The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]
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				Title: <strong>The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 21:20:32</strong>
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				This morning marked the end of the fourth day without a capture for Adrian Fowl, a fact that was weighing heavily on him. In the past he'd had little effort venturing out in the wild and finding promising pokemon. Even if not all of those made it into good fighters in the end, capturing had always been successful. The creeping doubts in the back of his mind were growing stronger and in an effort to silence them he decided that it was time to put his sights lower. <br><br>A busy trainer's route was just beyond one of Kanto's many tollbooths, and though he had a lifelong pass throughout most of the civilised regions it was always a hassle getting through them. At least he didn't have to wait in line like the poorer people, something he'd never bothered to take into account.<br><br>There were trainers a plenty around here, most of them young and inexperienced. Pokemon were in abundance too, most of them trying to snatch food and get away before one of the eager trainer's could spot them in the grass. That too was something Adrian wouldn't have to worry about. One of his many technological aids told him exactly where to look. Heat and seismic readings pinpointing pokemon locations. Most of them were Rattatas, something he would be seen capturing. It didn't take long for him to find an abnormal seismic reading though. Not footsteps, but something else. Something, sliding across the ground between the tall grass? He'd have to take a closer look. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - ...]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 23:50:47</strong>
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				As the man made his way through the high grass he would come to a clearing where he would find what would be a rare sight for a beginner, an Ekans. Ekans were quite rare in this area; mostly because when they are young they are easily picked off and eaten by various bird pokemon, so most of the Ekans population had moved somewhere else with some particularly stubborn ones that stayed behind. For what reason, no one knows, but they do know if you find a full grown Ekans in this area it was either very lucky or very tough. Even to someone with very rare pokemon such as this trainer, a strong basic pokemon did have some appeal. <br><br>The Ekans had a long tail like lower half that came up into a more human shaped upper half, It had a what was obviously an ass, which he could tell as he approached from behind. There were scales on the for arms and hands, the face was quite human except for slit like pupils, fangs, a snake like tongue. She had what looked like hair that had been spiked back with gel or something, but they were scales that would grow into her hood once she evolved into a Arboc. Other than that he flesh was quite human like. She was looming over a helpless ratata who was twitching on the ground; obviously paralyzed with poison. Looks like she was about to partake in lunch.&nbsp; Her body was strong, being of the special breed of Ecans that could survive here till maturity, there was definite tone to her muscles, and a slightly voluptuous figure to her body as well. All and all she was quite the specimen <br><br>But her tongue caught a new taste in the air and she felt someone stepping closer. She hissed and turned around to face the approaching human. Raising up and glaring angrily at the man who interrupted her meal. Baring her snake like fangs she coiled up ready to strike if the man dare make another move closer to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 00:22:27</strong>
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				Adrian stopped in his tracks as the pokemon suddenly turned round to face him. He'd been tracking her movements up to this point but the device wasn't as accurate as he had hoped. He stood his ground though, knowing that the animal instincts of pokemon were based on survival. She had no idea what he was capable of, only that he was a human, above the food chain. If he stepped back, she would know she was the stronger and could attack. If he stepped forward, she would feel threatened and attack as well. So he stood still, gauging her reactions, forcing her into a standstill.<br><br>"Feisty..." He muttered under his breath, she wouldn't know what he meant anyway. Not unless she'd spent most of her life in the presence of humans, her actions betrayed that that wasn't the case. Adrian had never caught a serpent before, a creature type he found rather interesting. Their lower bodies were alien to a human being, exotic, alluring... He had no time to dwell on that, this was a moment of a hunter and his prey. The two of them would work out who was which right now. <br><br>Adrian's hand shot to his belt with practised speed, and before the Ekans knew it there was a pokeball flying towards her as fast as the human could throw it. He wasn't expecting to catch her in one go, but the time she would spend being absorbed and released from the sphere could be put to good use. If he managed to hit her that was. Needless to say he had to work on his backup plan, bringing out one of the pokemon he had caught before. An Espeon, her psychic attacks would work perfectly against the Ekans. He was already shouting commands, the Espeon dutifully following them, making itself ready for a psychic blast of energy. Adrian wondered if the Ekans would put up a fight in the light of such opposition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 03:23:56</strong>
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				As soon as the man moved she started her lung forward, her fangs bared for a bite and her claws ready to strike as well; her lung was a powerful three pronged attack, Her claws were just as poisonous as her fangs. All it would take one to peirce her target to get enough poison in to slow her foe’s down and making it much easier to finish them off. But due to her mindless reactionary attack didn’t for see what he was up to. The pokeball met its mark, in a flash of light she was absorbed. The pokeball fell to the ground and began to twitch about as she struggled to free herself. <br><br>After a few moments she erupted free of the ball, taking a second to get bearings straight she looked to see the man now had a pokemon by his side. She hissed once more and quickly coiled up. She had fought with other trainers before, but most of them were hardly stronger than the wild pokemon around here, she had never faced a real challenge before so she showed little fear in the face of the man and his pet. <br><br>Quickly she coiled up once more and lunged forward at the pokemon he had brought out, only to be hit by the psy blast it had readied. She was flung back and landed on the ground with a thud. That had caught her way off guard. She slowly rose up, rubbing her now aching head, she looked that the pokemon with great anger, Soon here eyes began to glow in a Glare attack, a mildly phychic attack to render foes paralyzed for a short amount of time. She seemed to hope on slowing the foe down, if she could get close enough to wrap her foe it would be game over for them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 12:30:34</strong>
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				Clearly the Ekans had no experience dealing with an Espeon before, let alone a trained one. The glare struck through, regardless of the Espeon's efforts to evade the serpent's stare. Though her synchronise ability would give the poison-type pokemon a good surprise. As soon as the Espeon became paralysed because of the glare the Ekans felt the same symptoms. <br><br>Moving became a great effort, and twitching muscles made any precise movement even harder. The Espeon knew what to do in this situation, she stood firm, readying her powerful mind to do what her body could not. Lashing out with her psychic power again while her trainer hurried to her side.<br><br>He took out a strange device and sprayed a light mist over the psychic-type which almost instantly removed the tension of being paralysed. She would be good to move in a few seconds, whereas the Ekans was still suffering from the paralysation of her own attack. Adrian was getting ready to capture her, an ultra ball in his hand ready to throw when the snake landed. This battle was one sided, but not because of a lack of effort on the poison-type's side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 01:35:34</strong>
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				The snake was Ekans was shocked and very confused when she found she suddenly couldn't move after the glare hit it's target. She fought with all she had to move but the should hardly twitch. She watched helplessly as the trainer ran to his pokemons side and demonstrated one of my the many advantages that Trained pokemon had over wild ones, besides the extra fight experience and advanced strategies, there was also the medical attention the could get in mid battle. <br><br>The Ekans continued to struggle, taking in deep breaths, but unable to move well or consistently. Her eyes focused in her rage at the pair before her. Being the top predator in the area, her bride was on the line, as well as her freedom. Her mouth was open, Acidic poison now dripping from her fangs. She was attempting to use Acid, She rarely used the move because she normally ate what she killed and Acid can ruin the meat. <br><br>But with her body paralyzed, it seemed she could only bring up the acidic poison but not spit it at her foes. Unless she could regain movement soon, this battle was lost.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 13:30:45</strong>
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				The paralysed Ekans was unlikely to win the battle in this state, especially now that the Espeon was in full control of her body again. The serpent would feel the power of her mind a split second after the Espeon's eyes glowed blue. A strong invisible force seemed to grab the snake pokemon all around her body, lifting her several feet up into the air before sending her down to the earth at even greater speed. The full force of the psychic blow came even harder against a poison type, she was unlikely to stand up after this, especially considering her paralysed state. <br><br>Adrian was already sure he'd caught her. A good pokemon for a starting pokemon area like this, but certainly not strong enough to stand up after getting a trained pokemon's type advantageous attack while she was in a paralysed state. He threw the ultraball at the half coiled pokemon just after it smacked down into the earth with a dull thud. The crimson flash would absorb her body just like the low grade pokeball had done before, but for her to break out of it in this state would be an almost impossible task.
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				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 00:05:15</strong>
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				Her eyes widdened as she felt her body lifted up by the force of the pokemons mind, her paralysed body struggling in the air as best she could but it was hopeless. She felt her body slung down against the ground like a ragedoll, she impact was head spinning, her body twitched with pain. Her body was alreayd aching, she never been hit so hard in her life. Though the good thing was that she wasn't broken by the challange to her streangth, she was inraged, wanting to prove her power once more. <br><br>But for now the battle was lost, she couldn't move, hell she could hardly focuse on the man infront of her. The pokeball hit her as she just bearly held on to conciousness. The pokeball hit it's mark and she was absourbed. There was a moment of struggle, but it was no use. The battle had taken it's tole and the ball was to high quality. It soon settled, a blip&nbsp; and ding showing that the capture was a resonding success for the trainer.
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				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 00:19:08</strong>
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				Some of the new trainers in the area had been paying attention to the capture and congratulated the experienced trainer from a distance. It was a good catch, he mused to himself. An Ekans would be interesting to train, especially because of that exotic body. He could already imagine what it would look like fully toned and shaped for combat. A decent moveset and the correct items would make this poison type a force to be reckoned with, but that would all come later.<br><br>First, he took his time to move out. Going to a private area owned by his family, to avoid any hassle with the 'common people'. The trip was uneventful, his new pokemon and what he could do with her on his mind until he finally reached the penthouse apartment in Saffron city. A luxurious place, filled with everything a man or woman could need. He released the Ekans from its spherical confines in the middle of the room. Sofa's and carpet were the first things she'd see and notice. Second would most likely be the trainer sitting on it with his arms resting over the back and his legs crossed, with the Espeon of before standing next to him as a guard. He had made himself comfortable, of that there was no doubt, but he was also on his guard, the Espeon attested to that.<br><br>"Well Ekans, I assume by now you've realise that you've been caught. Is there anything I could call you other than Ekans?" He spoke with a casual tone, as if being caught was an everyday event. Though he eyed her carefully, if she had the nerve to attack her own trainer she'd regret it.
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				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 07:39:09</strong>
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				When the Ekans next awoke she was very disoriented, the paralysis had worn off. The last this she remembered was starting to lose consciousness due to that massive blow from that physic pokemon and its trainer. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, her tongue flicking out and tasting the air, it too was unfamiliar to her. Where were the high grasses, the smell of dirt and prey? The thought of her losing still hadn’t crossed her mind. Once again she flicked out her tongue and she caught a pair of flavors on the air that were familiar in her recent memory, She turned to the source; the trainer and the Espeon. The battle flooded back to her memory, and she remembered how it ended. With her being locked up in that damn ball. <br><br>She coiled up as he spoke, hissing a bit. If it weren’t for the Espeon from before she would have attacked already, but she knew that would only lead to disaster, she would size this situation up carefully before making any moves. The end of her tail slammed against the ground in a show of subtle aggression. “If you speak of a name, I have none. The local prey called me hunter, but I don’t think that counts…” She replied, her eyes glaring at the pair before he. <br><br>She didn’t like this, the turf was unfamiliar and the foe’s very strong, this situation seemed hopeless but it simple wasn’t in her nature to give up, she wasn’t going to roll over and play pet for this human so easily as other pokemon. She would have to find someway to turn this in her favor… <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 17:21:33</strong>
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				The Espeon moved closer to her trainer, sitting down on her knees right before him. She must have heard a mental command, for it was exactly what he wanted. His arm reached out to pet over her head, flattening her ears as someone might have done to a household cat in another world. A light blush forced its way onto her cheeks, but she showed no lack of concentration. She was his first line of defence, and she would keep it intact.<br><br>"No name, then I will just have to give you one." He was still casual, for him this was utterly normal. In his experience though pokemon reacted to the naming process all differently. Some would lash out and deny him, all temporarily of course. Others were grateful for something that set them apart from their species, something that made them unique in his service.<br><br>He took a good look at her, skipping no part as he followed the many sensual curves from the tip of her tail to her spiky hair. He smiled as he went back down to her eyes though, apparently he had found something.<br><br>"I'll give you a choice, either Nagai, or Lamia. Both have a meaning that fits a creature like you, but that is of no concern. You'll have to live with it though, so be a good girl and tell your Master which one you like best." He eyed her as he said the last part of his sentence, the hardest part for new pokemon was to accept the way he trained them. Not as friends, but as servants. As it should be. 
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				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 15:40:03</strong>
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				The Ekans chose to ignore the man as he began to speak, and spent her time studding the new place she found herself in, taking in the surroundings of the foreign home. Her tongue flicking out ever now and then, the whole house tasted of that man and other pokemon. He must have quite a few she thought, and that bothered her; if they were all as loyal ( and though she didn’t want to admit to thinking this as strong ) as the Espeon, the she would be might be in more trouble than she originally thought. She was snapped from her observations by&nbsp; the end of the trainers sentences. Master? He her master? She could deal with being talked down to but to come right out and say it just was to much.<br><br>With anoughter loud crack of her tail, rouse high so much like an angry&nbsp; cobra glaring in intense rage down at the human. “MASTER? TO HELL WITH THAT!” she hissed “If it weren’t for you blindly, dumb pets you wouldn’t have the ability capture what I eat for a snack much less me!” she lowered her self down into a coil, ready to fight again, but not yet striking. “If you were alone I would have been spiting our your bones already.” <br><br>God she wanted to pounce, so strike like lighting and fill this man with enough poison to kill a fully grown Snorelax. But that damned Espeon was sitting at the ready, just waiting for her to make a move and she hated to admit it there really wasn’t much she could do against that psychic bitch standing before him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 15:58:58</strong>
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				"HAH!" Adrian barked out a laugh at her response, his tone torn between angered and amused. Looking back down at the Ekans his face mirrored those feelings, both a grin and tiny twitches showing that he wasn't quite sure what to feel yet. Vigorously tapping one of the buttons on his belt, he sent out another pokemon. An Umbreon, matching almost perfectly in size and figure to the Espeon, althought the first was more muscled than the other. <br><br>"This one I caught without the help of any pokemon. Just me and my human intellect. Stalking her until I got close enough to take her down." The Umbreon found herself somewhat surprised at being released, though took a stance mirroring her Espeon sister. "She was stronger than you before I even started to train her. And you'd better get used to calling me Master, because I WILL make sure that you suffer for any disloyal behaviour that you show, or think!"<br><br>His eyes went over to the Espeon, who would indeed have the power to inform her Master whenever the Ekans had disloyal thoughts. "Now, because I'm a merciful Master, I will give you one more chance to do it right. Show me the proper amount of respect and you won't be punished." He grinned, knowing that this would send the Ekans into a struggle. Depending on her will, it would either be a short one or a long one, but she would at least realise that getting punished for not using the proper term could end up in a lot of suffering for her. Would her pride be worth it? Adrian certainly hoped so, it was no fun at all dealing with pokemon that gave up without a fight. Not that it looked like this one would, no, this one seemed to hold many promising hours of justified torment. <br><br>The Espeon shivered slightly as she instinctively read what went to her Master's mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 16:29:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;The Ekans couldn’t help but smile at the human’s reaction. Good, she thought, I got under his skin. She had made him mad, Oh there was still a smile on his face, but he was mad with the defiant common pokemon calling out his ego into play. She knew that look, it was the look she had seen on countless creatures that were supposed to be her predators, animals that were supposed to make her run in fear, they didn’t expect the fight they got from her. She loved that look, the look of ‘Don’t you know that rules? Your supposed to fear me? Right now this human had exactly that look on his face. <br><br>She flinched slightly as he pulled out another pokeball, at first figuring that she was going to be put back into hers. She coiled tighter as if defending her body with the more resilient scales of her tail as the new opponent came out, though it seemed that it was not out to fight rather to prove the human’s point. Though she would never admit it a shiver ran down her spine at his threat, for some reason, she believes him. If he got the chance he would make life hell for her. Call it instinct, but she just knew this guy was bad news for her. <br><br>She made a scoffing noise the human spoke of intellect. She had long since noticed a gun mounted on the wall. Gesturing at it she nearly laughed “Intellect, right. I’m sure the boom stick came in handy.” She hissed “You humans have to use your tools for battle, we don’t need such things to cover our weaknesses. How can I respect something so weak? Once again, had you been out on your own…” she bore out her fangs “You would be food.” With that, she lunged, not at either of the pokemon but at the man himself. If she could just beat his pokemon...All it would take is two seconds of her fangs piercing his flesh and that would be it.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 17:19:33</strong>
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				Adrian was about to reply to the Ekans, but before he got the chance he saw the pokemon lunge at him. Espeon knew this was coming, she'd been reading the subtle patterns of the future, preparing herself for what might happen. She reacted nigh instantly, suspending the Ekans halfway towards her target before smashing her into the ceiling and back down onto the floor. Her Umbreon sister stood ready to support and defend her trainer in any way.<br><br>The trainer stood up, and walked towards the Ekans still pushed to the ground by the psychic force of the Espeon. Kneeling besides her head he made a mocking sigh, "And here I thought you might have known better than to attack your Master. No worries though, a promise is a promise. I'll see to it that you're punished accordingly. Who knows, you may end up enjoying it." He laughed loud and hard. A nasty laugh that showed he knew exactly what he was going to do to her and would enjoy it immensely. <br><br>The Ekans could struggle all she want, but with the serious type and level disadvantage there was no way she'd squirm out of the psychic grasp before her trainer casually pulled out her black and gold ultra ball and pressed it against her face, absorbing her entire body. After a short and hazy period inside the pokeball, the next she'd sense would be lying on a cold metal table. Leather straps holding the entire length of her serpentine body firmly down. Her hands above her head, and even a belt around her neck. The surroundings had changed, no, she'd been taken to another location. It couldn't have been too long, must have been somewhere in the same building. <br><br>Both of the pokemon were still around, she couldn't see them but their smell was in the air. Her Master though, was just close enough for her to look at him. He was standing besides her, scanning her naked form before looking at her face with a wicked grin. "Well, care to beg me to lessen your punishment?" His smile widened, of course she wouldn't. He could take all the time he wanted with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 17:59:15</strong>
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				The Ekans struggled&nbsp; under the powerful force holding her down, her claws digging into the floor. A single strike, was that to much to ask for? She tried will all her might of her powerful body to lift herself up, but force was to much. She could hardly budge without being shoved back to the ground. Her body throbbing in pain, the sudden slam up and down had taken her by surprise.&nbsp; Her glare was now more at the pokemon than the human. Damn those loyal fools she thought to herself, they ruined everything.<br><br>As he pulled out her pokeball and brought it close to her, she struggled all the harder against the force, he was so damn close. A bite, a scratch, anything! She wanted him to feel pain!&nbsp; Just before the pokeball absorbed her she hissed out in reply “I have no master.” A flash of light, and she was whisked away into the sphere prison.<br><br>She awoke in yet another unfamiliar area. The scents and tastes on the air told her that though in a new location she was in the same company. The human came to view and once again she attempted to lash out, but she found herself rather stuck in place. She couldn’t even move her hands. She glared at the man, but there was an underlying fear in her belly, something was telling her this wasn’t good, and that she had never dealt with anything like this man before. <br><br>The way he looked at her made her flesh crawl, such a dark gaze over her body. It made even this fierce creature uncomfortable. The idea of being at the mercy of a man with eyes like that simple didn’t bold well for her, she could feel it in her bones.&nbsp; Though the fire of her rage began to burn out the worry as he spoke. In reply to spat, hoping to hit his face but still recovering from attack from before her aim was and it sailed past his face and landed on the ground behind him, he would hear an acidic sizzling sound and she hissed “Damn, here I was hoping to leave a scar.” She knew that would have been her only shot, the Espeon would be on guard now against such actions.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 00:25:06</strong>
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				The acid had a strange effect on Adrian. Not physically as it clearly missed him, but on his general mood. Somehow the sizzling sound and the reeking fumes set off something inside him that he hadn't expected. It wasn't the emotional effect of the scarring that got to him, it didn't even register before he felt this way, but something inside him made him want to hurt her so much more. Without reason.<br><br>He took the time to take a deep breath, and when he spoke his voice was noticeably deeper than usual. The look in his eyes spoke of the cruelty he was capable of, the cruelty she would soon have to endure. "I was planning to go a easy on you, since this is your first time. Even if it looks like it'll be the first of many. Though what you just did made me wonder why I'd ever consider granting you mercy. You're nothing but a disobedient pokemon, and I'll treat you the only way that is proper."<br><br>The trainer had taken something from a conveniently placed trolley and pulled it over his hand. A human would recognise it as a glove, covered in what looked like sandpaper. It was quite akin to that, specially made to simulate the 'ground' element of pokemon by taking the correct minerals and adjusting the texture. The result was something that this Ekans would be sure to remember for quite some time. She couldn't see clearly what he was doing close to her pelvis. The band around her neck would not allow her head to bend that far. But she would feel it soon enough. <br><br>With the sandpaper glove on his hands he pinched her clitoris between arc of his curled forefinger and thumb. Taking advantage of the Ekans' type weakness to earth he pulled upwards. The wicked smile on his face widened as he released just enough tension for her clit to slide past the rough edges back down. He had no interest of turning it into a bloody pulp, but seeing it pink and raw would be quite helpful getting his member hard. <br><br>"Hand me the next glove Umbreon, I'm going to see how well this Ekans has preserved the insides of her body..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winds Of Lust</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 16:19:06</strong>
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				The Ekans flinched a bit at his sudden and drastic change of the air about the man. He seemed quite different that what she had sense from him before. There was a madness about him she sensed, maybe do to her years of experience as a predator, but she was getting a feeling that she hadn’t felt since she was just a hatchling. Fear, pure fear of the man that was before her, as well as helplessness. She realized now that she felt fear just how helpless she was, helpless to move, run, or fight. She kept a strong front on, but she could just sense the change inside the man, turning him into a monster. She had let something out with her acts of defiance and that made even this mighty predator worry.<br><br>She glared back at him, making eye contact. It was one of the natural weapons of any snake like predator. The ability to stare down what was before you, it was something any snake was supposed to do when faced with prey or hunter, a skill that could scare one into a paralyzed fear or make the other realize the possible meal wasn’t wroth the fight it would take to get. She stared at this man with all her might, but as he spoke, his eyes grew cold and unyielding, and her eyes flickered with fear behind her fearsome outmost defense. <br><br>He saw him grab the odd looking glove, for a moment she was more confused that afraid. She was unsure how that going to be part of her punishment. He then disappeared out of her line of sight, she could feel him moving around her nether regions and that made her both nervous and embarrassed. Suddenly she felt him make his first move. She shirked out in shock and pain like she never felt before. It nearly burned from the type effectiveness alone, more so given the roughness with which he pinched and pulled what was the most sensitive part of her body. She struggled violently against her bound at first but that only made it rougher on her and she quickly stood as still as possible, but her body couldn’t help but twitch and struggle as he began to pull more and more, she yelped as she was aloud to slip free. <br><br>She was breathless already, 10 second in and she was completely breathless. And she knew this was only the start. She flinched at what he said next, about seeing to her insides, she knew what he meant instantly. “No…No…no…” she said breathlessly, was she begging or commanding, she wasn’t even sure herself at the moment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [M. Crowloft - Winds of Lust]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 17:19:35</strong>
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				"No?" Adrian asked mockingly. He had already placed his fingers on the outer edges of her nether lips, the rough fingertips no doubt causing discomfort. Though he looked up over her body to her face, he had a look in his eyes that said he was enjoying this. No fear at all about any retaliation from the pokemon. She was his, not the other way around.<br><br>"You have no say. Not any more, now that you're my pokemon." He repositioned himself to resume what he was doing. The tips of his fingers, both rough from the gloves he wore, hooked into her pussy. Slowly but steadily pulling apart to reveal her insides. He was no doubt enjoying this, and his pokemon seemed to be used to this kind of behaviour. Neither of them showing any signs of disapproval, only a mild blush on the Umbreon from old memories to something similar.<br><br>"Now, Ekans, you will answer my questions quickly and thruthfully. I have no interest in pokemon who can not be honest with their trainer, and if need be I'll force it out of you. So to start off; how old are you, and are you still a virgin?" <br><br>He wasn't about to stop his inspection just to give her time to answer. His left thumb pushed outwards to her left labia, keeping her vagina open with one hand, giving the other the freedom to lightly brush a finger around her insides to explore. She'd have to answer quickly though, if she wanted to avoid him pressing his right thumb down onto her clitoris, and start 'rubbing' it.
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