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POSTED ON Sept 26, 2020 3:30:25 GMT

it had all inevitably accumulated into what could be perceived as the ideal one night stand scenario. a mutual attraction with just the right amount of flirting followed by the eventual physical encounter. and despite her hopes, she had expected him to be gone the following morning during their brief stay in mauville. both he and she had gotten what they wanted; the interaction only slightly soured at its conclusion.

but he had stayed, had secured her contact, had wanted to see her again; and she had gobbled up the attention like a creature that had been starved of affection. they had mostly communicated through text, the girl eager to learn about him - genuinely curious about the man and his quirks. a sizeable chunk of time passed before they properly met again, allowing her to get back into the groove of a conventional relationship.

cait had invited him to her home, granting him the exact coordinates to her cabin in the woods. she had made sure the space was thoroughly cleaned and cleaned up, the area around her cabin neatly trimmed into a near-perfect circle. the girl wanted to make a solid first-impression on the man, excited to introduce him to both her home and the pokemon which occupied the acres surrounding it.

"do i look alright? just the right amount of plain?"

she didn't want to look like she was tryiing too hard, deciding on her usual attire of denim trousers, t-shirt and scuffed sneakers. an outfit that would allow her to comfortably lead him around her large property.

'he should be here any moment. i told him to knock - or just open the door. whatever works.'

her pokemon were still making the final touches to the cabin, her gardevoir ensuring everything was as it should be. sénon would find that the pokemon that occupied the airspace and ground of her property would leave him be, merely eyeing him from the distance at the most before continuing on their way.

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POSTED ON Sept 26, 2020 4:08:46 GMT

He knocked on the door firm but reserved, enough that she would hear him, or feel the subtle vibration of his fist on the wood, but not enough for her to be startled.

How long had it been since they were face to face? It felt like forever and that was usually a good sign.

In their first meeting together they scratched a lot of other 'firsts' of their list.

It meant something to him that she opened up so quickly. From his perspective it said more about him than it did about her. He kept her close and even in his sleep, he dreamed of not letting go. Her sounds, smells, shapes, tastes. He burned them all into his memory; treasures he would take to his grave.

He tried not to think about that first night, not to let base passions color whatever it was they were doing, whatever it was they were building up to.

As soon as humanly possible he would relent to his baser instincts and take her down to that base if she didn't stop him. However these slower, more innocent moments in-between. With his libido satisfied the chaste moments meant just as much.

He enjoyed the aesthetic of a cabin in the wood, horror tropes aside it fit her and of all the cities in Hoenn, Lavaridge felt the most like home but Fortree felt the most like it could become home. When she opened the door he kissed her like it was their first time again breaking away after a second to let his forehead rest against hers. "Thank you for having me over." He spoke lowly, happy to see her again.

One by one his current team trotted in after him, aside from the Ditto, one among them would be very familiar to her.

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POSTED ON Sept 26, 2020 6:42:40 GMT

"mmm," she hummed.

she responded to his affection with her own, allowing their foreheads to rest upon one another's. it was a quiet and tender moment that she relished, cait's eyes falling shut as she breathed him in. she'd reach to run her fingers the crimson strands of his ponytail, utterly infatuated with his beautifully maintained mane.

"you all settle wherever you like," she invited, greeting his companions warmly.

expectantly, the woman's gaze lingered upon the flareon she had gifted him. it had formerly been one of the flareon triplets that wandered her many acres of land, but she had decided to offer her newfound beau one of the females. it proved successful in helping her further woo the man, the fire-type well-trained and obedient.

her three gardevoirs had lined up in a neat row after they had put away their cleaning utensils, bowing politely in greeting. they'd all spontaneously disperse shortly afterwards, seemingly blinking out of existence as they utilized a teleport.

"how was your trip?"

she'd reach for his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

"you didn't have a hard time finding the place, i hope?"

cait led him to the nearest couch, taking a seat and encouraging him to do the same.

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POSTED ON Sept 26, 2020 23:34:34 GMT

His team all spread out but only a bit greeting her warmth with their own. Flareon particularly happy to see her again. He avoided drawing attention to it but it fed his ego the way she reacted to his hair. Impulses were curbed and ideas were stuffed to the back on mind, he was supposed to be on his best behavior.

Gracious she was as a host she took his hand into hers, squeezing it slightly as she lead him to the couch to sit where she sat. The feint green of her curls made him want to do some playing of his own but he kept his hands to himself. It was hard to keep it above the belt, he hadn't seen her in what? Weeks? font size="3" face="impact" color="dc143c"]"You look uhhhh... He ran his tongue over his teeth with a closed mouth as he searched for the right words to articulate his attraction.

His gaze lingered on her for something but he kept his thoughts to himself, one of his own hopping in his lap. The baby bulbsaur his newest acquisition; its capture had been a little rough on it so he'd had to work a bit harder to make it feel comfortable as part of the team. It buried its shy face into his lap to hide from Cait. Sénon gently scratching its hind leg with his thumb as his hand rested on its back. "-bewitching."

"Finding the place wasn't a problem at all." He loved Fortree and would have stumbled across her place eventually just being sky-bound as often as he was. "Someone pointed me in the right direction and I walked until I found the place."

As much as her rapidash had been her guard on the hills that day, Jūken had spent his entire short life as a trained pokémon as Sénon's little bodyguard. Sitting on the arm of the couch the riolu watched the pair quietly but watched them close, still confused on the nature of this new person and his master's relationship.

"The runts needed the exercise." He added, gently pressing his hand to the forehead and scalp of Jakka. He then called the charmander back to its pokéball along with the pidgey and Gan. Warmly, Flareon settled on the floor at his feet, seemingly to nap. "So." He wet his drying lips with his tongue. "Second date." The statement came with an aloof grin and quiet implications but he would let Cait decide what those implications were.

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POSTED ON Sept 27, 2020 10:02:33 GMT

"ah! yes, the second date."

she nodded agreeably, reminded of their previous encounter. the freshly established couple's very first night had been beyond pleasant, light souvenir shopping and sight-seeing followed by a delectable dinner and a lavish hotel. it had left the former gym leader in a good mood the following days, the lack of headaches cheering her in addition.

"i wanted to show you around my land - i also wanted you to meet my pokemon."

cait dipped her head, directly addressing the delightful little grass-type.

"those markings," she murmured, eyes immediately sparking in recognition. "ah! a little male."

noting his bashfulness, she'd refrain from reaching out and petting the bulbasaur. he'd likely come to her in time, once he was more familiar with her continued presence.

"i have plans on feeding you before you go. and you're very welcome to stay overnight, if you fancy. did you pack a change of clothes?"

it'd be a pity if he couldn't stay, but she'd understand.

"... have you been busy? with the war?"

the inquiry had come after a brief pause, her gaze flicking away as a hint of worry tugged at her freckled face. cait couldn't stamp down the urge to simply ignore it, fearing that the eruption of violence would sweep them away.

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POSTED ON Sept 27, 2020 11:03:48 GMT

Leaning back on her couch he settled in making a groove, stretching his arms across the couch's back. Listening to her though not looking, he took in the sound of her voice, still getting used to it.

When 'babysaur' burrowed into his lap he draw in Cait like an expensive lure. "You like him huh?" He figured she would. "Go ahead." He stared at the wooden ceiling, knowing she really wanted to. "Pick him up. He's not fussy."

"If they're hazardous I send them to their rooms." He explained why three were returned to their pokéballs, and three weren't. "Jakka's name means 'young flame' and its an apt naming. He's not the best at remembering that his tail is on fire." Reaching down his fingers dug into Flareon's fur scratching at her shoulder and chest as she moved around his hand so he could reach the places she wanted him to scratch. "Pidgey is recently hatched and needs a lot of close attention and watching or she'll cause trouble. Gan just needed a nap."

She wanted to cook for him, that would be interesting. For now, he would slyly indulge in whatever cooking she wanted to do for him. He knew full well the kitchen dynamic would change when she learned he was a professional. He kept that resume factoid close to the chest, his ability work magic in kitchen was his best 'get out of jail free' card.

There was no nose and stomach in the world that could resist his pancakes.

"I'd love to walk the grounds with you, see your pokémon." He skipped over any allusions or promises to stay the night; best to keep the tension of their liaisons palpable. "-see what retirement yields at twenty."

Talks of the war made a frown settle over him and he willed it away just as soon it was conjured. "Not a good idea to be swearing promises of forever and forming uh, 'physical dependencies' on someone when the world is being targeted."

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POSTED ON Sept 27, 2020 12:35:36 GMT

she sucked in a little breath, failing to immediately comment on his perspective as she tentatively picked up the bulbasaur. her touch was gentle and warm, her finely manicured nails gently scratching the creature betwixt his ears.

"all we can do is try to keep each other safe."

but his words held a painful truthe - she was ultimately uncertain how much time either of them had. they could possibly die in this conflict; any semblance of a future spent together thrown to the wind.

'it's entirely up to arceus, i suppose.'

but hadn't she been blessed with her lord's power? surely she held the potential to protect the ones whom she cherished. cait thought of the people that she sought to keep safe, sénon having very quickly joined their ranks. but perhaps this was only due to his potential to be so much more - to give her what she desperately wanted.

"we'll just have to try our best to stay alive."

there was an almost overwhelming warmth contained within her gaze, her verdant eyes seeking his own - seeking to draw him in.

"c'mon, then," she invited, returning his bulbasaur.

she'd stand, suddenly eager to showcase her home.

"i think it's time for that tour i promised you."

cait would lead him out into the front yard of her cabin, the area seemingly devoid of pokemon. she'd soon tug at a braided string that was secured around her neck, revealing a wooden whistle at its end. with a sharp blow of the instrument, a stantler and a luxray would appear. both creatures were large enough to carry a human, each possessing a saddle.

"you're welcome to my luxray, if you need something to ride on. the terrain can get a bit rough, but he'll take care of you since he's familiar with its layout."

the young woman smoothly settled herself upon her normal-type, tugging gingerly and experimentally at their reigns.

"it's a short ride," she assured.

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POSTED ON Sept 28, 2020 6:04:03 GMT

There was a quiet strength in the way, she acknowledged his point. In turn, she offered up the only counter-point worth making. You couldn't really put your entire life on hold because of what you might lose if you managed to gain it. It was almost enchanting the way she sometimes looked at him. If Sénon hadn't already believed and agreed with what she said, he would have.

It would do Bulbasaur some good to explore and stretch his legs, he needed to start building his confidence back up from his 'turbulent' capture experience.

Flareon would make for a great guide having known the grounds well as her home until very recently.

"Jū, keep an eye on them." It wasn't his preference but Jūken would accept his charge to escort his bipedal teammates and keep an eye out so as not to allow them to fall into any trouble. On top of being a budding fighter of high potential from which not even ghosts were above reproach; the Riolu was also a great peacemaker.

The one Sénon trusted with almost any task he himself could not be there to do in person.

The three ran off together with varying levels of glee; he'd have to thank Cait later for the space and opportunity for them to play and roam in safety without him.

The red-maned ranger hadn't seen a stantler in years. It had been one of his favorites outside his core team. One of many he released back into the wild before he left Kanto to study culinary arts. Seeing one again, he made a note to himself that he would look into finding another one.

Mounting the Luxray he settled into its saddle but didn't take its reins until he needed to; ready to explore the land and see what Cait spent her days cultivating.

What it was she was so proud of she made it a date to show it to him.

"I'm right behind you." He assured her about the short trip. "Enjoying the view." He assured her about herself.

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POSTED ON Sept 28, 2020 8:24:37 GMT

"mmm," she hummed, appearing satisfied by his subtle praise. "we can only hope."

both she and stantler took the lead, going at a steady trot upon the path that began nearest to her home. it was one that was becoming increasingly well-traveled, the ground regularly trodded upon by both human and pokemon alike. her ground-types had taken it upon themselves to render it's earth barren of vegetation, which ultimately left a thin strip for them to comfortably travel upon.

"when i lived in mauville i was sorely limited on space. i had to rotate my pokemon in and out of their capsules on a bi-weekly basis to make sure they could all comfortably fit in my gym."

they stepped deeper into her home - her territory.

"there were a handful of complications that came with allowing my pokemon to free roam, of course. there's over two-hundred of them, after all. and because only a few of the females here have their cycles strictly regulated, the population tends to grow."

they passed a stream, a few pokemon at its edge and drinking deeply or lounging nearby.

"you'll notice it's mostly herbivorous pokémon in this particular location. the more carnivorous or larger pokemon are stationed at the established borders in a... ring of sorts. think of it as a large circle, with prides and packs and swarms sectioned off in directional cardinals and intercardinals. this prevents a majority of wild pokemon from slipping in and causing havoc while also granting my own pokemon the opportunity to hunt without fear of harming - or arceus forbid - killing one of our own."

she reached into her pocket, producing a compass. after giving it a glance she'd turn her head to peer at her male counterpart.

"how about we make our way to where my cats are located? i'm sure you remember that litleo you gave me - we can check up on him."

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POSTED ON Sept 28, 2020 11:00:35 GMT

As the tour went on he took notice of how strategic everything seemed to be set up. Particularly her explanation of the boundaries in place to separate her grass-eaters from the meat-eaters from the wild ones that weren't hers at all.

Over two hundred was an impressive number and to hear mating was largely unregulated gave him finality to the thought that this place was its own ecosystem. He thanked the maker he hadn't let Gan run off with the others given its ability to breed with everything.

Given the context of their relationship it was only natural for the mention of breeding to cause someone as young and virile as himself to think in passing about who he might be making his own 'eggs' with, and when.

-and why wouldn't he?

Cait was proving in spades that she was just as big on nurturing the lives she was responsible for as he was, only she was far more established in doing it.

The way she provided a means for her own pokémon to live in peace and an established harmony of her own design actually made him a bit ashamed. He'd kept his pokémon stored away in the PC like old school projects in his youth. His own collective had reached just over one hundred before he eventually released them all back into the wild in batches all over Kanto.

With his new lot growing in number he did what he could to rotate the teams out so they all might grow and found occasions to let all out and play but it was nothing like this.

To hear she had over two hundred pokémon put the scope and scale of her land into perspective that could only be better fleshed out if he literally walked the entirety of the borders. This place wasn't just land, it was better stated to call it a compound. It wouldn't be hard for her to tell if she occasionally looked back to glance at his face, he was too taken aback to articulate.

His silence was the currency of his awe.

When Cait suggested a visit to where she kept her felines, his expression became more focused, taking the tour a bit more seriously now. "Show me."

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POSTED ON Sept 28, 2020 13:31:59 GMT

she did so happily, guiding their group easily toward where the felines made their home. their land was mostly free of trees, serving as a sizeable plain dotted with the occasional boulder or thin tree. the grass here was high, but the path held somewhat; though stantler and luxray had little issue navigating the stretch.

"each established group has its own leadership," she explained. "i leave the selection entirely on the shoulders of my pokemon. as long as there's no death involved, i don't particularly care how they decide who leads in my absence."

the pride of her territory appeared to be a mix of felines, with the occasional creature that could be considered anything but. but it appeared as though a male and female pyroar served as their king and queen - respectively - the pair situated in the center of the decently-sized group. sénon would perhaps notice his mount tensed momentarily before dipping his head in reluctant submission as cait guided them closer.

"there he is!"

the litleo was at the female pyroar's side, blinking his eyes open as he awoke from what appeared to be a nap. he had gained some much needed weight in the past few days, fed regularly by her orders.

"he's getting just the right amount of chubby. won't be long before he's at the proper size."

she dismounted and invited senon to do the same.

"everyone - this is sénon."

discreetly, she locked eyes with one of her three meowstic.

- remember him. important. everyone here is to know. -

the message was silently transferred and exchanged among the pride, the pyroar in her group shifting upon their large paws as they processed his importance after sharing a mildly bemused look.

their visit proved short as the felines moved to greet them warmly, with cait quickly remounting after making sure that the pokemon took in her beau's scent as well as his appearance.

"dragons next," she said, cheerfully.

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POSTED ON Sept 28, 2020 17:58:14 GMT

It would have been "cool" to have the little litleo join his teams; it had the look, the typing and the temperament to be one hell of an addition. Cool as it would have been to have, it was clearly better off here.

Still, there was something impersonal about having that many pokémon free to roam as they pleased on lands this expansive. The way they all just seemed fine without her. It reminded him of the difference between the intimate professor student relationship at a well maintained and accredited community college, and the almost non-existent one on one time or between professor and student at a massive university.

He washed his pokémon. He cooked the meals they ate himself. He talked with them or at least, at them. He practiced formations and how to respond to certain gestures he made. He tried to teach them typing understanding and little things about the world at large. He took a vested interest in their day to day development. With their numbers growing so fast he knew one day he wouldn't be able to spend such intimate time with each of them; not enough hours in the day for that.

What Cait had here was impressive no doubt, and there was no denying the pokémon seemed to thrive on their own but it was hard bit of foresight to know one day he wouldn't have the ability to be in enough places at once to properly tend to his pokémon as he could still just barely do now.

Dismounting the Luxray to approach the felines they gauged him with curiosity rather than apprehension. Clearly, despite the his assumptions at less time spent with her pokémon as they roamed free, they respected her and followed her body language. He wasn't regarded as outnumbered meat, but rather, as an extension of their own trainer. The gathered around him in a cone formation sniffing away.

Having his scent meant they wouldn't mistake him for someone else; a stranger or a random passer-by. It also meant they could find him if ordered to; a woman scorned and all that.

It didn't make him uneasy, but it didn't go unnoticed.

The female pyroar in particular seemed to go an extra step taking his scent up close from the pelvis. Maybe she liked his mane as much as her trainer did. "Watch the exeggcute." He jested to her and the others taking him in. "I'm down to my last two." He covered with his hands.

The litleo even attacked his shoelaces for a second, ready to play rough at a moments notice the way cubs often did.

At Cait's ready there were off to see the dragons next and given Dragons existed as an official type to the league in a way that "felines" did not, he was ever curious about what dragons she actually had.

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POSTED ON Sept 28, 2020 18:37:00 GMT

the next section that was occupied by her dragon-types and lizards appeared heavily wooded; the ground uneven and dry. they were greeted by several babes, whom boldly scampered around the hooves of her stantler and the paws of his luxray. a charmander, noibat, salandit and bagon hissed and growled playfully at one another as they made a game out of it.

they were eventually greeted by a male dragonite whom rested upon a large stone. female dragons of a wide range surrounded him, the composition of this group appearing to be akin to a harem.

- the mistress's guest, - one chimed, in their respective tongue.

- yes, yes. -

once again the process of taking him in was done, the male dragonite remaining unmoving and offering naught more than a dip of his head. the male charizard seemingly beneath him in rank also remained idle and visibly stoic, shifting only to flick a tail dismissively at his son - who sought to play.

"more ground to travel," she warned.

the swarm was next, followed by the pod and the pack. each individual group greeted him and her as a pair, their interactions ultimately friendly.

"and that's the last of them."

her water-types had begun to slip back into the river's length which fed a steady supply of water to her land as they took their leave. it had taken them a decent chunk of time to accomplish as much, cait appearing pleased that she had managed to do so within the time allotted.

'i hope he's not tired.'

"i'm sorry," she said, smiling apologetically at the red-head. "i just want to make sure no one bothers you whenever you pay me a visit. they're more likely to crowd you for attention now - instead of trying to bite your head off."

they made their way back toward her home, cait mulling over the plans that remained.

'a snack - conversation - a battle, if he's willing,' she listed internally.

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POSTED ON Sept 28, 2020 19:36:55 GMT

It was the dragons that seemed to stir the most stoic response from him. Particularly a Charizard and a Dragonite stirred memories of the past.

From his pokéball Sénon called Jakka, so that he might look upon the other dragons and see what he was capable of, what he might become. Having been hatched by Sénon himself, Jakka wasn't raised with other charizard, charmeleon, and charmander. In fact Jakka had been the only the thing close to dragon for sometime until Ranton had achieved her mighty evolution, but Gyarados were a different breed no matter what you compared them to.

It wasn't until the temperamental Salamence was captured along the Water Routes to the southeast that Jakka truly had another dragon to bond with. Salamence's personality left much to be desired but they were making progress still and if not for its unruly behavior, he'd have never met Cait to begin with.

With his arms crossed he watched the dragons lounge, knowing full well it was better they remained relaxed as any activity they showed would have to be quelled in battle. If Jakka's father was still alive and with him today he would have wanted to battle against her best reptile. With things as they were now however, it was enough to simply breathe it all in.

Every stop came with well behaved pokémon treating him like he was the 'belle of the ball'. The bugs, the grass, the normal and then the water-types. It was a lot to process but process he did noting her claim to a few of the species he sought to capture one day himself and the absence of quite a few that were a high priority to acquire.

It was impressive. She was impressive.

Though, he couldn't shake the feeling she was holding something back. She had been so forthcoming on that hilltop back in Mauville in their first minutes of knowing each other and it seemed with every instance of their interactions after that first night, she began to show him things carefully, strategically, rather than let it all hang out for better or worse. She'd become reserved sliding back the curtains little by little.

It was in bad taste to second-guess her motives when she was only trying to put her best foot forward.

So he silenced his suspicious nature as they headed back to her cabin. Keen to hold up his half of the conversation now that he'd taken the tour. Still on his best behavior

"How did you afford all this? Does the league pay its Gym Leaders that well?"

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she visibly brightened in her response to the inquiry, because so few people decided to actually peel back the layers and question the underlying logistics.

"on top of the bolstered pay during the war with rocket," she began, grinning widely. "i cultivated solid relations which the widely influential...."

cait eagerly went on to explain her willingness to save, the large quantity of funds and personal donations she received for the duration of her one-year spent as a gym leader.

"additionally, my 'staff' comes in the form of the psychic-types here. a simple message can be relayed like that if sent to the right pokemon."

she decided to omit that FERNANDO SILPH had served as her most generous donor, her current contract with the man allowing for cait to be funded and payed reguarily. without him the process wouldn't have went as smoothly as it had.

"as you can see - the pokemon are capable of managing themselves. i've done this for a good reason, of course. on top of it helping save me a ridiculous amount of money; if anything were to happen to me, i'd want to make sure they could manage without. so even without my intervention, they can all thrive and be - "

'happy. happy without her, if need be. they had families and cultivated bonds and learned to work together because she - '

stantler and luxray halted abruptly, causing the woman to blink in confusion as she shifted her gaze from sénon to her cabin. they had only just reached her home's front, everything appearing as it had been when they had left. only there was a small difference - that difference being that her god had presented themselves. they were situated at her cabin's as they blankly stared back, the celebi's gaze presently narrowed into dark slits as they remained frightfully still.

they was there - and then they suddenly weren't - vanishing abruptly after they had turned to stare at the male within her company for an almost unbearable amount of time.

"..."

cait became silent and released a quiet breath in her god's absence, removing herself from the saddle.

"i think a break is in order. don't you?"

she slipped the saddle off her stantler's back.