes. Her torso and head were released a short while after, and as he waited for her to get her bearings again he neatly put the rope back where it came from. <br><br>"Keep low, Umbre. Show me that you're not going to rebel on me now that I've let you down. As long as you show me that you respect me as your Trainer and obey my commands, you need not fear punishment." Adrian walked back to his camp, clapping a small chair open and sitting on it, waiting until Umbre followed him in. <br><br>"I have an order for you, something you must accomplish to the best of your abilities. This goes for any and all orders I issue to you, and you will learn quickly to discern orders from requests by listening to my voice. For now though, I want you to think of a way, to show me, that you submit to me." He gave her some time to think about this again, before adding a final comment. "Show me that you are serious about submitting, and we can become a great team. A Trainer and His pokemon." The way he said that, held a deeper meaning, though what he meant exactly was beyond her grasp, for now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 09:54:45</strong>
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				Umbre ate without hesitation, being much too hungry as it were to care about the humiliation of having to depend on him for her meal. And she managed to keep from looking at him too much, keeping her gaze down or only on the spoon as he fed her. She was hoping that, once he was done feeding her that he would let her down. But she saw him walking back towards the rock again. Part of her was worried and the other part wasn't, and she was somewhat relieved to see that when he returned he wasn't holding anything.<br><br>Upon hearing Adrian say that he was going to let her down, she became excited, ready to get down and be able to move her aching limbs and maybe lie down to rest. She watches intently and curiously as her Trainer began untying and fiddling with the knots and ropes. It was all so complicated... And when she felt her paws touch the ground, she smiles, wiggling her toes a bit, never thinking she would ever be so excited to touch the ground. But as the rest of her body was released from the ropes, she almost collapses, trying to get her footing and get herself balanced again. She was beginning to wonder how long she had been up there...<br><br>Umbre blinked curiously at Adrian, not quite understanding what he first said, about keeping low. But she stands there, trying to stretch before moving to follow after him. As she did, she whimpers and freezes up, feeling the welts stinging fiercely all of a sudden. Her eyes water instantly and she grits her teeth. It hurt to move, but she somehow made her way slowly after her Trainer to join him. When he started speaking to her, she looks at him, trying to stifle her whimpering. She nods slightly, but didn't know what she could do to show that she submitted to him, thinking hard about it as she stood there. At his last comment, she blinks and stares at him. Something about the way he said it caught her attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 16:45:12</strong>
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				Adrian smiled, he had not suspected she would be so intuitive to his meanings. She probably didn't know exactly what he had meant when he said it, though his mind took him to visions where he saw her lying on her back on the floor, her arms folded back and pressing those luscious breasts together. Her leash tracing a snaking pattern over her fur as it made its way to Adrian's hand. Her face blushing as she looked away and her twitchy motions betrayed her anxiety. He could do whatever he wanted with her and she accepted that, she wouldn't let herself admit it though she was even starting to like him regardless of his actions. <br><br>That, however, had to wait a while and might well be a fantasy that would not come to reality. Though Adrian would do everything in his power to ensure that it did. Her instinctive response to his hidden meaning, might be a step in the right direction. For now, he would have to reply to her instead of fantasising about a possible future.<br><br>"Is something the matter Umbre? You weren't going to tell me that you can't obey, were you?" He laid it on thick, she could choose to answer both questions, though it would be hard to to instinctively react to the second. The fear of punishment was still fresh, and it could direct her actions. He leaned forward, looking at her, on his face a wide grin. "For example, you are not staying low, as I <em>ordered </em>you." He kept staring at her, as if waiting for her to do something wrong. She would have to try to find something, or ask him. Though she might not like the answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 11:55:53</strong>
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				Indeed, Umbre didn't know exactly what Adrian meant by what he said, though she knew there was something behind it, which left her to dwell on everything it could possibly mean. She watches him curiously as he sat there, guessing he had something on his mind by the look on his face. But the thinking would have to wait for later, considering she was in pain, tired, and he was already talking to her again.<br><br>To his question, she shakes her head quickly. <strong>“No... I..just...”</strong> she says, looking down as she pauses. She was hesitant to tell him that she didn't know how to submit, guessing he would tell her something to do. As he leaned forward, she looked back up at him again, confused by the wide grin on his face. When he pointed out that she had disobeyed again, though she hadn't meant to, she gulps. But she was in a lot of pain as it was, and moving only made it worse. So she was even more hesitant to do as he ordered.<br><br>After a moment, she figured the pain now was worth avoiding more later. Slowly, and with whimpers and whines, she lowers herself down, wincing and gritting her teeth against the pain. Her tail began to tuck around her, though not between her legs, showing her discomfort. The pain was horrible, stinging and burning, but especially on her rear, where she was strangely sensitive. She only hoped she would never be punished like that again. It was a good lesson, no doubt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 21:38:12</strong>
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				Adrian looked glad as she obeyed and lowered herself in front of him. Though was still slightly disappointed by her inaction. Eventually shifting his position and tilting his head to the side, she was trying to submit to him, though her inexperience left her with the problem of how to show him. As her Trainer, Adrian would have to teach her, and at that thought he smiled. A warmth rose within him as he felt the power he had over her, something more than slightly interesting, it was something he would learn to live for. Yearned to live for. <br><br>"Show me your submission, by presenting me with an action that clearly places me above you. Humans kneel and bow deep for others who deserve their submission. Some pokemon lie on their back, offering their neck to the stronger other." <br><br>He waited, watched for her response, though she could see in his eyes that he wasn't finished yet. His movements and face showed that he was waiting, no, deciding whether or not to add a final comment to use. He might ruin his chances for her <em>true </em>submission with it, or start a rise to that coming true. Looking up at the morning sky he asked himself, whether or not it was worth it, and then finally decided. <br><br>"Others even," His hesitation clear in the second, though smaller, pause in his speech. "Others, offer their body for sexual use... " He scanned for her reaction, offering her little time to respond, likely not enough. "Though I do not find that, necessary, for this." He left open enough options he thought, plenty of options. She could choose to do it still, unlikely, but perhaps she wanted to please him, a good way to avoid further punishment. Likely she would dismiss the thought, find something else, one of the others, and keep it in her mind. Possibly as something to watch out for, he couldn't know yet, he just had to get it out for now, and having done so felt good. Now he had to hope that he reaction wouldn't spoil that feeling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 00:19:20</strong>
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				Gazing up at Adrian curiously and watching as he smiles, Umbre blinks. Her ears tweak about slightly and her head dipped lower than normal as she remained low before him. This entire thing was completely new to her, and from her first punishment, she was still very hesitant to disobey and afraid to do anything wrong. She could tell that he was just waiting for that to happen, probably wanting to whip her again. But she was going to make sure not to do anything stupid.<br><br>At his suggestions, she nods a bit in understanding, eyes watching him a moment longer before she looked away. This submissive thing would take a lot of getting used to and she was sure she would probably get a few more rounds of punishment before she got it all right. The pain in her rear served as the reminder for that right now. But her head jerks up at his last suggestion, her train of thought completely broken, and her eyes widen. A blush bloomed quickly underneath her fur and she blinks at him, slightly staggered by the thought.<br><br>It was completely unexpected, and that showed plainly on her face. She quickly looks down again, away from his face as she knelt down at his feet, trying to ignore the stinging pain from her punishment. In a show of submission after she knelt down, she turns her face to the right to expose her neck, eyes closing as she tilted her face down slightly, ears drooping just a bit. And she remained still, her heart thudding in her chest. A part of her seemed almost...excited...by what he said, while another part of her rebelled against it. It was definitely a mixed feeling. Maybe it was the taboo of such an act that made it interesting to her. Either way, she wouldn't let him know. He would only know that she was shocked at such a suggestion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 00:33:39</strong>
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				Adrian looked as she reacted, and understood well that it was to be expected. Still, he could not deny the fact that part of him was disappointed with her reaction, though that slight hesitation of her, the shock, and her reaction in its whole, might mean that she wasn't just shocked with it. It was a guess, that was all it was, but that did mean it wasn't a definite no, and that was good enough for now. <br><br>He leaned forward, his right hand reaching for her shoulder, his left for her ear, leaving her exposed neck in between. His left hand was stroking her ear again, and his right thumb traced tiny circles over her shoulder. Both movements soft and tender, he thought he saw that she liked this before, and was testing now to make sure.<br><br>Though that wasn't all he was planning. Houndours, the dog pokemon, have very specific ways of showing dominance and submission. And since she had chosen a mix between human and pokemon ways, he acted on it. His head moved downwards, his face and mouth nearing her neck. He was moving slowly, his tender touches to her body comforting, she had to show him her submission, not pull away in fear. He was planning to kiss her in her neck, both his lips pressing against her as a soft touch. She might not know the human implications of such a action, though she would certainly feel its intent. It was not a lover's kiss, though it came close. He liked her, his first pokemon, he liked her a great deal. And perhaps might love her if she submitted to him on a deep enough level. <br><br>His breath would be the first thing she felt, hot as it landed on her fur and skin, and soon she would feel his lips. He lingered there for a while, his touches so soft, tender. She could feel that he cared for her, even though he punished her. Perhaps even more because he punished her. And as he retreated, left her body alone, he would look carefully to see if she wished to feel like that longer. He smiled even before he saw her reaction, he wanted to ask her something important. "Do you <em>feel </em>mine, Umbre? Because you will have to, eventually. And we will have to work on that, together." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 08:35:05</strong>
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				With her eyes still closed, all Umbre could do was listen as she waited for something to happen. Her ears twitch slightly but remain slightly lowered. When she heard him move, she made sure not to flinch or wince, not knowing what he was going to do. But as she felt his hands stroke tenderly against her ear and shoulder, she relaxes and even smiles a little. She didn't know he was testing it, but she definitely liked it. It made her feel...good...<br><br>As he moved again to get closer, she remained still, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his hands tenderly comforting her. She didn't move at all, though her tail began to twitch slightly, almost as if it were about to start wagging. She didn't know what he was going to do but she didn't want to insult him, wanting to show her submission to her Trainer and keeping still. Her breathing remained even and slow, though she winces a little as her welts began stinging again.<br><br>Feeling his breath against the side of her neck made her shiver slightly, an odd sensation moving down her spine, before she felt his lips against her fur. Still without moving or opening her eyes, she makes a soft sound in response, ears and tail twitching. She didn't completely understand what he was doing, though she knew his tenderness wasn't fake. She felt that he cared and another small blush appeared over her cheeks as his lips lingered against her neck.<br><br>When his lips left her skin and he pulled away, Umbre was tempted to whine, having enjoyed the tenderness that he had shown her. But she didn't dare move from her position, hesitantly opening her eyes and slowly looking at him as he spoke to her, and her tail was starting to swish gently behind her. She blinks at him curiously while her heart began beating quickly in her chest. Oddly, she was beginning to feel flushed and a little shaky, eyes remaining on her Trainer as he watched her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 19:39:48</strong>
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				And Adrian's eyes focussed on her. He viewed her entire body, taking special interest in her feminine features even if hoping to make that go unnoticed. He couldn't help himself, he was feeling heated himself. The light swishing of her tail had gone unnoticed so far, though her expression and breathing had not escaped his interest. He realised she wasn't unresponsive to his tender workings, and he couldn't suppress a light smile because of it.<br><br>He brought his right hand forward, placing it gently on the top of her head before petting her head a few times. Pushing her hears flat as his palm flowed over the round shape of her head. His fingers feeling the layers of fur fall flat and rise again as he petted her. He liked this, again a symbol of dominance from him, though one he hoped she would enjoy, perhaps on a primal level. <br><br>"This is good, Umbre. You've endured your punishment and accepted me as your Trainer, from here on and further we can travel as a team. I will catch more pokemon and they will join us, but remember, you are my first pokemon. And that will never change. Do you understand what I mean with that, Umbre? No one will be able to take that from you, no matter how often I need to punish you, no matter how many pokemon I capture. You will always be my first, and that makes you special." <br><br>He hoped she understood what that meant, she couldn't be replaced. That gave her power, over all others who hoped to claim Adrian as their Master. He imagined there would be many more, at least six, perhaps even more to keep in reserve. Though that would take time, and new additions to his newly formed pokemon team would come as they went. Adrian wanted to get moving, allowing her time to respond to his words, though standing up and pulling the chair back into its easily transportable mode. He hoped they would grow close, him and his umbreon. He imagined how making love to her would be, it was a strange feeling. Both highly sensual, enticing his dominant nature, and yet, cute as well. He smiled as he lost himself in thought, though her response would pull him out regardless.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:13:36</strong>
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				Umbre noticed Adrian's eyes roaming over her body, lingering in certain areas, while she watched him intently. Her blush remained underneath her fur, though spreading over her cheeks and down her neck, and her tail continued to slowly swish back and forth behind her. The sight his smile made her tail swish a bit faster, though her breathing stayed the same. All she could hope for was that he couldn't tell the difference...<br><br>While she watched him, she saw Adrian bring up his right hand to place atop her head. As he began petting her, she closed her eyes a little, ears tweaking slightly as his hand passes over them, springing up after every pass of his hand. Her fur was super soft now that it was clean of mud and grime, shining a beautiful lustrous black, and her tail continued to swish behind her, even more so now that he was petting her than before. Though it wasn't like she was embarrassed by wagging her tail, but it was something she wasn't used to doing. As he talks, she looks up at him curiously, eyes opening again so that she could gaze up at him. In response to his question, she gives a small nod. And as she thought about what he was saying, a strange feeling was beginning to build inside of her. His words made her feel...special...wanted, in a sense. The previous blush over her cheeks only increased more. Was it so wrong...or bad..? It was certainly new to her.<br><br>When Adrian stood and began moving about, she watches him closely. Though she doesn't move from where she was, having not heard him give her the okay. There was a definite reminder to her not to disobey, the movement of her tail making the welts on her rear sting. It was a wonder she had forgotten about it until this moment, but she figured it was due to his attentions, which had taken her mind away from the pain. She noticed him smile as she watched him, canting her head to one side curiously as she wonders what he was thinking about. Her ears twitch a bit, one leaning forward while the other moved slightly lower to the side. <strong>“I...understand...”</strong> she says quietly, giving a small pause. She looked as if she were thinking, wondering whether he would appreciate her question. But she decides to take the risk to sate her curiosity and ask, <strong>“What are you thinking of, to make you smile so?”</strong> She actually rather liked it when he smiled. It was an odd thing, but no less the truth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 00:17:24</strong>
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				Adrian paused, his head turning round with a somewhat surprised expression on his face. He hadn't expected her to ask about his now almost faded smile of all things. Looking down, as if using a lower point of vision for reference to his twisted lips, he wondered. He had been smiling alright, it just wasn't too concious. And in retrospect, he knew fell well what he was smiling about. <br><br>Looking at her, trying to decide what to say, he noticed she was still kneeling. And almost lost himself to forming another smile. She was obeying, almost naturally. Even though that was to be expected after a strong punishment, it was still nice to notice. He turned round completely, tilting his head slightly as his lips formed into a full smile once more. His eyes occasionally losing focus on her face, reaching out to her lower parts. <br><br>"Are you sure, you want to know?" He tilted his head to the other side, now focussed good and well on her eyes. He knew what he was smiling about alright, he had been thinking of all the wonderful sensual things he could do with her. And that was more than a little exciting. Perhaps he could make this interesting. <br><br>"I could tell you," he started as he walked over to her, squatting down just in front of her. "but what if you don't like it?" He smiled again, likely increasing her curiosity now. "How about a deal then? I tell you, if you promise me you will be open minded about it. Think you can manage that?" His index finger pushed down on her nose a bit as a half petting stroke. His face again having that smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 00:56:00</strong>
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				Blinking up at Adrian as she waited, Umbre couldn't help but notice the expression on his face. He was surprised by her question? But her thoughts were cut short as he moved about and turned to look down at her, where she was still in her kneeling position. The punishment had worked, and he knew that by now – all things considered. Again, she noticed his eyes roaming over her, straying from her face and downward, only to come back to her face once more. She begins shifting around just a little and looks down for a moment while she awaits his answer, hoping that he couldn't tell that she was blushing. His...other...attentions, to the uncovered feminine parts of her body, were still very much new, and she didn't know how to take it.<br><br>When he responds back to her question with one of his own, Umbre's eyes move back up. She blinks and cants her head to the side again, her ears twitching back to the same position as when she had noticed his smile. Was it something...bad, then..? Did she really want to know? But her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she wasn't known to give up so easily when it came to being curious. Luckily it had never really gotten her into trouble before, though she was hoping that luck wasn't about to change now.<br><br>She watches as he moves closer and takes a squatting position in front of her. Her ears tweak slightly and she blinks at him. Whether or not he knew it, she was becoming even more curious about it, despite the fact that she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know now. It was only his questions and demeanor that was throwing her off of it. As his finger pushed down on her nose, it wrinkles cutely and her tail starts swishing a little again. A&nbsp; few different expressions cross over her face as she looks at him, wondering if she should promise something like that. What if she didn't like it? What was there to do, then?<br><br>Gulping slightly, Umbre looked away from her Trainer, turning her gaze downwards as she thinks. But her curious nature was starting to win over everything else. She really wanted to know what he was smiling about. Even if that meant she had to hear something that she might not like. How bad could it really be? Surely nothing she couldn't handle. She would just have to take that chance.... <strong>“I think I can. I..really want to know,”</strong> she says, pausing slightly. <strong>“Will you tell me now?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 01:45:26</strong>
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				Adrian smiled, pressing her nose down again hoping to recreate the cute effect. Just a tiny symbolic motion he'd adopted, and would likely keep doing from now on. "Then I guess I could tell you." Though that wasn't what he did, immediately. <br><br>First he stood up again, moving away from her and resuming his work on breaking down the camp. He had considered allowing her to stand up again, the comment already forming in his mind, though with this new development he would rather keep her seated a while longer. Besides, watching her be so obedient lit a fire in him.<br><br>"I was thinking about something interesting." Adrian starts just as he takes out a large backpack, putting in many of the items spread out on the rock. "Something about humans and pokemon. You see, both species reproduce in similar ways. I was thinking about how it would be, to make love to a pokemon." His eyes fell on her kneeling form, straight into her own eyes. <br><br>He had a light smile, though there was deep layer of seriousness in his stare. He wanted to know what she thought, and his smile only kept the option for her to laugh at it open. If she did though, he would likely be disappointed. He was feeling more and more attraction to this pokemon, and now that she was his, why wouldn't he use her for his own pleasure? He didn't want to ruin her, which is why he hadn't forced herself upon her. That mixed with the light hint of taboo lingering in his head. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:34:37</strong>
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				Umbre, once again, wrinkles her nose as Adrian pressed it down the second time, her ears springing forward slightly as she watches him. She waited patiently after he said he would tell her, pinkish-red hued eyes following his movements as he stood and moved away. At first she was a little confused, considering he hadn't yet told her and because he went back to work on getting things packed up. She was close to whining, her curiosity starting to really get the better of her. But he had said he was going to tell her. So she would have to wait and be patient.<br><br>As he began talking, her tail began to swish back and forth slowly, her ears twitching forward as she watched him intently. Her eyes follow his movements still as he begins packing things into a backpack, but quickly look back to his face as he went on. She nods slightly, in a relatively quick motion, impatient to hear his thoughts. By the end of his sentence, the blush on her cheeks was getting worse, eyes becoming wide as she stared at him. Though she looked shocked, there was something inside of her that reacted strongly, in a more than positive way, to what he was saying. There was so much taboo in such an act. Her body quickly betrayed her shocked expression, however, her pink little nipples suddenly becoming hard.<br><br>Looking down quickly to hide the mixed expression that was now on her burning face, Umbre sees the reaction her body had. She quickly reaches up to cover herself, and hoping Adrian didn't see, feeling as if her intensified blush would burn her alive. Though as she had moved so quickly to cover herself in her flustered state, she had rocked backwards, losing her balance and falling back onto her welt-covered rear. As she made contact with the ground, she yelps and tries to move hastily up to alleviate the pain, only to end up sprawled over the ground in front of him. Needless to say, she was even more embarrassed now than to begin with. And she had thought it couldn't get any worse...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 02:57:07</strong>
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				Adrian didn't immediately see the hardening of her nipples, though he did see her face move out of the way and even thought to see her blush brighten enough to appear through her fur. As she pulled up her hands to her breasts he realised what she had seen and smiled widely. She certainly reacted to that, but as she fell over and sprawled all over the floor she had him quite surprised.<br><br>He hadn't thought for a second that it would affect her that much, though bad luck did have something to do with it, to him it seemed as if she fell over from the words he said. Which would indicate them being powerful words indeed. The confusion did not last long though, as Adrian feasted on the scene in front of him. Seeing her hard nipples, their pink a beautiful contrast to her black fur. And the rest of her well formed body sprawling out in front of him. She tried to cover herself in her embarrassment, though he had feasted his eyes on her already, the damage had been done. <br><br>Walking over to her he watched and waited to see if she would get up, his voice coming from above her and carrying high, slightly mocking tones. "Whats this Umbre? I told you to keep an open mind, but I didn't tell you to react so strongly." Nearing her until she was only a few steps away, he stood with his hands in his sides. Smiling widely, almost victoriously as he stood watching down on her. "Did that thought arouse you so much your nipples grew hard? Did you get hot, from thinking about making love to me?" <br><br>Adrian kept smiling, though his face changed somewhat. His mocking was over, she could feel that now. "Well if it makes you so hot, why don't you try pleasing your Trainer?" He kept still, standing over her in a show of dominance. He ended that last sentence with a strange tone. He would likely accept either outcome, she could crawl back, blame it on the wind or whatever. Or she could follow through, explore her feelings, and her Trainer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 03:29:49</strong>
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				Umbre's eyes were wide as she lay there on the ground, sprawled out and exposed in every aspect to her Trainer. From where she had fallen backwards, her strong legs were parted and exposing her pink sex to his roaming eyes, the color startling compared to the black of her fur, and her knees were slightly bent with both paws touching the ground. She didn't move at all, not even a single inch, as her heart hammered away in her chest, and knowing that Adrian was staring at her. Her breathing was a bit heavier, having been knocked out of her just a bit when she had taken her fall back.<br><br>The tip of her tail twitches and begins to curl upward in a futile attempt to preserve some modesty by covering between her legs, even though she knew it was too late. She listens as he walks over, wide eyes staring up at him as he stood over her. She was almost afraid to get up, for whatever reason, though it was most likely from the fear of being punished for moving and because he thought she hadn't kept an open mind. And she was much too flustered and afraid to speak, to let him know that she had only fallen over in her haste to cover herself... But would he have listened anyway? His mocking voice quickly turned her attention back to him, staring up at him from her position on the ground. With as bad as her blush was becoming, she was surprised that he couldn't feel the heat radiating from her.<br><br>Swallowing passed a small lump in her throat, Umbre slowly nods to him, to respond to his questions, if only to assure that she wouldn't get whipped for not answering. Her thoughts were all scattered and she was quite confused between her body and mind. But she was much too shy and unexperienced to even try to please him. Not to forget that she still wasn't entirely sure it was...proper... Even though he was her Trainer, the taboo still existed. And that was enough to hold her back from doing anything. She was still flustered and worried enough that she didn't want to move, as well as quite embarrassed over the entire situation. Everything she was feeling was very much new to her, as far as the arousal went. After all, she was still a virgin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 03:45:37</strong>
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				Adrian was startled by how cute she reacted, the combination formed of both her fear for punishment and the excited shamefulness of the taboo he was proposing left her almost incapable of action. Nodding to his words, her heart racing, he blush spreading, he nipples still strongly erect. She was too alluring in her helplessness, to beautiful in her exoticness, for Adrian to pass her up. <br><br>He stood there, for a moment, thinking, considering. Until he finally decided. With a slightly shaky breath, he hastily fiddled around with his belt, finally releasing the buckle and pulling his fully erect member from the dark reaches. He held it in his hand, looked at it for a short while and then looked back at Umbre, his breathing heavier than normal, though calming a bit. He had to say this just right.<br><br>"This, is what you do to me Umbre. I'm ready, just from watching you. You're my pokemon, you're my beautiful pokemon, and I can't wait much longer." <br><br>She could see that, his member was twitching in his hand, and he only kept himself from stroking it to save up for soon. She might make him like this, but he still had his self-control. He kept staring at her, for a small while. Allowing his words to sink into Umbre. He started speaking again, in a voice as calm as he could make it. Almost gentle sounding, the command felt like a request.<br><br>"Come over here, and press your lips to my cock. Take it in your mouth, lick me. Make me feel the warmth until I can't take it any more." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 04:44:57</strong>
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				Umbre remained as she was, still sprawled before Adrian. She stared up at him, not knowing what was going to happen and, as he began to fumble with his belt, she was sure she was about to be whipped with it once he got it off. Her eyes remained wide, her heart still thudding heavily in her chest... And she was confused when he didn't rip the belt from his pants to whip her, watching almost entranced as he pulled his shaft free from his pants instead.<br><br>All she could do was stare, wide eyed and blushing as he stood there, holding his shaft in his hands just above her. When he finally looked at her again, she was hesitant to look at his face, embarrassed and shy. It was the first human cock she had ever seen. Not the first one ever though, considering she had stumbled onto a pair of coupling Vulpix not long ago. They had even invited her to join in on the 'fun', which she had quickly declined before retreating away with an embarrassed blush.<br><br>It wasn't hard to take notice of the change in his breathing, her ears twitching slightly as she listened intently. At his words, her blush intensified and she seemed to squirm slightly where she lay on the ground. Her gaze dropped back to his member, watching as it twitched in his hand. Her attention was automatically drawn back to his face as he commanded her to move to him and do something she had never done before, something she never though she would be doing, much less to a human... But she slowly gets up, not wanting to disobey, her breathing a little off and her heart still pounding.<br><br>Shyly, she moves closer to him, her gaze trained on his cock as it became leveled with her face. She slowly looks up at her Trainer, sure he would at least be able to get a glimpse of her deep red blush from under her fur, eyes still wide. She hesitantly opens her mouth, still quite shy and not sure how to go about what he asked, and flicks her tongue out to gently lick the tip of his shaft. She didn't know what to expect, but she was surprised at herself... It was definitely a new experience...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 21:50:53</strong>
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				As she licked the tip of his cock she could see the foreskin peel back just over the edge as it grew just a little larger. He gave a light shiver, this was certainly different from a human's tongue. Thicker, warmer, more pleasurable? He wasn't sure yet, the newness of the experience made it impossible to know, though for now, it was more pleasurable. When the excitement would die down after a while, he would be able to make a good decision on it. Though his mind couldn't bother about it now, not while he was looking down on a recently caught, punished, and made to obey pokemon licking his shaft. <br><br>He let out a sigh of held back emotions, he wasn't disappointed with her, though it was becoming harder and harder to keep back from just sticking it in her mouth and get it over with. He didn't want to, he'd rather have her do everything, learn how to do it properly, though his excitement was slowly getting the better of him. Adrian had to make sure she put more effort into it soon, otherwise he'd take things into his own hands.<br><br>Looking down again, her bright red blush was showing through her black fur now. A testament to how embarassed she was. Though he loved that, it made him need her physical attention all the more. "Thats good, keep licking Umbre. Remember, you're doing this to please me. To show me that you want to please me." She had started already, there was no backing down now. He could talk into her more and more, make her think the way he wanted to. <br><br>Adrian's right hand took hold of the side of her head, his thumb locking around her ear. It was not a forceful grip, just a way to guide her. "Lick my shaft all over, taste it, become familiar with it. And when you're ready, we can put it in your mouth." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 22:27:57</strong>
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				As she kneels there in front of him, Umbre gazed curiously at Adrian's shaft, watching intently and not without noticing his shiver. Blinking, she looks up at her Trainer, eyes widened slightly. But as she realized he liked it she wasn't as worried, having thought she had hurt him at first. Her tongue wasn't exactly rough, but it was definitely thicker, much more than a human tongue would be, and it was much wider as well. As she looks up at him, she realized that she had stopped, almost as if she were waiting for him to tell her something else. But she knew now what he wanted, though she was still very shy about doing it.<br><br>When he sighs, her head cants slightly to one side. She had no way of knowing that he was becoming impatient, wanting her to get on with it and please him. Her blush was still very much present as he looked down at her and she seemed to know that he could see it. Although, she didn't know the effect it had on him either. She swore that she could feel the blush getting worse at his words and she looks away bashfully, before nodding slightly in understanding.<br><br>Upon feeling his hand move to the side of her head and his thumb lock around her twitching ear, she glances back up at him. Surprisingly, her mouth was watering slightly as her gaze turned back to the cock in front of her. With blush remaining, and a small shiver slithering down her spine, she leans close again to gently lick up from the base of Adrian's shaft to the tip, her tongue curling slightly before she licked again several more times. An odd semi-salty taste made her pull back slightly and she blinks up at him with wide eyes, ears tweaking slightly to the sides. The look on her face simply said: <em>What was that?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 22:47:51</strong>
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				He could feel it too, a small dribble of pre-cum had made its way out already, he needed to feel her mouth close around him so bad right now. He wanted her to know instantly how to do it, just lick and lick until it was good and wet enough, then close her mouth around it, licking during a back and forth motion. Damned he wanted it so badly, and she was so inexperienced. Surprised at the taste of it, he was starting to consider just facefucking her. And only caught his mind just in time. <br><br>Adrian's voice was heavy from his breathing, he was impatient now, moreso than before. His speech was more rapid, the words following each other quicker than before. "Don't worry about that, just keep going, keep going..." She could definitely hear haste in his voice. Though he knew he had to do this right, and closing his eyes for a moment he steeled himself, before he looked down on her with a smile again. "Don't worry," this time talking much more calmly, "thats just a way for my body to show how good it feels. Keep going Umbre, you'll taste more of it, much more of it." <br><br>His thumb was stroking the base of her ear, his fingers the back of her head. Adrian gently lowered his left hand, brushing circles over her shoulder to her neck. Considering taking her breast in his hand, to get a good feel for those alluring lumps, though he would have to get her back on track first.<br><br>"Just lick me, you won't hurt me, it will feel great. Your warm tongue feels wonderful. Lick it all over, long slow strokes to the back. Gentle laps over the tip. When you're ready, take it in your mouth." He shivered again, he could feel it in his mind already, she wasn't fast enough for him. He wanted her to be so much better. Then he realised something important, he could Make her better. He would train her not just to fight, but also to please. He had toyed with the thought, though her actions now made it a very real possibility, instead of a fantasy.<br><br>"I want to feel the warmth of your mouth Umbre, don't keep me waiting for too long..." That last might have been a threat, he could punish her still, for not performing this task correctly. Would he even keep in mind that it was her first time? Whatever she would think, this comment would put pressure behind her. "Make me feel that you want to please me..." And this one, might even do more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 00:43:42</strong>
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				Umbre stared with every ounce of curiosity at the strange liquid gathering at the tip of Adrian's cock. The taste was strange but she found herself wanting to taste it again. Her thoughts are broken by his rapid speech, eyes widening slightly as she gazed up at him. His hasty words made her only a little nervous, though she was already nervous and shy as it was. She keeps her gaze on him, ears tweaking as he began speaking once more, seeming more controlled than he was a moment ago. She nods slightly, feeling more at ease at his smile. Boy, did she wish she knew how to do this... She really didn't want to be punished for her lack of experience, especially knowing that he was feeling so impatient. It made her worried.<br><br>But his stroking thumb made her relax and she turned her attention back down to his shaft, eyes focusing on the head and the small bead of pre-cum that was there. She felt his other hand touch her shoulder and neck and she closes her eyes a moment to enjoy the sensation. Though they open again as he started speaking. She listens, but her tongue slips back out of her mouth and she licks up from the base of his shaft to the tip, once again tasting the pre at the tip. Her blush had remained, already too intense to get much worse. But it didn't change the fact that she was so bashful.<br><br>Again, Umbre starts to lick along his shaft slowly and gently, starting at the base and moving up, her tongue curling as it reached the tip. She repeats this action, ears tuning to his breathing and the pounding of his heart. She was afraid of the thought of being punished, but she was still trying to get herself used to what she was doing. Although, she was certainly unable to deny the fact that she liked what was going on. The taboo almost made it even better. But it wasn't a definite thought. She licks several more times and then pauses, shifting on her knees to get into a more comfortable position.<br><br>She was uncertain of how to continue, wanting to move on with what he wanted. She felt ready. But with having no previous experience, she was unsure of how to proceed. Slowly, she leans forward and opens her mouth, pressing over his cock and taking it into her mouth gently. She rolls her eyes upward to watch his face, making sure she was doing things correctly. Her mouth was warm and moist, her tongue pressing up against the underside of his shaft as she went down about halfway on his shaft, marveling at the size of his member as it filled her mouth. When she comes back up towards the tip again, she curls her tongue gently against it in a lick. It was new and interesting, but she knew she would soon get the hang of it. She was a relatively quick learner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 19:59:49</strong>
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				Just a tremble, his hands paused a lengthy second. He was enjoying her longer, more daring touches alright. It was still agonisingly slow, though he tried to like it. Keep himself convinced that she would learn as she went along. It had been more than a few days since he last had sex, including sex on your own. Her rough tongue was so hot compared to a human's, almost scraping along his skin. It didn't matter, it didn't hurt, it was just different. Those long strokes of her tongue up his shaft, changing the shape of her tongue at the tip. It was good, damn it was good.<br><br>But he needed more, a lot more, and she was about to give it to him. Wrapping her lips around him, looking up at him to see if she was doing it right. She was doing it right, Adrian's nature made her far better than any human girl. The taboo, was not so much of a taboo to him, but the thought of how other trainers would look at this sent another shiver up his spine. He loved that idea, and smiled as he looked down. He didn't care what they would think, this pokemon was his, and she was showing her fealty, in a way most, most pleasant.<br><br>As he saw her look up, he nodded, his smile waning, though not from disappointment. Anticipation was the main reason, "go on, you're doing great. The more you touch me, the better it feels," the anticipation of her following his commands, his guidance. And the anticipation of shooting his cum inside her mouth, wondering about her reaction, imagining the embarrassed look on her face. He hoped she would keep it in her mouth long enough for him to order her to swallow it. Even better if she did it of her own accord he thought. "Just keep going Umbre," a short gasping breath, "I want to feel you all around my cock."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 02:43:30</strong>
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				To keep herself balanced, Umbre slowly raised both front paws. Resting them gently at his hips and keeping her eyes on his face, she continues to slide her slick mouth up and down on his cock. She gags a little and pulls back, having felt the tip of his cock press against the back of her throat, swallowing and licking her lips. Hoping she hadn't done anything wrong, she immediately returns to pleasing her Trainer, closing her mouth back around the head of his shaft to lick and suckle before resuming the slow up and down motion over the smooth, hard muscle in her mouth.<br><br>Underneath her fur, her deep blush remained spread over her cheeks and creeping down her neck. She flicks her tongue lightly against the underside of his shaft and then closes her lips around him again to suckle slowly. To her surprise, her small pink nipples were hardened and she herself was becoming very aroused; feeling moisture building along her folds as she began yearning to feel his large shaft elsewhere besides in her mouth. She managed to continue bobbing her head up and down along his cock, withholding small noises of her own, keeping herself steady with her paws at his hips.<br><br>Again, she could taste a bit of pre-cum leak into her mouth, mixing with her saliva as it coated his skin. Her large ears perk and tweak while she listens to his rapid breathing, turning her gaze back up to his face to watch his expression. Her tail twitches and sways slowly behind her as she remained on her knees in front of him, bobbing her head much more quickly up and down along his shaft. She interchanges her additional attention of suckling and using her tongue at regular intervals to try and keep him happy, making sure that that she was doing everything right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 03:30:13</strong>
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				Oh yes, she was doing it right. Her looking up in this position just added to the arousal Adrian felt. Her cute look wondering whether she was doing it right was rewarded with more than a smile and a few nods. "You're doing," pausing to catch up with his breath, "great, Umbre." He was enjoying this greatly, the anticipation that had built up rewarded with her efforts. <br><br>It wouldn't take long for him to have trouble keeping from coming, though he wasn't about to give her such an easy time, even if it was her first try. Keeping this up would surely make him come if he let her, and he would, though not just yet. Looking down at her with a smile, his left hand reached down, grabbing her paw and with a little effort locking his own fingers between hers. <br><br>A powerful symbol, and one with a possible deep effect. It almost felt as if he wanted to connect with her in a way beyond what a trainer and pokemon 'should'. If such terms could still be applied after what was happening right now. He wanted her, her wanted her for more than battles, more than just being a friend. He wanted her completely, body, mind, and soul. And by god he would get her too.<br><br>With that thought in mind, her efforts had finally built up to a point where his body found release. Shooting a thick, hod, stream of cum into her mouth. Her throat even with the force at which it came out. He groaned from the strain, the pleasurable strain on his body, and panted as it died out. Looking down from his vantage point at her reaction to his ejaculation, already smiling from how embarrassed she might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 05:35:14</strong>
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				Upon hearing his praise over her first time giving a blow job, Umbre's blush spreads further down her neck, her cheeks becoming much warmer than before. She suckles a little harder on his shaft, keeping her eyes turned up to watch his face. Even though it was her first time, she rather enjoyed what she was doing and she found it relatively easy. But she didn't know how close he was to orgasm, much less what would even happen...<br><br>Curling her tongue around his cock, she licks and suckles more, breathing a little heavier as she sucked him off. When he reached down and grabbed her paw, Umbre stilled for a moment, his cock stuffed into her mouth, not knowing what he was going to do. She didn't immediately understand what he was doing as he locked his fingers with her own, but she resumed sucking on his shaft, slowly building her pace up once more. While she did this, she thought about what he had done – locking his fingers with hers – and she began to understand, as if she could feel the meaning from him, see it in his eyes. She could feel that connection he wanted to establish, and she smiles a little around his cock in response.<br><br>She pretty much jumps as he reached his orgasm, feeling something hot and thick spurting into her mouth and against the back of her throat, taken by complete surprise at the force and the suddenness of it all. She coughs and gags a little, feeling the liquid trickling down her throat and pool in her mouth as he released, tasting the saltiness of it. Her blush became worse, certainly showing through her fur as she realized that he just ejaculated into her mouth. But she doesn't know what to do with it...<br><br>Without thinking, she quickly swallows it all down, her pulse beginning to pound as she looks away from his face and down to some lower point. Her right paw was still resting against his hip where he held it in his hand, shaking a little in his grip. He could only imagine how embarrassed she was, but she certainly couldn't deny that she liked it. And she was fairly sure that he knew by now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 14:03:22</strong>
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				And the more embarrassed she was, the better he liked it. She did quite well for a first time, teasing him at first, even though that wasn't her intention. Smiling, he still held her paw in his hand, not taking the time to put his member back into his pants as he squat down to face her. <br><br>The corners of his mouth twitching into the by now familiar smile, he was just looking at her for a while, his hand and her paw still with intertwined fingers. He rested his sights on it for a while, and was slowly pressing his palm deeper and deeper into her soft padding. She had a more or less humanoid shape, though there were plenty of things that set her apart from humans alright. Just the fur, to point out the most obvious of things, though her ears, face, snout actually, paws, and tail were something no normal human had. And yet, all her human and non-human things combined, made her so much more alluring than anyone normal. <br><br>Adrian was just looking at her, eyeing her pretty form, until he finally spoke up. "That was very well done Umbre." He realised she had swallowed, and since she had shown him how inexperienced she was, he thought some explanation was in order. "You did well to swallow my seed, for spilling it onto the floor would show disrespect to your trainer." Taking a small pause, he wanted to push her a little further. If he took advantage of her current state, he might well have paved the road to her becoming much more than just a pokemon. He wanted her to become more. "Now, are you ready to clean off the last remnants?" His eyes focussing on her's, waiting for a reply. His right hand slowly reaching for her breast, giving her time to see him move and watch his intentions. He wanted to get a good grip too. To feel her up while she cleaned his cock. Adrian was going to make her His.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 14:46:45</strong>
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				Gazing up at him still, Umbre licks her lips, still tasting his cum and trying to get any that happened to make it outside of her mouth. She watches as he squatted down in front of her, still holding her paw in his hand. But her attention is drawn back to his cock, and how he didn't even bother to slip it back into his pants. Her&nbsp; pulse was still quick, as well as her breathing, her sex slick from her own arousal at their first sexual encounter with one another.<br><br>As she glances back up to his face, she sees his lips twitch into his smile, the one she was growing rather fond of. She watches him as he looks at her, not knowing if she was supposed to be doing something or not. When he glanced down to where he held her paw, she followed his gaze, wondering what he was thinking so hard about, smiling a little as she felt him press his palm against the pads of her paws. The pads, though they looked a little rough, were actually quite soft to the touch, gentle enough that they wouldn't cause discomfort should...should she ever please him with her paws. The thought startled her a little, her blush flaring back to life once more. She had a feeling that things were quickly changing.<br><br>Upon hearing Adrian's voice, Umbre's ears perk up and her tail swishes a little behind her, enjoying his praise. She was glad that she did everything right. It was amazing considering her lack of knowledge and experience. In response to his next statement, she nods slightly to show she understood, fidgeting a little to make herself comfortable again. She nods again, almost too eager, to his question, tail swishing a bit faster. Just as she is about to move to do as he wants, she sees his hand reaching out toward her slowly and she pauses, looking up at him curiously. As he cupped her breast, she bites back a small whine, though not quickly enough as it partially escaped from her throat, making her tense and stare up at him. Would that bother him...?<br><br>But she doesn't give it anymore thought, not wishing to be punished for not cleaning him up the first time he asked her to. Leaning down, she slides her tongue out of her mouth and starts to lick the remaining cum from his shaft, ears tweaking slightly before she takes his cock into her warm mouth once more. She suckles lightly, tasting the leftover seed on his skin, licking up from the base of his cock as she suckles, making sure to clean him up really good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 17:58:48</strong>
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				Would her wince annoy him? Not at all, in fact, it enticed him to work harder on what he was trying to accomplish. His hand wouldn't stop at cupping her breast, instead he gently squeezed it. Just to the point where it became a little more painful than comfortable, stopping just after crossing that thin line. <br><br>His thumb quickly moved upwards, brushing over her nipple repeatedly before pressing it into her own breast. It wasn't overly painful, a mixture between pain and pleasure, rough loving one might say. Adrian was just trying to see how much she could cope with, and he hoped, that she would be able to cope with a great deal. <br><br>Waiting until she finished cleaning him off, his voice was gentle with a light undertone; "Thats good Umbre," inserting a light pause where he took the time to watch her face, her reactions. "now, lay on your back for me." He wasn't just going to wait for her to act on his command, the hand holding her breast was already pushing her over, the hand with which he held her paw kept her steady. <br><br>He would have her on her back in no time, crawling over her in a show of dominance. Though now he did take the time to pull up his pants again, hiding his cock in the process. He brought his left hand over her head, taking her paw with him. Putting her in such a defenceless position was exciting, he hoped she would allow it all he thought as his face came close to hers. So very close to her nose and mouth, he whispered. "Don't worry Umbre, I won't go too far. Just let me feel your body." His hand moved with his words, squeezing her breast, playing with her nipple. Pinching it painfully, though quickly rubbing it afterwards trying to calm her down. "You're my pokemon, you're going to let me play with your body, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 00:08:17</strong>
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				While she took her time to clean him up, Umbre could feel Adrian's hand squeeze her breast instead of just cupping it as he had been. It wasn't completely uncomfortable, but she wasn't used to such attentions, and especially to a sensitive part of her body. The light pain made her whimper around his cock, pausing in her cleaning to pull back enough to take a deep breath. But that would only push more of her breast into his groping hand.<br><br>At the same time she did this, she felt his thumb brush up over her nipple. She squirms in front of him and whimpers once more, trying to lap at his cock to continue her task. Although, it was becoming harder and harder to do as Adrian continued to play with her nipple, tensing a little as he pressed her nipple into her breast, a soft moan escaping in a light pant against his saliva coated cock.<br><br>By the time her Trainer told her that it was enough, that she could stop cleaning him, her breathing was heavier and her pulse was a bit quicker. Umbre looks up at him, a mix between a surprised and lustful expression on her face, her blush slowly fading enough that it couldn't be seen through her fur unless he really looked. As she started to obey his command, she found herself being pushed over by his hand on her breast, the paw which he held tightening its grip a little. She blinks up at him with wide eyes, taken by surprise at being pushed over. Before she could even think to react, she found him crawling over her, immediately noticing the dominant position he took over her.<br><br>Umbre only squirms a little, turning her gaze away from his face long enough to watch as he lifted his hand over her head, drawing with it her paw. The position, of both of them, made her pulse quicken even more, her breathing catching slightly as her lips part. She was sure that he could smell her arousal by now, her virgin sex slick with it. But surprisingly, she wasn't ashamed or embarrassed. As Adrian whispered to her, her eyes close a little as she listens to what he says, ears tweaking slightly as she does. She gasps and arches up a little as he pinched her nipple, whimpering loudly at the small waves of pain radiating from the small, pink, hardened nub. The whimpering turned into something softer, though not quite a moan as he rubbed over the sensitive bud to calm her. She opens her eyes to gaze up at him, her blush suddenly flaring back into her cheeks at his question, and she slowly nods.<br><br>She couldn't deny him... Umbre wanted her Trainer's attention, wanted to feel him touching her and teasing her. He was making her crave to feel more. It wouldn't take long before she was completely his. He must've known that by now, surely
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 22:41:53</strong>
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				Oh yes, that was what he was waiting for. That small, slow nod was like a ticket to his desires. Her blowjob was great, especially for a first time, though he wanted something other than just physical pleasure as well. He wanted to make her understand that she was his, and while she did all the work he couldn't be sure that she understood. <br><br>She might take some primal notion of control, dominance, by being the one that gave pleasure. No, he wouldn't have that, even if it was just his mind finding paranoid reasons. He would have to teach her, that all pleasure, and pain, went through him. If he didn't allow it, it wouldn't happen. And his hands were going to teach her just that.<br><br>His right hand still on her breast, rubbing her nipple, brushing over it from side to side, while he left hand withdrew from her paw. Tracing its way over her arm all the way down to her shoulder and moving up to her cheek. He brushed against it with the front of his fingers while his right hand remained intent on teasing her nipple. His left hand, moved from her cheek to her lips. Flowing her fingers over her lips and pushing them aside to go into her snout. The exotic shape made it easy to go in, his forefinger and middle finger made their way past her lips, pushing on her tongue. They tasted like his cock, he had held it, the strong masculine scent and taste were all over them.<br><br>Though that wasn't enough, he was pressing his knees against her sides, her boots against her legs. He was showing her who was in command simply by limiting her movements. And soon enough, his right hand left her breast, slowly tracing its way down to her moist sex. Oh he had smelled her, and he knew just what he was going to do. Her actions up until now betrayed her inexperience, perhaps she was even a virgin, perhaps she had never even climaxed. That would be perfect he thought, and smiled in anticipation.<br><br>His fingers worked quickly, rubbing her clit, brushing over her lips, taking tiny dips into her sex. He was working fast and effective, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through her. Though that wasn't all, he pinched her clit. Hard, pulling at it as he did, taking care to pull his fingers back if she were to instinctively bite him in response. Following that pinch would be a series of small gentle rubs, before going faster again, leading up to another pinch, and another, before he went gentle again. Giving her pleasure, and pain, and pleasure again, and also pain again. Going on, unrelenting, fast, effective, and so pleasurable. She might even enjoy the pinching, if not as much as the gentle rubbing, just because it was his attention. <br><br>His head came down, and as his fingers pulled her snout down a little inside her jaw, he pressed his lips to the tip of her nose. "If you feel really good, and you just want to let go, you have my permission Umbre." He smiled, even if she didn't feel she need it, he had told her. And she might start to understand, that she would need his permission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 23:37:45</strong>
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				Umbre watches her Trainer closely, her body beginning to throb with need, her tail swishing slightly. It was all new to her, every sensation he caused within her body, the ache to be touched more. She knew he was pleased with her first blowjob, but she could tell he wanted more. But she was focused on his hand, the look in his eyes as he stared down at her. All she wanted was for him to continue.<br><br>She looks up quickly as he removed his hand from her paw, whimpering and arching against his other hand as it continued to tease her breast and nipple, the pink bud already hard as he rubbed it. Keeping her arm in the same position as he traced his hand down along to her shoulder, she turns her face back to look up at him. Gently, she nuzzles his hand as he touched her cheek, squirming as he continued to tease her nipple. Instinctively, her lips part as his fingers brushed over them, allowing him to push his fingers into her mouth. She lightly licks his fingers, tasting his cock on them, able to smell his scent.<br><br>As she began to squirm again, she notices how limited her movement was becoming, feeling his knees pressing against her sides, though not painfully so, and his boots against her strong legs. Her body arches a little as his hand moved from her breast and trailed down her toned abdomen to her pubic area. The second she felt his fingers touch her wet folds, she whimpered loudly and bucked against his hand, feeling a bolt of pleasure tear through her body, radiating outward. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, fueled by his attentions. Did he realize she was a virgin?<br><br>Umbre tries to tilt her head back as she felt Adrian rub her small, throbbing pleasure button, but couldn't go too far with his fingers inside of her mouth, yipping loudly suddenly around the digits as another bolt of pleasure hit her. She begins to wiggle her hips, tilting them up as her spine bowed, whining softly as he dipped his fingers slightly into her moist heat. Even just the entrance to her feminine channel was tight, assuring her Trainer completely that she was untouched before him.<br><br>When he pinched her clit and pulled on the highly sensitive nub, she yelps in pain, her jaw snapping shut just as he pulled his fingers free from her mouth. But the resumed rubbing made the pain wash away quickly as pleasure shivered through her once more. With every pinch he ministered to her clit, she yelped a little and squirmed uncomfortably underneath him, but as he continued to follow it up with rubbing she did find herself starting to like it. But only just a little. She was just a bit more sensitive than she should be. She blinks up at him as he pulled her snout down, nose wrinkling a little as he kissed it. Managing a small nod, she wriggles beneath him, her breathing heavy. She understood him clearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 19:13:43</strong>
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				Adrian smiled at her nod, taking it as a cue to move on to even more intense play. His left hand moved away from her cheek, where it had rested after she clenched her jaw shut at the first pinch of her clitoris. He was too smart to risk getting bit by her, especially because he now knew that she was a virgin. Every touch would be so intense for her, and that made Adrian only more interested. <br><br>Still playing with her labia and her clitoris with his right hand, although a little less intense than before, the pokemon trainer brought his left hand to Umbre's right arm. This one wasn't over her head yet, and he was about to change that. Taking her wrist, he pulled her arm up and placed it over her left, pushing them both to the ground with his arm. He knew he didn't have to do so, but it made him feel so much more powerful, in control. The fact that she let him, was even more enticing. <br><br>He smiled again, and his head moved down. Kissing its way down from her neck, to her shoulder, until he reached her breast. Small kisses until he reached her nipple, and locked his lips around it. Suckling strongly on the hard nub, and following it up with a change of pace in her lower regions.<br><br>His right hand had moved away from her lips and was only rubbing her clitoris now. Rough, rubbing from side to side, pushing it back and forth. With her sensitivity it might even hurt, though that would pale in comparison to the intense pleasure it brought. Sucking hard on her nipple, switching from left to right every now and then, and the hard rubbing of her clit. It was clear he wanted to make her come, and he was working vividly to see it happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 21:26:04</strong>
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				While her Trainer continued to tease and play with her virgin sex, Umbre arches and tilts her head back. Her large ears tweak and then dip down slightly as intense pleasure rippled through her body. When he grabbed her wrist and moved her right arm up to join her left, she blinks, squirming as he pinned both of her wrists against the ground. Her hips tilt and wiggle against his hand and she whimpers, her breathing still heavy as he continued his ministrations. Somehow, she just knew that he love the control over her. And she only wanted to give it to him, if only to keep him touching her and teasing her body.<br><br>The thought only made her arousal grow, and she relaxes as he began kissing along her body, reveling in the feel of his lips pressing against her soft fur. Umbre yipped loudly, suddenly, as she felt his lips lock around one of her sensitive pink nipples. Her upper body arches off of the ground as much as it is allowed and she whimpers to him as he suckled strongly on the small nub, making her toned body writhe beneath him.<br><br>Panting lightly, Umbre squirmed a little as his hand moved away from her lower body, only to feel his finger remaining as it rubbed roughly against her clit. Her body jerks and she yips again, toes curling and her back arching. The pleasure rippling outward throughout her body was like nothing she had ever felt before. And although his rubbing was rough and she was very sensitive, it didn't really hurt. But the pleasure was rising and spreading quickly, a strange pressure building up within her.<br><br>Within only mere moments, she could feel the pressure expand and then seem to explode, release inside from her core outward to every single inch of her form. Throwing her head back, she cries out loudly as he brought her to her climax, her spine bowing with the force of her release. She yips and moans, bucking and writhing wildly beneath him as she came – as she experienced her first orgasm. The intensity of the pleasure washing over her made her whimper and squirm, almost making her want to weep from the force of it all, chest heaving as she pants heavily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 20:46:20</strong>
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				He saw her tension rise, and kept the pressure on. Rubbing harshly over her clit while sucking deeply on her nipple, scraping his teeth along the sides. And when she could bear it no more he kept going, forcing her into a massive climax. Waiting her all her bucking, yipping and moaning to end before slowly stopping his pleasurable rubbing. <br><br>He would stroke her lightly for about half a minute after her climax, before finally letting go of her. The moistness of her sex clinging to his fingers, leaving a small trail behind as he pulled them up. He smiled again, amused by the situation. "You seemed to enjoy that thoroughly." Adrian wasn't expecting a response, at least, not a vocalised one, as he turned round to sit back and just watch her panting. <br><br>He liked that, watching her so tired from his work. To see how much she loved it, regardless of the painful parts in between. And as an added experiment, he could see how long it would take before she lowered her paws, taking back some of her freedom in the process. He wondered if she realised that, how longer she kept them up, the more she belonged to him. Perhaps he was hoping for her to ask, if she could stand up again. <br><br>Waiting a small while, just watching her, he took the time to sit comfortably, before giving her the laydown of his plans. Plans she was very much a part of. "Take some time to rest, you've been through a lot in a short time. And you're gonna need that rest, because after we set up camp tonight, you're going to exercise to show me what you're capable of. Understood?" The last wasn't asked sternly or harsh, just to make sure she would reply to him. Something she would have to grow used to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 22:50:17</strong>
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				As Adrian continued to rub, suck, and tease her body to extend her orgasm, Umbre yips louder and bucks underneath him again. She shakes her head at the intensity of the ecstasy flowing through her, feeling as if she couldn't handle anymore as he forced her into a massive climax. Whining loudly and trembling, all she could do was lie there as he stopped his rubbing to begin stroking lightly along her now sticky sex.<br><br>Umbre whimpers as the pleasure starts to slowly ebb away, her eyes closed tight and head still tilted back as he withdrew his hand. She felt weak as she lay there, body quivering as she tries to catch her breath. To his comment, she whimpers quietly, the sound almost silent. It was the only answer she could manage for him at the time.<br><br>She didn't even feel like moving her arms down from where they were still placed above her head, feeling much too good and quite tired, so relaxed. And she was quite sure she couldn't even manage a twitch of her tail or her ears. Her Trainer really wore her out. <em>Was it always going to be like this?</em> she wonders to herself. To be so tired, but feel so good after something like that. It was amazing. But a little scary at the same time. Was this going to be her new weakness?<br><br>After Umbre caught her breath and finally opened her eyes, she slowly drew her arms down and looked to him as he began to speak. When she began to move, she whimpers softly as a last bit of pleasure rippled through her. Nodding slowly to him, she sits up and her large ears twitch in a lazy fashion. Even though she wanted to stand, she wasn't sure if it would be a good idea. She felt shaky and knew for a fact that she wouldn't be able to stand without help until she gained her bearings again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 19:09:28</strong>
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				Adrian would give her ample time to get those bearings back. He was busy picking up the camp, returning everything to its proper place before folding them into one bag or another. The small tent where he slept in folded neatly into a tiny plastic box, which could easily be placed into a specially designed portion of his bag. The technology of today allowed for items to be stored digitally, and transferred from computer to computer. The workings of his tent weren't much different than that.<br><br>Though he did keep an eye on her, if only to check if she was alright. She'd been through a lot today, and while he enjoyed most of that quite thoroughly, she was the one who had to bear the brunt of the experience. Watching from the corner of his eye, he made sure she didn't fall over into a slumber. He had used drugs on her recently, and while they should have long been removed from her systems, there was always the chance that they were still affecting her, and that was something he would need to step in and solve. <br><br>Luckily though, that wasn't necessary. He had handled the packing of the camp on his own, to give her some much needed rest, and by the time he finished she would have had more than enough to get up and be able to walk again. Having stuffed pretty much the entire camp into a relatively small sized backpack, Adrian was ready to get on the move again.<br><br>"Ready Umbre, we're going further North. To see if we can get through the forest to a town, and a pokecenter to give you a full checkup. I need you in top shape when we start training." Already starting to walk towards the forest, waiting for her to fall in line and walk along with him, he kept talking. Hoping both to inspire her as to give her a better idea of his plans. "I'm going to make you one hell of a fighter, I know exactly how to train you. And when you're good enough, we'll challenge the gyms and take on the league." He seemed to enjoy that though, to be able to show the world that he was the best. "I'm sure we'll find other pokemon on the way there though, I won't have a chance without at least five pokemon." <br><br>Adrian could take to his plans all day, and moving through the forest would take them more than that. Though for now he was content just walking with his pokemon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 21:04:03</strong>
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				Her ears perked up.<br><br>Every creature of the forest had its own sound, and this Leafeon had lived here long enough to become intimately familiar with nearly all of them. But this was an anomaly, an unknown.<br><br>Yawning a bit, she sat up, stretching herself out and brushing her hair out of her eyes. She breathed in the scent of the woods, closing her eyes, smiling to herself. Sunlight streamed through the forest canopy, warming her, the last remnants of her slumber draining out of her. It was going to be a fine, beautiful day, she thought. Except for those sounds.<br><br>They were coming from the direction of a forest path... it had to be humans, then, and if it was humans this might not be such a great day after all. She didn't mind them, in general, but it was still a cause for concern. Too many of them refused to care for nature, too many chose to fight the pokemon of the forest, taking them captive. She needed to assess the danger.<br><br>She crouched down and silently stalked through the trees, pausing behind a tree and leaning around it. Ah, there. It was a human after all, and an Umbreon. Was she his companion, his pet... or was he one of the bad humans, having enslaved her to fight for him, like so many others she'd seen along this very path? She couldn't judge him though, not before she'd even seen him doing anything. It could just as easily be innocuous.<br><br>She was going to watch and learn. Lying down in the underbrush to better camouflage herself, she studied the pair intently. If he left peacefully, then so would she.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinsOfEden</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 03:23:28</strong>
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				Umbre didn't need too long before she was able to gain her bearings again. Though she had remained sitting there to watch as he returned to packing up the camp. Not only that, but Adrian hadn't told her that she could stand. So all she could do was sit and wait for the command, not wishing to bother him as he went about packing things up for them to leave. Lazily, her large ears tweak. Even though her attention was on her Trainer, she still listened to their surroundings.<br><br>When she noticed Adrian look over at her, a shy looking smile appeared and her tail swished slowly back and forth. The drugs were long gone from her by now. So there was no real reason for him to worry. And oddly enough, she felt energized by their...time together. She didn't really feel tired at all. Even for it to still be daylight, and not her normal time to be active. But she figured it was like that due to the major disruption in her schedule. It only made sense.<br><br>As her Trainer finished packing and turned to started talking to her while walking towards the forest, Umbre blinks at him. <strong>“May I get up?”</strong> she asks, but she didn't give him any time to answer, nodding slightly to him as she caught up so he didn't leave her behind. She was actually surprised that he didn't try and put a leash on her or make her return to her pokeball. But Umbre definitely wasn't complaining about it. If anything, she felt grateful and like he trusted her enough and she wasn't about to make him regret that.<br><br>But Umbre's attention is cut short as she smelled, and heard, another Pokemon nearby; it was watching them. Immediately, her body goes into a defensive position. Every muscle tenses and her large ears perk up and tweak slowly as she listened intently. Even her tail began to bush up. She didn't know if the Pokemon would be a threat or not, but she wasn't ready to take such a chance. A low growl trickled from her, a warning to Adrian that they were being watched and also as a warning to whatever Pokemon was hiding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 01:07:54</strong>
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				Adrian had walked on a sturdy pace the entire trip, used to long hiking trips in the mountains with his father, and was enjoying the cool air in the forest. Looking up into the forest canopy, watching the pidgeys hunt caterpies and wurmples. <br><br>So many kinds of pokemon, though luckily no beedrill yet. That was one mighty sting those bugs packed, and he was planning on spending the first few days with his first pokemon with a fever in agony on account of his allergy.<br><br>Watching his own pokemon suddenly twitch, Adrian stopped. He was starting to feel that bond develop between pokemon and trainer. That almost mystical combination that made the pokemon masters what they are. It wasn't nearly as well developed, the true masters could read exactly what was going on from a small motion like this. <br><br>Though watching Umbre bush up her tail and hearing he growl was good enough. He wanted this bond to develop, he needed it to if he wanted to become anything like a good trainer. So he had to learn, just like his pokemon would learn to handle him.<br><br>Moving closer to Umbre, standing at the ready Adrian almost whispers. "Tell me what I need to know, Umbre." He wanted her to get used to this, to tell him specifically what he needed. Whether to flee or to fight, or perhaps capture.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 07:30:54</strong>
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				That Umbreon was surprisingly alert, to have noticed something was amiss, and after that growl the Leafeon knew she was now in danger. She didn't want to fight, not unless she absolutely had to, and especially not if it could have been avoided by simply backing off. If they were nice, spying on them was just being needlessly antagonistic.<br><br>And if they weren't nice, she thought, it was the safest course of action. Not just for her, but for the other forest Pokemon, those she considered kindred spirits. By tracking the pair she could keep them from interfering with the forest, should they decide to.<br><br>But she still didn't know, one way or the other. She needed more information, needed them to make a move. She was still hidden, she believed, both scent and sight blending in with the grass around her. Without a definite threat in sight, the Umbreon could decide that whatever alerted her was just a false alarm. The Leafeon sighed to herself, hoping that she would, hoping that the couple wouldn't start a search... if they did, well... it was fight or flight. She would have to decide when... if... it happened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 01:29:40</strong>
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				Something was off alright, Umbreon knew there was something that could be identified as a thread. A caterpie wouldn't have been worth this growl, and though she had surely taken on a defensive stance, there was something odd. No reaction.<br><br>Pokemon speak in body language just like humans do, and this position, the growl, the fluffing of her tail, all signs that she was showing off how strong she was. And that called for a reaction, one of equal or surpassing force. After all, if one animal shows another how strong it is, then the other must be able match that strength or be dominated. And that last, was most intriguing to Adrian. <br><br>Adrian took a few steps aside, positioning himself right behind his Umbreon in an attempt to find whatever pokemon she might have seen. This trainer knew exactly what this little animalistic act meant. The recipient of Umbreon's show of power was afraid. It might be a viable strategy to hide, though not when its clear that you've been found. A smile spread across Adrian's face, he'd found a pokemon his own could dominate, and he wasn't about to let that chance slip.<br><br>Unfortunately, his time spent forging a deep bond with his pokemon had left open an obvious flaw, one that he would have to correct as soon as possible. He didn't know his own pokemon's moves. One might argue that he had only just caught her, and more importantly only recently controlled her, though not knowing one's own pokemon's moves was more than just an oversight. It wasn't going to stop him though, he would be able to adapt, and put the situation to his own advantage, just how he imagined his perfect view of a pokemon master would do.<br><br>Stepping out and pointing over his own Umbreon towards her target, he shouted; "Umbreon, flush this little out with a physical attack! Bring her into my sight! I want to see if she's worth capturing!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 20:51:29</strong>
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				Umbre nodded in response, her vision fixated on the wilderness ahead of her. The Leafeon's eyes met hers for a brief moment; somewhere, in the back of her mind, something stirred, something about the Umbreon's eyes....<br><br>She didn't have time to think about it, though. Umbre began to focus, yellow circles turning bright as she channeled energy. Thrusting her palms out, she screamed "Hyper Beam!", sending a blazing torrent of raw energy into the forest. Trees splintered and cracked, branches and loose bark breaking free under the assault. The ground ripped up, dirt and grass blasted into the wind. The attack only lasted a few seconds before Umbre staggered, completely drained, but it did what it was supposed to.<br><br>Leafeon lunged forward onto the path, dropping into a low stance. "This is unforgivable!" she shouted, casting a glance at the destruction before looking back to the trainer and his pet. There was still something about that Umbreon that bothered her, but she pushed it aside. Plucking one of the blades of grass off the ground, she focused on it, lengthening, sharpening and tempering it into a weapon as deadly as any sword. <em>If this human wants a fight,</em> she mused, <em>then I will give him one.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 23:39:46</strong>
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				Not taking his eyes off of his target, Adrian did sway his body more to umbreon as he yelled at her. "I said Physical attack!" Least of all he'd wanted her to do a Hyper beam, though imagine that. The first move his first pokemon ever did was hyper beam, it didn't get more impressive than that. <br><br>Though she'd still have to be taught a lesson after that crucial mistake, he couldn't afford to let it get in the way of his prize. "Don't worry! Stay back, recover, and prepare for another beam!" <br><br>Stepping inbetween his own pokemon and the Leafeon that was getting ready figh. Adrian knew that fighting against a strong pokemon head on was stupid, and wouldn't serve him at all, though there were things he could do. Things that no pokemon could ignore.<br><br>Reaching into his pockets he fetched out two handfulls of pokeballs with a mean smile. She might be stronger than him, but he had technology on his side. If he'd hit her with just one of these, no matter where on her body, she would be trapped at least until she broke free. And even if he never hit her, she would have to invest time and effort into avoiding the balls that would just return to their owner if they missed. A nasty tactic, one that fitted Adrian in all aspects, taking advantage of any aspect and weakness he could find. <br><br>Throwing the first ball straight at her, and readying a second with the push of a button to throw to wherever this Leafeon would dodge. She would have a rough time avoiding the torrent of pokeballs coming from his strong throwing arm. Now Umbre just had to listen and obey, he wanted this Leafeon now, it was like a challenge, that blade of hers. A challenge to his pride and abilities. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 08:09:30</strong>
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				So capture was his goal. So be it. Leafeon dived out of the way of the first Pokeball, rolling, gracefully coming to her feet. A second one was already on its way, forcing another dodge, then a third... she wasn't going to let herself get captured, not by this human.<br><br>She dashed forward, sliding underneath another ball, quickly rolling onto her chest to avoid another - too close, she thought, as it landed in the dirt just inches away. She was in a bad position, and she quickly tried to get to her feet again.<br><br>Too slow.<br><br>The Pokeball hit her right between her breasts. She felt a pull, her senses clouding as her body dissolved. She let out a shriek just before the glow filled her vision, leaving nothing but darkness.<br><br>Umbre steadied herself, taking a deep breath to clear her head before moving to Adrian's side. She glanced at him, looking slightly apologetic, before tensing up like a coil. She was ready to fight if the Leafeon had the strength to escape...<br><br>The Pokeball burst open, a dazed Leafeon stumbling out of the red glow. She growled fiercely, now infuriated, her skin turning flush. Getting trapped like that wasn't an experience she was willing to repeat, and she charged forward, leaf-sword ready to slash. Umbre growled back, raising her tail, poised to intercept the Leafeon. There was something off, though, as the two opponents stared into each others eyes... Umbre felt her guard lowering, but just for a moment before a glance at Adrian reminded her of her place. And her duty.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 22:51:51</strong>
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				"Umbreon, you're going to weaken her for me. Not an all or nothing attack like hyper beam, use something different, preferably a ranged attack. Don't allow her the use of that blade." She was feisty, this pokemon. There were plenty of reasons to catch her. Just her finely shaped body and her attacks would have been enough, but she seemed to have spirit too. <br><br>Adrian had just been buying time with his previous balls, the low-grade pokeballs were the cheapest around. No, he had a special set of ultra-balls waiting for those pokemon that he really wanted. And since this Leafon had already broken free of a normal one, she'd feel confident breaking free of another. <br><br>He would weaken her, using his Umbreon, stand at the side, ready to throw a normal pokeball if he judged his Umbre incapable of dodging an incoming attack. Though when she was weakened enough, he would capture her with an Ultra-ball. The added strength and refinement of the capture mechanism should catch her off guard. Far stronger than the normal pokeball she'd felt before.<br><br>Adrian couldn't help but smile a little as he saw the two pokemon getting ready to fight eachother, one with the added guidance of her trainer, the other on her own. But not to worry, they would soon learn to get along. And if they didn't feel like it he'd force them. After all, two version of an eevee evolution ought to get along. And they did look so charming together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 03:06:28</strong>
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				Umbre nodded and focused her energy again. Dark energy formed within her, building up. "Dark Pulse!" she shouts, a fraction of a second before the energy blasts out of her, directed towards the approaching Pokemon. The black shockwave was too large to dodge effectively; the Leafeon realized this, skidding to a halt, crouching, shielding her face with her arms.<br><br>The blast hit her dead-on. Leafeon hissed as pain shot through her body. Grimacing, breathing hard, she returned to her feet. <em>It will take more than that to finish me,</em> she mused, as she continued her charge.<br><br>Leafeon was a real sprinter; she had cleared the distance and jumped into the sky, bringing her leaf sword down at the Umbreon's head. Umbre rolled out of the way, but it wasn't necessary. Adrian was quick, another ball flying forth from his hand, forcing Leafeon to twist in midair to avoid it, landing on her side in the dirt.<br><br>As the Leafeon twisted herself into a crouch, Umbre backed away, firing another Dark Pulse. Leafeon stumbled over backwards as she was hit, her body seeming to give out on her at last as she collapsed in a heap. Umbre steadied her breathing, smiling in satisfaction. The adrenaline began to drain out of her. A real battle... not that the Leafeon put up much of a fight, but it was still thrilling. She was beaming at Adrian, so satisfied to have won.<br><br>And the Leafeon lunged, sword whistling through the air. Umbre screeched as the blade bit her stomach, a deep red welt forming almost immediately. A second strike got her arm and brought her down. "For the forest!" Leafeon yelled, dropping onto Umbre to pin her beneath her legs, raising the leafy razor above her head, staring into those captivating eyes....<br><br>Memories flooded her mind. Her body froze, her face twisting in shock. "Umbre...?" she whispered.<br><br>The Hyper Beam sent her soaring backwards, slamming into a tree with enough force to crack it before collapsing onto her chest. Umbre pushed herself onto one knee, wincing, her chest heaving as she breathed. Her mind was focused on that Pokemon's word... how did she know her name?<br><br>The Leafeon tried to push herself up, but it was no good. Even the slightest movement hurt; she was beaten. As she slumped over into the grass, she tried to crane her neck to see the Pokemon who defeated her, to make sure her memory hadn't failed her. "Umbre..." she gasped before closing her eyes and passing into near-unconsciousness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 04:05:27</strong>
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				"Great work Umbre!" Adrian called as he fished out his ultra-ball, prepared for exactly this occasion. The black, yellow striped ball pitched straight at its target, though Adrian didn't just stand by to watch. He might be hard on his own pokemon, but leaving them in pain without a purpose, was something he would not abide.<br><br>Reaching deep into his backpack, while keeping a close eye on the red form that was slowly being transported into the ball, to found the potion he was looking for. Rushing over to his umbreon, kneeling at her side in a position where he could see the ball wobble lightly, not nearly enough to break the constraints. The Leafeon had no chance, she was his. Though she was acting strange. The exhilaration of controlling his pokemon in an actual fight was so intense, he hardly heard what she said. Though it looked like she called Umbre's name, and that was odd. He'd only called her by her type, right? <br><br>In any case, it didn't matter now. "Lie on your back Umbre, I'll administer the potion." Even though he was going to make this wound much easier to bear, he wasn't about to go easy on her because of it. If she followed his orders, she would be rewarded. And if she didn't do it fast enough, he would grab her good paw and force her. Spraying the thin, biting, mist over her wounds, and very carefully rubbing the sides of the wound to make sure the medicine took hold. It wasn't pleasant, but it would make her recovery far smoother. <br><br>With a nod, he was ready. Petting her head ever so slightly before standing up to look at the by now motionless Ultra-ball. "You did very well Umbre, perhaps well enough to make me forget about your mistake earlier." Turning to face his pokemon just as he picked up the ball, to show her that he hadn't forgot. "I want you to rest, and think on it while I check on our newest team member, understood?" <br><br>Now, lets see whether or not this Leafon needs medical attention. He was no doctor, but enough potions and the more expensive variants would get him far enough to reach a pokemon center. Pressing the activation button quickly sent a red beam to the focal point, allowing the Leafon to rematerialise outside the ball. He had picked a good spot, enough grass and leaves to form a soft patch. Walking over to his newest pokemon, he spoke, "You put up a good fight Leafeon, but now you're mine. What should I call you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 22:08:15</strong>
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				Umbre flopped onto her back without the slightest resistance. The welts felt like they were on fire, and even aside from them, her body ached with fatigue. She whimpered quietly as Adrian coated the injuries with his stinging medicinal mist, and her breath caught in her throat as he kneaded the medicine into her wounds. She let out a loud gasp as he finished, her breathing rapid as she tried to ignore the pain. She looked into Adrian's eyes, nodding in understanding before rolling onto her side to rest.<br><br>The Leafeon felt a cool breeze, soft grass beneath her. Her mind began to piece itself together... the battle, those crimson eyes... she took a deep breath, smelling the sweet scent of the forest. Someone was speaking, but it seemed so far away. "You put up a good fight Leafeon, but now you're mine," he said. What... she shook her head, opening her eyes.<br><br>And there he was, that trainer, standing above her. Leafeon immediately realized that she was sprawled out on her back, completely exposed to him. She tried to push her legs together, tried to put her arms over her breasts, but even the slightest movement triggered a burst of pain. She hurt so much... that blast really did a number on her. That blast from... Umbre? It had to be Umbre, she could never forget those eyes. "What should I call you?" the trainer continued.<br><br>"Valeria..." she found herself saying. "Valeria. Umbre... is Umbre there?" She lifted her head, just long enough to catch another glimpse of the Umbreon, before her neck gave out on her and all she could do was stare at the sky, moaning softly in pain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 22:27:11</strong>
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				Adrian stepped closer, his boot coming awefully close to her sex with her left leg between his two. Valeria, apparently these two pokemon were acquainted, what are the odd? Though he would question her on that later, right now he had more pressing things to do.<br><br>First off, checking to see if she had any wounds that required immediate attention. She seemed hurt, yes, but not fatally so. Her yellow fur singed at some places due to ferocious strength of the hyperbeam, though taking that into account she had a good fur coat. The leaf-parts of her body transitioned nicely, and overall she had fine shapes. Perhaps a little underweight, muscles not as well defined as those of Umbreon, but certainly not bad. <br><br>Adrian assumed she was a few levels lower than his first pokemon, though he'd work her up to speed soon enough. Right now, medical attention came first. He could ease her pain, help her recover a little. But to bring her back into perfect shape, a visit to the pokemon center was in order. Looking out to the North of the forest, where the closest city was located. A breeze rushing over the trio, ruffling through fur, leaf and hair. <br><br>"Well, Valeria, welcome to my team." Adrian said as he walked over to his bag, which he'd left on the floor next to Umbre. Something against the pain and to increase her healing, a super potion should do. A quick check of his inventory showed that he had plenty left. At least five more doses of super, and even a single dose of hyper-potion in case of an emergency. <br><br>As he walked back to the Leafeon, squatting down on her right, he spoke again. "Do the two of you know eachother?" And without waiting for an answer he resumed while spraying the fine mist over Leafeon's body, rubbing it into her skin to get past the fur. "Thats good to know, you will be a good team in dual-fights." To keep her mind a little occupied, he smiled, while his hand moved over to the underside of her breasts. Rubbing against them, but not, technically, violating her private places. He just wanted her to get used to it, and watched to see the two react, and possibly even&nbsp; get re-acquainted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 23:05:34</strong>
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				Valeria moved her head slightly, watching Adrian pull something out of his pack. "Do the two of you know each other?" he asked, just before spraying some sort of misty substance over her body. It was an odd sensation, leaving her tingling.<br><br>"Umbre..." she began, before stopping as he massaged her body. She winced and tried to squirm away, but her body was still too sore to really obey her. "What are you..." Interrupted again, swallowing hard as he rubbed the underside of her breasts. She shuddered, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes closed, just hoping it would all end soon. As much as it tingled, it still felt good... a feeling she was ashamed of having, in this condition.<br><br>Umbre pushed herself up, walking over to the pair. "Valeria..." she whispered, looking over the Leafeon's body before kneeling at her side, opposite Adrian. "Valeria, is it really you?" She remembered that day... it seemed so long ago... they were both Eevees, then, living in a foster home for young Pokemon. She was adopted... poor Valeria was left behind. She had gone through her life believing that she would never see her sister again, and now they find each other out here, as opponents in a battle? The odds of it... she had so many questions she wanted to ask.<br><br>But that would have to wait. Valeria was beginning to feel better, the potion's effect taking hold and soothing her aches. "Umbre," she said, opening her eyes to look into her sister's eyes. "I'm so glad to see you again." She smiled weakly. Adrian was so far out of their minds he may as well not have existed at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 23:29:01</strong>
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				That, bugged him. These two pokemon might have ages of history together, Adrian wasn't someone to just be pushed out of the picture. After all, they were his pokemon, they didn't have the right to ignore their trainer. Luckily for them though, the situation didn't allow for an outburst on his side, and he was able to restrain himself. Though they might feel the sting of it later, and now in his annoyed voice.<br><br>"Alright, thats enough for now. We need to get the two of you to a pokemon center. And you," looking down at the still immobilised Valeria, "are hardly able to get there on your own." Not to mention the fact that Umbre had a nasty wound herself. She might manage to walk besides him, but Adrian wasn't going to carry this Leafeon if he could simply press a button and put her in her pokeball.<br><br>"Umbre, while Valeria here is going to have to ride in her pokeball," said as he took the Ultra-ball in question in hand, "you've got a choice whether you want to stay outside." Then he realised that he didn't want to wait for her to rest, what if Valeria's condition worsened? As well as the inconvenience on his side. "Though if you're going to drag me down, you'll go straight into your pokeball as well, understood?" <br><br>Still sitting squatted down next to Valeria, he placed a hand over her forehead. A friendly smile coming to his lips, "You're a welcome addition to the team, and the two of you can chat up as soon as you're recovered." Before his face grew more determined, "As long as it doesn't disturb your training." There, that showed his intentions quite clearly. As long as they did what he told them to do, then he wouldn't be forced to punish them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:32:54</strong>
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				Valeria frowned, but her body was still too sore and tired to offer any real resistance. As much as she was thrilled to see Umbre again, this was probably the absolute worst way to reunite with her. She enjoyed her freedom, strolling through the wilderness, conversing with the other Pokemon... and this man was going to take that away from her. Had taken it away. She was bound to his Ultraball now... unless he chose to release her there would never be any escape. He was going to turn her into a fighter, an idea she resented.<br><br>But there was nothing she could do about it now. Too exhausted to even complain before the light enveloped her, left her in a cramped, dark place.<br><br>Umbre watched her sister enter the ball, looking up at Adrian after it was done. "I would prefer to stay outside," she said, standing. She was tired too, but the only real pain was the lingering welts across her arm and torso. She could keep pace with him, though her mind would be on her sister. Hopefully they would get to a Pokemon center soon... she knew Valeria needed treatment, and she couldn't wait to talk to her once she had recovered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 12:56:15</strong>
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				The trek to the city was short, and there were few events on the way. Most of the pokemon had long been gone after the use of that hyper beam. The fearsome power of the attack sending the weaker of the species running in fear. After all, it would take a high level pokemon to withstand such an attack, and those rarer pokemon tend to live at hard to reach places. Mount silver in Johto, or the victory road in Kanto. <br><br>Though here in this forest right in the middle of the region, there were few high level pokemon. Apparently Adrian had his almost inhuman luck again. Finding such a high level pokemon hiding in this area. He smiled a little, as he watched his Umbreon keeping up with him. Her wounds healing rapidly, the potions were doing their trick. Though he thought of his recently caught Leafeon too. Holding her ultraball up, remembering the damage to her body and the fatigue she'd shown. She had to be brought to a pokemon center soon, no time to catch another pokemon on the route, quite unfortunate.<br><br>"How are you holding up, Umbre?"<br><br>Adrian asked, just as the trio made its way to the entrance of the city. Young trainers fighting battles just outside the city limits. Caterpies and Weedles fighting on their young master's command. Bug Catchers, their pokemon giving it their all for their trainers, and all Adrian could think of was that they wouldn't stand a chance against his own pokemon. Even with Umbre in her current condition.<br><br>They were far too busy to even consider challenging him, and the inside the city limits pokemon battles were usually forbidden. If a high level pokemon let out a hyperbeam inside a city, it could easily level a building. The Gym buildings and training areas were usually exceptions to this rule. Specially constructed to withstand the powers of strong pokemon. It was a good way to handle all the dangers that accompany pokemon battles, though right now Adrian was just getting ready to enter the pokemon center.<br><br>Always in an easily accessible place, never too far from the main entrance. Strategically placed one might say. To make sure that trainers were always able to bring their pokemon inside, just in time. With the sliding doors opening, Adrian stood ready to with Umbre's own pokeball. The item he caught her with just a little over a day ago. <br><br>"Time to enter your pokeball, the process will be far smoother if you're inside. And I'm not going to waste time, understood?" His voice was demanding, though not angry. He was just letting her know how it would be done, and that there was no room for arguing his decision. He smiled afterwards, letting her know a small fact that would make it a little easier to take. <br><br>"When the Nurse is done with you, I'll let the two of you out again. And I heard that there are ways to make your pokeballs more, 'comfortable'. So thats something you can look forward to." There was something odd about the way he said that word, though right now there was no time to worry about it. The red beam was already on its way, and the procedure wouldn't take long. They would be out in no time, and ready to explore this city at Adrian's side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 16:28:14</strong>
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				It was quite rare that anything so needlessly destructive interrupted the calm of that forest.&nbsp; The hyperbeam had torn a swathe of desolation through the trees, ripping several from their tightly rooted bases and otherwise turning the hardly packed soil into dust and mud.&nbsp; As one lone individual surveyed the remains of a desiccated trunk, she noted the broken form of a caterpie twitching in the muck.&nbsp; It wouldn't survive for long.&nbsp; A small blessing.&nbsp; Several pidgeys glared at the wanderer with unconcealed annoyance, eager to feed but unwilling to risk a fight over the meal.&nbsp; Without so much as a word the figure turned away.&nbsp; Feeding was not high on her list of things to do.<br><br>Obdura hefted the weighted club against her left shoulder.&nbsp; For a cubone, it felt only natural to feel the smooth bone against her scales, gripped firmly in the palm of her hand.&nbsp; Hers was a bit unique, in that one end had been broken off and carved into a crude blade.&nbsp; Sometimes a battle required subtlety, and a mace was hardly the sort of tool for that.&nbsp; She was far from ordinary in that sense, though her peculiarities didn't stop there.&nbsp; The heavy scarring was hardly noteworthy, but the battered human skull grafted to the back of her own was more than a little disconcerting.<br><br>She knew this by the numerous odd or outright frightened looks she received in every town she passed through, and this small rural city was no different.&nbsp; Her saving grace was the fact that most humans assumed her to be some poor sap's catch.&nbsp; Wild types almost never dared wander the streets, unless they were naturally city dwelling creatures.&nbsp; Still, that didn't stop some from alerting certain authorities anyway, though she had a million and one tales for any nosy officer who cared to humor them.<br><br>There was only one reason for her to be in the city today, and he was standing casually outside the Pokemon center with what seemed like a look of perpetual satisfaction on his face.&nbsp; Obdura did not know his name, but she knew his type far too well.&nbsp; The cause of the destruction in the forest, and a source of curiosity.<br><br>She came up from the side of him and leaned against the wall tiredly.&nbsp; The bone club slid into the belt about her waist, and her arms crossed beneath her breasts as a foot pressed against the Center's brightly painted side.&nbsp; One eye slid up to look at Adrian from her skull's socket, though her head remained firmly level.<br><br>"The beginning of an interesting day."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 21:25:27</strong>
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				Adrian looked at the Cubone, taking his time to look her up and down, not at all ashamed to take in her finer details. It wasn't as if he was looking at another human, this was just a pokemon. Though she looked rather well in shape, much like his Umbreon. His expression did not change much as his eyes scanned the skin of this pokemon, perhaps betraying a little of his thoughts only. <br><br>She probably belonged to a trainer, otherwise she wouldn't be walking here in the city. If she somehow didn't belong to a trainer, then she was interesting... Either way, it was worth finding out. After all, if she did belong to a trainer, that person might have some business with him. <br><br>Having deposited his pokemon a while before this Cubone arrived, Adrian had little to do. Simply waiting for the allotted time to pass so that he could pick up his pokemon once more. Wondering slightly what kind of treatment they'd undergone, though the thought went by quickly enough. This Cubone talked to him, and that would be rewarded with some attention.<br><br>"An interesting day indeed." That was just the set-up, pokemon did not often approach humans without a reason. "Did you come here at the behest of your trainer?" Adrian asked, his expression turning slowly to intrigued. The answer he expected, would rapidly move that interest in this pokemon to the trainer. Though one never knows. Adrian had just caught two high level pokemon in two different areas, who happened to be related. Perhaps he too would become one of those people like the Pokemon Masters everyone used to speak of. Those that lived adventure after adventure, and that thought brought a smile back to his face as he waited for an answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 23:40:10</strong>
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				Obdura allowed his interested gaze to go where it please, entirely unabashed.&nbsp; Unlike certain other Pokemon, her most private features were entirely hidden from sight by a layer of dusty brown scales.&nbsp; Even if that were not the case, she didn't have the air of one who was easy to get flustered.<br><br>"My trainer."&nbsp; It wasn't a question, nor did it seem to trail off like a memory.&nbsp; "His words mean as much to me as flies to a rapidash.&nbsp; I go according to my own whims, and he follows after me."<br><br>After a moment of silence her inquisitive eye turned back towards the sparse crowds.&nbsp; "You have not been traveling long.&nbsp; Are you new to this little human sport?"&nbsp; she asked slowly, rapping a knuckle against the wall of the Pokemon Center.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 00:05:57</strong>
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				Adrian let out a laugh, one that portrayed his vision of her trainer very well. A laugh that spoke of a real loser, one that couldn't keep his pokemon under control. Someone he was devastate in pokemon combat. At least, his perfect fantasies told him so. In truth, this trainer had a long ways to go yet. His only excuse, that he barely had the time to start training. Something he was quite eager to do.<br><br>"Fancy a snack?" He asked, quite out of the blue. This was an interesting pokemon, and he was going to buy his own two eevee evolutions a meal with some luxury anyway. A sort of, gentle introduction to this new world they were going to live in. More particularly, to the new rules they had to live by. His rules.<br><br>"My pokemon are going to be ready any time now, I was going to buy them dinner anyway." He was, intrigued though. This pokemon didn't at all seem like the normal ones around, not even a bit like his own. Quite a strong will, that much could be read from her behaviour. <br><br>Stepping over to the automated door, Adrian's eyes slid over to the eye sockets of Obdura's skull. Quite a morbid type of pokemon, his short pause before entering the door an invitation for her to come along. The idea of almost stealing a pokemon from a trainer, just by being more interesting, gave him a hesitant rush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 00:31:58</strong>
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				The thought to deny the offer never even came to her.&nbsp; The woman was a pragmatist at heart, where survival and pride were often entirely separate from one another.&nbsp; An easy meal from time to time was fine by her, particularly if it came from someone whose pockets were burning with an excess of funds.&nbsp; The Hunt could come later, when the mood was right.&nbsp; No doubt this beginner would offer much in that respect.<br><br>Obdura accepted silently, stepping into the frigid air of the Pokemon Center with arms swinging proudly at her sides.&nbsp; She always despised the Centers, for as amiable as their staff strived to be, the omnipresent sterility of a hospital could never be entirely erased.<br><br>"Grown eevees," she stated plainly, looking about the room rather than at her new company.&nbsp; "Favored by the rich.&nbsp; Aiming for a full set?"&nbsp; Her eye flicked in his direction, and a small change in the tone of her voice hinted at the possibility of a smirk beneath that skull.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 21:45:48</strong>
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				Neither Umbre nor Valeria had the slightest idea how the treatment worked, but it certainly helped. As their Pokeballs were run through the medical equipment, they immediately began to feel relaxed, their pain slowly fading away. Even the cramped feeling didn't bother them any more.<br><br>Umbre finished first, and she found herself released in a small examination room. As she ran her fingers through her fur, she couldn't even see the slightest hint of the marks that she once bore, as if the battle had never even happened. As one of the nurses entered, she allowed the woman to give her a quick physical. Perfect health. "I'll wait for my sister," Umbre said, taking a seat in the corner and waiting.<br><br>It was only a little while later when Valeria enter, looking as pretty as ever. Umbre didn't interrupt the nurses as her sister went through the same examination. "You two are in perfect health," the nurse said, smiling, and the two Pokemon embraced each other.<br><br>They talked as they followed the nurse back out to the lobby. "You can't be serious, Umbre. He captured me?" Valeria exclaimed, as the Umbreon explained what had happened.<br><br>Umbre nodded. "It's true. He caught me too..."<br><br>She trailed off as they entered the lobby. "Your Pokemon are ready and as healthy as ever, sir!" the nurse called out. Umbre moved to Adrian's side, her attention drawn to the Cubone. Valeria stopped a foot behind Umbre, her mind still preoccupied with her situation. As nice as it was to meet her sister, there had to be a way out of this...<br><br>"Do you two know each other?" Umbre asked, crossing her arms as she studied the stranger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:05:13</strong>
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				Adrian laughed again as he walked over to his pokemon. This Cubone compared him to another kind of trainer that couldn't be more different. "I'm no collector. I catch whatever I deem worthy of catching. And amongst a forest of Caterpies and Weedles, these two stood out." <br><br>His left hand quickly found its way to the top of Umbreon's head, gently flattening her ears as he brushed his fingers through her short black fur. It was his own way of examining the pokemon he'd so recently caught. "I was going to buy dinner for the two of you." Adrian commented in response to Umbre, though his attention seemed to switch from Valeria to Obdura. He was beginning to wonder where her trainer was supposed to be, and that could be seen in his slowly changing facial expression. "But this Cubone approached me, and I offered her a snack. So the four of us will go together, unless her trainer intervenes, of course." <br><br>There, a slight jab at her will. She might see it as a challenge to her right to wander freely, or pay it no heed at all. In the very least, everyone knew the plan now. As his hand rose gently from Umbre's head, Adrian walked over to the counter, taking the two distinct pokeballs belonging to his pokemon before nodding a curt goodbye to the nurse. The pokemon centers never asked for payment, they were funded by a combination of government funding and donations. Some of which might have his family name on them.<br><br>"As soon as we're done eating, and the two of you have done your little catching up, we're going to do some shopping." The trainer walked over to his pokemon, giving the duo of Eevee evolutions and the Cubone a short glance. His path however went straight for the exit, his manner an indication for the others to follow. <br><br>The sunlight from outside would offer a welcome change to the hospital air, and the light breeze ruffled through fur, hair and leaves all around. It wouldn't be long before the rich trainer had found a small terrace catering to both pokemon and humans. Time for a short lunch, under the pleasantries of company and a relaxing atmosphere. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 22:32:32</strong>
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				Obdura tilted her head to the side, a faint rattling echoing from the broken skull melded to the larger one about her head.&nbsp; It was impossible to read her as she was, let alone what might have been running through her mind as she surveyed the two sisters.&nbsp; After a moment she tugged the bone from the belt about her waist, hefting the club end of it over her shoulder before following after Adrian with a bored sort of slouch.<br><br>"Worthy of catching?&nbsp; S'pose that remains to be seen for these two," she drawled.&nbsp; Her eye flicked back towards Umbre.&nbsp; "And I know none of you.&nbsp; Mystery is the spice of life."<br><br>The rest of the walk was spent in silence, regardless of whether anyone addressed her.&nbsp; The cubone's eyes were completely cast in shadow now, granting her a rather ghastly look.&nbsp; Hardly the approachable sort.&nbsp; She certainly did nothing to combat the stereotypes regarding reptiles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 16:19:11</strong>
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				Umbre eagerly followed Adrian, hungry as ever. The Pokecenter may have cured her injuries, but it didn't do much to soothe the subtle ache in her stomach. She frowned at the cubone's comment, but chose to keep her retort to herself. Despite her situation, she still felt pride stirring inside her. Adrian clearly had high standards, and for her to be chosen by him.... She briefly wondered just how well this cubone would handle one of her hyper beams, but she put that aside. She didn't need to prove anything to her.<br><br>Valeria, on the other hand, trailed behind the group, her mind clouded. This wasn't the life she wanted to live, and as much as it pained her to think it, even reuniting with Umbre may not have been worth being caught. The fresh air outside the Center provided a brief respite as she closed her eyes and breathed it in, pausing to let her leaves soak in the sunlight. "Valeria!" Umbre whispered, and she quickly hustled to catch up to the group again. There had to be a way to bargain with this Adrian, a way to earn her - no, their, she wasn't leaving Umbre again - freedom...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 03:37:03</strong>
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				The rich trainer had taken the best seat available, perfectly sheltered from the sun by one of the few parasols this&nbsp; small terrace had to offer. Leaving the three pokemon to fend for themselves as they chose their own little territories at Adrian's table.<br><br>He was quick enough to order for the four of them, the waiter never thinking about asking the pokemon what they wanted. Trainers usually knew what their pets liked, or so this particular waiter thought. So there was no need to pay heed to them. <br><br>In this case though, each of them would get a bowl of spirited water. Rich in minerals and slightly energising due to the ground up herbs that lay still at the bottom. It was something they should all be able to appreciate, either for their natural taste or their quality. <br><br>For food, there were two different options. Either the vegetarian dish composed of little more than a salad, which Adrian presumed would be eaten mostly by Valeria. There were few Grass pokemon that chose to eat meat. The others though, were hunters, and had a natural affinity with Adrian's preferred dish. Roast chicken, or rather, the pokemon equivalent of said human dish. <br><br>A simple snack, by his own elevated standards he thought, before pulling at the leg hard enough to tear the juicy flesh off, providing him with the caveman's favourite, flesh on a stick. Simply eating though, wasn't why he came to this place. He wanted to talk. Scanning to see the hints of hidden emotions and secrets. Time to confront them.<br><br>"Valeria, are you warming up to the idea of being caught yet? If you aren't though, then I'll warn you in advance that I will have to properly motivate you, as I've done with Umbre." Enough food for though right now, time to switch his attention to the guest at the table.<br><br>"And you, Cubone. I would like to hear your name at least, since you're eating at my table. And if its not too much to ask, I'd like to hear a little about your trainer. What kind of methods he uses to train you would not be unwelcome information."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 04:34:25</strong>
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				Obdura glanced lazily at the glass, swilling its contents about for a moment before bringing it to the point where the pilfered skull intersected with her neck.&nbsp; She tipped it back with a sort of grace one would need to cultivate with such cumbersome headgear, and soon the drained glass was set back on the tabletop.&nbsp; <br><br>The meat was ignored in favor of the greens.&nbsp; Not that she wouldn't have preferred a leg of it, but at a restaurant it was impossible to tell if she had previously been acquainted with the meal.&nbsp; She had finished off half of her bowl when the questions came, and she set it down with a satisfying clank.<br><br>"My name?&nbsp; Obdura.&nbsp; And I would hear yours, since I've chosen to grace this table with my presence."&nbsp; It was impossible to tell whether she was serious or just playing around by expression or tone of voice, but her previous dryness seemed to suggest the latter.<br><br>"As for my trainer...&nbsp; He's as smart as they come when the subject of breeding and training arises, but a right ass in every other respect."&nbsp; She punctuated the insult by kicking her feet up onto the table and folding her arms behind her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 22:20:44</strong>
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				Umbre eagerly feasted on her meal, while Valeria idly picked at her salad. Motivated? The way he said that sent a shiver down her spine. She glanced over at the Umbreon, and Umbre quickly glanced away, an uncomfortable look crossing her face. "Did you hurt-" Valeria began, glaring at Adrian.<br><br>"Valeria!" Umbre shouted, louder than the wanted to. Her sister was walking on thin ice; she really needed to get Valeria used to her new life, but until then, she was going to have to try to protect her and keep her out of trouble. Unsure of how Adrian would react, she decided to quickly try and save face, stuttering out "I mean, this is Valeria, my sister. My name is Umbre. It's nice to meet you, Obdura." She flashed a quick smile before downing her entire drink in one go.<br><br>Valeria frowned, but decided to let it drop, casting her eyes down to her salad, still only half-eaten. She didn't need to eat much normally, her diet supplemented by her natural photosynthesis. "I'm getting used to it," she quietly replied to Adrian. "So, Obdura..." she began, changing the subject, not wanting to dwell on it. She could discuss things with Umbre when Adrian wasn't around. "Where are you from? I live... used to live, in the forest south of here. A beautiful place..." Anything to try and change the subject from trainers and training.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 22:41:26</strong>
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				Obdura casually rolled her shoulders.&nbsp; "Couldn't tell you even if I felt the inclination.&nbsp; I'm a traveling sort of woman.&nbsp; Been wandering for a good decade now.&nbsp; Seeing the sights, knowing the land, and otherwise practicing for more...brutal affairs."<br><br>She cocked her head to one side, peering out from a socket at the two Pokemon.&nbsp; They seemed decidedly above average, but that was to be expected from such rare finds in the wild.&nbsp; Few eevee evolved without a trainer's aid, and when they did it was usually by accident.&nbsp; Digging up one of those enchanted stones while searching for food and the like.&nbsp; As far as she knew, neither of them were forms that required a stone, which made the catch all the more valuable for their young upstart of a trainer.&nbsp; <br><br>Umbre was clearly the weaker willed of the two.&nbsp; The trainer seemed far too new to have had her long, which meant she likely hadn't had a strong personality to begin with.&nbsp; Totally whipped, in a manner of speaking.&nbsp; Valeria, on the other hand, was still quite frustrated with her position.&nbsp; Rightfully so, no matter what the humans thought.&nbsp; A slave is a slave, no matter what flowery terms you use to cover it up.&nbsp; It wasn't her place to interfere with such things, but she strongly hoped that the woman would retain her own will in spite of it all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 15:17:49</strong>
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				"Quite interesting." Adrian commented, sipping his coke and peering over the glass to his two pokemon. The both of them had to figure out how to handle this together. It would prove interesting alright, even though his words were directed at Obdura instead of commenting on the difficult social situation these two were experiencing. <br><br>He remembered distinctly that he had hurt Umbre alright. She was being, difficult, and that was not the kind of pokemon he was interested in. Though on the other hand, his firm hand had broken down several barriers rather rapidly. Allowing his session of pain to almost transcend into something more pleasurable. <br><br>Valeria seemed eager to prove herself difficult as well, tempered by her sister's manner and her protective nature. It was likely that she was trying to protect her from a similar fate. Though her success was an unlikely outcome. Pokemon, almost always, had to experience their rightful place themselves. Adrian's mouth curled into a smile as he put his glass down again, the ice cubes swirling in the dark liquid.<br><br>"The name is Adrian, Fowl. From the Fowl Association. My family has a couple of estates littered around the continent, and even a few oversees. As well as several business ventures dabbling into the affairs of partnership with the pokemart corporation and our own continent's department store. This is all family business, I myself had rather little to do with it, even though I reap some of the benefits." Twirling his hand through the air in a display of mild interest to his own story. It served well to give everyone a notion of how he stood in live, a rich kid, with a peculiar taste for and in pokemon. Turning his head back to Obdura, he opted to resume the conversation.<br><br>"You've been travelling for quite some time then, care to tell us about some interesting areas to visit? Special places to go to, perhaps with interesting pokemon that inhabit them." He was after all still very much a trainer at heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 06:04:06</strong>
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				Valeria rolled her eyes at Adrian's story, though she had to stifle a laugh as she heard his name. Fowl? More like foul... he couldn't have inherited a more appropriate name. And as he questioned Obdura, she was astute enough to pick up on his subtle cues. All he wanted was more Pokemon. He didn't respect them... she and Umbre were just tools to be used to fulfill his inane desires.<br><br>And tools that didn't work right needed to be "fixed", she mused, looking across the table at Umbre, watching her sister quietly eat her food, those crimson eyes meeting hers momentarily before fixing on the plate again. <em>What did he do to you, Umbre...</em><br><br>Again, trying to shift the subject away from Adrian's search for more Pokemon to kidnap, she said "I think traveling is wonderful," after he was finished talking. "It was a dream of mine when I was still a little Eevee to see the world with my sister. You must have seen some gorgeous places in your journeys, Obdura." Giving Adrian a pointed look, she added "You're lucky to have a trainer that gives you freedom to wander on your own. He couldn't be that much of an ass if he understands that much." She leaned back, smiling a bit, finding the Cubone's attitude refreshing. Just listening to her made her feel more confident.<br><br>Valeria completely missed Umbre's sigh. She remembered those days too, back before they were separated, but that was the past. Why did she have to be so stubborn when it was only going to get her hurt? Some battles just couldn't be won...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 18:33:24</strong>
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				Obdura grunted and twirled a hand about impatiently.&nbsp; "I asked for your name, boy, not your life story.&nbsp; And as far as <em>interesting</em> areas go, you could hardly expect me to lead a human right to any acquaintances of mine, eh?&nbsp; Might as well be asking me to slap a slave collar around their necks myself."<br><br>That issue being promptly addressed, she turned her attention back towards Valeria.&nbsp; Apparently something the other Pokemon had said amused her, as she let out a hollow sort of laugh.&nbsp; "He doesn't exactly have much choice in what I do, weak as he is.&nbsp; He's about as wretched as a human can get, but lacking in certain...essential qualities needed for control.&nbsp; "<br><br>"Now gorgeous <em>places</em>, I can talk about," she added, winking at Adrian.&nbsp; "Though most of them aren't the safest places for humans or Pokemon.&nbsp; The Triple Peaks far to the north are simply stunning, though the cold alone is enough to give you frostbite in under an hour, let alone the lack of oxygen.&nbsp; Of course, I had it easy, being able to drill up and <em>through</em> them, instead of trying to climb up the outside."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>17-06-2009, 19:39:36</strong>
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				Adrian's head slowly lifted, his eyes looking down on the pokemon that had the nerve to insult him. He wasn't without restraint though, and caught himself before doing something he might later regret. Though he would certainly not let this slip without a comment. <br><br>"It would be wise to remember who paid for your food and allowed you to sit at the table, before you start insulting people." With this tone he certainly wasn't going to let anyone mistake his intention, or let them interfere. "My pokemon seem to, marginally, enjoy your company. Don't push your luck, or I'll have you sent back straight to that 'lacking' trainer of yours."<br><br>His eyes lingering on the pokemon as he took his glass in hand again, not having noticed the adrenaline that came accompanied with his sudden, induced, mood swing until he put the glass to his lips and felt how refreshing the drink was to his dry mouth. The contents downed, he put the glass back again breathing satisfied and quickly had a waiter take care of the tab. <br><br>There was still shopping to do before they left this little town again, and he was starting to feel that itchy notion to keep moving towards his goal. Evident in the way he spoke again, this time in a much lighter tone. Apparently, he was able to forgive this behaviour, at least once.<br><br>"Now that that's behind us, I would like to hear more about those places Obdura. We could talk on the way to the marketplace. I've been meaning to buy some items that would, assist, me in training my pokemon. You've mentioned at least one of them."<br><br>He smiled as he stood up, there was only one item she'd mentioned, though it'd left the others to find out for&nbsp; themselves. There were plenty of interesting things he could acquire with the cash he had to spend, especially if he went a little deeper than the tourist area of the marker. Punish equipment, slave collars, interesting 'potion' types. More than enough to interest a trainer like himself. For now though, he was mainly interested in what Obdura had mentioned, a collar with added benefits. Much like the other items that pokemon can be made to hold that improve their skills, there would surely be some of this kind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 17:43:19</strong>
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				Both Umbre and Valeria frowned in unison at Adrian's outburst. They could both tell he was holding back, and Valeria's first brush with his real nature. It was just as she'd expected, honestly. Overly controlling, demanding undeserved respect... and able to hide that just as quickly as it came, adopting a seemingly friendly demeanor again.<br><br>Umbre had a feeling she knew what Adrian was getting at. That one item Obdura mentioned had to be a collar, and the other things he had in mind? His training regimens were certainly atypical, and she couldn't even imagine just what he might come up with. Looking over at Valeria, she realized that her sister had no idea what was in store for her....<br><br>Quickly rising to her feet, Umbre smiled at Adrian. "I would be glad to help you with your purchases, sir," she said. If she could weasel her way into getting even the slightest bit of input in Adrian's selection process, she could guide him towards less... abusive tools to use on Valeria. She blushed in embarrassment as she reflected on her thoughts. She knew Valeria disapproved of how she kowtowed to Adrian... she sighed. Whatever life she led after the foster home had obviously left her naive... gutsy, stubborn, but still naive. They couldn't escape Adrian, just make it easy on themselves.<br><br>Valeria stood up as well, staying near Obdura. "I'd like to hear them myself," she added. "Those peaks sounded fascinating, the view from the top must have been incredible." In the corner of her mind, she was curious as to what Adrian had in mind when it came to shopping. It couldn't be too good given how messed up her sister was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 13:56:48</strong>
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				If they made it easy on themselves, they might even reap some kind of reward. After all, while Adrian's training methods might turn out to be torturous on themselves, he certainly wouldn't 'punish' one of his pokemon without a reason. <br><br>He had no interest in a discussion on his 'outburst' right now, and with the bill paid it was time to leave. Picking up his fat wallet and tucking it away somewhere in his fine black jacket. His eyes focussing mostly on Umbre, she seemed eager to placate him with gentle words. A small part of him found it annoying that it was working too, though with his light paranoia, there was always a small voice in his head telling him she might have a second agenda. The voice was actually right this time, though he would find out eventually. A second agenda that didn't go against his own was fine anyway.<br><br>"Very good Umbre, you help will be appreciated." Turning his gaze to Valeria almost to show her that it was her sister's good behaviour that soothed his emotions, which was at least partially the case. "Well then, let's get going. We'll have plenty of time to talk while shopping." That was a statement, not a suggestion, powered further by him simply starting the short walk to the market area of this town. The crossroad nature of the town was fertile ground for tradesmen, and the tourism simply added some manure. In more ways than one. The town's heritage soiled on by tiny trinkets sold on street corners, but the money they made did help it flourish. <br><br>Trinkets though, were certainly not of interest to this particular trainer. Scouring the market for items that might be of interest took up some of their time, but eventually they made their way out of the area the tourists visit, leading to a set of houses in a rather shadow rich little square. Their were trainer related items here, and it took little more than a small glance to realise that there were more people who's vision on pokemon training came closer to Adrian's than to the legendary trainer Red's. <br><br>Restocking his supply of potions to account for his second pokemon as well as the first, and a few extra just in case he'd find a third one soon, Adrian couldn't help himself looking at the specific items displayed several stalls ahead. Collars were but one of the items that had his fancy, though they were the first that got a closer examination. <br><br>Carefully crafted from various materials, sometimes inscribed with ancient text or letters. There were collars simply for cosmetic purposes, and collars that would actually affect a pokemon. A light collar with Rapidash leather worked in it said to improve the speed statistic or a heavier metal collar with specific minerals inside said to increase defense.&nbsp; There was at least one for any of a pokemon's measurable statistics, and many more. Increasing critical hits, increasing accuracy, increasing this and that. Enough to provide a trainer with a small edge in any battle.<br><br>Though Adrian still had a battle to win, Valeria. He would need her submission, before he could start building her into the kind of pokemon he wanted. To keep her and her sister busy while Adrian inquired about the more 'severe' training equipment that could be bought around here, he'd actively involve them in the shopping.<br><br>"Right, now that we're here, I do not want to deny the two of you a chance to influence your future neckwear." His tone was just a little too light concerning the subject. "I want the both of you to pick out a collar, and present it to me." Then turning to face Obdura. "Feel free to assist them, if you don't mind that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 20:18:14</strong>
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				Valeria immediately took the opportunity to wander off through the marketplace, trailed by Umbre. Stopping at one of the stalls, she took a quick glance over at Adrian to see if he was out of earshot before looking back at her sister. "I'm not wearing a collar, Umbre," she said.<br><br>"Valeria..." Umbre replied.<br><br>"I refuse-"<br><br>Umbre reached out, quickly grabbing Valeria's shoulders. "Listen to me, Valeria," she interrupted, raising her voice a bit. "You have to understand how this works. I know you want to leave, but that isn't an option! If you keep this up he's going to retaliate and you're going to get hurt!"<br><br>Valeria rolled her eyes. "I'm not afraid of humans, especially not this one," she derisively replied. "He's just a spoiled-"<br><br>"Please, Valeria! Just trust me... you have to at least play along. I'm not asking you to like him, just... just deal with him, okay? For me?" And then it hit her, the perfect way to get Valeria on her side. "If he trusts us, it'll be easier to escape, right? Because he'll let his guard down. If you're constantly antagonizing him he's just going to lock you in your Pokeball all the time, and then what will you do?"<br><br>Valeria grimaced, clearly thinking it over, and Umbre knew she had pulled it off even before the Leafeon finally replied "I suppose you're right, Umbre. I'll... play along, for now, but I'm warning you, if he tries to force me to do anything more objectionable, I'm going to refuse. I hope if that happens you'll support me." Her last line was stern, definitely a command. Umbre bristled at it, but kept it to herself. Valeria had certainly grown up since they last saw each other, but did she really have to be so... so dense about this? Had she lived so long in the woods that she completely forgot how the human world worked?<br><br>"That's all I can ask of you," Umbre replied. "Thank you. I just don't want to see you get hurt, Vale. Now come on, we have collars to find."<br><br>Valeria ended up falling behind, distracted by every stall selling useless (but pretty) collars. Umbre decided to leave her; Adrian was a trainer, so she figured he would be expecting them to pick something more useful for combat. As she meandered through the market, her thoughts were still on her sister. She enjoyed freedom as much as Valeria did, she just had a more realistic outlook on her situation. There was nothing wrong with that! She was making the best of what she had... and Valeria had the gall to essentially accuse her of being some sort of traitor? "I hope if that happens you'll support me," as if she wasn't supporting her this entire time!<br><br>She had stopped paying attention to where she was going, and found herself down a side alley. There were still stalls here, though it was clear they were selling far less mundane items than the shops down the main causeway. Out of interest, and to clear her mind, she stopped at one selling collars... and other restraints, she noted. Her eye was drawn to one in particular, a thick black one, made of leather, with a D-ring hanging from the front and a small lock on the back. "You like this one?" the vendor asked, watching her. "Very high quality, and it boosts your endurance, too, so it's helpful in battle and in more private affairs. Helps you last a bit longer if you're in a tight spot!" He laughed to himself as Umbre thought about it. It would be useful... and she had a feeling she was going to need to make up for whatever silly choice Valeria made.<br><br>"I'll take it," she finally said, snatching up the collar. "My trainer is right over here, I'll bring him right over." Blushing beneath her fur, she hid the collar behind her back as she walked back to Adrian.<br><br>She met Valeria halfway there, and the Leafeon wasted no time in showing off her acquisition as they continued their walk. A brown and tan and green collar, thin and ornate, with tree and leaf designs carefully tooled into the leather. "I think it's very pretty!" Valeria said. "Something like this shows beauty, not submission. So what did you get?"<br><br>Oh, she would find out soon enough, Umbre mused. Stopping in front of Adrian, she smiled slightly and said "We're finished! Here are our selections..."<br><br>"Umbre!" Valeria gasped, as she saw the intimidating black collar her sister had chosen. "You have to be kidding..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 21:51:34</strong>
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				Adrian just turned around from his close inspection of a small stand, the two collars he had picked out dangling just short of his elbow. Apparently he'd hung them around his arm for easy transport, and to leave his intentions in this market in plain view. <br><br>He smiled as the collars they presented came into view though, he wasn't entirely sure whether Valeria would even show up with a collar. Not to mention the fact that Umbre had found one quite pleasing, she was learning quickly. Adrian wondered shortly how much of that was played and how much real, evident only in his smile waning slowly before coming back in full force. <br><br>"Good choices, especially you Umbre." Adrian had bought leashes while they were busy, now tucked away in a pocket on his rucksack. Their attachments though, weren't as efficient as he'd have liked. Umbre's D-ring on her collar solved that problem quite nicely. He'd figure out what he'd do with Valeria's later, the trainer thought as he reviewed them. "I'll handle the money, you two put these on." <br><br>The shop owner behind Adrian had taken the time to put an assortment of vicious looking items in a large black box. Their purpose, other than malice, unknown as they disappeared in the shadowy regions. The shady looking man bristled his moustache as he looked up; "I'll have these shipped to your personal PC before midnight sir." Upon which Adrian responded offhandedly. "Just put them on my billing account." <br><br>His attention was on his pokemon, not the items he had just bought. Leaning over to inspect their collars a few more moments before straightening up again. "Well, no sense in waiting. Just stand still and I'll put them on." That wasn't all he did though, before putting them on he dragged both collars over the surface of his expensive looking watch. At first it looked like he might have scanned something, but a closer inspection revealed that he had instead grafted a tiny serial number and barcode on them. These collars belonged to Adrian, just as the pokemon that wore them, and now that was noted in the archives as well. Umbreon and Valeria however, were likely to remain in the dark on that one.<br><br>"There, you two look stunning." The way his tone shifted halfway through the sentence made it seem as if he had intended that as a joke, but ended up being more truthful than he had anticipated. His eyes lingered on their faces, going down to their collars, and even further down. Male tendencies are hard to suppress, especially when presented with such fine female specimens.<br><br>He cleared his throat, pulling his fist up to his mouth out of reflex, but noticing the collars still on his arm. "I'll keep these two in reserve for, special, circumstances." He chuckled slightly, likely envisioning one of those circumstances. "Its time to get out of this city for now, and start training our way to the top." His hand resting lightly on Umbre's head, flattening her ears somewhat. It was a reassuring pet, almost a promise. No hurting today? Was that what he meant? She'd find out soon enough. <br><br>Adrian had already begun moving, taking the group to small secluded spot outside the city after resolving the payments with the merchants in the small quarter. They arrived at some place, not exactly a road, nor a forest, nor a plain. Something in-between, with sparse growth and steep hills reaching up to a feet or 5 in height. Perfect for training his pokemon, he thought. <br><br>"Now that we're here, I'll need to start gathering some data on your capabilities. I won't be able to estimate how much you can take, until I've pushed you to your limits. So that's what we're going to do today." He himself had begun setting up the durable tent that Umbre had seen before, talking over his shoulder as he worked. "The two of you will run 3 laps around the camp, followed up by ten pushups, repeating these two until you two can't take another step."<br><br>His tone was dead serious, and although this wasn't exactly torture, he was going to have them work, hard. "I'll be monitoring your vitals," He resumed, "you're still connected to your pokeballs, so I'll know when you faking it, or if you're pushing yourself too hard." The tent half finished, and his orders fully so, he turned around. Waiting for any last minute questions, if any, before they had to start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 22:58:15</strong>
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				Valeria let out a quiet sigh. Of course he'd like her collar, she mused. Another little insight into his personality... well, that didn't matter now. She wasn't the one wearing it, and if Umbre wanted to wear that heavy thing it was her call. What she wanted to know was what was in Adrian's mystery box. Whatever it was, her mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that it had to be bad.<br><br>Umbre smiled softly as Adrian gave her a little pet. It comforted her, reminded her that he could be caring when called for. She glanced at Valeria out of the corner of her eyes, a little smirk forming. See, Vale? I told you so. Valeria glowered back.<br><br>The pair followed him out of the city. Valeria was happy to be outdoors again, but deep inside she felt a longing, as she looked off into the wilderness in the distance. She wanted to be out there again, not chained to this man. Hearing the birds chirping, sleeping in the sweet forest air.... Umbre nudged her back to attention as Adrian began giving out his instructions.<br><br>Once he was finished, Umbre immediately took Valeria by the arm, saying "Come on, Vale! I bet I can outlast you!"<br><br>"What are you..." Valeria stuttered, just as Umbre took off, and she quickly ran off after her. "This isn't a game!"<br><br>"Why can't it be? Cheer up! We're out in the wilderness, running around... it's just like when we were kids!"<br><br>Valeria growled in response. "We're not kids any more, Umbre. We're Adrian's tools. It's like Obdura said...."<br><br>"I know you saw how he treated me. Kindly."<br><br>"That may be, but...." She sighed and dropped the conversation. There was no way she was going to get through to her like this. She needed to bring his real nature to light... or had Umbre already seen it, and she was afraid of it? She'd find out, one way or the other.<br><br>Wild life had toughened the pair up; both Valeria and Umbre were fit, but it soon became clear that they weren't quite equal. Valeria seemed to be the faster of the two, easily taking a lead on her sister, but she just didn't have the stamina to keep it up. She soon found herself trailing behind, sweat matting her fur but making her leaves glisten in the light. After one more set of pushups, she muttered "I should have eaten more..." before letting herself collapse in the grass, completely exhausted.<br><br>Umbre did one more round than her sister, finishing her push-ups and plopping down next to Valeria. She might have been able to run more, but she wasn't sure at all if she'd actually be able to finish even one lap. "See?" she panted, giving Valeria a smile. "This is just like being free, just like our old lives, isn't it? Running around, chasing each other, play-fighting..."<br><br>Valeria didn't respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 23:27:39</strong>
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				"Very well done you two." Adrian commented as tapped a few commands to his watch. The writings on the band encircling his arm said EliteNav, which was apparently an expensive brand. It many varied functions for the moment all focussing on his pokemon, showing him a small, though very detailed, set of parameters. All their vitals, topspeed, hearbeat rates and maximum muscle strength so far. These weren't all their extremes yet, though more than sufficient for now. He had a good idea of what they were capable of and that was one of the basics every trainer should have. Finding out in battle is needlessly risky. <br><br>Or so Adrian thought, unaware that this was rather caring for his nature. A side-effect of his need for perfection most likely. He even had a little surprise for their efforts, though he couldn't do both at the same time. Worrying which one of the two he would do first had been on his mind during their running. <br><br>In the background the two could see a small fire going. Standard camping equipment cooking pan with water, and a smaller pan inside heating something other than water. They were too far away to see what it contained, but they'd find out soon enough. <br><br>Taking the now cooled off smaller of the two pans with him, Adrian sat on a rather sizeable rock. "Come over here Umbre, sit between my legs facing forward." The pan was standing ready besides him, and a quick peek inside showed something that looked like an oily sort of honey. In fact, it was part that, and many other parts of aromatic and floric ingredients. It smelled nice to boot. <br><br>Adrian was smiling as she sat down, not entirely sure if she knew what he was going to do, but he had the impression she'd never seen anything like this, much less know what was going to happen. Not waiting long after she sat down, he dipped his hands in the warm, but no longer hot oil. His fingers slipped under her collar, resting in her neck to allow her to get used to the feeling, before he slowly started to massage her. The warm oil soothing, relaxing. The smell lowering her guard and the working ingredients slowly easing her muscles.<br><br>"I don't want you to be sore in the morning," He left the possibility of meaning the both of them, though Valeria might need some convincing first, especially now that his hands were moving towards her shoulders. They would end up in so many places, soon. "I want you to be strong fighters, competitive pokemon, and that road will be hard. But it won't be harder than necessary." His tone was soothing as well, combining with the sweet scent and the relaxing effects of the warm oil and his gentle touch, she might not even realise that he had massages from her shoulders to her hands and back again. Finding his way downwards, along her sides, touching the side of her breasts with his fingertips, as if on accident. Brushing over her abdomen, squeezing her sides and dipping his hands low between her legs, the tip of Adrian's middle finger brushing over her clitoris head. <br><br>It was clear that he was enjoying this, perhaps even more than Umbre, though he had a firm hold on her. Trying to break free might even fail now that she was all worn down, and was that even worth it? What if she would get punished, for trying to escape something like this?<br><br>Adrian had restrained himself from looking at Valeria all this time, simply watching her and talking in general. Though after dipping his hands in the oil again, as he had done several times already, he moved upwards from her abdomen, cupping Umbre's full breasts. Pushing them flat and moulding them as he covered them in warm oil. He eyed over Umbre's shoulder, almost gloating at Valeria. He couldn't see Umbre's face, but he expected her to be, thoroughly, enjoying this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 00:21:01</strong>
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				Umbre followed Adrian's instructions to the letter, sitting in front of him. She almost immediately smelled his concoction, the alluring aroma giving her cause to lean over and study what he was cooking. She thought it might be food, at first (what else could he be cooking?), but when he scooped up the oily substance in his hands, she knew she was mistaken.<br><br>She recoiled, an instinctive flinch from the sudden heat of the oil, but the moment he started massaging her, she was entranced. The smell, the oil, his touch, all began to blend together, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingertips brushed against her sensitive areas. Even his words were soothing her, that kindness... damn what Valeria said, this was enjoyable, it was pleasurable! It was making the best of her situation. And she liked this side of him! Valeria had no right to judge her. It was her choice, damn it.<br><br>She gasped as Adrian took hold of her breasts, kneading the oil into her skin. "Sir..." she said, hesitating, shuddering. That sir just came out on its own.... Her breathing quickened, her heart pounded. It felt good, but... it was almost like she could feel Valeria's eyes burning into the back of her head, almost like Valeria was shouting "This is wrong!" at her from over her shoulder.<br><br>The entire time, Valeria had splayed out face-down on the grass, her leaves spread wide to soak up as much sunlight as she could to rejuvenate herself. Her head was turned, watching Adrian give her sister a massage. She wanted to complain, but she was too tired too. Once Adrian took hold of Umbre's breasts, though, and gave her this sickening look, she growled at him. Her fears about his training methods were justified... and Umbre was just tolerating it. No wonder she took his side... nothing she could do about that now, though. She needed to rest, and hopefully get enough energy to resist when he undoubtedly came to massage her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 01:33:19</strong>
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				Adrian smiled at his Leafeon's reaction. He could have laughed when she growled at him, but caught himself just in time. No, he could do something far worse. Show Valeria that he really cared for his pokemon, even if his nature demanded a certain level of pervertedness.<br><br>He was effective, apparently good at kneading soft objects. The oil had already made Umbre more relaxed, and now that he was working on her breasts, her imminent arousal would only increase the effect. His fingers worked deftly on her nipples, playing with them until they became rock hard. Valeria's choice to simply lie down and, bear, her sister's 'maltreatment' was working in her trainer's favour. It gave him all the time he needed to put Umbre in a state where she wouldn't even bother to think about her sister. Something that would have lasting effects on her loyalties, which Adrian rightly feared were not all on his side.<br><br>He was slowly finishing up though, her breasts thoroughly kneaded, her nipples teased, before he went to her legs. Making sure that those strong parts got some oil as well. His torso leaning against her back, his chin resting on her left shoulder as his hands press on the tense muscles on her upper legs. His voice reached her, almost as if calling her to attention even though it wasn't much louder&nbsp; than a whisper. Soft and yet demanding; "Pull up your legs." Such a simple thing, he didn't even consider her disobeying him. Simply working all her lower muscles as well, stroking her legs upwards, and inwards, until he reached her sex. <br><br>He had no doubt it would be wet, either from the sweat, or the oil, or her own nectar. Sliding his fingers over her pink lips, ever so lightly in between them, pressing on her clitoris before moving upwards again to her breasts. Giving those two luscious orbs a few final rubs and kneads, before he slowly moved off the rock. He held her by her shoulders, and gave the lightest of kisses on her cheek before laying her backwards on the rock. Splayed out in front of him, she would see him looking down with a smile that showed only the vaguest hint of wickedness. <br><br>With a few steps, he had taken the pan, and sat down next to Valeria. Having pulled off his shirt to use as a makeshift towel for his hands made him seem rather comfortable without his upper clothing. The warmth from Umbre and the oil had pushed up through his arms, making the soft breeze through the wind most pleasing. <br><br>As he reviewed his grass pokemon, Adrian sighed. He'd heard her growl alright, and he knew what it meant two. She wouldn't be so easy as Umbre. Less enjoyable, unless she pushed him too far. Then he'd make sure she paid him back through suffering. The idea forming in his mind and subtly limiting his options. Though she hadn't gone too far yet.<br><br>"Look," He started after his sight drifted off into the wind; "You're going to get oil rubbed all over yourself whether you want to or not. You've used all your muscles, and I don't want them aching in the morning." He almost added that he didn't want that to hamper her ability to train and fight, but opted, probably wisely, to omit that part. "If you cooperate, it will be enjoyable. You saw your sister." That was a good argument alright, just not one Valeria was likely to accept.<br><br>"So, will you let me massage you? Or do I have to force Umbre to do it for me?" His face grew grim, he didn't want her to choose option two, because Umbre was looking rather, cute, as she was now. Though the prospect of watching two oiled sisters rubbing eachother's bodies was not, unappealing. "Don't even think about refusing altogether, I don't want to force you down the hard road."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 16:18:15</strong>
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				A kirlia was nearby, quite happily feeding off of the berries on a bush, it seemed quieter than usual in the area which confused her a little but dismissed it. <br><br>Her horns twitched mildly as she began to pick up some strong emotions from a distance away, curious she choose to move closer to find out what was giving off such strong emotions. Keeping her noise to a minimum she watched from a safe distance a trainer and two of his Pokemon. He was doing something to one of them, she deducted that it was the Pokemon who was on the receiving end of some attention of the trainer.<br><br>The strong feeling that was being emitted from the Pokemon began to affect her giving her a sense of bliss, which is probally what is stopping her from moving away and kept watching from the shadows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 19:50:10</strong>
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				Umbre was completely entranced now, her mind blurring, her body completely submitting to the pleasures Adrian was giving her. She quivered beneath his touch, her heart racing, her eyes closed tightly as she tried to control her breathing. She barely registered his whispered command but obeyed it anyway, and was rewarded further with more crashing waves of pleasure, her sex already wet, hungry for more. Soft moans escaped her lips, just loud enough for Valeria to hear.<br><br>The Leafeon looked away, unable to bear the sight of it any more. Had Adrian really had that much of an effect on Umbre, for her to just take it without complaint? There had to be more to their relationship, but Valeria didn't didn't have much time to think on it. Footsteps alerted her that Adrian was approaching. She half-listened to his little speech. His final words, "You saw your sister," was a knife in her heart. As if she needed to be reminded of that.... And then he presented her with a choice.<br><br>"Umbre."<br><br>She wasn't even sure why he bothered asking at all, because it was hardly a difficult choice and he seemed smart enough to realize what she was going to choose. Valeria didn't have the strength to run or fight back, and after watching just how intimate Adrian got with her sister, she wasn't going to let his fingers go anywhere near her. "Umbre can do it," she said.<br><br>Umbre shook her head, hearing her name and breaking her reverie. "Valeria?" she questions, standing up and walking over to her.<br><br>"You're going to apply the oil, okay? He gave me a choice, and I'd like you do it." She could trust Umbre not to touch her like Adrian did, or so she hoped. She doubted her sister would choose to do anything overtly sexual like that on her own, unless Adrian had really gotten into her head....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 22:54:57</strong>
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				Adrian shifted slightly on his chosen spot next to Valeria, this choice was a bit of a problem. At least, thats what the thought at first, and his expression mirrored this as he got up. Though as soon as he reached his full height again, his eyes changed.<br><br>He had the mental discipline to keep from showing his by now telltale smile, though his eyes would betray him if either of the two pokemon took the time to look. Adrian had a plan, and now that his masculine arousal was starting to back up his growing urge for domination he wasn't going allow it to fail either.<br><br>"Umbre." He said, his eyes focussing on her nipples gleaming from the oil, still very much erect. "I want you to massage Valeria with the oil as I massaged you. Though," He spoke that word hard, to interrupt any protest, from either one of them. "that won't be all." Looking at Valeria over his shoulder. His eyes filled with lust, scouring her naked body as he walked towards Umbre. Facing her before walking behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. <br><br>As he watched Valeria, he pulled himself closer to his umbreon, until his erect member pressed through his pants into the small of her back, just where her tail begun. "I've become rather aroused by this spectacle, and possibly as a side effect of the oil." He smiled at the Leafeon, wondering how she would take his 'going further' with this, his hands slowly tracing down Umbre's sides until they reached the golden ring more or less encircling her sex. His finger tracing lines back and forth to her inner thighs, reaching in the centre just an inch above her clitoris.<br><br>Then, whispering loud enough for both pokemon to hear; "Do you think you will be able to help the both of us at the same time Umbre?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 00:40:33</strong>
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				Umbre shuddered as she felt Adrian's shaft against her back, felt his fingers slithering across her body. She tensed up, her eyes revealing everything to Valeria even if Adrian hadn't given that final "request". But what choice did she have? If she refused, they'd both be punished for it.<br><br>"No, Umbre!" Valeria shouted. She tried to push herself up, but Umbre quickly straddled her, and in her exhausted state there was little she could do about it. "Adrian, you're not-"<br><br>Umbre leaned close, pushing Valeria against the grass to interrupt her. Her hands began to massage her sister's shoulders, while she began to quietly whisper. "Please, Vale, this isn't your body he's taking, but it will be if you fight! Just..."<br><br>"I can't let him do this to you, Umbre!" Valeria replied, her voice harsh.<br><br>"You don't have a choice, sister. You can't even stand up you're so tired!" She reached for the oil, dipping her hand in it, the warmth of it soothing her even now. Quickly rubbing her hands together, she began to oil Valeria's back, softly kneading the oil into her skin. "Please, just close your eyes and imagine this isn't happening..."<br><br>Valeria hissed through her teeth and pressed her face into the grass. Umbre was right. If she had her strength, then, maybe, she could stop Adrian, but as she was? She'd never felt this way... back in the forest, she had strength she could use to help the other Pokemon, she had control over her life... and now she felt so helpless, so useless. A slave to a perverted trainer who had even broken down her sister....<br><br>Umbre continued her work in silence, even her own breathing seeming quiet. Unlike Adrian's massage, she carefully avoided any erogenous zones, having no intention of being sexual with her sister. Valeria was going to feel better after this, whether she liked it or not.<br><br>And, as for Adrian... she lifted her rump in the air, her tail rising, her sex exposed, still glistening. She would please him as well, whether Valeria liked it or not. There wasn't any choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 13:40:04</strong>
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				Adrian seemed to hesitate. Perhaps this was unexpected, perhaps he was just thinking things through. He could even simply be building tension before engaging his pokemon in this sexual act. After a few moments though, Umbre could feel his hand on her bottom, softly squeezing her tight ass before sliding over to pet her tail. Pulling his hand up the length of the bushy expanse. <br><br>The sound of his zipper opening would notify the both of them of his intentions, he was not going to let this chance go to waste, even if he might have had less intrusive plans at first. His voice was soft, almost reassuring when he spoke during his preparations.<br><br>"I'm proud of you Umbre, there are few pokemon 'willing' to go this far. This shows me how much promise you hold and I'm certainly not disappointed." The dark type pokemon could feel his shaft press against the outer edges of her nether lips now, stroking up and down its length. Compared to the relatively smaller pokemon body, it was huge. His masculinity was certainly not something to be ashamed of. <br><br>As the tip of his cock rubbed against Umbre's clitoris, she might realise what he was doing. Using her own sexual fluids exactly what they were designed for. The moistness would make his entry much, much smoother, and it served well&nbsp; to get them both ready in all other aspects. His hands were stroking up and down her legs, as far as he could reach without losing contact. Just something to help her relax, as far as that was possible right now. He would, 'explain', to Valeria soon. Though his need became to great to postpone his entry and longer. <br><br>Sliding his cock against Umbre's lips one more time to find the correct height, Adrian had made himself ready, and hopefully his pokemon as well. Increasing the pressure against her lips by pushing against them with his cockhead, before easing up a little. That was the que, he could not longer wait now. In one firm thrust, he jammed it inside. <br><br>His thick, long shaft made it only halfway on the first go, though to Umbre it would likely feel as if it couldn't possibly go in any further. The small size difference between then and her athletic frame made this extremely pleasurable for Adrian, and a small part of his mind remembered that he should make sure she enjoyed it as well, if just a little.<br><br>Reaching under her shoulders to find her breasts and taking a firm grip on them gave Adrian a pleasing set of handles to work with. Though his fingers would quickly find her nipples and start their, perhaps surprisingly, pleasant playing. Fondling her breasts and gently squeezing and rubbing her nipples under various grunts of passion. Umbre's trainer was greatly enjoying himself, and had almost forgotten about Valeria below the copulating couple.<br><br>Interrupted by his grunts, he would speak to her almost as to himself. Though it would serve well to add to her mindset. She would either simply deny everything and turn on him regardless, or slowly settle into the same situation as Umbre. Both, needed eventual 'motivation'.<br><br>"You're, wonderful Umbre! Letting your trainer use you like this feels like the ultimate expression of being a caught pokemon." He hadn't forgotten about Valeria entirely, her part would come soon. "If you finish this properly my sweet Umbre, you'll have more than earned the reward I had in mind, for the both of you." That would give some food for thought, Valeria had been trying to stop Umbre, quite possibly turning said reward into a punishment if she had succeeded. "I'm willing to let your sister's disobedient actions of today slide, just because you're proving to me here and now that the both of you have the potential to be part of my permanent pokemon."<br><br>And with that, he squeezed the umbreon's nipples just a little too hard to be pleasurable. Just a small reaffirming of who's in charge before the gentle and pleasurable fondling resumed. Adrian was getting closer to a climax, though without Umbre's help it would still take a while for him to get there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 23:01:35</strong>
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				Umbre was so ready just moments ago, ready to give her body to Adrian so he would make it easy on the two of them... it seemed so noble, just moments ago. But the moment she heard that zipper dropping, felt his member against her sex, her body seized up, anxiety and fear overwhelming her.<br><br>This wasn't supposed to happen this way, she thought to herself. As servile as she'd been towards Adrian, as easy as it was to think "I'm willing to do anything to keep him from punishing me," she realized very quickly that she had her limits after all. She... she didn't want to be taken, not like this. She wanted to scream, to fight, to do anything at all, but she didn't.<br><br>He pressed forward. He was big, too big for her. It hurt, it hurt so much, not just physically but mentally. Her scream caught in her throat, only a low whine escaping her lips. Her face tightened, wincing. He was so big, and it was all made worse by her body squeezing down on him, trying to push this invader out of her. She was unaware that this would probably only heighten his pleasure, but even if she did know she wouldn't care. He was her first, and here she was, being taken by a human while lying on top of her sister. She wanted to cry, but even that didn't happen.<br><br>She felt his hands taking hold of her breasts, massaging, toying, pinching, rubbing. Her mind began to relax itself, letting the pleasure stimulate her, reassure her. It... it didn't feel so bad, she realized. His thrusts didn't seem to hurt so much anymore, and she felt herself loosening up, her body turning to mush beneath his ministrations. Addled by pleasure, she was awkwardly moving her hips with his, trying to figure out which way felt the best for her, just where he needed to press against her, just where his fingers needed to explore. It felt good... she wasn't even sure why she was afraid of it any more.<br><br>Valeria knew exactly what was going on. Her sister was being raped and she was enjoying it, somehow. Her moans, lustful, loud, were evidence enough of that. She shook her head slowly. She was powerless like this, and she could only hope Umbre would realize just how she'd degraded herself after this was over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 21:51:01</strong>
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				Grunts of passion came from Adrian's mouth at various intervals, roughly coinciding with Umbre's tight squeezes. Even if she didn't realise at first that her efforts to push him out were only heightening his pleasure, she would find that his thrusts became all the more potent right after them.<br><br>Her trainer snapped back to reality soon enough though, catching himself before rushing into what would account to full blown rape. Almost had he pushed too far, too rough. Umbre wouldn't have been able to hold him, and they would have fallen on Valeria together. Not that he would stop there. Adrian realised that if he hadn't caught himself at this point, taking so much pleasure in squeezing her nipples so tightly, that he would have went on until his climax. Raping the dark type of the two siblings on top of her sister. <br><br>No, instead he felt some restraint, and realised as he saw Valeria's face over the shoulder of her sister, that his message had had more than enough effect. With a great smile, he slid his arms underneath Umbre's. Clasping his hands on her breasts, firmly taking hold of the two globes that he'd come to see as his own personal playthings. In more than one ways, Umbre was letting him even.<br><br>With a large heave he pulled Umbre up, his palms flattening her hard nipples, pressing them back into her own breasts until he'd forced her into a standing position. It wasn't easy, she would have to stand on the edge of her feet to keep high enough, though the firm grip on her breasts would 'help' her stay upright. <br><br>There wasn't any time to adjust, no time to protest, if she'd even want to. No, Adrian had her in a tight embrace. His hands fondling her breasts to his heart's content. Flattening them against her chest, squeezing, pulling them up as he pinched her nipples and more. All while his member pushed her up and letting her fall again. The extremes of his thrusts able to lift her off the ground if she wasn't careful. <br><br>The combination of his self-chosen new position and Umbre's effort to push him out, which were if her trainer judged correctly slowly turning into cooperation instead of defiance, had its effect. Feeling his cock squeezed again and again in her already tight pussy had pushed him to the brink of a powerful climax. His hot breath landing on her left shoulder and creeping up the side of her neck. She could almost feel his passion as his grunts drifted past her cheek, the smell of their combined passion running rampant, more than enough for her sensitive nose to pick up on.<br><br>Finally, his right hand left her breast, leaving the left to play with both. Dipping his right down to her dripping wet sex and quickly finding her clitoris. He was so ready to come, but he had it planned out now. He would send the both of them into this state of sexual servitude. He'd do so with all his pokemon, and it had to be perfect. So, Valeria's progress had to be increased, by manipulating her sister. <br><br>A hard pinch in her clitoris would instinctively cause her to squeeze her nether walls down tightly, enough to make her trainer come, but he had prepared. Leaving only the tip inside as he pinched her, hoping to extract a loud and painful moan as he did so. But as he came, his cock slipped out of Umbre's tight sex, leaving Valeria underneath the two to be splattered with the physical manifestation of their trainers passion.<br><br>Slowly rubbing his dick back and forth between Umbre's pink lips, enjoying the sensations of his climax and watching the pearly white cum falling on Valeria, was exquisite, though not the last of tonight's 'entertainment'. Still fondling both Umbre's breast and her sex, Adrian's voice came to her ears in a hot whisper. One that showed her both his cruelty, his passion, savage desire and even a hint of his love for his pokemon. <br><br>"Lick my 'passion' off of your sister Umbre... Show me how much you love your Master... That will not be something to go without its rewards, understand that well." With a wicked grin, he waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 10:20:35</strong>
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				Umbre whined, bucking in response to each and every thrust. The constant pinching as he tightly gripped her breasts and nipples left her writhing, as if the pounding wasn't enough. The sensations... they were intense, overwhelming. But as she looked down, seeing her sister below her, she grew self-conscious, reddening beneath her fur. She had chosen this of her own free will, choosing submission over resistance... why did her sister's opinion of it matter in the least?<br><br>Even as she told herself that, she couldn't get Valeria out of her head. The pleasure was tempered by her mind's inability to let go. Adrian grabbing her, pulling her to her feet, her toes, was what finally broke that train of thought. Her mind was entirely focused on Adrian once again.<br><br>She squirmed out of shock, letting out a gasped "Ahh!" as his grasp tightened around her. Her breasts were subject to even more abuse at his hands, pressed, squished, tugged. She was light, light enough that Adrian could lift her without difficulty, and some of his thrusts were strong enough to actually lift her off the ground, her weight pressing her down onto his shaft and taking him even deeper.<br><br>Valeria was gone; she may as well have never existed at all. All that was left was the moment. Thickness inside her. The kneading of her breasts. That hot, hot breath on her shoulder. At first, it felt alien, shameful, but there was no way she could deny the pleasure now.<br><br>Neither could Valeria. With Valeria's weight off her, she thought she could manage to wriggle out from beneath the pair and come to her feet, but she hardly had the energy for it - and, she mused, Umbre's terrible massage hadn't helped either. She didn't want to think about what was going on above her, and finding little things to latch on to, even criticisms, seemed to help that. Still, as hard as she tried to, there was no way to shut out the sounds of Umbre's pleasure. Her thoughts turned to self-pity now, dozens of "if only" scenarios filling her mind. If only I was stronger. If only I was more clever, more intelligent, faster, tougher. Her hands balled into fists, tightening around tufts of grass, nearly ripping them out of the ground. She would give anything to stop this horror, anything, but she was helpless. Weak, frail, tired, sore.<br><br>Umbre could feel something changing with Adrian, subtle changes in his body, the way he moved, his breathing and heart rate, even those faint smells of sex that drifted past her nose. She reddened, realizing full well that those scents weren't only his, that her body was reacting just as much. Could he tell, though? She kind of hoped he couldn't.<br><br>One of his hands moved, and she certainly didn't need to spend a lot of time wondering what he was doing with it. The sudden pinch in her most sensitive area triggered a loud wail, part surprise, part pleasure. At the same time, she felt his shaft leaving her, then the spatters of his seed. She was breathless after her wail, her body still tense, begging for more, begging for a climax of her own.<br><br>At Adrian's command, she looked down at Valeria, at the creamy semen across her lower back, butt, and tail. Seeing her sister like this send her mind into lock-down again, embarrassment and humiliation filling her head. "I..." she sputtered, as she knelt down. "Lick it...?" She touched the sticky mess with a finger, lifting it to her nose to smell it. So this was his... it didn't seem like it would have an objectionable taste, but....<br><br>"A reward, but, I, please..." Her speech was just a jumbled mess now, much like her mind. Valeria insisting that she refuse, Adrian urging her forward. Her own desires... to not get hurt, to protect her sister. And that reward... that reward burned at the back of her mind. It could be something frivolous, but knowing him....<br><br>"I can't, not like this, please understand..." Umbre finally said, turning around and embracing Adrian around the waist, pressing her head against him, letting his cock rest between her breasts. "Please, I just... forgive me..." Shame had won out. She couldn't do it, reward or not. She couldn't lick his sexual fluids off her sister's butt. Her brain was seizing up, refusing to allow her to even if she wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 22:09:21</strong>
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				Perhaps it was the release of tension such a short while ago that asserted his rule over the two pokemon, or simply the dominant nature and racist upbringing Adrian enjoyed since birth, though something about Umbre's denial, refusal of his order, was unacceptable. <br><br>Eyes narrowing at her weak stumbling, her words not even coherent any more. All the flaws of her being accentuated by her undesired behaviour, though there was still promise. She was beautiful, all the more in her weak state. The feel of her hot breath from the residual excitement left Adrian wishing she had simply done what he had asked. It would have been, perfect.<br><br>Now, perfection, was something he had to work for. And as his lips twisted into a smile he realised that both the satisfaction of working for that perfection, as well as the road leading towards it would be highly enjoyable.<br><br>"Very, well." He spoke slowly, his tone clearly indicating the restrain he was exerting, "Instead of the reward the two of you would have enjoyed in the morning, you will receive punishment. Unless..." His eyes sought out Umbre's, slowly taking a step back after letting her shoulders go. "you will carry out your trainer's orders."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 06:53:28</strong>
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				Umbre closed her eyes. She was a little surprised that she was given a second chance like this; perhaps he was feeling generous. At least he was smiling.<br><br>Her choice was made. Valeria was in no condition to receive any punishment, and she didn't deserve it, either, not because she refused to perform such a degrading act. As Umbre turned towards Valeria again, she let out a sad little sigh. Why was this worse that what she'd already gone through? She'd already allowed this person to claim her virginity, a treasure she had protected for so long, and yet this was her limit? No. No, it wasn't.<br><br>She felt her sister quickvering beneath her as she sniffed the sticky substance again. It couldn't be too bad, even though she inhaled her grassy-smelling sister more than anything else. The effect eating it would have on her mind would certainly be worse than how it would actually taste, no doubt. But she had already given far more, far, far more.<br><br>And with that thought at the forefront of her mind, she took a long, slow lick across Valeria's buttocks.<br><br>It wasn't so bad. The taste was unusual, for sure, but it didn't bother her. Valeria spasmed beneath her, and she had to quickly pin the Leafeon to keep her from breaking free in a surge of adrenaline. "Please, Valeria!" she grunted, holding her sister down tightly as she closed her eyes and continued her work. Why are you struggling, Umbre thought. You aren't the one doing this! I've sacrificed my dignity for you....<br><br>Umbre shook her head, swallowing the last drops of seed. She was beginning to feel that Valeria would never understand what her sister was doing for her. That thought bothered her, and as she thought about it it only got worse. She was doing everything she could for Vale, and all for what? All she did was delay the inevitable. Adrian wanted two loyal Pokemon, not just one. She could cover for her sister all she wanted, but there was going to come a time when Valeria was going to have to stand on her own two feet. She was going to have to bend, or be broken entirely.<br><br>Shuffling aside, she turned to Adrian while gesturing to Valeria's now clean rear. "I..." she quietly said. "I'm sorry for my impudence. Please forgive me..." She trailed off, looking down at his feet. "I licked it all up, just like you said..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 13:15:29</strong>
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				Kirlia watched from a distance, her mind full of the mixed feelings those three she watched were feeling. It caused her to feel confused about her own feelings at the time, she couldn't understand such extreme differences in such a small area. Since she evolved from a ralts something that doesn't normally happen in the wild she has struggled to keep her sensitivity to others emotions in check.<br><br>As she felt the emotions of the group taking a sour turn she thought it would be best to leave before she was noticed, unfortunately for her she stepped on a loose twig that caused her to lose her footing making a subtle noise that those with sensitive hearing will be able to hear or the rustling of the bush if they happened to look in that direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 21:32:20</strong>
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				A short distance away from the campsite, a Vulpix gave a yawn. It had been a quiet day, that was for certain. Nothing truly exciting had happened, and to be very honest she was bored. This was probably the reason she had decided to wander so far from her usual den. As it so happened the fox had curled up in the hollow of a large tree for a quick nap, but with the setting of the sun drawing near she had awoken.<br><br>Stretching slightly before standing and returning to her walking, she decided once more to stray away from her usual path, cutting through some of the brush, approaching a clearing. What she saw surprised her, it appeared to be a campsite of some sort, there was a fire burning, along with a few other human objects. There was a human there, standing very close to an Umbreon and Leafeon. It would take someone blind or horribly naive to *not* know what sort of position the three were in, with the human half-dressed and the Umbreon slowly running her tongue over the other.<br><br>She was shocked, to say the least, but for some reason she couldn't pull herself away. Swiftly and silently moving to a nearby tree, she crouched down, trying to get a better view, the roots providing ample cover. Unfortunately for her, she didn't notice the bush behind her, one of the few with rather sharp thorns. As unluck would have it, one of her tails ended up caught in this bush, provoking a surprised, and rather loud yelp. She silenced it quickly, though she feared it was too late. Her struggle to free her tail only caused more chaos, making her presence fairly obvious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 22:15:33</strong>
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				Adrian was watching his umbreon perform the act quietly. His mind trailing over the possibilities of the punishment he had in mind, and a part of him was sad to miss the excitement they provided. Though the forefront of his mind was glad that his pokemon decided to see the wiser course of action. Now he just had to make sure her sister got the message as well. <br><br>"I can see that," The sentence started off a little rough, the residual energy from her disobedience had to go somewhere, though as he worked on a way to make her know that he still valued her obedience he noticed not just one, but two pokemon in the vicinity. <br><br>Working at blazing speed, he ran through the small puzzle of how his resources could be used optimally to catch the both of them, and after a split second, he reached for the rucksack laying behind him. Dipping his hand in the side pocket to find the special berry canister he'd bought on the market and hastily picking out the lemon flavoured citrus berry before throwing it towards Umbre. <br><br>"Catch! Eat it! We've got more pokemon to catch, we'll talk about it later." He pointed out the direction of the yelp he'd heard with his hand just before he ducked back into his tent to grab the tranquillising rifle. A short tap on the pokeball on his belt sent Valeria back to her pokeball in a crimson flash. There was no sense in having to worry about her, she was exhausted and he only had one of the revitalising berries. <br><br>This would be a chase, a hunt. Already Adrian felt the excitement, the pokemon that he had heard would have seen what he was doing. Now all he hoped for was that they were actually worth capturing. Enough pokeballs on his belt, rifle in hand and another barked order towards Umbre whether she'd sprung into action or not. "Capture that pokemon for me Umbre! I won't be merciful if you let it get away!" The vulpix that neither had seen yet would have to outrun a more advanced pokemon than herself, though she had the advantage of a headstart and a little more energy.<br><br>Now for Adrian himself to run after the area where he heard the second pokemon, shirtless, though with a rifle and enough pokeballs to make this work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 22:58:30</strong>
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				This wasn't good... not at all. With a bit more struggling, she managed to free her caught tail, and took off running. She knew her cover was blown the moment she had vocally reacted to the thorns, but she hadn't expected him to send one of those obviously far stronger pokemon to give chase. The Umbreon was larger, and most likely far stronger than she, and she wasn't really ready for any sort of high-level combat. She did stop a short distance away however, whirling around and facing where her pursuer would appear.<br><br>Her eyes shone with flame, and she gave a grin, small wisps of flame blinking into existance around her. When that Umbreon appeared in front of her, she was going to get a rather nasty surprise. The attack wouldn't hurt the other much, but hopefully the burns inflicted would slow her down enough for her to make a successful escape...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 23:46:03</strong>
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				Kirlia looked shocked and tried to sneak away without being noticed, she had her focus on the trainer unsure of what weapon he had in his hands but she was prepared to defend herself just in case.<br><br>With a mild focus she produced two copies of herself and made them run in opposite directions, with some luck the trainer will not have noticed her in the bush when they jumped out and consider one of the two copies the real her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 20:26:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Both Valeria and Umbre heard the tell-tale sounds of life, and as they shot quick glances at Adrian, it was clear he heard them too. He was fast, quickly lobbing a berry towards Umbre. "We've got Pokemon to catch!" he shouted, pointing off into the woods before darting into his tent.<br><br>Rage coursed through Valeria's veins. They hadn't even <em>seen</em> these Pokemon yet, and already he was going to try and capture them? "Umbre, we can't let this happen..." she began, her heart pounding as she forced her exhausted body up.<br><br>Her protests were silenced as quickly as they began. Adrian charged back out of the tent, carrying his rifle in one hand and tapping a pokeball with the other. Valeria vanished in a red haze, and Umbre looked back at him. "Capture that Pokemon for me, Umbre! I won't be merciful if you let it get away!"<br><br>That was all the motivation she needed. Umbre quickly devoured the berry, feeling almost immediately rejuvenated after swallowing the tasty fruit. Valeria wasn't going to be happy about this once she was released again, but that didn't matter. She could only imagine how angry Adrian would be if she failed. Umbre charged forward, her eyes darting around, her ears perked.<br><br>She slowed down as the neared what she believed to be the source of the cry. The last time she did this, she was reckless, and nearly took herself out with her hyper beams and carelessness. This time she was going to be more careful. Failure wasn't an option. <em>Come on out</em>, she thought to herself, crouching down and approaching the trees. Whatever it was, it had to still be hiding there... she was sure she would have heard it running off if it had. All she needed to do was get close enough to see it, or at least flush it out of hiding... wherever it was. Moving very quietly now, she continued her slow search. <em>Just show yourself, make this easy on both of us...</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 00:56:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian's first reaction was to take aim, putting the butt of his rifle against his shoulder, having instinctively taken the left of the two kiria's as his target. Though then it occurred to him how rare Kirlias were in the wild, and having two of them run out of a bush at opposite sides would be almost impossible odds. <br><br>They were identical, exactly the same. Though he might have missed all sorts of smaller details as he watched the two run away from him blurred by the foliage. This was off alright, and having grown up with his father as a pokemon enthusiast meant that he'd learned a thing or two on pokemon moves. This was likely a double team, which meant that either one of these could be the kirlia he had now set his eyes on. Or there could be a third hiding in the bushes. <br><br>Moving in for the kill, so to speak, Adrian fired at the left of the two. A clean shot zoomed at the illusion and would go straight through if the kirlia behind the bushes didn't react to it. Though Adrian himself was moving closer and closer to the point of their origin, and might catch the kirlia off guard when he arrived.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 01:00:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirlia looked hopeful as the trainer looked confused about her double team move. But it was short lived as the trainer fired in her direction, it would take her out of cover, but it was that or get shot so with a rather pathetic yelp she dived forwards and faced down the trainer as she got back up to her feet, amassing her psychic capability to defend herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 02:19:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're a feisty one aren't you, good..." Adrian mused as the Kirlia came out of hiding. He hadn't expected her to react in this way. Instead he thought she would make a run for it, now he wondered how well she could wield the mental power inherrent in all psychic type pokemon. <br><br>His rifle reloaded with a distinct click, the automated systems having readied the next bolt without his intervention as they would do for the three bolts still remaining in the clip. <br><br>"Don't worry about losing this fight, it will make your life so much more interesting." The training told this as much to himself as he did to her. Not thinking about the amorality of enslaving these creatures. No, that was entirely normal. Humans were superior creatures after all. Thats what Adrian thought at least as he watched the bolt zoom toward its target.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 02:32:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the trainer got further excited about the prospect of having her, his emotions affected her more causing her to taunt the trainer enjoying the thrill of the hunt and forgetting about the idea of escape in her enjoyment.<br><br>Each time his finger twitches she teleports a short distance not very far, she thought if he could make him waste his ammo it will make him have to choose a new weapon, but once again as she further began to enjoy herself she grew careless and her movement's became more predictable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 06:28:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned. The Umbreon was skilled, she could tell, the darkling was obviously far stronger than she, but there was *no* way she was going to give in without a fight. She *did* show herself, stepping into plain sight of the Umbreon. Fire still in her eyes and wisps of blue flame floating about her form. <br><br>"You're after me, darkling?" Her voice was soft, seeming a bit sinister. "You can *try.* I don't fear you at all." It was an outright lie, but she figured that if she bluffed well enough, perhaps she could escape. Focusing her energies, she made a few slight movements, and sent the cerulean flames rocketing towards the dark-type.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 09:23:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Valeria's influence must have been stronger than she had expected, because the moment this Vulpix showed herself, Umbre's resolve weakened. Hostile intent was evident, but despite that she found herself saying "There's no need for a fight, you can just..."<br><br><em>Give up.</em> That clearly wasn't going to happen, though. Blue fire streaked from the Vulpix. Umbre darted aside a moment too late, flames licking across her chest and shoulder. She screeched as her fur ignited, and she fell to one knee, brushing the flames with her other hand in an attempt to extinguish it. "This is only making it hard on yourself! You can't win!" she hollered, her shoulder still smoldering as she stood back up and charged forward. The shadows seemed to grow deeper, being drawn into her as she channeled her dark powers. "Just give up and I won't hurt you!" <em>Won't hurt you more, at least,</em> she mused, her dark pulse blasting outward towards the Vulpix. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 09:59:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a cry as the wave of darkness hit her dead on. She stumbled backwards, obviously in quite a bit of pain. "I won't go with you." That same quiet voice, still showing no fear, only determination to *not* be subdued and captured. "I won't be a slave!" With the Umbreon so close, she took another chance. <br><br>Inhaling, she fired a blast of small, flaming darts at her foe. Hopefully getting a facefull of fire would dissuade the Umbreon. She knew the attack wasn't very powerful, but it was all she could do at this point. The umbreon was far stronger than she, as she had predicted. She only had to keep it at bay long enough to run...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 13:17:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tactic worked, up to a point. At least two darts flew and hit nothing but air as the Kirlia in front of Adrian's eyes teleported away. It was aggrevating, but he wasn't one to give up, or allow emotions get in the way of his hunt. <br><br>She would be able to feel it, even though the length of his rifle obscured the smile on his face. He was enjoying the hunt, and in the back of his head he was enjoying the results of it already. <br><br>Time for a new tactic then, because trying to outpace a psychic pokemon was a fool's errand. But it should be possible to outsmart one. Readying his rifle for another shot, he keept his finger still on the trigger. Dipping his left hand down to his belt he reached for an ultra ball, and as soon as he was able to aim, he threw the ball. Never expecting it to hit, he brought the arm back to his rifle. No, he'd try and hit her during the downtime of her teleport. Catch her off guard so to speak, just as she appeared he'd fire the next bolt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 14:32:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The kirlia was enjoying herself imensely, even if it was possibly at the trainers expense, she hasn't felt the exhiliration of battle for a long time. As he readied his rifle for another shot she was supprised to see a pokeball fly towards her causing her to spin into a teleport to warp out of the way once again.<br><br>As she warped back in from her teleport she felt a stinging in her leg, looking down she saw a dart protruding out of her knee, a quick rush of numbness traveled up her leg, without her leg mobile she was unable to teleport or move around effectively.<br><br>Determined she now stared at the trainer in a last stand amassing her psycic power to attempt to form a shield. However with the darts poison spreading through her body it was difficult to keep her concentration.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 20:11:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just -- gah!" Umbre twisted her face aside, lifting her good arm to shield herself. Every flaming dart was like a searing needle piercing her body. She howled in pain and fury, and while she stumbled, adrenaline helped her regain her footing quickly to continue her charge. She squeezed one eye shut, and the other seemed even redder than before, as if she was possessed by a raging demon. "I warned you! I have my orders and you are going to come with us!"&nbsp; <br><br>Making a final, tackling lunge, she readied another dark pulse, ready to unleash it point-blank once she was atop the Vulpix, hoping that would be enough to buy Adrian time to get over here and put an end to the fight with one of his Pokeballs. Umbre was tough, but she certainly wasn't tough enough to make up for a lack of skill and experience. The pain radiating from her face and shoulder was proof enough of that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 21:15:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In the very least, the exhilaration was shared between the two participants in the hunt. Though Adrian didn't know she was enjoying this, he realised that he himself was. The pokeball had done its job, increasing chances of a hit. Though it seemed that this hit wasn't enough, yet.<br><br>The tranquilliser would go through her entire body unless she'd taken it out in time. There was always a risk of an overdose if Adrian shot her full of the darts, though he had enough antitoxins to prevent that. All he had to do was make sure he got to her before fifteen minutes had passed, easy enough. He wasn't there though, he'd need to get her fully sedated first.<br><br>Building up her shield was in his advantage, all he had to do was wait her out, though he wasn't going to betray that fact. Readying his rifle, he seemed possessed. Firing the remainder of the darts in his clip against her shield, aiming for her legs in case they got through. Though he was really simply trying to weaken her further, enough to catch her with an ultraball.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 23:59:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Each shot took a toll on Kirlia's shield, beads of sweat trace her forehead as she poured more and more energy to sustain her shield, the numbing sensation of her leg caused her to momentarily collapse under its weight pushing the dart further into her flesh.<br><br>She thought to herself, "Heh... I guess I lose this one..." she finished her eyes now too heavy to keep open as another dart manages to pass her shield this time hitting her in the thigh. It must have hit a important vein as the poison quickly rushed through her body reaching her heart causing it to slow.<br><br>After that Kirlia was only able to stay awake for a few more seconds as her shield collapses, landing on her side with the two darts facing upwards, she had lost the fight but there was a smile on her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 00:41:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A smile that was mirrored on Adrian's face. Balling his hand into a fist in a sign of victory before relaxing it again. He wasn't exactly bursting out in joy, though for his manners this wasn't far removed.<br><br>Shouldering his rifle he walked over to the Kirlia, she looked rather happy, not something he expected. His father owned a Gardevoir and had given the occasional bit of information on the species, though he couldn't bring up more than a vague recollection that pretty much came down to 'emotionally sensitive'. <br><br>Adrian plucked out the needles and put them back into his holster again for later recycling. Now it was time to capture this pokemon, quickly taking an ultraball from his belt and enlarging it before almost gently pressing it against the Kirlia's forehead.<br><br>The crimson flash preluded the telltale *ping* of a successful capture, now it was time to hurry over to Umbre and see if she had her prey ready for capture as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 00:55:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had *not* expected the Umbreon to *keep* charging. Taken completely by surprise, she was pinned by the darkling, and the blast hit her point-blank, the dark energy surgung through her body and sapping away her remaining strength. Hovering on the verge of unconsciousness now, she still managed to protest, no matter how weak and soft her usualy quiet voice was.<br><br>"W-why... why are you doing this?" She gave a slight whimper. "Damn slave... can't even think for yourself anymore..." her eyes closed slowly, her head falling to the side as she lapsed into unconsciousness
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 01:25:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umbre stood up, backing away. Those words were almost worse than the actual attacks. "I'm..." she muttered, her mind blanking. "You're wrong, I'm just..."<br><br>She couldn't find the words to continue, though. Just what, Umbre? Maybe Valeria is right and.... She shook her head to clear those thoughts. Thinking about it didn't matter now, anyway; what was done was done. The Vulpix was unconscious, and she could hear Adrian approaching from behind. Surely he had caught his own prey, whatever it was, just as he was about to seal this Vulpix's fate.<br><br>"I chose this," she quietly said. "I'm not a slave, I'm..." She trailed off, turning away with her head low. With her adrenaline draining, the pain of her injuries was returning.<br><br>Wincing, she walked over to Adrian's side. "The job is done," she said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 01:54:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umbreon's trainer nodded in response, though she could see concern in his eyes. "You're hurt." he stated rather dryly, though as he approached her he bent one knee. <br><br>Having put his rifle over his shoulder moments before left both his hands free to touch her face. Wary of touching any of the seared patches of skin. After a short examination of her face and the rest of her body he seemed content, as far as he could be with a wounded pokemon. She wasn't hurt in any vital places. "Hurry back to the camp, I'll treat your wounds as soon as I take care of our prey." Taking great care to emphasise the word 'our. <br><br>It wouldn't take long, the Vulpix was out cold. He enjoyed the thought of having a ninetails when this girl grew up. She was knocked about a bit by his umbreon, but not fatally wounded. Not even close he might add, showing promise for the future indeed. <br><br>A light touch of the ultraball sent this pokemon away, the capture device humming as the red glow dimmed before the *ping* sent its message back to the trainer. This pokemon was now owned. <br><br>Adrian was smug, to say the least. Having captured two promising pokemon in such a short time, bringing his team up to a grand total of four in just a few days. With this he would be marching through Gymleader doors in no time. That is to say, if he could get them to obey properly.<br><br>First on the agenda though, was his Umbreon. Reaching back into his rucksack he motioned for her to sit down on a nearby rock. A single potion and a rawst berry came back out with the trainer. <br><br>"Take this, it should make you feel better." Adrian's voice was almost strangely comforting. To say that he didn't want her to feel pain would be an overstatement. The right kind of pain would entice him, and he might force it upon her if she grew well enough into her place. Though this? Certainly not, and his careful application of the misty potion spray brought over the message well enough. The blue berry would soothe the pain as well, leaving Umbre well enough to sit back while he handled the remainder of the pokemon.<br><br>Valeria first, the tap of her pokeball sent the laser-like beam close to Umbre before flowing into the Leafeon shape. Her trainer would be quick about it, leaving little time for protest. "Listen Valeria, I've caught the two pokemon that were watching us, and if you make any wrong move or comment towards them I will have your skin shining bright red from your punishment before the morning." <br><br>Not even asking whether she understood, it would probably be best for her to sit still and wait until this was all over, or should would be red for the night and longer to come.<br><br>Right now though, two more taps on his belt brought out the newest additions to Adrian's team. The Kirlia first, which was soon saved from the darts by her trainer and given the antidote from a small flask. Prying open her small lips with his forefinger and letting the liquid seep down over it into her mouth. She would come to soon, though giving him enough time to see to the wounds of the Vulpix.<br><br>Shaking the remainder of the potion to see how much was left before spraying the most damaged areas made Adrian content. The potion was empty, though he had enough left. It was time to wait and see how things would develop from here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 02:39:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kirlia groaned in her sleep her eyes going from totally closed to small slits of awareness, her head tilting from side to side to take in her environment, she felt something strange in her head, something that was not there before.<br><br>As she caught site of Adrian she was even more confused... "Adrian? How do I know his name?" She thought then she realised that she was captured by this man. And because of it she had created a psychic bond with him. "Only one way to be sure" she thought as she took her time to get her concentration together to send a psychic message directly into Adrian's mind, "Adrian? Did you capture me?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 05:56:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft groan, a slight twitch. One of her tails moved. The Vulpix slowly regained consciousness. She sat, looking shaky and still rather out of it, especially after that horrid encounter with that Umbre- Wait... Her eyes went wide. "Where am I?" She glanced around... this was that campsite... Memories came flooding back to her now, the Darkling had tackled her and rendered her unconscious with a point-blank Dark Pulse. That trainer must have taken advantage of that.<br><br>Her confused look shifted to one of anger and frustration. There was absolutely *no* way she was going to stand for this! She would *not* be a slave to some perverted human... Still woozy, she didn't stand, but it was obvious to all that she was *not* in a happy mood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 14:29:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taken off guard by the Kirlia's psychic message, Adrian needed a little time to adjust. The confusion apparent on his face, though only Kirlia knew the extent of how far it went. Experimenting a little with thought-patterns he finally found something that seemed like it would work. Imagine talking inside your own head, it was worth a try, it was how the Kirlia's message 'felt' to him.<br><br><em>"I did, capture you yes."</em> Somehow he felt the answer come up short, not good enough right now talking for the first time. But it was all his mind could manage while still working out how to actually talk to her, in private. Soon enough though, the almost stupid realisation that he could simply use his voice came to him, and the more 'charming' words followed.<br><br>"After a most exhilarating little hunt I'd say. You seemed glad to have experienced it." He smiled, it was a combined smile formed by his increasingly wicked thoughts for the future and the idea that she might like that same future. "Travelling with me and learning your new place will be full of interesting and exciting new experiences, I can assure you that at least."<br><br>Then there was the vulpix. Adrian hadn't heard what she had said to his umbreon, even if he could sense that something was off about her. Perhaps she just needed time to adjust to this life, it was the first time he'd ordered her to capture another pokemon after all. This vulpix though, she seemed rather, angry. Something about her, simply annoyed Adrian. As if he could sense that she was going to be trouble, much like Valeria. Those negative emotions soon turned to wickedness in his own mind though, mirrored in his increasingly vile grin. <br><br>"You're in my camp Vulpix, you've been captured. From here on you'll enjoy a life as my pokemon." He wasn't really planning to say more than that, but it just came out. The atmosphere around this vulpix almost pulled the words out of him. "And if you don't want to, I'll have to make you." Now that he had said it, in his usual pleasant voice, quite contrasting with the message, he turned his head to Valeria. This was a message for her as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 15:39:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The kirlia was unsure how to react with the new emotions airing around the camp, it seemed to be a difficult mix to work with, it would take some time to get accustomed too.<br><br>Hearing Adriaens words made her smile a little, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the hunt, although that may have just been a side effect of her psychic nature. Once again speaking psychically to Adrian "You need only think in your head what you want to say, I can read them as long as you keep your mind open" She finished now trying to focus on her psychic energy to help speed her recovery.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 19:23:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				'Enjoy it'? This human must have been quite a fool to even think she could 'enjoy' being a slave. "If you think I'm going to enjoy any of this, human..." Her soft voice had a hint of anger in it, hatred, even, "Then you're a fool." This was followed by a slight laugh. "You'll 'make' me enjoy being here? Is that a threat, human?" Defiant of him as she had been this whole time, she stood up fully, and added, perhaps as a way to show that she was still hers, and did not, in her mind, belong to him, "And my name is Nyx."<br><br>With those words said, she walked calmly to the campfire, sitting in front of it and watching the flames. While she wanted nothing more than to run away from all of this, to be free and not be 'owned' as she so stated, she simply could not find the will to do so. Perhaps it was a residual effect of the ball used to capture her... She wasn't sure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 20:24:57</strong>
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				Umbre sat down just as ordered, Vulpix's last words still eating at the back of her mind. She barely moved as Adrian sprayed the cool mist over her body, numbly taking the berry from him and popping it into her mouth. The pain was subsiding quickly, but she still felt hollow inside. Doing what it takes to survive... why did that justification feel so weak now? Bend or break... there weren't any other options, so why beat herself up over this?!<br><br>Consciousness returned to Valeria, and she instinctively stretched out. Adrian quickly interrupted her imminent complaint about the damned Pokeball. <em>Fine,</em> she thought, glaring at a spot on the ground in front of her as she sat up and crossed her legs. <em>I'll hold my tongue... while you're awake, at least. You can't watch me forever.</em><br><br>She glanced over at Umbre. Her sister seemed like she was in a daze... she almost looked sick or something. She had to have helped catch these new Pokemon. Is that why she was acting this way? Guilt? She hoped so, much as she disliked seeing Umbre like this. If she realized that what she was doing was wrong, she'd have to help subvert Adrian's rule. She'd have to discuss that with her later.<br><br>She heard Adrian releasing their new "guests", and she looked up at them, genuinely curious as to what exactly he'd managed to catch. A Kirlia, who seemed... happy? What on earth was wrong with her to make her happy in a situation like this? Adrian was even being cordial with her! That wasn't going to be good... the last thing she needed was a mind-reader on his side. She was going to have to be careful around this one.<br><br>And then, a Vulpix. It had to be a Vulpix, she sighed. She definitely wasn't thrilled with this situation - a potential ally, then - but Vale had been burned before, figuratively and literally. Fire was as much a part of nature as anything else, and she could respect that, but she still preferred to keep her distance from it.<br><br>"And if you don't want to, I'll have to make you," Adrian said; Valeria must have missed the rest of his speech while she was thinking to herself. She caught his look at her, and she returned it for a fraction of a second, giving him a stony look before glaring at the dirt again.<br><br>The Vulpix's outburst immediately caught her attention. No, she didn't respond well to threats at all. Valeria's jaw dropped as she watched the... as she watched Nyx stand up and walk over to the flames. For a second she envied the Pokemon's spirit, feeling her own passive-aggressive resistance was almost cowardice in comparison. She couldn't help but smile at the scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 01:16:22</strong>
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				<em>"I'll keep that in mind."</em> Adrian could help but make a stupid joke. He almost resented himself from not showing natural dominance within his own mind. Though at least it was a friendly joke. He wondered how much of his mind she could read if he wasn't paying attention, time would tell.<br><br>Right now Adrian was more than satisfied with Valeria's passive reaction. He couldn't use two enemies right now, and like her he was looking forward to having a mind-reader on his team. That would come later though, right now he had a Vulpix to take care of. Nyx'd dared to call him a fool, and she would pay the price. He couldn't 'make' her enjoy this, we'll just see about that he thought.<br><br>Adrian's gaze focussed on the vulpix, eyes squinting slightly. She was watching the flames, he could see them mirrored in her big eyes. Something about that pokemon, disregarding her blatant defiance, put him off. Add her demeanor to it, and even Adrian couldn't help himself. And so the decision was made. He wouldn't let that pokemon talk to him like that, and he'll be damned if he couldn't make her 'enjoy' being his pokemon. <br><br>With a quick reach to his belt he sent the Vulpix back into her pokeball, the bright red flash clearly visible to the others. It would not be a long stay, oh no, but he didn't want her to know what he would tell the others.<br><br>Walking towards the Kirlia and squatting down besides her. Watching her just a little while as she recharged herself, unlike Nyx he felt a connection to this one here. Probably due to her psychic nature. His hand went out to pet her left red horn ever so slightly, careful not to over-stimulate it. <br><br>"I'll have to discipline Nyx, all of you will be forbidden to enter my tent." His voice was calm, certain, dominant. He wouldn't take no for an answer, especially from Valeria. "When I get back, I'll have to see about a name for you Kirlia. It'll be a first time for me." He seemed almost compassionate as he spoke, showing the gap between those that obeyed and those that did not quite clearly.<br><br>Taking two cans of food out of his rucksack and dumping them near the fire, Adrian seemed to be in somewhat of a hurry. The vulpix would find out that it was a bad idea to piss him off soon enough. "Be sure to share now all of you." He almost smiled before he went into the tent, leaving the others outside.<br><br>Nyx however, would find herself released from the confines of the pokeball to enter a new set of restraints. Carefully programmed, the pokeball could release a pokemon at any location. Adrian had prepared in the short while that he'd left the others outside, and now four small wooden poles stuck out of the ground just inside the tent's reaches. Nyx her arms and legs were tied to the poles, stretching her out in a spread eagle. Her first moments of conciousness outside the pokeball were met with the feeling of something strange being forced into her mouth. The slick phallus shaped object seemed to be connected to a set of leather straps. Adrian was quick enough to tie them around the back of her head before she had the chance to get rid of them. "Now, Nyx, I'll give you a taste of what it means to defy your master. Are you ready? I hope you are, because I'm not going to wait for you." <br><br>His hands were groping her tits before she had as much time to think, squeezing them tight enough to make it hurt. His knee was jutting up against her sex, pressing hard against the soft tissue. It was clear he wasn't going easy on her. <br><br>His hands seemed to quickly grow tired with just molesting her tits, finding their way to her nipples before pulling them upwards as well as crushing them. Though Nyx should have been able to see the wicked smile on his face. He wasn't just punishing her, he was enjoying it. <br><br>"You'll learn your lesson bitch," He was keeping his voice down, not wanting the others to hear what he was going to say. "I've been keeping this in for a while now, but I'll use you as my personal plaything for as long as I want. You'll just have to learn to be an obedient slave, or you'll get the worst of my 'passions'." <br><br>He smiled again, having taken a vibrator from behind him. The thing looked huge, too large for a small pokemon like vulpix. Though Adrian would make sure she wouldn't be permanently damaged, that would be a waste. Wasting no time, he put the thing on before he would shove it in. Pressing the tip against her clitoris and burying it under the girth of the vibrator before, slowly, tracing it down to reach the entrance to her sex. He spat on the tip, to both lube the thing as well as to humiliate the vulpix bitch, before shoving it inside. He'd leave it without a strap, for now. If she'd manage to get it out, he could always up the stake.<br><br>"Now," he spoke in his low voice again. "endure this punishment, and I might forgive you for your behaviour."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 01:40:14</strong>
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				Kirlia nodded, hearing her new masters commands, she could not understand the distaste for him that she felt from the other Pokemon, but for now she thought it would be best to avoid conflict. She was supprised to see the Vulpix manage to fit into that tiny ball "Must be really cramped in there..." She thought, maybe that was why the others did not like him.<br><br>As he moved over to her she couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by his size, although it was short lived when he rubbed her horn, it felt very pleasant as a warm tingling spread across her body.<br><br>As Adrian left she looked at the other two Pokemon then to the bowls of food, taking a modest portion she left plenty for the other two to share. Although she was unsure if she was able to converse with them. But hearing Adriaens words it felt as if her mental ability's were thrown out of whack for a time. Maybe it was when he rubbed her horn which she used to broadcast her psychic ability.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 02:25:15</strong>
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				Valeria grimaced as Adrian went into the tent. She had little doubt that she'd be hearing screams soon. If the man was willing to rape Umbre even when she was compliant, there was no way he was going to let outright defiance stand.<br><br>But what was she supposed to do? Barge in there? She'd never even heard of a Pokemon assaulting her trainer, and if she screwed up, she'd be worse off than Nyx.<br><br>It was true. She was a coward, then. Just a pathetic coward, all thought and no action. She couldn't even stand up for what she believed in, just let herself stew in her anger.<br><br>"I'm not a coward," she said, standing up. Her heart was pounding in her chest like a machinegun. Her whole body was shaking as she looked from the Kirlia to Umbre. "I'm not a coward!" she repeated, louder this time, but she still didn't believe it. She was terrified, but this was her path. Protect the weak... it seemed so noble, but it was a lot easier to be noble when you were just a wild Pokemon in the forest, interrupting little kids who were trying to catch birds and bugs.<br><br>"Vale...?" Umbre replied, glancing at her. "Valeria, no!" she shouted, snapping out of her trance and standing up to block the Leafeon. "I know what you're trying to do, and if you do this, I can't get you out of it! He's going to hurt you!"<br><br>"Get out of my way, Umbre. I've made my decision."<br><br>Umbre closed her eyes, taking a single step aside. "Have it your way, sister," she whispered. Valeria nodded at her, took a step past her....<br><br>The attack was so sudden. Umbre lashed out, clotheslining Valeria and putting her in a chokehold. She quickly brought the Leafeon to her knees, putting her other hand over Valeria's mouth to keep her quiet. "I've made my decision, too. He'll hurt you bad if you do anything, and I'm not going to let that happen to you." Valeria tried to get out of it, but all her efforts were hopeless. "Please, just be quiet before he hears you!"<br><br>She turned her head. "Kirlia, come here!" she said in a quick whisper. "Do you have any way to put Valeria to sleep, or knock her out or something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 02:49:22</strong>
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				Kirlia was confused what the two Pokemon before her were going on about, but she understood their words easy enough, when they got up looking as if a conflict was about to start she had raised also just in case.<br><br>It was strange to see them turn on eachother but what if was asked of her was true then this Pokemon only wished&nbsp; the submission of the other, she nodded understanding walking slowly to the Leafeon waving a hand gently across her face in a attempt to induce sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 04:46:55</strong>
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				She was pulled into her ball faster than she could think. Despite being converted into an energy-like state, her mind worked fine. A mental grin formed. (Seems as if I pushed his buttons...) Whatever the case, if him locking her away for a time was the only 'punishment'...<br><br>The next thing she knew she was on the floor of a tent, her body stretched out between four wooden poles. Her eyes went wide at this, and she immedietly began pulling at the ropes that bound her. What the hell was this?! She opened her mouth in protest, but was quickly silenced by the strange, phallic object that was forced inside. She shook her head wildly, trying to dislodge it, but there was no way once it was tied in place. Now gagged, with her hands bound and useless, she was completely helpless...<br><br>...And very vulnerable to his sudden assault on her. Her eyes closed tightly, and she bit down on the gag at the sudden violent groping. It was a new feeling to her entirely, as was the knee constantly grinding at her sensitive lower area. The physical aspect of it, however, was nothing compared to his vocal torment. The things he said to her, combined with that look on his face, that look that said he was enjoying every part of this...<br><br>She was terrified. But not ready to surrender. Nyx was strong, but above all, she was stubborn, and she could only hope her stubborness would help her in the end.<br><br>Then came the vibrator.<br><br>She had never seen something like that before, but she knew it was a bad thing. As soon as he flicked it on and dragged it across her lower lips, her fear deepened. She didn't see him spit on it, as her eyes had screwed shut before that, but she felt it go in, and gave a muffled cry through the gag, whimpering and shifting with pain and embarassment. Endure this? She'd do it... in her own way...<br><br>As Adrian left, she went to work. Nyx wanted that *thing* out of her. Shifting her hips, she began to wiggle in such a way that it started coming loose, though slowly. She slowly started trying to squeeze it out as well, the entire process took a long while, the thick vibrator doing its work the whole time. By the end of it all, the vibrator lay on the floor between her legs, resting in-between two tails, and the Vulpix was panting and exausted, the signs of forced arousal apparent around her area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 13:10:03</strong>
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				Adrian had come out of the tent with a content look on his face, apparently torturing one of his pokemon was enjoyable to him on many levels. Though as soon as he saw the still struggling Valeria in Umbre's grip together with his Kirlia trying to hypnotise her into a deep sleep, his face grew grim again. <br><br>Swallowing, and not in the mood to deal with the deviant leaf pokemon right now, he waited until the Kirlia had finished her work. He didn't want her psychic link to have to deal with all his negative emotions, so the first thing on schedule would be to realise how much he actually liked the fact that Umbreon and Kirlia were working together to stop Valeria from making the grave error that she was going to. <br><br>Adrian walked over to the trio, squatting down besides them. His hand almost instinctively reaching out for Kirlia's red horn to gently rub over it. He wasn't consciously trying to hamper her psychic abilities, it was just a token of affection. One that would at least physically come over. Looking at Umbre, his face changed expression, it was almost as if he didn't want to have to tell her this. "Look, the two of you working together to stop Valeria from doing the wrong thing makes me happy. It appreciate your loyalties, even if you might be doing it more for your sister than for me Umbre. Though I need you to know, that you won't be able to protect her if she goes too far."<br><br>It was all he was going to say for now, he had originally just planned to check if the food was good and to name his new Kirlia. That last, he would do now. His face slowly showing the signs of cheering up again now that he saw her, his hand still gently rubbing her left horn. "And you, I hope you're planning on keeping your trainer happy, because right now that's what you're doing. In return, I want to give you something, your own name. How about, Serena?" <br><br>He watched and waited a short while, though he had to get back to overseeing the Vulpix soon. "Just think about it, I'll be back later." Giving her all the time she needed and allowing Umbre to think about how she was going to handle her leafeon problem. As he went back in the tent though, he'd notice the vibrator lying on the floor, almost neatly arranged between the Vulpix's tails and his mood grew grim a second time this evening. <br><br>"I swear, you're doing it on purpose aren't you? Ticking me off every chance you get." Adrian's eyes squinted, somehow his mind saw it fit to relate everything that went bad to this Vulpix here. She was going to feel that soon enough. "I thought I told you to endure it, not to weasel your way out of the punishment you deserve." Adrian had set the front end of his boot against her wet pussy, the heel resting on the tent just in front of it. He was planning on switching the vibrator he'd put in her mouth before on, though his grin showed that that wasn't all he'd do to her. Leaning forward to reach the small switch, the weight on Nyx her sex increased. The muddy pattern of his shoe digging into her soft flesh. The button was easy enough to reach, but he took his time. Shifting his weight a little to make sure she got the message. She lower than him, in all aspects, and would have to learn to behave after that fact.<br><br>Finally flicking the switch, the Vulpix would feel the new buzz in her mouth, no doubt increasing her discomfort. But that wasn't all Adrian would do now that she'd wasted his merciful punishment. He had so many options open to him, and his first thought was to be to take advantage of her type. To just use something her pokemon nature was weak against, but finally decided against it. He needed something to up the stakes again in case she was stupid enough to keep resisting. <br><br>He took a few moments to grab something out of his bags, the ones digitally incorporated in his tent. Coming back to the helpless Vulpix with a set of three clamps with connected wires. Each a bright colour red or blue. If she'd ever seen an electrical device from the inside, she'd know what was going to happen as soon as Adrian flicked the switch on. He came closer with a smile that betrayed his wicked anticipation. Rubbing her left nipple with his fingers before applying the clamp, the force of it shutting down would be painful all on its own, regardless of the current that would follow soon. The cold metal irritating against her skin as he repeated the process for her right nipple before he went between her legs again, placing the third and final clamp on her clitoris. <br><br>"You'll learn manners yet, slave. Even if I have to beat them into you." His voice was a mixture between grim determination and sadistic glee, most unsettling as he nearly failed to keep his voice down in anticipation. He held the switch in hand and had set the dials correctly, not their maximum voltage, that would ruin his pokemon. Shorts bursts of random lengths, three seconds was the longest burst. Watching her face, hoping to see fear in her eyes, he flicked the switch and waited a while to hear the beautiful moans of torment. Staying long enough to feel refreshed before walking out of the tent to leave the Vulpix there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 23:40:23</strong>
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				Umbre held Valeria tightly as the Kirlia approached, keeping her in place as the newcomer did her magic. She gave Adrian an almost guilty look as she saw him emerge from the tent, but that quickly passed since he was actually happy about it. She felt Valeria slumping into her arms, her struggles ending as Adrian approached. "I... I know," she replied, clearly uncomfortable at the thought. She knew it the entire time, but having him answer seemed to add to the finality of it. If Valeria didn't wise up....<br><br>She set Valeria down in the grass once Adrian was finished with his talk, making sure she was in a comfortable position for her nap. "Serena?" she said, looking at Kirlia as she took a portion of the food and slowly began to eat. It would get her mind off of Valeria, at least. "I think it's a pretty name. Mine's Umbre... might as well get the introductions out of the way, since we're going to be seeing each other a lot." She smiled at the Pokemon. "Thank you for helping with my sister... it's..." She sighed again, looking down at her meal. "I didn't want to have to hurt her too bad to keep her out of trouble."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 00:23:55</strong>
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				Serena looked at Adrian as he moved closer, it was good timing that she managed to put Valeria to sleep because Adrian's rubbing of her horn once again caused pleasurable feelings to shoot through her body but caused the interferance yet again.<br><br>As Unbre talked to her she understood but could only make out the word of her name. "See...re...na?&nbsp; Um.....m...bre?" She looked noticable strained when trying to speak herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 08:08:37</strong>
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				She only glared at him as he entered, her look screaming defiance. This was *not* over. She would *not* give up.<br><br>She gave a slight whimper at the boot, and her eyes closed tightly as he pressed against her. She winced and gave another whimper, trying to close her legs, or do anything at all to dissuade him. The vibrator turned on in her mouth was a minor annoyance at best, though definitely uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to the torment now visited upon her lower lips.<br><br>Her eyes went wide as her produced the cords, and she writhed and squirmed, trying to make it harder for him to hook them up. It didn't work, of course, and soon the Vulpix was wincing, her back arching with each shock. Moans of pain came from behind the vibrating gag, and she shook her head, eyes closing tight. "Mmm..." There was no way she could escape this one, she knew that...<br><br>But like hell if he broke her this fast!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 22:00:54</strong>
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				Umbre raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Umbre," she replied. Serena must still be shellshocked from her capture or something, she rationalized. It would explain how muddled she seemed. "Are you feeling okay? If you want some extra food you're welcome to it." It was worth asking; she was going to have to live with these Pokemon for the foreseeable future, so she might as well make an effort to befriend them, one by one.<br><br>It was Nyx she was worried about. That Vulpix was probably being tortured right now, and given her attitude, she figured it would be a miracle if she was anything less than openly hostile towards her. She just had to capture another Valeria. Stubborn to the bitter end, refusing to understand how things worked. And to blame her for it! She grimaced as she glanced over as her sister's body, sleeping so soundly there in the grass. For that matter, Valeria was going to be just as angry with her once she woke up.<br><br>It didn't matter. She did what she had to to get by and protect those she cared for, and if they didn't understand that... so be it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 22:18:01</strong>
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				Serena looked at Umbre, she didn't understand that Serena was unable to speak normally, she never had too after all. Listening to her question she just smiled and shook her head, then tried to make Umbre understand that she didn't know how to speak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 23:00:11</strong>
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				Adrian had been calmly observing the trio of pokemon outside the tent. Smiling at the newly named Serena's efforts to explain her inability to talk and watching Valeria sleep with an emotion that came closest to dissatisfaction. His vicinity to the tent gave him all the information he needed to hear the muffled wails of pain coming from the vulpix inside. <br><br>He never understood why inflicting pain on others made him&nbsp; though after enough years he had simply made peace with it. Right now, he felt it again. Knowing what Nyx was going through, all because he felt that she wasn't behaving good enough, had set off his desires. Slightly elevated temperatures, and a strange intoxicating emotional state. Layman's terms call it being horny, though in this case that might have a double meaning. Needless to say, his look changed to one of lust.<br><br>All three pokemon outside the tent would do, though it was too soon for the Kirlia, and Valeria did not, yet, deserve to be raped. So it would fall on Umbre, again. This time, he could use it to 'teach' something to his new pokemon and his mind was already preparing to send her a message.<br><br><em>"Serena, you want your trainer to feel good don't you? Just like you want to feel good yourself. I'm going to ask Umbre something, and I would like you to pay attention to what she's going to do."</em> It would feel strange for the Kirlia, it was conversation and the words were friendly. Though there was an undertone that transformed all her trainer said into a command. It was up to her whether or not to follow it though. <em>"I want you to try and learn from this."</em> He added almost as an afterthought while turning his head to Umbre. <br><br>The look in his eyes betrayed his intentions without shame, the added smirk would tell her that he was more than ready. Though he wasn't about to just drop his pants and get it on with. No, such a thing required some finesse. <br><br>His right hand held something that was going to give him all the stimulation he needed to keep his aroused state. A small remote, linked to the device that was tormenting his fire pokemon right now. A small flick of the dial, left her shock free. For roughly ten seconds, after which she would feel the tantalisingly slow buildup of a prolonged shock that would in total take up the better part of a minute. <br><br>"Umbre," He started with a question-like tone. "You know from your first punishment, that tormenting others brings me into a particular state..." He gave her that same look again. "How about you come and sit a little closer to me, be sure to carefully place your paws." As he said so, he opened his legs, leaving his crotch open and easily accessible. Though his pants would still form a barrier of sorts, giving her the smallest of comforts for a 'request' like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 03:09:27</strong>
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				Umbre stared at Valeria quizzically. After a bit of observation, she didn't seem too out of things... she just seemed... almost like she was trying to communicate something....<br><br>She slapped her forehead as the answer hit her. "You can't speak. Of course, you're psychic, you've never needed to, right? You just communicate through thought." She frowned, moving a hand to her chin as she mulled over it. "At least you understand me, because it's not working the other way around."&nbsp; She wondered how that felt to Serena... given her darkness affinity, her mind had to come off as... how would it come off? Emptiness, as if there was nothing there at all, or fullness, just an impenetrable barrier of the dark? She couldn't even begin to imagine how being able to read minds felt like to begin with!<br><br>Her thoughts were interrupted by Adrian exiting from the tent again. She recognized that look on his face... desire. He wasn't even remotely interested in hiding it, either. She felt her stomach tightening as he gazed at Serena; were they communicating? She had to assume they were. When he finally looked at her, though, it was clear the newly-caught Kirlia wasn't going to be the object of his lust this time. She listened intently to his words, his command.<br><br>And she obeyed. <em>I've done worse,</em> she thought to herself. <em>This is nothing in comparison...</em> the thoughts didn't allay her hesitance, however.<br><br>She slid over beside him, smiling at him weakly as she placed her hands on his groin. She could feel his shaft through the fabric, and she gulped a bit. "Do... do you want me to...?" she began, her heart pounding as her voice failed her. She knew he was going to want more, and if he didn't get his satisfaction from her, he was going to push himself on Nyx, Kirlia, or Valeria. With that thought firmly in mind, she swallowed again, closed her eyes, and began to stroke slowly, the entire rest of her body stiffening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 14:33:34</strong>
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				Adrian welcomed her attention, it worked quite relaxing. Especially since he wasn't ready for anything intense yet. No, the massage-like workings of her paws were quite fine right now. He decided that he was going to train her after all, not just 'use' her. <br><br>Beckoning her closer with his hand and reaching for her with the other, as soon as she'd get in reach he would physically reposition her. Sitting on her knees right in front of him, facing away from him. The elevation he got from the rock he sat on allowed Umbre to simply reach behind her back and still find his crotch. Though her new position gave her trainer free range over her body. Something he was not about to pass up. <br><br>"Just relax Umbre, let it go. I'm sure this will feel, nice." He was watching Serena as he spoke, hoping that she would pick up some of the finer details as well. Be nice to your trainer, and he'll be nice to you. Of course, he wasn't hoping for a perfect relay of the message, just to give her the first step. <br><br>His hands were calm, placing themselves at the base of Umbre's ears before slowly pulling them back. Squeezing the long black things lightly, as if to release her from all the tension. It was almost like the massage from before, only without the oil. Adrian was good at it to boot, knowing the location of the biggest muscle and nerve clusters and placing enough pressure on them to make his pokemon feel relaxed again. <br><br>Though her ears, of course, were only the beginning. Slowly working down to her shoulders, her back, her thighs. Running his hands back through her fur and messing it up before putting it back how it was supposed to be. Playing with her, because he could. <br><br>After a good look at Kirlia, he slowly worked upwards again. His hands rising until just the base of her luscious breasts. They stopped before cupping them, it would be up to Kirlia whether or not it was going to happen. Something that already amused Adrian. Speaking inside his mind again, he would simply ask her. <em>"Serena, do you think Umbre would like it if I touched these?" </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 16:27:33</strong>
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				Serena whimpered softly, unable to understand anything that is going on, her horns still tingling and throwing her psychic ability unusable, her minds eye seeing Umbre as a black void, how she wished she was able to communicate with her.<br><br>As Adrian came out once again and began to demand things of Umbre, she knew he was trying to communicate with her, but she was unable to make out the request, causing her to stare dumbfounded having no idea what was being asked or what was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 20:10:46</strong>
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				Adrian's words actually helped her. That, and his touch, at least. The tension seemed to ooze out of her as he worked her ears with his expert fingers. Her breathing and heart rate slowed down to more normal speeds, and her eyes closed. She gasped quietly, just letting him do his thing while her paws did their own magic, stroking and massaging him through his pants.<br><br><em>I can get used to this,</em> Umbre thought to herself. This was nice. It felt good to get a massage like this. It actually made her wonder why he wasn't like this more often. She was sure if he treated Valeria or Nyx with this sort of affection they'd melt under his fingers instead of being so stubborn. He had to have his reasons, though....<br><br>His hands moved, sliding down her body, kneading the stress out of every muscle in his path even as he toyed with her fur. She wondered if he was enjoying this too... her own ministrations had to feel clumsy by comparison. She wasn't too good with her hands to begin with, and unlike him, she only had the vaguest idea of what would make him feel the best. But she was willing to give it her all regardless. It may have made her uncomfortable at first, but now it just seemed like a fair trade given how well he was treating her.<br><br>She was so lost in thought, it took her a moment to realize that he'd actually stopped. She opened her mind, looking around, spotting his hands hovering above her breasts and Serena looking uncomfortable. Was he waiting for something from Serena? She frowned. The poor thing... this all had to be pretty unexpected for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 23:39:51</strong>
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				It wouldn't take a great deal of effort to harden Adrian's rod. The fabric of his pants stretching until it couldn't give anymore as he grew too hard for them to take it. It would get painful to leave his manpart in such awkward position, so his hands left the vicinity of her breasts sooner than he'd have liked. <br><br>With a strange look at the Kirlia in front of him he quickly unbuckled his belt. His hands working his way past Umbre's paws, who'd no doubt give him room to do what he was planning. Like a wound spring, his member reached for fresh air the moment his underwear was pushed down. Giving his pokemon access to the warm thing hidden behind her back. <br><br>Adrian's eyes hadn't left the Kirlia, and he was not exactly sure how to handle this. Though he wanted Serena to understand what was going on, without being too direct. From what he knew, she had no idea what this meant. Though that could cause a grave mistake if he got careless. At least she needed a little information, it would double as Umbre's commands too. The tension visible in his lower lip just before he spoke, hoping to keep both their attention away from the muffled moans coming from the small tent, barely audible through the buzzing gag.<br><br><strong>"Serena, you may not have seen anything like this before, so I want to make sure you know that there is nothing wrong. Umbre and I are..."</strong> Taking his time to find the perfect words, "making each other, happy." Maybe not perfect. At least they served their purpose. <strong>"Even if I treat her, you, or the others cruel sometimes doesn't mean I don't love them. I'm your trainer, I have to take care of every pokemon I catch."</strong> This wasn't some made up speech, this was what he believed. Even if his morals might not be on par with the majority of society, he still had his own codes to live by.<br><br>To emphasize his words, his hands took hold of Umbre's paws and guided them back to his fully erect cock. Making sure she placed them correctly before his own hands went back up to her breasts for a good squeeze. Feeling her soft skin and luscious flesh deform under his hands. The pressure came gradually, just bordering on painful. Though giving her body enough time to adapt before squeezing harder. Letting her breasts go periodically before reapplying the pressure just as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. Feeling every part of her breasts.<br><br>Then, to both humiliate Umbre and simply inform Serena, Adrian spoke again, his voice ripe with passion. <strong>"And if Umbre makes her trainer really happy, he'll make her come before we all go to bed."</strong> His smile widening as the sentence finished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 00:47:08</strong>
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				Serena watched on confused by the current events, although they were slowly making more sense, as her capability in psychic allowed her to understand them once again, but now both sets of emotions coming from the pair threw her more off balance even more than she already was, she defiantly felt something malicious in the area, maybe it was from the trainer or it seemed to be emanating from the tent.<br><br>With these emotions in close proximity she had a long way to go until she would be able to settle, and separate her emotions from those around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 02:06:42</strong>
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				Umbre tensed up again as she heard the tell-tale signs of Adrian opening his pants. <em>It's happening again,</em> she thought to herself, as he took hold of her hands again, this time placing them directly on his stiff rod. Was he going to penetrate her again, after she'd pleased him with her hands?<br><br><em>Tackle that when it comes,</em> she mused. His squeezing was getting rougher, but even then, he was careful. She had to be giving herself away with some subconscious fidget or something, because he managed to find her limit every single time, always managing to stop just before the pleasurable sensations were wholly overwhelmed by pain.<br><br>Umbre managed to stifle her objection to Adrian's final line. There was no way he'd pull that off... even though his work (mostly) felt good, she was still too uncomfortable with a human doing this to her to really relax and end up seeing any sort of release. Especially with Valeria so close by: she may have been sleeping, but it still felt like she was glowering at her. And Serena, too! This public display only made her feel more uneasy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 12:35:26</strong>
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				Adrian knew that it would be unlikely that he'd be able to make her come with just his hands. The words had been meant to heighten her sense of shame. To humiliate her, in a way. To let her know that she was a toy with which he could play whenever he wanted to. It would still take a while before he could get away with saying it to her face though.<br><br>Moving his right hand from her breast and erect nipple to her sex, Adrian hoped to find it fully moist. There was a smug satisfaction to be had from making a woman ready for sex, even though she might not want to. Feeling around her clit with his fingers, the trainer looked at the Kirlia. He wondered how much of what he was doing she could read from his mind. Self-consciously, he tried to talk things through in his mind. To make what he did seem right, at least to himself. He was making her feel good after all, and she was 'his' pokemon. Just like the other two. Punishment was necessary every once in a while, and so is simply making them know who's boss. A submissive pokemon is a beautiful pokemon, right? Of course it was. <br><br>Slowly the trainer's hands played with her less and less. The squeezes became less frequent and his fingers kept away from Umbre's clitoris now. He had realised that his train of thought might not have been the best of examples, though at least it showed that he loved his pokemon, in his own way. So much more than boring plain trainers with their 'friendship'. <br><br>His eyes had trailed off to the back of Umbre's head. In his position he could only just see the tip of her nose over her head. He couldn't imagine not doing this to her, and just feeding her berries instead. This way, she'd discover so much more of herself. She'll fall in love, with her true pokemon nature. Perhaps even himself, he smiled. <br><br>As he looked back over to Serena, his hands had stopped entirely. Leaving Umbre to decide for herself if she had that same luxury. She hadn't been doing it intense enough for Adrian to lose focus yet, so he could still develop his little plan.<br><br>"Serena," he started speaking slowly, "I think it is wise, if you learn what it means to be 'my' pokemon as soon as possible. Because of various reasons, though the most important one is that you'll be living as and among 'my' pokemon for the foreseeable future." He gave her a short pause, mostly to give her time for some sort of confirmation that she was listening. "I want you to think for yourself, whether or not you want to be touched, to feel good. And whether you can touch me, to make me feel good." <br><br>Stroking Umbre's belly a few more times before moving her hands to stand up. He was quick enough to hide his erect member in his pants, though it still showed as an impressive bulge at the left side of his pants regardless. His eyes were mixed with interest and perhaps regret at he looked at her. "I will need to check on Nyx now, to see how well she's responding to her 'treatment'. In the meanwhile, you will have something to think about as well. Its something I need to know from you..."<br><br>He left an awkwardly long pause, showing her that whatever he wanted to know wasn't going to be pretty. Though as he finally started his eyes showed that he himself had made peace with the request already. "I want you to think as well, and tell me if you're committed to be my pokemon. You've shown some amount of obedience so far, though how far does it reach? Especially knowing how ill-behaved your sister is."<br><br>Adrian's face turned to the sleeping Valeria and grew grim. He had punishment in mind for her, Serena could easily pick that up. It was like a slow-motion whiplash over the defenceless pokemon's body, though one with a purpose at least. <br><br>"I want you to tell me, how much you're willing to take to be my pokemon and protect your sister at the same time. It hasn't gone unnoticed, that you're doing much of what you do for her. Though now its time to tell me whether you'll even take her punishment... Take your time." <br><br>With that, he left for the tent. Both pokemon had something to think about, and to work through. Perhaps they'd even be able to help eachother find out what was going on. Though for now, Adrian had another pokemon to worry about. <br><br>This vulpix had been a thorn in his eye from the moment she spoke to him. Now perhaps, she'd know when to at least stay her tongue. First off on his list of things to do when he entered the tent was to shut down the voltage, leaving just the buzz of the vibrator in her mouth. Adrian took the time to casually remove his boots. Stepping over to the Vulpix to see if she'd suffered any unexpected damage and being rather liberal with his hands as he did so, needlessly groping her soft tits before removing the clamps.<br><br>"Well, have you learned your lesson?" The trainer asked much like a teacher would do after sending someone to detention. His eyes showed that he didn't expect her to have given in, entirely, yet. Though she should know that using the wrong would get her into trouble, and with a little luck that would be enough motivation to keep her from doing just that. Somehow, that wasn't enough for Adrian. Not with this pokemon, and as he clenched his fist around the vulpix' snout he drew his face close. His voice lower and a lot more pressing. "Because if you haven't, I would love to go on and on, finding new punishments to try on you every day."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 02:56:45</strong>
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				Serena enclosed herself into her own little world, she found this new situation too confusing, "What did he mean by touch?" She thought, whatever he was touching on Umbre she didn't think she had, so that couldn't be it. maybe it was her horn, although it did feel nice it also left her incapable of using her psycic ability for a time, and then there was the sharp change in contrast to his mood, whoever the other two pokemon were, Serena was fearing for their safety.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 01:04:27</strong>
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				The vulpix bitch had learned her lesson, for today, Adrian had decided. Pressing but a button on the pokeball to turn the creature's world upside down. Keeping her nice and secure inside that little technological marvel. He had other things to worry about, a horny Umbreon, a sleeping Leafeon and a confused Kirlia. With a little luck that Kirlia wouldn't be able to read the emotions of those trapped in his pokeballs, because that would mean that balance of good and bad had shifted immensely. <br><br>As he stepped out of the tent the trainer realised how much the torment of his fire pokemon had turned him on. He was stiff enough because of his Umbreon's attention earlier, though now that he'd been here the pressing of his bulge at the right was becoming painful.<br><br>Not yet sure if the Kirlia was ready yet, he hastily made his way to his Umbreon, the look in his eyes showing that he wanted her. A quick look over his shoulder to the Kirlia and he squinted his eyes, he wanted them both. In fact, he wanted all his pokemon. Something about owning them simply increased their allure. They would have to obey if he ordered them, but he wanted them to want it too. A challenge, so to speak.<br><br>"Umbreon, you don't have to answer just yet, but I will need you to continue what you were doing." Adrian spoke gentle, though a tremor in his voice showed just how excited he was. Unzipping his pants on his own as he positioned himself on the makeshift chair and putting Umbreon in between him and Serena, looking at the latter.<br><br>"And you Serena, can you tell me what's going through your mind? Tell me what you think of my question, and what you're seeing in front of you. Perhaps, I can explain if you have any questions of your own." She would be interesting, a psychic pokemon. So, pure, still. She could be moulded into a uniquely fine creature. Adrian was looking forward to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 01:17:25</strong>
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				Serena looked as her "Master" left his tent, feeling some discontent on his person that was not coming from him personally but it seemed heavily muffled. But the master himself seemed to be in heat, she wondered why, is it that her masters species had a seasonal breeding cycle?<br><br>His attention was on the Umbreon again she figured but he did seem to have some focus on her during this time, she didn't know how to take this attention and hoped his attention passed, for a short moment she thought her wish came true when he went back to Umbreon but it was short lived as he turned back to her.<br><br>Serena was unsure how to project it in words so she projected a suggestive image of instead of just intercourse for the enjoyment of it, was the master looking to impregnate his pokemon, was that why he was so driven to these breeding practices?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 19:24:43</strong>
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				Adrian couldn't suppress some laughter, most likely to the confusion of the Umbreon he brought so close to his crotch. His face though, showed that his Kirlia had his attention. Her psychic image was amusing to him and while that might have confused her as well, Adrian was well underway forming a mental explanation. <br><br>Not sure how much of what he was thinking was available to the pokemon he attempted to bring it into words at the front of his head. Amongst the various perverted images that simply forced their way to the front, he tried presenting it as a 'need' of sorts. His erection, his mood, the stimuli and hormones that made all this possible, were not necessarily an indication of his wish for a child.<br><br>The idea of making a child with a pokemon, a human and pokemon hybrid was almost an impossibility. Not only biological, his upbringing simply introduced pokemon as lesser beings. Worthy only of serving their masters. It was hard to suppress these thoughts he noticed as he looked down at Umbre who was no doubt getting ready to act on her master's orders. That made him glad, and Serena would be sure to pick up that line.<br><br>Finally he found the right 'words' for what he was trying to explain and looked into Serena's eyes. <em>"I enjoy this greatly. It makes me happy, both the sensations and my pokemon's will to please me do."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pyro</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 21:29:25</strong>
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				Oh how she hated that bastard... There was already no forgiveness for what he had done. Nyx was proud, and stubborn, she had been from the moment she was born. Proud enough to reject her given name and take another. There was no way this human would break her so fast. Having been recalled into her ball was, thankfully, a reprive from what had happened previous. She was aching all over, and unwillingly aroused by his 'punishment.<br><br>But like hell it would stop her, oh no, he'd have to *work* if he wanted anything from her. Her previous defiance had already show him that, and it wouldn't falter, oh no, she would *not* give in.<br><br>As it was, she could still feel the electricity running through her, even in the pseudo-energy state she was currently in. That was the thing about these balls, despite everything, there were still some things you could feel within. Apparently the forced arousal was one of them, despite all her hatred for him, she *had* been unwillingly stimulated. That bastard... this was all part of his plan, wasn't it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 21:49:08</strong>
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				Serena couldn't help but think that the perverted images would be rather painful to have happen to her, but when his explanation finally formed she was still unsure.<br><br>She began to look intently at the pair of them, curious if the things the trainer was doing to umbreon was the same as what he wanted to do to her, but this confused her more as the umbreon was a emotional block to her, and it was hard to tell from her cries if she was enjoying the attention or not previously.<br><br>Hesitantly she began communicating back asking if those perverted images he had initially was what he had in mind, she made sure to let him know that those would be painful if true and she wasn't sure if she would want to go through those because of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 23:43:35</strong>
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				Adrian was slowly getting used to speaking in his mind now. Though he was still wondering how much of what he thought was coming through to her. After all, he was perverted, and not all of that he wanted her to know. She seemed innocent enough though, taking only what he 'spoke' as truth. If that were true, then he couldn't waste it.<br><br>It had come to his attention, that he was getting quite caught up in this pokemon world. Just being around them seemed to have changed him, in such a short time. The new trainer couldn't withhold a smile as he imagined himself at the top. Though as he'd concluded before, that top would require some effort. Especially if he wanted to keep his Kirlia as innocent as she was now...<br><br><em>"Well..."</em> Adrian started, forming a new train of thought to answer his pokemon's question, <em>"Some of these things will be painful. Some of them will be pleasurable, and most will be a combination of both."</em> He took his time to bring mental examples to the front of his mind. A whipping, a tender loving hug, and the exciting rush of penetration. <br><br><em>"Though if the painful ones give your master pleasure, isn't that worth it?"</em> He didn't want to hear the answer to that question, because if it was negative he'd grow angry with her, ruining his plans. So instead, he opted for a quick, though intense diversion. <em>"Why don't you come closer, I can give you pleasure if you let me..."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 00:30:49</strong>
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				Serena put the more perverted images to the back of her mind discounting them as a falsehood her master wouldnt do that to her after all... He has been nice to her so far so it made sense he would stay that way.<br><br>What she heard next made her shrink away, she didn't like pain, of course she didn't nobody liked pain, because pain hurts, leaves scars and makes people sad...<br><br>As he asked her to come over, after giving her the images, she was hesistant, "Will it hurt?" she send mentally not wanting to be put in a position of sadness so early but she trusted her master would be gentle... So she moved slowly closer until she was in arms reach<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 01:28:46</strong>
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				Adrian didn't want Serena to see too much of Umbre's work, and realised that his dark type pokemon probably agreed on that notion. After all, it wasn't too long ago that she was caught, and now she was expected to do things like this.<br><br>The trainer wrapped his hand around the Kirlia's side, pulling her close. He was sitting with his legs wide, for obvious reasons, so could simply pull the small white and green pokemon to his side and against his upper leg. He was careful not to hurt her, she had placed her trust in him after all.<br><br><em>"No sweety, this won't hurt at all."</em> Adrian wanted her to like him, almost as much as he liked Nyx' hate for him. Serena was still pure, and he'd keep it like that. He would teach her the 'right' things, and he was starting now. With her so close to him she would be able to feel his warm, excited body. As much as he tried, he could not stop his hands from trembling every now and then as they held the Kirlia's thin frame. His eyes reached out to her's, hoping to catch and hold them as he begun.<br><br>Slowly gliding down from her shoulders to her skirt-like sides before going up again along her front. Her petite breasts were softer than he'd imagined and his thumb went straight for her nipple. Rubbing over it up and down, making sure to catch a large area of her breast and slowly turning the movement into a oval pattern. Gently squeezing the small breast between his forefinger and thumb, though not nearly hurting her. <br><br>He'd slide over to her other breast and repeat the process, though wanted to know exactly what she was thinking right now. Bringing words to the front of his mind again, <em>"This doesn't hurt right? Tell me if you like it."</em> smiling a little, he knew her answer. He just wanted her to say it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Feyona</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 01:21:07</strong>
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				As Adrian began to shift his attention towards Serena, Umbre began to zone out. Oh, she kept doing what she was doing, but it didn't bother her as much when he wasn't groping her at the same time, making her squirm and gasp in front of everyone.<br><br>She almost wished she was psychic herself. She had tilted her head to see what Adrian and Serena were doing out of the corner of her eye, but the first thing she noticed was that it wasn't going to accomplish anything. The pair weren't saying a word... clearly some sort of psychic communication, which was frustrating her. Umbre didn't like being left out of the loop, especially when it came to Adrian. The poor Kirlia seemed... innocent. She reminded her of Valeria, in fact... a Pokemon who deserved to roam free and experience these sensations with her own kind on her own time, not forced by Adrian.<br><br>Umbre sighed. She had more important things to worry about... namely, Adrian's question, but an answer to it was escaping her. She just hoped he would let it stew in her head for a while before forcing a decision out of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 00:19:32</strong>
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				Serena squirmed as Adrian's hands and eye traced down her frame, she was embarrassed because she had never been so close to a human before, let alone one that seemed to have a interest in her body.<br><br>As his hands rested on her developing breasts she couldn't help but feel a enjoyable sensation emanate from them, but when he started moving his fingers she felt a light soreness from them due to being particularly tender.<br><br>Unable to use her psychic ability in her current state, she attempted to speak naturally, "T...enn... tender..." She managed but was unable to wrap her tongue around anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 01:02:43</strong>
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				Watching his little Kirlia squirm was exciting. She wasn't just tender, as she barely managed to inform him, she was also as soft as silk. Adrian rubbed her a few strokes more after her words, though slowing down as he did so. His psychic pokemon seemed to be a little overwhelmed by this physical attention. But then again, compared to her alabaster skin, his fingers were rough and strong. Perhaps she needed something a little different...<br><br>Smiling the trainer waited for her to recover from the intensity, something that wouldn't take too long. He wanted his Kirlia to learn at least something about 'pleasure' and while he'd considered switching from his rough fingers to his more delicate tongue, this trainer finally decided on something else. <br><br>Making sure that Serena was comfortable in her position, either by rearranging his legs or allowing her a little more space, Adrian was ready to try this new approach. Sending out a mental order just for his Kirlia.<br><br>"Can you hear me Serena? If you can, I want you to try and touch my head with your hand and 'feel' with me. Just go along with the ride."<br><br>Now that that was done, Adrian looked down at his Umbre again and smiled. His voice deep, the built up excitement had made him greedy for an orgasm. One that his Umbreon would have to deliver, and that Serena would try to 'experience' with him. <br><br>"You've been doing fine so far Umbre," Adrian took the time to extend his right hand to stroke the dark pokemon's ear in the short pause between sentences. "though its time for you to finish it now. I want to feel your best work. Make me proud." That last came in an odd mixture of tones, making it unclear how serious the comment was. Though in any case he was leaning back and waiting for her to get down to business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Cruel Passions of a Trainer's Mind</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 22:05:17</strong>
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				<br><hr><div align="center">--- Discontinued ---</div><hr><br><div align="center">Unfortunately discontinued, though searching through the bondage exotic solos you can find other Passions of a trainer's mind threads that detail the exploits of Adrian Fowl and the people and pokemon he encounters throughout his life.</div>
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