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POSTED ON Oct 13, 2020 14:41:25 GMT

Cruel.

Who would leave a love in such pain? Of course he didn't have the proverbial legs to stand on to even begin to say what was happening was love; it all still too raw and too fresh. They were absolutely fond of each other however and even if not in the bushes of love itself they were still lovers; twice made it official. Or was it three times that made it official?

For only a second he questioned his own abilities. What kind of rabbit said no to a hard carrot in the morning?

Probably a rabbit that was still full from the last carrot, one that didn't have his insatiable hunger, nor his waking urges of relief.

He would have liked it better if his desires were a scent she inhaled with vigor, if his requests were her law, but boundaries were important as well and far more healthy for the both of them than riding the waves of his ego.

Of course given he was in a bit of pain that she could alleviate better than he himself could, he closed his eyes to focus his mind on the grim and non-erotic. If she wasn't going to help him he had to help himself. He even had to ignore how he enjoyed her lingering digits in his lava-colored locks; if she touched him at all, he'd want her to touch all of him.

"I'm not mad, but I am about to 'silent treatment' you."

In his mind he imagined her heartless and merciless on her rose-barbed garden throne in the Mauville Gym, crushing the dream of children and adults alike who sought after her 'compost-badge' or whatever. Her eyes glowed a haunting green at her foes and she only accepted battle requests at dusk; when her pokémon were done soaking up power from the sun and were at their most blood-thirtsy. Mt. Pyre and the graves that amassed it were her very handiwork. She beat all challengers handily and then kicked them all in the crotch and then visited their hometowns and punched their moms in the ribs, like a lot.

He made her the villainous protagonist in the short film he directed in his mind and slowly, "Cait's best morning ever" slumped over and withered away like a deflated pool toy. To her it would seem he went back to sleep.

Even his phone's ringing with a unique sound; coins clattering from a slot machine paying out, only made him curl up tighter in his hiding from the world.

The sound was effectively a summons from his uncle. Meaning more likely than not, he'd be in Johto before the next sunrise; family business likely pertaining to the family's business.

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POSTED ON Oct 14, 2020 17:53:30 GMT

"mmm. i see. i'll accept my punishment, i suppose," she replied, her tone nonchalant.

cait emerged from the bathroom prepared for her visit in town, the look she wore remaining amused. she took in his covered form, a bit hopeful that he'd linger - but aware that he perhaps had business elsewhere. she hadn't really inquired about his schedule, merely relishing the time she had with him. she'd quietly depart, retrieving her bag filled with her personal identification and debit card on her way out.

"dragonite!"

she greeted the serious looking pokemon with a wave, lunging forward to embrace the creature whom reluctantly responded with a light squeeze. the recent incident of a month prior caused her pokemon to become more wary, resulting in the dragon himself escorting her from her home to fortree. she'd climb onto his haltered back, securing herself properly before he took flight.

- - -

it was a little over an hour before she made her return, her dragonite dropping her off with her bag bulging with the prescriptions and vitamins that had been requested a week prior. cait gave herself a stretch before reentering her home, happily removing her hefty pack as she did so.

it was becoming cloudy outside, the blue sky covered in blotches of gray.

'smells like rain too,' she thought. 'let's hope it's a light one.'

"sénon?"

she called out his name upon entrance, wondering if he was still there.

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2020 5:40:43 GMT

In all his self-afflicted frustrations he'd dozed off again for most of an hour. When he came to Cait was gone, and he was bothered.

Getting his bearings Jūken and Salamence were sent away into town, a task to be handled while he stayed behind.

With enough blood to not be distracted by morning cravings he replayed his exchange with his host and felt a bit embarrassed for shunning her even a little. Not a full heel-turn he still felt something from her refusal to be intimate. He simply couldn't place if that something was wrong and misplaced or foreshadowed some kind of sign he couldn't read yet.

The lack of morning congress after such a memorable night did take the piss out of him but he tried to write it off as himself being petty. He battled pokémon like a son of a bitch, he could cook his ass off and kick the ass off someone else, but his ability and confidence in relationship was far less developed.

Pulling his clothes from the dryer he put the sullied sheets in the wash, one less thing for her to have to worry about.

With the leftovers put away they'd ravaged each other to the bed room where Cait had dressed up special, just for him. Only hours ago the memory was still so fresh it brought a sly grin to his face. They'd left her sink occupied with forks and pans, spoons, a cutting board, bowls and glasses so Sénon made a fast flex.

Small skillet, a bowl and a spoon, a few tablespoons of vegetable oil, bread slices, a cut of butter and two eggs. A culinary ninja if such a thing existed; he went back and forth between cleaning dishes and cooking breakfast careful not to cross contaminate. As he washed he mused; he didn't get any morning loving but she'd missed out on the sight of a nude him doing laundry and the dishes while making breakfast.

If she ever wanted to lounge around her estate feel like an empress of old, she'd missed the chance to do so with a nice view.

When he finished he turned off the pilot, putting a lid on the skillet to retain heat while he set the washed dishes on a rack to dry. Lastly he'd jumped into the shower to wash off last night's hits and this morning's misses. Playing a bit of music while he scrubbed away he only barely heard Cait calling to him.

^{Kalosian Pancakes}

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POSTED ON Oct 18, 2020 0:30:02 GMT

the smell was marvelous upon entry, cait inhaling deeply as she made her way into the kitchen. she'd tentatively lifted the lid off the skillet, peering down at the delectable treat that resided within before immediately replacing it. despite the lack of response to her verbal inquiry, the muted sound of the shower and music informed her that he still remained a presence within her home.

she visibly cheered at that, satisfied he was becoming increasingly comfortable within her personal quarters. after fishing out a slim granola bar to curb the edge of her hunger, she'd retrieve her bag and dump its contents upon the table. cait promptly separated the vitamins from the medicines, intending to store them properly.

the subtle sound of the door opening and closing reached her ears, the girl lifting her gaze as she was greeted with the sight of braxien and raboot - two of the many pokemon whom occupied her territory. in their arms were eggs, each small and warm and full of life. the young woman grinned at the sight, kneeling before the pair.

"close to hatching?"

a nod and noises of affirmation followed the question, with cait claiming one egg and offering it a hasty examination. she could detect motion within, barely noticeable but still there.

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"very close," she breathed, delighted.

she returned the egg, excited and moving to prepare nutrient-rich formula. the two pokemon observed as she did this, eyes curious as she prepped two bottles filled with warm liquid.

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POSTED ON Oct 18, 2020 3:19:00 GMT

He stepped out of the shower changing while still wet. Mindful to not use a towel to dry as there wasn't much of a need to make another article of cloth for her to wash.

He came into the kitchen grabbing the skillet and plating the two slices of egged-bread. Fluffy and tender he served them to her with a few razor thin shavings of butter, maple syrup and of course a fork, knife and what juice he could find in the fridge.

He'd showered fast enough that the 'pancakes' were still warm. A recipe from Kalos which functioned as a quick fix for when you didn't have time to make proper pancakes. They came out pretty good but there was one thing that worried him about what he was serving her.

Just like the scarce meat in the fridge there was a chance she didn't consume eggs either and merely had them for guests or some other purpose. After laying out the spread that would serve as her breakfast he reached into the trash to pull out the egg shells and show them to her in an open palm (at an angle where her egg bearer pokémon couldn't see), the other hand pointing at her food.

Reigniting the pilot he poured what was left of the egg 'batter' into the skillet and scrambled it before quickly eating the eggs from the skillet like a cooking caveman then washing the batter-bowel, skillet and the rubber-scraper he used to stir. Putting away the dried dishes and setting those freshly washed down on the rack to dry. He moved quickly, leaving open spaces and clean surfaces in his wake.

Still parting no words from his lips he made of the door after hearing a knock, opening it to find Jūken, with a pokéball he quickly handed over.

Coming back into the kitchen walking around Cait he said nothing but kissed her neck, setting down a pokéball just outside of her knife. Sitting opposite of her he'd watch her eat (or not) watching the minutia of her facial expressions as she likely pondered what he'd just given her.

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POSTED ON Oct 18, 2020 20:54:11 GMT

cait ate as she worked, giving a nod of understanding before she indulged in the meal. she wasn't a strict vegetarian, indulging in a bit of meat here and there - but the diet she was raised with had her favoring dishes that were primarily composed of vegetables or tofu. she'd take a bite of her breakfast as she stuck the plastic nipple onto the bottles.

"when they hatch," she said, handing over the items. "feed them these."

the bottles were small and fit easily within the pair's dainty paws. they gave a nod in understanding and moved to take up space in the living area - deciding to share a single sofa.

"this is amazing."

less preoccupied now, she'd sit down properly and begin polishing off the remainder of the meal after sharing a brief kiss with sénon. she chewed slowly, savoring the taste - her green-eyed gaze soon settling upon the proffered capsule. cait peered down at it curiously, noting that it was the traditional red and white model.

"what's this?"

mildly bemused, she'd carefully roll the capsule beneath her finger before prodding gently at the temporary release mechanism.

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POSTED ON Oct 20, 2020 4:18:34 GMT

It seemed it was the right call to depart with it. Having never really been a fan even dating back to his childhood misadventures the species was much better served to be here among Cait's legion.

()

As a grass poison dual-type it did him no good while he had little 'babysaur' to develop. If it was going to be mitigated to a life of living in another's shadow, it was best that it do so in the natural lights among grassy peers on this compound, rather than the clinical coldness of a Pokémon Storage Computer.

She pressed the release button and the Weepinbell emerged, scantly looking around to see what it could stuff into its face. Jūken stayed in its line of sight to make it behave; Sénon's little enforcer. It could punch out ghosts so a big-faced plant wouldn't be a hard target.

"I didn't see one of these out there with your grass types the day before-last." He picked it up by the vine shaking it a bit to display it had been well trained enough into a certain level of domestication. Still, he didn't press his luck by putting his fist down its 'throat'. It wasn't that well trained. "They're not so common here and in the other regions where more traditional plants-based pokémon species can feed from the soil and sunlight."

Hoisting it up to look at it he spoke what he knew of it like an old encyclopedia. "Although they can subsist on sunlight, these 'Bells are carnivorous. So they thrived in Kanto where the soil is volcanic and useless to most plant life." Setting it on the ground he offered some practical means for it be of use to her beyond just being another number in her personal army. "Like me, this one lived on a volcano; Mt. Chimney. Get a nice pot to suspend from the ceiling and she'll keep this place free of flies and spiders and the like."

Pointing to the woman he spoke to the wide-eyed grass-type "This is Cait and she'll be taking care of you from now on; she's better with plant-life than I am and she doesn't keep her pokémon stuffed away in balls all day. Don't be a burden to her and help out when she needs it." It didn't seem like much of hard sell as the Weepinbell jostled about with joyfully closed eyes.

"I think she likes the idea, you're not gonna tell her 'No.' are you?"

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POSTED ON Oct 24, 2020 1:42:57 GMT

"of course not."

the words were breathed after cait fell abruptly silent, startled by the unexpected sight of the plant-shaped beast. it was a lovely and healthy specimen, the young woman easily discerning its gender as well as its age by taking her in fully. her experience with such a creature originated from one of her many aunts, who was particularly fond of the creature's line.

'she had at least three victreebel,' she thought. 'two weepinbells and five bellsprouts - if memory serves.'

the woman was actually quite fond of utilizing the fluids that pooled in its mouth in excess, cleverly using it as a form of natural disposal or as an ingredient that served as a valued component to various repellents.

"it's a pleasure to meet you," she said.

her heart was aflutter with delight, the woman kneeling and extending her hand.

'mine,' she thought, possessively. 'i'll take good care of you. i swear it.'

the warmth in her gaze revealed as much, the woman running her hand along its exterior.

"i'll begin training her once she settles in," cait promised, sounding suddenly eager. "i've always wanted a victreebel of my own."

she stood and happily closed the distance to embrace senon, squeezing his waist tightly - the grin which tugged at the corners of her lips broad.

"thank you - thank you - thank you," she repeated, laughter edging her tone. "i love her already."

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POSTED ON Oct 25, 2020 4:25:03 GMT

It heated him up when she hugged him. It was telling the kind of heat it made; not the raging fires of lust but the resonating warmth of contentedness. When she said thank you, he could feel it in his heart that she meant it, that what he gave wasn't in vain or to be wasted, that she considered his feelings.

It felt like his gesture made them closer, not just in physical proximity and her gratitude made the gesture worth it.

He wrapped his arms around her in turn and absentmindedly he rubbed her back with a gentle stroke.

He asked himself quietly how long it had been since he'd had such affection, living as he had, before Cait. He wanted to say something but nothing came, nothing clever or witty or even meaningful. He supposed his lack of words and body language would do the profound speaking for him.

When the words did come, he shared them even if part of him told him not to.

"I just wanted to do something for you." He closed his eyes running over the gamut of feelings and memories they'd made together in the last two days. "I guess I've got you under my skin." He frowned at the thought of it but didn't let her go. He wasn't ashamed to feel what he felt for her. He only worried about feeling too much too fast.

He was forced to silently remind himself. . .

It wasn't her duty to return his feelings at whatever speed he developed them, only his duty to accept his feelings at whatever speed he developed them.

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POSTED ON Oct 29, 2020 12:49:59 GMT

she'd lean her slight weight against his own, her eyes sliding shut as she relished the moment. how long had it been since she was given the opportunity to be this intimate; to touch someone in such an affectionate manner and express her joy over their nearness?

"'under my skin,'" she parroted, releasing a small snort. "you make me sound like a parasite."

his words were surprisingly vulnerable, as though he was slightly bemused. cait would pull away to tilt her head up and peer at the handsome features of his face, noting his expression.

"i appreciate it."

it was strange to think she felt well and truly happy, further showcasing her pleasure as she settled upon her tip toes to deliver a light peck upon his lips.

"that and breakfast," she continued. "you definitely weren't lying when you said you studied to become a chef."

there was a moment of silence as she visibly sobered, cait considering what time they had left before they inevitably parted ways.

"i imagine you have plans. with the war in full swing, we're all busy nowadays. i don't mean to keep you here all to myself."

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POSTED ON Oct 31, 2020 2:08:37 GMT

He didn't want to let her go.

It felt wrong somehow, like not embracing her would shatter the spacetime continuum. His instincts told him to hold on. To stretch this moment across time so that it burned into the back of his mind like something truly prolific.

With his eyes closed he focused on the smell of her, of her cabin. His hands didn't move but remembered the texture of her clothing and the shape of her body, the way hugging her displaced his arms.

The force and feel of her lips against his own. He wasn't living in this moment, he was measuring and examining it to take with him. He was studying it to replicate in his mind if he ever needed to.

When she spoke up about the struggles to come hanging over the heads he ran his hand over her stomach before squeezing her butt picking her from the ground. Leaning her back to rest in one arm the other went behind her knees as he held her in his arms carrying her bridal style

Sitting down on her couch she would find herself laying across it still in his arms. Propping her against his chest a bit his red strands mixing with her green. "Tell me the truth..." For a moment he studied her beauty like he'd never seen it before. "Keeping me here all to yourself if exactly what you want to do isn't it?"

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POSTED ON Nov 1, 2020 22:57:17 GMT

Sénon Game likes this

it made for a lovely enough image, if she was being perfectly honest with herself. having a man around would make the day to day living much more pleasant and easier - his mere presence complimenting her own within the confines of this lonely cabin. she'd work her job and her land and he'd work alongside her, cultivating a life that would be entirely shared.

it wasn't just lovely - this imagining of what could be - it was utterly brilliant.

"wishful thinking on my part," she admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck as she accepted his hold.

it delighted her that he could carry her with very little effort on his part, her weight comparatively slight. she craned her neck to peer up at him, feeling warm, wanted and just the right amount of needy.

"but i wouldn't mind. no, i wouldn't mind at all."

her weepinbell peered up at the pair, round eyes gleaming with open curiosity. the grass-type had never witnessed a pair of humans before, the creature naturally assuming they were coupled.

"maybe sometime down the road if things work out just right..."

she hoped that their feelings - still quite fresh and new - didn't burn itself out like a blazing fire. the young woman would much rather their relationship be akin to a sapling tree; one which grew strong and healthy overtime.

"you'll stay safe out there? you and your pokemon both?"

her voice is quiet yet hopeful, the young woman's verdant gaze peering up to meet his own as she searched his expression.

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POSTED ON Nov 1, 2020 23:26:38 GMT

They were probably nauseating to watch to anyone alone or jaded. All the touching and fondling and long gazes. Now there was carrying and playing in each other's hair. For her to even admit in jest that she did want him around and all to herself he kissed her opening their mouths wide in the congress of their oral embrace.

He took a long a deep breath afterwards, like he was trying to settle the simmering in his blood. All he did to ignore what was coming Cait never falter on her thoughts of it, it.

He decided to face the front lines of Lilycove because being the island boy that he was, he didn't fear the seas nor his own death in it. Yet, fighting inside a non-volcanic mountain or among collapsing buildings littering the city streets, those deaths scared him.

Even when reports came in that most of the League's special war potentials would not be at Lilycove it only made his choice that much easier. If all the normies were going there to fight, if the gods of this world were sending their champions somewhere else someone had to go where the champions weren't going.

She sounded like she wanted him to swear he would come back to her. In that swearing, that this first time wouldn't be their last time. Rather than actually answer he pondered aloud. "That's a fair question." Absent minded to his motor functions he fondled one of her curls in his fingers like he was smearing water among his fingertips.

"You're more reasonable than I am..." Avoiding her gaze he looked downward. "I was going to ask you not to go." His gaze found hers again as the free hand that wasn't playing with her hair rubbed at her belly and just above it.

"-but that's not how any of this works is it?" If he lived, there would be more time for the both of them.

If he didn't, there would be a gorgeous girl crying over him until her green eyes went red, for a time at least. In the end, when your time was up faster than you ever imagined it would be, there wasn't much else a man could hope for beyond that.

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POSTED ON Nov 2, 2020 4:13:29 GMT

"sometimes i wish i didn't have to."

but she was obligated to show her face - and compelled to heal the dying and offer rites to the dead. she was one of the few who could serve as both a healer as well as a figure whom sought to comfort the souls of the departed. both pokemon and humans both deserved some semblance of respect in that way, regardless of their personal beliefs.

'even a moment of silence will do.'

"but they could use our help out there. no matter how minimal it is."

he'd be on the back of her mind whenever she took on a mission, her worry ever present.

"i'm just asking you to try," she continued. "weigh the risks - mind your pokemon."

she thought of his companions and how much he obviously cared for them. a single loss could prove exceedingly painful no matter how small or large.

"and come back to me. and i'll try to do the same in turn. okay, baby?"

that's all both she and he could give. it wasn't much, but it would give them some peace of mind.

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