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Ilana was eager to be out, ready to make a name for herself. The young girl had spent most of her life in her brother's shadow, and had been planning for the day she would step out into the world on her own to prove she was better than him--or anyone. After all, what other motivations did people have in this world they abided in?
The advantage Ilana had, though, was one her brother could never share. In his day, when he came to be the best in his gym, they had not yet seen Team Plasma's hope for the future. This hope, however ill-chosen, had moved the playing field for everyone. While most Pokemon had a level of sentience with them, their communication with humans were limited and their abilities controlled by their construction. Ilana had been gifted with the true, next generation of creature by her father before she set upon her perilous task to prepare to even try for the challenges she wanted to defeat. Her first pokemon was a pokemorph by the name of Evangeline.
A pokemorph was the end conclusion of an experiment to give the race the ability to speak for themselves, but it hadn't changed the world the way Team Plasma had hoped after. People were still the way they were before, and a different race, no matter how closely they resembled humanity, were held in contempt. Ilana had little mind for the politics of the situation, more innocently driven than mindlessly cruel, but she kept Evangeline by her side when convenient, and tucked away in her ball when it was necessary. Today, though, they were going to go out and get themselves more teammates--and that could only come the way it always had, by capture.
Evangeline had trained carefully with other pokemon, but had never seen another of her own kind. Ilana's desire for a team made completely of Pokemorphs, despite their rarity, was perhaps impractical. The Espeon girl walked two steps behind her master with a demure walk, her large blue eyes turning each way as she noticed movement in the grass. Most of the things her keen eyes caught were regular pokemon, as she expected. She kept thinking on how she might be able to subdue another Pokemorph that had not been kept in such lavish comfort as she had, able to rest in her ball and comfortably wile away the hours. It was foolish to doubt herself, she thought. She was powerful, and well-trained thanks to her master.
The two of them were an interesting pair to look at. Evangeline stood half a foot taller than her master, lavender hair pulled back into a carefully kept braid with ears that stood tall and forward while she tried to listen. Her clothing was tight, the pants she was wearing hanging off her hips so her tail could fall over the waistband without any hindrance. Her breasts were just a bit bigger than Ilana's, kept in a tee shirt that didn't cover her flat stomach and a jacket that was shorter than her shirt.
Ilana had black hair that fell in curls around her face. She didn't wear any hat, but a ribbon kept the curls from flowing forward too far into her face to obscure her vision if she was moving too much. Her slender body was contained in a tank top and capri pants, with boots that were meant for hiking. Her breasts, although smaller than Evangeline's, were more noticeable. Her small frame made them stand out in comparison to Evangeline's curvier one. Her eyes were an ice blue, complimenting her pale complexion.
"I'm sure it's here. Someone said they saw one." Ilana assured Evangeline over her shoulder as she walked ahead on the path. They had come out today specifically because someone in town had said they had seen a Pokemorph around. It had been a panicked kid who was dragging his pokemon back to the center--an image that Ilana scorned with all her being. There would never be a time where she would rush her pokemon back to a center for healing, because she refused to ever lose.
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The sun was bright and hot in the sky over the Kanto Region which had not changed much in the years since Team Plasma's plot to recreate pokemon into equals had begun and ultimately failed. Being so far out of Team Plasma's reach at the time, Kanto had been relatively unaffected by the events of the transformations. Sure, the resident syndicate, Team Rocket, now sought to capture and control these powerful new pokemon and Professor Oak had taken a huge interest in the events that could only be summarized as the greatest scientific breakthrough in the history of pokemon, but there were so few of these rare creatures in the region that either hardly mattered.
Though their sightings in Kanto were rare, it was not completely unheard of for one of these rare creatures to be seen there. In fact, Professor Oak had managed to get his hands on a small number from the professors in the other regions where they were more common, that he had been handing to new trainers in hopes of seeing how these new pokemon functioned as companions. It was cruel, yes, to expect a creature just as equally sentient as mankind itself to fight and obey as a regular pokemon was expected to, but Professor Oak was a scientist and there were certain aspects of these new beings that had to be discovered and made known. While some people criticized the professor for these actions, most could at least credit his caution. Only strong-willed trainers were issued these new creatures and even then, they were issued only those that seemed to take orders well.
Perhaps that is why Ilana, a fresh-faced trainer just leaving her home town of Pallet to start her own pokemon journey, believed the rumors that she had heard about one of these rare creatures hanging around on Route One connecting Pallet to the neighboring Viridian City. If she could get her hands on a second one of these creatures before she got there then she would be able to secure her fist gym badge in Viridian City for sure!
Fortunately for Ilana, the rumors of this rare creature were as true as the sun in the sky. Even more fortunate for Ilana, her quarry wasn't too far ahead of her now, resting on a rock not too far off of the footpath that winded its way through the route connecting her home town to the city. Unfortunately for Ilana, however, she wasn't looking for your average, every-day rattata or pidgey that were all-too common in the area.
Just ahead of Ilana, and just out of sight from the path, the large six-foot tall frame of ahumanoid-shaped arcaninewas laying down with it's eyes set on the sky as it soaked up the warmth of the sun. Unlike many wild pokemorphs, this one had managed to get its hands on some articles of clothing that fit its form; probably stolen from one of the hikers that frequented the area. Blue denim pants with a multi-pocketed satchel hid its unmentionable areas from sight while a matching denim jacket hung from his arms and torso. The jacket wasn't fastened up; most likely so that the beast did not overheat in the mid-day sun.
If only Professor Oak had known what was out here, he would have been out looking for this rare creature himself. Not only was he a pokemorph, but he was an arcanine to boot. Growlithe were fairly commonplace and were used by most of the police forces in the pokemon world but for some reason arcanine were exceedingly rare. For Team Plasma to have released such a rare breed of pokemon after making it even more unique truly spoke for their intentions in this whole ordeal.
Team Plasma didn't matter now, however, and hadn't mattered for a long time. This particular Arcanine, whom did not choose a name for himself beyond that, had all but left mankind as a whole behind when he was released. He hadn't had a bad life with humans before he was awakened as a pokemorph, but he hadn't had a particularly good one. Before Team Plasma stole him and made him into this near-man pokemon, he had belonged to a young rich girl with no interest in battling or contests. He had been little more than a pet as a growlithe and a showpiece to be bragged about once he had evolved. He was loved, pampered, and kept inside of the house at nearly all times. Since being freed, he had seen and done more in these few short years than he had in all of the rest of his life put together. It had been glorious and he had no plans of returning to such a life.
If he had known that Ilana was closing in on him, he would have gotten up and ran off into the nearby forest where he would have easily evaded the young trainer. The sun had made him groggy, however, and he wasn't listening for approaching footsteps as he usually did.
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Evangeline paused, her ears tilting to the side and slightly forward as her blue eyes fell on a tuft of beige hanging over a rock. The Espeon reached out, halting her master with a slight touch to her wrist that conveyed her point very clearly. Ilana's eyes turned back to her and strayed forward to where she was looking.
The young girl had to use every ounce of willpower not to shout for joy and wake the groggy beast up from its midday nap. Her pretty ice blue eyes sparkled with her excitement as she stared at what had to be one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. He was tall, broad, and beautifully humanoid--an Arcanine. To think, her second pokemon would be such a fantastic and rare creature. She had to be very careful not to mess this up.
The fact that he was drowsing away on a rock made him an easy target, and Ilana wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. She refused to fight a war she couldn't win, and there was no guarantee that Evangeline would beat him if she didn't take advantage of his state. Ilana's bright blue eyes turned back to her pokemon and gave a silent nod that gave Evangeline the go-ahead she knew she needed.
The young woman tilted her head down, the gem on her forehead glowing dimly as she meditated. Her lips moved in silent chants as she waited for her power to build. She slowly stepped around her master, the building energy lifting her bangs away from her face and fluttering the edge of her shirt. Evangeline's eyes never left the resting Arcanine, carefully assessing him to be sure he was not aware of her presence while she stacked the game against him unfairly.
Ilana took out a collar and a ball. She hadn't collected a lot of standard types of pokeball, because she had no intention of catching standard Pokemon. It was another benefit of being Daddy's little girl that she was able to use his money and connections, not to mention the left-overs he had lying about. The best ball she had, her prize posession, a Master Ball. She would have to go out of her way a great deal to reclaim another, but this was the perfect time to use it. The collar was a back-up, but the piece was a rather finicky new invention for Pokemorphs specifically. It didn't activate until the Pokemon had been caught, otherwise acting like a standard strap of leather. After the collar activated within the ball, though, it fused its energy with a ring the owner of the collar wore. One that she was calmly screwing into the circle around the button on the pokeball. Afterwards, the collar would harden to an unbreakable point, adjusting with the size of the Pokemorph in question, and it would make sure they stayed within 50 feet of the ring.
This invention was specifically because Pokemorphs had a nasty habit of breaking even the best Pokeballs into useless hunks of metal after elongated periods of unrest within them. She didn't want her prized possession to get broken, so she would much rather catch him and have him caught, then let him walk free if that was what he wished, and only call him back in if he was particularly naughty. She held the collar out in front of Evangeline, waiting patiently for the Espeon to finish her preparation before she took it.
A minute later, Evangeline was sure that anything she struck would be incapacitated, especially from a relaxed position. The Espeon woman took a deep breath, not an ounce of regret wavering her resolve as that gem lit up like a star and she aimed her Psybeam at the sleeping Arcanine, her fingers wrapping around the leather held out to her and preparing to charge in moments later to lock him in before the pokeball would be thrown.
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Though an attack like Psybeam did not cause any effects that human senses could pick up, save for the beam of visible light that was now erupting from the gem on Evangeline's forehead, it did cause several that many breeds of pokemon could sense. In this case, the release of such a powerful energy caused the air to crackle and pop on an inaudible level as it became charged by the psychic energy. While Ilana had no chance of hearing it, the half-sleeping Arcanine had been made aware of the attack by the high-frequency sounds the moment that it had been launched. Though knowing that the attack was coming would hardly be enough to avoid it given the state that he was currently in.
Despite knowing that he was about to be slammed with an attack from somewhere, Arcanine pulled his legs back until his knees were nearly at his chest and launched himself forward onto his feet. Once he had made it to his feet, he crouched down and prepared himself to make an escape at breakneck speed. For a second it looked as though he would be able to dodge the attack until the full brunt of the beam caught him in the back right between the shoulders. Evangeline had aimed her attack at a lying form. If he had remained standing, perhaps the blast would have only knocked his legs out from under him or, if he was lucky, missed. Crouching, however, put his body right back in the path of the attack. How was he to know? Evangeline had made sure to take every advantage possible, which meant hitting him from behind.
The humanoid canine went flying off of the rock as a result of such a strong attack. Evangeline had hit her target, and she had hit him hard, but it became clear very quickly that she hadn't hit him quite hard enough. When the arcanine slammed into the ground on the other side of the rock, he used the momentum of the attack to kick himself off of the ground and landed right back on his feet and turned his attention toward his attackers. Through half-glazed eyes, the arcanine barely registered who had attacked him. As far as he could tell at that time, there were two humans standing just beyond the rock upon which he had been resting. The look in his eyes would have been a sure sign to any experienced trainer that the necessary damage had been done.
Arcanine had already been groggy from the relaxing rays of the sun. The extra force of the attack on his body made it feel heavy. He knew, without even trying, that the Extreme Speed techniques that had made his breed of pokemon infamous would be of no use to him right now. He would never be able to move that fast feeling like this. That didn't mean that he was helpless, of course. Arcanine were known far and wide as a near-legendary pokemon due to their rarity and their power. This one was ready to show these two humans why his breed had earned such an honor.
It took only seconds for him to ready an attack that would have put the espeon morph's psybeam to shame. For mere moments, flames seemed to leak and drip from his muzzle before he opened his mouth as wide as it could go. In that instant, a great stream of flame erupted from the arcanine's maw and flew toward the girl and her pokemorph companion. At first, it seemed as though Arcanine had used a standard Flamethrower technique but while the stream was in route, headed straight for Ilana, it formed into the shape of a large five-pronged star - a Fire Blast.
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He should have been unconscious.
A grave miscalculation on Evangeline's part.
Ilana saw that fire start at his lips and was already attempting to move out of the way, the danger of the situation settling in like a sudden sleep in an icy water. All that confidence she had contained--every ounce of her self assurance melted away in that simple moment where she realized: a miscalculation could cost her everything.
Evangeline's eyes went wide and she felt a rush of fear overcome her as she saw his aim moving for Ilana instead of her. The woman watched Ilana scramble, but it wasn't enough to be anything less than absolute of her safety. The Espeon's meditations had left her abilities incredibly powerful for this encounter, which gave her a distinct chance. She stepped in front of the path and shot again, the psychic power crackling before slamming into the star in the air as she drove forward with the collar in hand.
Another miscalculation.
A moment ahead of time, she was able to brace herself, a flash of the future in those blue eyes as she realized her beam would be destroyed by the flame that had come toward them. The fire consumed the beam and kept forward, hitting Eva and scorching a burn into her stomach that melted away the fabric of her shirt and scorched the top of her pants. It was a pain that Evangeline hadn't experienced before, and so her forward momentum slowed. Her sprint turned into a run, her feet stopped in front of him with his crouched nose point-blank to her burnt stomach. The echoes of Ilana's cries of terror chorused her stance, staring down at him with those almost-glowing blue eyes. Her ears were tilted forward, her lips slightly ajar around those sharp canine teeth as she contemplated him in that instant of time that didn't seem to move forward.
Ilana had a good view of them from the side, her eyes catching the minute shaking in Evangeline's legs and tail as if the world quaked with her. She could see that moment in time where her Eva would fall to this pokemon, dashing her dreams completely and destroying her in the process. She pressed that button on the ball and let it fly without care of whether he had a collar on him or not, desperate enough to sacrifice it for a more careful opportunity, an irrational consideration at best, considering they would get no better chances than this one.
Her fingers swung, the collar flipping to wrap around his neck and lock in one swift motion that was a flick of the wrist. The movement was isolated, the rest of her body stood completely still, even her two-pronged tail dared not swish and mess this up.
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Just as Ilana and Evangeline had made more than their share of miscalculations in the second before that precise second in time when Ilana let her Master Ball fly toward Arcanine and Evangeline's wrist snapped in an attempt to collar him, so too had Arcanine. From a distance, through groggy and shaken eyes, he had mistaken the espeon woman to be human. In fairness, Arcanine had not seen many other pokemorphs besides himself and of the ones that he had seen, Evangeline was without a doubt the most human. Still, it was a mistake that was about to cost him his freedom.
Evangeline was surprisingly fast in her advance across the field as she positioned herself in front of the canine pokemorph that had attacked her trainer only moments before, but she was not at Arcanine's level. Even shaken from the espeon's powerful psybeam attack, he managed to keep the female morph from making her mark.
In the instant that Evangeline's wrist snapped, so too did Arcanine's arm. The collar flipped forward, aimed at and ready to clasp itself around the fire pokemorph's neck but it instead clasped around his wrist as he moved to block whatever it was that Evangeline was doing. The collar would have the same effect no matter where it was placed on a pokemorph's body, so Arcanine had not truly stopped the espeon from doing what it was that she was doing. He believed that he had stopped her, however. He did not know that this thing was, after all. All he knew was that he had prevented it from touching his neck.
Almost as if it were all one fluid motion, Arcanine rose to his feet in that same second that his arm snapped to stop the collar. For only a few seconds, Arcanine towered over the espeon woman at his full six foot and four inch height. His gaze, no longer looking out through shaken eyes, glared intently into Evangeline's. There were no words to be said - no words that could surmise what Arcanine felt. This 'woman' had attacked him as he dozed. Following that, this 'woman' then took the full brunt of Arcanine's most powerful fire technique and afterward dared to stand over him in triumph. Evangeline had made quite the display of bravery and power in these actions and while Arcanine wanted nothing more that to release another Fire Blast right here and point-blank range and cripple this espeon morph. On the other hand, he had never felt more attracted to any other being in his entire existence as either a pokemon or a pokemorph.
Moments after Arcanine rose to tower over this elegant and beautiful creature, something struck his shoulder. There was no more time to consider whether he was going to burn this creature or kiss her as the whole world turned red and, not a second later, turned black.
Arcanine had been so enthralled by Evangeline's performance that he had completely forgotten about Ilana. Her Master Ball had made its mark and there was no way that even a pokemorph could break out of the world's most advanced form of pokeball. Ilana had caught her first wild pokemon and it was a pokemorph created from a rare breed! Oh how her friends back home would be envious. Now could she control such a powerful creature fresh out of the wilds?
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The snap was in place and Eva felt a rush of relief followed immediately by intimidation as the Arcanine man stood up to his full height, looking down at her with jet black eyes that were angrier than anyone had ever looked on her before. Her stomach turned, those blue eyes flashed with regret for that instant before he disappeared, transformed into energy and then condensed into his carrier. She stood, motionless, a moment before she dropped to her knees in the grass, her unstable legs giving out on her as the pain she had ignored overcame her with a furious vengeance.
Ilana's black hair danced about her face as she rushed forward to grab her best friend tightly, tears boiling over her cheeks as she rushed to pull the lavender haired vixen to her chest and pet those ears back carefully. Every part of Eva shook in violent tremors while Ilana held her tight, her ice blue eyes travelling her partner's form and observing the burning damage that had been done to her midsection. She pulled from her belt the ball that was Evangeline's home and held it out in front of the shuddering girl so the Espeon was aware of what was about to happen. "It's okay, Eva," She crooned, her voice muffled by the hair she had pressed her lips to, "Let's get back to the center." She pressed the button and the Espeon disappeared into the ball, Ilana's eyes swinging down to the Master Ball with a mix of pride and horror.
She picked up the twitching sphere from the ground, the inevitability of his escape weighing heavily on her mind. Since this was incredibly standard with Pokemon, Ilana had not considered the dangerous repercussions for a fully sentient creature being boffed upside the head and captured; it would be a very long discussion that would require the utmost finesse if she didn't want to be crisped, and it would certainly require Evangeline's protections. Ilana headed back to town. Despite all these worries, she couldn't shake the adrenaline and joy she felt from capturing a Pokemorph Arcanine. She rushed to the Center, where she loaded Evangeline's ball onto the healing slat and considered carefully before placing the Arcanine's as well.
Evangeline hadn't considered what it would be like to be in a combat with another like her for something like this. She was torn between her loyalty to Ilana and her disturbed feelings about the look that boy had given her right before he disappeared. What would happen if he refused to be a part of their team? Ilana would surely let him go? Or would she?Would it change anything?She shivered at the thought of that glare settling on her again. Her healed stomach still remembered the pain of that flame kissing her flesh. It wasn't like she hadn't been hurt before, but Eva had never come nearly so close to losing any sort of battle prior. Of course, this was the first tango she had ever had with a Pokemorph and not just a standard Pokemon.
The comfortable little space she relaxed in flooded suddenly with light and the soft sound of Ilana's calling voice. Eva's eyes opened from her thoughtful reverie and she responded, taking her space in the dimly lit room with nobody but she and Ilana and the ominous promise of a third from the shivering Master Ball on the table. Ilana's narrowed eyes as she watched the twitching ball answered the Espeon's previous question.
She won't let him go.
The young girl stood with her hands crossed over her chest, her black hair wet from a shower she had stepped out of a few minutes prior to asking Evangeline to join her. She was wearing a jean skirt and tank top with naught but stockings on her feet. A bit underdressed, but she had been eager to get this done before he broke her best toy forever. The room was a thick basement room that she occasionally used for training Evangeline with other friends' pokemon. It was their base of operations, and it had everything. Including a very state of the art sprinkler system, which Ilana stepped over to press the button outside the door to activate. She closed the door then, the water raining down on her and Evangeline as the silent chants and mutters started up again from Evangeline's lips.
Two minutes of preparation, and every possible protection had been laid. Eva's jacket was closed and buttoned, the scorched shirt sticking out only on the sides and on the back now, since the front did not extend so far. Ilana's clothes clung to her body like a second skin, and she took a deep breath before she picked up the quaking ball and hit the button, tossing it near to the other side of the room. Every entry and exit of this room was built to take any damage put out to it, but even if they couldn't hold him up, the collar around his wrist would stop any unwanted dashes away. Ilana watched on with determination, Evangeline standing a few feet behind her with concern in her eyes.
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When the button on his new pokeball was pressed and the ball safely tossed across the room, Arcanine emerged in a cloud of crimson energy before fully materializing. Aside from being dazed, he had not suffered any notable injuries in the confrontation earlier that day. This sudden attack had been the sole source of the rage that had fueled his attack on Evangeline and her trainer, Ilana. That murderous fury had been given more than its fair share of time to settle, however, had had simmered to passive contempt. Arcanine wasn't one to hold a grudge after a fight had been resolved, but their fight hadn't been resolved at all. He had been captured, not defeated, and until Ilana and Evangeline could defeat him, he would never view Ilana as his trainer, not now that he was free to make his own decisions.
The form of the fire pokemorph emerged from the ball, standing tall over both of the other beings in the room and immediately becoming soaked from the sprinkler system. Fortunately, arcanine were not like charmander and their family. There was no flame to keep burning and no chance that these sprinklers would kill him. Of course, it could be certain that all of that wet fur wouldn't smell too pleasant but that was probably at the bottom of Ilana's list of concerns right now.
Once free, Arcanine merely glanced between Evangeline and Ilana as he brought his arms up to cross over his chest and lean back against the wall. Though he hated being in this situation, he was not stupid. He knew that he had been captured and he knew that there was nothing that he could do about it. Of course, that did not mean that he had to like it, nor did it mean that he had to necessarily obey this little human. If anything, he could at least make the best of an otherwise bad situation and try to see what this espeon's story was. She might have been very human looking, but that did not change what she was - a pokemon just like him.
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Without a loud roar or any angry snaps, nor any fire flying through the air, he emerged. The lack of response startled the two girls, watching him carefully across the rain meant to hinder any attacks he decided to throw their way that weren't simply physical. It didn't matter to Ilana that his fur got a little wet for the precaution. The trainer looked not at all imposing with her arms crossed over her chest and the sprinkler sending rain down on their heads, but her expression was serious.
The Espeon girl stood unmoving slightly behind and to the right of her master, watching the relaxed Arcanine with a measure of curiosity and respect, tempered with worry. Her braid was heavy with water, the sprinklers causing her to blink far more than she would have pleased. While Espeon didn't get disparaged from water, it made her uncomfortable to be soaked through, and she desired nothing more than to be in front of a warm fire, lazily drying out from the heat emanating from it.
Ilana's hands dropped to her hips and she took an extra step forward, causing a nervous glance from Evangeline as she watched his movements incredibly closely. The smaller trainer's ice blue eyes locked cleanly with his, careful to be sure she had his attention and it was not waning.
"Good afternoon," Ilana's voice carried despite it's lilting nature, easy to hear for anyone without particularly good ears like he had, "My name is Ilana Darrius. It would be redundant of me to explain that I caught you this morning, but the reason why is that I'm looking to build a very strong team of Pokemorphs to the championships. Toward that end, I captured you." She didn't know how to sound anything but demanding, and it probably wasn't going a long way to seal friendships, "This is Evangeline--she is my partner." The word was said with a great deal of protective fondness, "And yours, as well, from here on out." She nodded her head, content with her speech and feeling no ends were left untied. "Questions?"
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Arcanine was silent for several moments while he considered what this 'Ilana Darrius' had to say. It didn't take him long to decide that he was not overly impressed with anything about her - not her physical presence, not her words, and certainly not her tone. That demanding little voice telling him, as if there was no question in the matter, that he was now her partner whether he liked it or not. She reminded him of that spoiled child that he had belonged to as a growlithe.
"Respect is not given, child. Respect must be earned," Arcanine retorted once he had collected himself and taken note of his surroundings. His voice was deep and it held a notable growl. It didn't sound as though he spoke the human tongue often. "You have done nothing to earn my respect and everything to earn my contempt. You attacked me from behind and forced me to return to your human world where I do not belong. You, child, have not earned the right to call me your partner."
With that said, Arcanine was all but done with the human girl and he turned his attention back to his fellow pokemorph. In the few short hours that he had spent inside of that forsaken pokeball, Arcanine had thought of little else. Evangeline had enthralled him with her performance only hours before. She had demonstrated remarkable bravery and fortitude in her little stunt to take his Fire Blast head on as she had done. Beyond that, she was quite physically appealing.
Yes, now that they were fully sentient, even pokemon were susceptible to the arts of seduction - whether they be intentional or, as in this case, unintentional. It was the one thing that Arcanine despised about his new-found freedom. He felt drawn to Evangeline and wanted nothing more than to just be with her but he couldn't exactly explain why. Until two years ago, when he was freed, these feelings simply did not exist to him.
"You owe me a rematch," Arcanine spoke again, this time talking to Evangeline. It probably wasn't the best thing to say if he wanted her to feel the same strange feeling for him that he felt for her, but Arcanine had spent his new sentient life running from the arms of humans as apposed to being embraced by them. One certainly couldn't expect him yo understand human behaviors such as flirting.
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Ilana's eyes burned with contempt, the racism between the two rising to a pique. She didn't like being talked down to, although she rationalized it would be the direct course of action. Even if she bested him, he was barely acknowledging her. Pokemorphs didn't play by the rules that had been established. If he would speak directly with Evangeline and demand things of her, he would never even acknowledge Ilana as a person. She could not fight him, personally, and that was obviously what it took to earn his attention. The young trainer slowly allowed her anger to seethe beneath her skin as she considered her predicament.
All sympathy left Evangeline in an instant, her blue eyes becoming hard as jewels as she glared at him while he dismissed her master. The worry about taking from him that she had grappled so vehemently with for the hours that had passed washed away in the abrasive sound of his voice. She didn't like being spoken to directly, she realized. It made her uncomfortable and upset the dynamic in which she had lived her life all her years. She gave a glance to her master, Ilana's head tilted down in contemplative thought, and remained silent while she waited.
The small ebon-haired girl's head snapped up as she felt the stare level on her. She supposed taming Pokemorphs would take a different kind of finesse--one that might require a chain of command. If he would only answer to Evangeline, and Eva answered only to her, it accomplished her goals. The rain would dampen his fire attacks here, and it was a controlled environment. She could walk up the stairs and across the road to the Center, so there was no risk at a loss. If they were ever going to fight head on, this would be the place. She spared a glance to her partner, recognizing that angry look on her face and dashing her worries about whether or not Eva would be willing to the side. She would have never asked Evangeline to fight a pointless fight if she wasn't eager, but she seemed to be more than happy to oblige at the moment. A nod from the shorter girl and a wave of her hand as she turned her back and walked a few steps backwards, changing positions with her Espeon before turning back with a proper glare from those ice blues.
The Espeon turned her eyes back up as Ilana stepped behind her, giving her leave to speak and do as she wished. "I don't owe you anything." Her voice was soft-spoken and carried not at all like Ilana's. It required his attention to catch each word in the soft downpour. "I bested you by Ilana's planning and cunning, but if you need to discard those elements from the field to feel more evenly matched, I will give you what you ask." She knew that against him, in a situation that was even footing, she would lose. Even now, if he didn't rely on fire moves, she would probably be destroyed. Eva didn't have any pride riding on this fight, though. She didn't mind losing, as long as it was clear that their race being the same did not mean that the Espeon drew loyalty on his side.
She was her master's. That was all there was to it.
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The determination that Evangeline now displayed was just as attractive on her as her bravery and power had been earlier that day. It was strange, Arcanine thought, that knowing that he would be working with such a companion made his current situation more bearable. Returning to the world of humans was akin to enslavement, but knowing that such a radiant female would be there to bear it with him was... comforting. Damn these human emotions!
"The fact that you risked your own safety to ensure that your little Master was able to capture me and that I am here right now means that the two of you want my cooperation, does it not?" Arcanine was still speaking to Evangeline, whom his eyes had not left even as she and Ilana traded places in the small basement room. "If that is true, then you owe me a rematch - not here and not now. I will allow you to select the time and place, but you must choose a situation in which you and I would be playing on even ground. Handicaps have no place on the battlefield."
His attention then snapped to Ilana and his arms unfolded from his chest. "You are not to interfere with our rematch in any way. Before our evolution into these forms, we needed our trainers to give us orders on the battlefield but we are now capable of thinking for ourselves. Until Evangeline can best me on her own, then I will not acknowledge you as my trainer. Self-conscious thought or not, it is still belief that a pokemorph's power is a reflection of their trainer's skill is it not? Why should you be permitted to take the easy way out and just capture a pokemon beyond your own skills?"
The arcanine morph then held his right arm up to display the collar that now adorned his wrist. "Before you answer that question, I am more interested to know exactly what this device is. I understand the concept of your pokeballs but this is foreign to me. I can only assume that it is something new - something designed for your kind to use against ours. What is the matter? Was humanity afraid of our free will after it was granted to us?"
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Ilana barked out a laugh of contempt as he gave her an order. She was irritated enough as it was, but his complete disregard for her as a person caused her a growing knot of anger in his stomach that made her want to slap the stupid beast right across his self-righteous nose. She knew Eva could pick up that she was bristling, and was taking that anger into herself, molding her own opinions of the man before them and that wasn't really helpful for either of them right now. Ilana tapped her foot on the ground, deciding against deriding him for his idiotic orders and instead dealing with him with the patience of a teacher with an ornery child.
"They are pokecollars. Generally they go on your neck," Ilana explained, gesturing to Evangeline's collar, a pretty thing done up to look much like a choker necklace than a restrictive item, "But it doesn't matter that Eva wrist-watched yours, because it means you can't leave. You've 50 feet of leash before it runs out, so you are locked within 50 feet of me. This was developed because Pokemorphs tended to break the balls they were in--even a Master Ball cannot hold one that doesn't enjoy his time there long. This cannot be broken, and solves the problem of keeping a Pokemorph in a ball they do not find comfortable."
"Now, as for the question: you aren't beyond my skills, or I wouldn't have caught you. It wasn't easy, but it was done. No sense being a spoiled sport over it. If you want to have a wrestling match with Evangeline, that's your prerogative. It's perfectly natural for two pokemon to practice and play with one another." She was a bit condescending, but it was returned like for like by the giant Arcanine that even Evangeline only stood up to the chest of. Ilana would have her nose buried somewhere around his belly-button standing at 4'11". She waved her hand to the side in dismissal of some unspoken thought.
"Evangeline wears hers for show, as she honestly prefers her ball and I run no risk and question not at all her loyalties." Throughout the whole of the conversation, Evangeline had stood perfectly still in the drenching sprinkler-induced rain. Her eyes hadn't left him, but she had made no move to speak or interrupt her master's words. This boy wouldn't be a benefit to their team, she suspected gravely. If he needed her to best him one-on-one, it would be a great amount of time before she could even think to try and no doubt he would stop being lazy and begin practicing to assure her ultimate defeat. Eva was a powerful pokemorph. She had no doubts in her own abilities, but if both were to practice, he would surely stay ahead of her.
"And we are all caught up and know everything we need to know about one another." Ilana concluded with a step toward the door, ignoring any other questions that might arise for the moment as she unsealed the lock with a key she pulled from her hair. Leaning out, she flipped the sprinklers off, the water draining out through the small holes in the floor of the basement's room. "I'm going to go retrieve a change of clothes for myself and Eva. Try and play nice." It was a simple statement, Ilana more than aware that if Eva had wanted it, she could simply retreat back into the ball and seal the case it was settled in. The only indication it was hers was a small E carved lovingly into its red paint in a calligraphy that was less than perfect. The young master made her way up the stairs toward her room, releasing the leash out to a further point without making anyone aware so she didn't tug on either of them while moving through the house.
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Even before Ilana had left Arcanine and Evangeline alone in the basement, the fire-typed pokemorph could tell that arguing his perspective of the situation with either of them was quite pointless. This girl was as much of a spoiled brat as his previous human 'master' had been and Evangeline was clearly one of those morphs that never tasted freedom. Perhaps she was captured immediately after being released. Perhaps she had never truly been released in the first place. It wasn't Arcanine's place to guess or ask and, frankly, he did not care. Neither would understand that he, as a being of free-will, wanted merely to be free and left alone.
Still, he knew that he must try to make Evangeline understand him. He didn't know why that it was necessary, but he truly felt that it was something that needed to be done. Call it infatuation; call it love at first sight; call it what you will, but some emotion that Arcanine could not understand made him want this espeon to understand him.
"Your master is presumptuous," the tall fiery creature said as he turned his attention back to the other pokemorph. "I can tell by that look in your eyes that you aren't anymore pleased about me being here now than I am. It speaks for your ignorance on what you and your master are trying to do."
Unlike Ilana, Arcanine was not trying to sound condescending. The matter at hand, however, needed to be stressed and it needed to be made quite clearly. "If you and your master cannot deal with my attitude with a little more patience and finesse then you should stick to capturing and training your standard pokemon. Most of our kind that are in the wild are there because that is where they want to be and they will fight to the last breathe to stay there."
As Arcanine spoke, he moved across the room until he was standing in front of Evangeline, towering over her as he had done earlier that day on the battlefield. "The humans who changed us changed all pokemon equally - both trained and wild. Most of the trained pokemorphs, as I can only assume you were by your demeanor with your master, returned to humans after their transformation. The wild ones remained wild, of course. The difference now is that those wild pokemon no longer live off of instinct. They now live off of true free will and they won't just submit if they choose not to. Your goal puts your master's life in significant danger."
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Left alone, Evangeline was looking across the room at a towering mass of muscle and power. His fur was wet as hers, and the clothing he wore clung to every curve of him in much the same way hers clung to her. Evangeline listened to his words and carefully considered each of the potent threats and pieces of information as someone picking up clues to a large puzzle. He crossed the room as he spoke, and the Espeon girl was curious as to what his goals were as he spoke. She was curious until he closed the distance between them and stood within her personal space. Her eyebrows knit together in curious concern, and she considered stepping back but held off for the moment.
"You're very right." She spoke plainly and calmly, a smile painted on her lips to hide the nervous energy that was crackling between them, her breasts mere centimeters from being pressed against his abs with how close he had decided to stand, emphasizing his height as she had to tilt her head back to look upward at him, her ears pinned backward, "I don't find it pleasant that you are here." Her eyes closed and she sighed softly, "But it was my Master's wish, and I will not question it."
She almost felt bad for him, but the seed of guilt would not take root--not against Ilana. His freedom, equality, joy and pleasure meant nothing to her when held up against Ilana's goals. When weighing the needs of this stranger, no matter how handsome, against her most valued connection in life, morality and kindness drifted away like dust in a strong breeze and left her with no ambiguity. It was a terrifying thought, but in that moment, she realized she would torture another creature if it meant Ilana's wishes were fulfilled.
When her eyes opened again, it was with a sparkle that could only be called menacing. Her smile, unwavering, took on a hostile glint around sharp canines as she locked eyes with him. "But, since you are being so kind as to inform me of my ignorance, allow me to inform you of yours." Her tail swung behind her in a tell-tale sign of her irritation. "Ilana is not weak, nor am I. And if you harm her, I will find you while you sleep deeply." It was almost a seductive tone that came from her mouth as she leaned up on her toes to whisper quietly, "No matter how long it takes... and I will kill you."
When she rocked back on her feet, she was smiling warmly. Her entire body language hid every hint that she had just threatened him. Evangeline was not often violent--she preferred not to be--but any threat, even the most harmlessly intended, on Ilana's life made the Espeon's hackles raise. She did not want to imagine a life without Ilana, and she would die trying to kill anyone who took that away from her. She turned from him and began a short walk across the floor, putting distance between the sparking air between them.
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Arcanine could only smirk at Evangeline's threat once she had turned her back to him. She had a fire unlike any female that he had encountered - bravery, strength, determination, beauty, and a protective spirit that rivaled his own. She would have made an absolutely outstanding mate if it weren't for the fact that she was very clearly put-off by the male pokemorph. Of course, that did not mean that Arcanine would stop trying. Quite the contrary, he had one more thing that he wanted to try to catch her interest before he retreated back into his pokeball to dry off.
If Evangeline's human emotions were going to obstruct her from seeing Arcanine as a suitable mate, then he would need to tap into her raw instinct. This would, in all reality, have been the way for him to go from the start. Evangeline was a captive pokemorph, and Arcanine was wild. He simply lacked certain etiquette that a tamed pokemon would like. Evangeline, however, would still have all of the instinct that she was born with. Repressed or not, they would still be there. No amount of training or genetic experimentation could change the creature that she had been born as.
Knowing that it was crucial for a perspective male to demonstrate and establish a clear chain of dominance when first encountering a female, there was only one thing to do - establish himself before Evangeline retreated to either her pokeball or to the stairwell where Ilana had gone. With that in mind, Arcanine's right hand shot out and made a grab for the espeon's braid. If he managed to grab her, then he would pull her back into him until her back was against his torso.
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The Espeon wasn't going to leave him alone down here initially. She had just wanted space between them so she wasn't barely a centimeter away from his body with her own absorbing his heat like it was drinking a fine wine. It was with no lack of surprise that she felt her braid fall into his grasp and pull at the back of her head with a force that snapped her head back and caused her to stumble back into him.
He hadn't seemed upset when she had turned, so she hadn't expected any sort of assault. If Evangeline had noticed even slightly that he had been attracted to her and not just trying to intimidate her, she would have perhaps connected the dots and been prepared for him to use his physical prowess against her slender, much more specialized to her magics, form. Her hands swung out to catch herself, landing against his hips and catching the jeans to keep herself from falling as she thought she might. Her tail fell between his legs, her head against the bottom of his chest and his crotch was nestled against the small of her back.
She froze in confusion as her eyes snapped upward to his face. She thought it was a fight she had been dragged back into, and she was fully prepared to defend herself if necessary.
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The assault that Evangeline had been prepared to defend herself from did not come. In fact, the male seemed to be taking a more protective stance over her than anything. While his right hand remained tightly clasped around her braid, his free hand rose to about the height of Evangeline's midriff and his wet, muscular arm wrapped itself around her much smaller frame. Meanwhile, he had lowered his gaze so that their eyes could meet. If his intentions had been construed before, there was no mistaking them now.
"I was not threatening your little master, Evangeline. I am merely warning you of the dangers that the two of you will face in your quest for this 'perfect team'. I did not attack the two of you when I was released in this room because I once belonged to a small human child myself back before this change. I know that most humans mean well and while I would prefer to still be out on my rock, I know all too well that I am stuck here and that I will have to make the most of it. You can rely on me when it is absolutely necessary." Arcanine's voice was much softer than before. There was still a growl lining every word of his speech but it wasn't an aggressive one. Perhaps it was just a side effect of a pokemorph speaking the human tongue so rarely.
"You can tell your master yourself that she is welcome to call on me when there is an immediate danger to you or herself, but otherwise I will not just accept this situation for what it is. I liked being free. If you can understand and respect that, then there is no reason that you and I cannot get along. You can pass that on to your master as well."
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Evangeline listened to his words lined with a growl that sounded like an almost seductive purr now that she had suddenly been made aware that this was flirtation. The girl's cheeks turned a bright red and her eyes got wide, the hard look in them melting immediately into an embarrassed and slightly giddy nervous glance back and forth between his eyes and his lips. She moved her hands from his hips to in front of her and turned her head down suddenly, unable to escape the closeness of her body next to his with him holding her braid captive.
"I see. My apologies. I mistook you." She muttered, tail sliding between her legs and away from between his. Her hands clasped together in front of her as she stared at her feet, her voice becoming light and demure again, "Ilana is a strong girl, and smart--much smarter than me--I do not fear anything while we are together." She nodded her head, "And I will tell her.. um... what you said. Or you can tell her. Whichever you prefer."
She reached her hands up over her shoulder to grasp his hand around her braid and begin loosening his fingers around it, gently coaxing him to release his hold on her so she could now escape up the stairs to Ilana's room and away from this intensely strange situation. Evangeline had never had anyone really attracted to her. She certainly hadn't had any Pokemorph express attraction for her. She didn't know how to react, and as such, she was wanting desperately to excuse herself from the situation.
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Evangeline's reaction to this situation was exactly what Arcanine had been hoping for. Bringing her close to him, establishing a degree of protective control over her, and appealing to her natural submissiveness had melted that stone-cold wall of bitch that the espeon woman had put up and had turned her into a confused and conflicted little companion ripe for turning into a mate. Now was not the time to continue, however. Even if Arcanine could fully tap into the espeon's raw instinct and make her want him as though she were in heat, Evangeline wasn't an ordinary pokemon. Her instinct could be overridden by free-will and rational thought just as easily as her it could override them. He had her attention now. If he pushed too hard, he could push her back away.
With that in mind, Arcanine allowed the espeon girl to loosen his grip on her braided hair. In turn, he removed his arm from her midriff to allow her to move away from him again, as he was sure she desperately wanted to do. It seemed like the best course of action, given the circumstances. The male pokemorph had managed to appeal to Evangeline's instinctual side but now he would also need to repair some of the damage that had been done to her rational opinion of him.
It was then that Arcanine realized just how big of a pain in the ass it was going to be to 'court' a pokemorph. He had a basic understanding of human relationships due to his time as the pet of that rich little girl who had become a rich young woman by the time that Team Plasma had stole him. Still, he wasn't courting a woman. No matter how much Evangeline liked Arcanine on a human level, her instinctual side would need to be just as invested in him. He desperately hoped that this female was going to be worth the effort.
On top of needing to conquer both of Evangeline's natures, Arcanine would also need to tolerate Ilana. Putting up with a self-entitled little bitch of a trainer like Ilana had made herself out to be wouldn't be easy for him. For a being so accustomed to doing things his own way, pursuing Evangeline would be a living hell.
"You tell her," Arcanine spoke as he removed his hands from Evangeline. "My interest in you will not change my opinion of your master. She might make you happy, but I have made my point on how important my freedom was to me. Until she gives me good reason to trust and respect her, she will need to speak to me through you."
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With a breath of relief, Evangeline escaped his grip. Freed to her own space, she straightened her stance and put a few more feet between them as her ears kept their full attention on the Arcanine behind her. She shrugged a shoulder in response to him, amused by his distinction that Ilana had took his freedom and leaving no blame with the Espeon who had assisted. She decided that she didn't mind if he justified her actions outside of Ilana's, as long as it made this relationship bearable for all of them. If Ilana was alright with him talking to her through Evangeline, then she was alright with it, and that would be the end of that. If not, well, he'd have to be put out again.
"That's fine, then." She confirmed, simply, her obvious allegiances clear. The girl slipped out of the room to the stairs and trotted up it, leaving a trail of water in her wake. She gave only one last glance over her shoulder at the man in the basement before disappearing.
Ilana had packed up clothing of hers and dried herself with a towel. She had abandoned the wet clothes in a hamper and replaced them with a pair of shorts and a simple tank-top. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail so it didn't soggy her white shirt and make her lack of a bra at the moment obvious, as she was in a hurry and didn't want to leave Eva standing wet for any longer than she had to. An exploration of her clothes found her a skirt and another tight tank top that she picked up along with a towel. It wasn't that Eva didn't have her own clothing, only that the two of them never were organized enough to keep them apart from each other, and in a pinch it was hard to tell what was hers and what was the Espeon's.
The black haired girl had arrived at the top of the stairs when Eva was coming up, her cheeks red and her breath a little fluttery from frustration. Ilana's eyebrows raised in curiosity, which only sent the poor Espeon into a fit of nervous laughter and a bunch of silly excuses as to why she was rushing away so fast. The good news was, Ilana was as obtuse as her partner to the ways of attraction and she had no idea why Eva was acting the way she was acting. The bad news was that Eva was acting like a fool, and it caused Ilana to question if something bad had happened to her.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine! Fine, fine, fine! Hahahaha!" Eva waved her hands in front of her while Ilana pranced around her a moment to check for any bruises, only noting that her hair was slightly loosened.
"Here, take these." Ilana handed the clothes to Evangeline and started down the stairs with a frown.
"No, no! It's alright. He says he'll work with us just fine, but he doe... I mean.." Evangeline stopped as Ilana looked over her shoulder, realizing that she was just about to basically order her Master to stop. It was well-intended, but it would only inflame their tempers toward each other, "My apologies. I am acting odd. He says he will be available to be called upon in dire need and will assist." Her calm voice made Ilana's worry subside for a moment, before she nodded and continued her trek.
Ilana re-entered the room with a simple task in mind. It would be painless as long as he could manage not to be an ass, "Do you want to stay in the ball or would you like a room?" She paused before explaining, "It's a big house with a wing dedicated for me and mine. At least until we start travelling, nobody needs to be uncomfortable. Of course, if you'd rather not be forced to interact with us, I understand. But I need to know your preference."
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By the time that Ilana had made her way back downstairs, Arcanine had made his way across the basement room and retrieved the pokeball that he had been captured in. Disgust pooled in the pit of stomach as he stood there, staring down at the master ball that rested in his hand. He had been freed by Team Plasma. He had been made an equal to humanity so that he would never again have to serve as someone's pet or put on display. Yet here he was, captured by a human child. The only highlight that could be found about his situation was Evangeline, whom was easily the most radiant creature that he had ever seen. She might have been his species exactly, but she was a pokemorph.
When Ilana entered the room, the male pokemorph turned his attention from the ball in his hand to the small human girl. Before he could think of anything to say, however, Ilana had began speaking. It was for the better. Before the human girl had offered him and sense of freedom in that moment, whatever would have come out of his mouth would have been venomous. Arcanine knew that to get close to Evangeline, he would need to hold his tongue to this girl.
When Ilana was finished, Arcanine held his right arm up to her, again displaying the collar that had been put on his wrist. "If you are interested in making me comfortable then remove this accursed device. There is no need for you to concern yourself with where I sleep. I will make my own arrangements outside." The pokemorph's tone had returned to the cold demure that it had held before now that Evangeline was gone.
"Before you argue, I'll have you know that this is actually my second preferred option. I think that my first would have even less of a chance of being acceptable in your eyes."
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Ilana shook her head, her wet hair swaying behind her with the action as she crossed the room and picked up the gently handled standard ball in the open case that belonged to Evangeline. Her feet were cold against the still-damp floor as she placed the ball between her hands almost lovingly then moved over to him, reaching her hand out for the ball in his hand, "That's not the way the world works, and you know it." Her pretty blue eyes turned up toward him and flashed almost apologetically. She had far too much to do to be allowing him to get away, even if they couldn't work together without Evangeline nearby.
"But you can sleep outside if you want." She shrugged, tossing the ball up and catching it out of the air in front of her. She observed how large he was with a bit of awe now that she was standing close to him. It was a lot more intimidating when her straight look forward came to his well-formed abs. She had only ever interacted with Evangeline as she had grown up with her, and a male pokemorph made her question how one might interact with someone--not to mention someone who insisted that they were equals, which they were, they were different, though. He had super powers, which made him better than a human, and she had technology to catch him, which made her better than a Pokemorph. Equals. Justdifferent.That was the way the world was.
It's so wierd.She couldn't say he wasn't attractive, but he was strange. He was at least distinctive--not like Evangeline. She hadn't ever realized that the Pokemorphs and humans could very well be attracted. Now that she thought about it, she had overlooked glances at Eva prior. She shooed the thought out of her mind and distracted herself with a question that would inevitably set her teeth on edge again, "What do you mean your first would have been unacceptable? Did you want to sleep on the kitchen counter or something?" She had just chosen the most awkward and weird possibility that she could think of.
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The arcanine scoffed at Ilana when she rejected his request to have this forsaken collar removed from him. The collar was an even bigger insult to his freedom than being captured was and it would serve as an unmanageable source of animosity between he and Ilana. At least being captured meant that he still had room to run, to explore, to do as he saw fit with the time granted to him outside of his pokeball. This collar, however, robbed him of even that. He was bound to this human child's very physical proximity. That might have been well and good for Evangeline but it would not settle well with the arcanine and would settle even worse with any truly wild pokemon that Ilana caught.
"I have little interest in escaping, child," the arcanine stated in defense of his request, ignoring Ilana's question. "If I was interested in getting away from here at any cost then it would take no effort for me to break that pretty little neck of yours and walk out of here with or without your consent. Fortunately for you, I am no killer and I do not believe that this course of action would sit well with your Evangeline."
Again, he held his arm up, this time thrusting it out so that the collar was right in front of Ilana. "I am asking simply for the ability to roam and do as I wish with the time allotted to me outside of that accursed ball. If you are looking for some sort of guarantee that I will not leave, I cannot give you one that would mean anything to you."
With that, the arcanine waited there with his arm before the girl. His attitude toward her would be greatly affected by what she did with this opportunity. She could free him and he would think much more highly of her while staying willingly in the hopes of finding a mate in Evangeline. On the other hand she could deny him and only make things more bitter between herself and her new pokemon who would stay by force and still pursue Evangeline.
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"If you were a danger, I'd not come near you." She remarked, the threat sitting irritably in her stomach. "And if you reached out for me, I'd press a button and you'd be gone." She held the ball up, reminding him of the advantages on both sides of the playing field, keeping her thumb on the button just in case he decided to strike out at her.
"Why should I trust your promise to come back? It was a task to catch you, and what if someone else catches you while you're out sleeping in the grass, hm? There would be nothing to stop them from taking you--at least this," She pointed to the collar he wore as a wristband, "will keep you from being run off with." She looked frustrated as her hand moved up into her hair. She didn't want to fight with her damn team constantly, and she wanted to offer up some good will to make him stop being such a jerk.
But if she lost the damn Arcanine Pokemorph the day she had caught it because she decided to be a damn softy, what would she do?
"Agree to sleep in the wing for now, and I'll remove it. Once I've caught another wild like you, you can go in pairs so one can watch the other when you sleep. I don't mind you running free when you are awake; I just want you to bed down where it would be difficult to be snuck up on." Ilana thought the compromise was pretty good--a show of good faith on both sides with no hostile intention from her. It was better if he was happy--it was proven repeatedly that unhappy Pokemon were weaker for arguing with their trainers.
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The removal of the collar would go much farther in reducing the static between Ilana and her new arcanine than she could ever hope to imagine. The agreement to sleep in the wing was a little drastic for Arcanine's taste but he did understand her reasoning behind it. Besides, Arcanine saw a way to twist this agreement in his favor so that he would gain a great benefit from it in exchange for the need to sleep indoors at night. He did not see any reason that Ilana would not agree.
"I will agree to these terms on one condition. My kind are rare, as I am sure you know, and to find us in the wild is even more extraordinary. If I am to be expected to sleep indoors until a second wild pokemorph can be captured then Evangeline will serve as my companion in the meantime. I understand that a primped and cared for pokemon such as her will not have any interest in sleeping outside at night so I will stay in the wing with her nightly if you desire. If I have the urge to nap out in the sun during the day, however, she will accompany me so that I may. That request is fair, is it not?"
As Arcanine spoke, his arm remained in place in front of the little human girl. He waited patiently for the collar to be removed now that he and his new trainer had reached an agreement on the status of Arcanine's freedom. He would be allowed to wander as he needed, so long as he had someone with him and he would have an excuse to spend alone time with Evangeline. Though this wasn't what the male morph had had in mind initially, this was truly even better than he could have hoped, save the sleeping indoors at night.
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Ilana shrugged her shoulders, the only problem with that plan was that she wasn't going to order Evangeline to do anything or risk herself needlessly on his napping whimsies. "You'll have your own room at night, but I'll request she escort you so you can nap freely in the grass during the day. I'm sure she won't mind." Ilana took that to mean it was resolved and moved to remove the clasp on the Pokemorph's wrist, releasing it with a pass of the ring over its release clasp that was barely noticeable and taking it into her hand.
She sighed, shaking her pretty head back and forth before turning and heading back for the stair well with a gesture, "I'll show you your room." She took the stairs two at a time, bouncing up toward the top of them as she glanced down afterward, her damp hair curling extensively as it attempted to dry.
She led him up to the East Wing, passing her own bedroom where she knew Evangeline had gone to dry off and change. The only bathroom up here was connected to her bedroom, which might cause a little bit of awkwardness now that she had caught a male, but Ilana's father hadn't cared to add an extra bathroom when he tacked on all her little rooms for her new abode. She opened a door to a room right across from hers and Eva's, fairly spartan in its decor but with a nice dresser and a comfortable bed. She had chosen this room, with the large window that reached the ground. It was the closest she had to an outdoor room, so it seemed appropriate.
"There."
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Once he had been freed, the arcanine followed closely behind Ilana as she led him to his new bedroom. He hadn't been able to see it before through his blind hatred, but Ilana wasn't bad looking for a human girl. She was smaller than Evangeline, and not nearly as radiant, of course, but still not bad to look at. If he had to be captured, at least it had been by a cute female trainer, he supposed. Male pokemon, much like a prized racehorse, required just a little extra 'care' to keep them in tip-top shape and being a pokemorph, there was a trace of human vanity in him that would have prevented a male trainer or a regular pokemon from fulfilling that need.
When the pair reached his bedroom, arcanine did not so much as look inside. He didn't much care what his room looked like because he would be spending as little time indoors as he could manage. Besides, there was another matter that needed resolved first. Instead, his eyes remained fixed on Ilana.
"It has been a long time since I was last captive," he spoke in a much warmer tone that he had used with Ilana before. "I have minimized my human contact in the years since my transformation and have no given name. Even when I was captured before, the family only addressed me as Growlithe or Arcanine. Are you going to give me one or are you going to dance around the subject and address me directly when there is no one else around that you could be speaking to?"
As he had done in the basement, the arcanine crossed his arms over his chest in a rather stand-offish fashion. He did not want to give this human girl the wrong idea. He did not care about her or her goals but he would keep the peace between them if it increased his chances with Evangeline. After all, the chances of him finding another morph in the wild to spend 'quality' time with was slim.
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Ilana blinked and glanced back at him as he took his standard power-pose, towering over her as he caught her off guard with what was normally a very mundane question. She had named Evangeline with a game when they were both much smaller, and she doubted such a silly catch game would entertain someone as proud and powerful as a fully grown--or at least she hoped he was fully grown--Arcanine.
"I hadn't considered that you didn't already have one and were just keeping it from me." She admitted, turning herself to face him as she leaned against the doorframe with her hands behind her, the moon giving a silver outline to her curvaceous chest. Her blue eyes caught the light and reflected it with dazzling effect. Her hair was illuminated with a clear silver halo, the black strands becoming pools of liquid shadow in the dark hall and room, since no lights had been left on when she had started down. Ilana was a moon child, and she looked best at night.
"Would you like to choose a name to be called by, or would you like me to give you one? Eva and I both just collaborated on one for her, but we were both much younger than we are now, so I give you leave to decide how you would best like to be addressed." Not a word of it was harsh or condescending, although it was painfully formal. Ilana speaking in any other way seemed a foreign concept. She never looked away or avoided his gaze, and her posture never slumped or shied away from any fight. She radiated confidence equal to his, and an arrogance to match, but in a smaller--much smaller--package.
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Though the arcanine hated to acknowledge it, Ilana really did look quite attractive there in the moonlight. This was one of the things that he hated most about being fully sentient and, in a sense, half human. He wanted to hate this girl so badly but as she stood there, looking as beautiful as a star-lit night sky, he just couldn't. He was a pokemon and he knew that he shouldn't find humans appealing but he couldn't help it. Even if Alana was no match for Evangeline, she was still gorgeous and she appealed to his male urges all the same. Perhaps it was time to introduce Ilana to the special care that males required.
"You are the trainer," he said very matter-of-factly. "It is your duty to pick the names of your partner pokemon. In fact, you have a handful of duties that you are expected to perform as a pokemon trainer and while Evangeline does not hold you to them because she idolizes you, I will expect them to be carried out."
The arcanine uncrossed his arms and held one arm out, resting it against the wall and cutting off Ilana's route back into the hall. If she wanted to get away from him, she would have to move into the room that she had just designated as his. "Food and shelter are very basic needs and it certainly seems that you have those under control. You've given me the freedom that I need to wander and train. You've even given me a space of my own - unexpected but appreciated. The only thing that I am concerned about is how healthy you ensure yourself to keep your partners. Unlike Evangeline, I am male, and I will require an additional piece of care. You do know what I am referring to, don't you?"
The tall male pokemorph's eyes were locked on Ilana's. The look in them would have surely let the girl know, if she was aware of what he was talking about, that he was entirely serious on this matter. Of course, any serious pokemon trainer would have gotten the hint and known how important it was to maintaining a male's stamina and performance. Arcanine was willing to bet that Ilana had no taken this into consideration when she had caught a male morph. If she did, perhaps she had intended for Evangeline to handle that aspect of the fire pokemorph. He would not argue if that were the case.
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"If you'd be alright with me naming you, then I suppose we can go with something simple like .. Arc? You seem like the kind of boy who doesn't want a ton of syllables. Evangeline liked her name long." She didn't know how to feel particularly comfortable with giving a sentient creature names without any input from them. She could hear the sound of Evangeline cleaning her room across the way where the light slipped out from under her door into the dark hallway.
He leaned forward, his body blocking her view of the hall as his hand came across her escape and held the door frame. He was suffocating her with how close he was. Her eyes met his, confused by the intensity within them as she felt her body react to his heat but couldn't identify exactly why. She felt unbearably warm, and her breath stopped unwittingly without any input of her own.
Her eyebrows raised, the idea of what he was inferring was not coming across to the girl. As a young woman with a record of exactly 0 physical exploits, the thought he was trying to convey wordlessly was not possible to get across without saying it aloud. She stood expectantly, her blue eyes staring at him with the silver highlights emphasizing every curve on his adequately muscled body. Her body motion was clearly asking for him to be perfectly straight forward, annoyed with him for dancing around the subject.
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However annoyed that Ilana was that 'Arc' was beating around the bush, he was equally annoyed that this girl dared think herself a great trainer when she could not pick up on the hints that he was dropping so clearly. While the terms of servicing male pokemorphs weren't something that the Pokemon League was prepared to deal with in the public light, it was something of a large issue of ethics that took place in the backrooms of many League establishments. Some claimed that sentience meant that servicing male pokemorphs was a true sexual act and that sex with a pokemon, even a sentient one, should be a violation of some bestiality law. Others claimed that sentience gave them a right to choose and love who they wished and that if they wished to mate with a human in any way, shape, or form, that the two consenting sentient had that right. In this sense, Team Plasma had created a political nightmare.
A great sigh passed through Arc's lips before he gave another shot at explaining this. "Male pokemon need to be serviced in special ways, Ilana," he said in a calm tone, using her name for the first time in an attempt to appeal to her. "These special services are things that you could only ever do to a male - hence why Evangeline does not need this kind of care. To males, it is akin to the act of mating. You must see to it that your males are serviced regularly to relieve stress and ensure that everything is working properly. Without this care, it cannot be assured that we can function at our highest peak of performance."
He was sure that Ilana would understand what he was talking about now. He was also sure that she would be disgusted and appalled at the concept. Sure, being self-aware meant that Arc could 'service' himself but such an act was not as fulfilling as the proper way of doing things. If this girl wanted to be a trainer then she was going to need to take the bad with the good. With the right to train pokemon, came the responsibility to care for them.
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Ilana's cheeks turned crimson, a mirror of the way Evangeline had looked at him earlier but with far more indignance in those sparkling blue eyes. She did step away into his room, putting immediate distance between them, storming away like he had suggested she might murder her young before she turned on him, her curls flying over one of her shoulders with the momentum as her knitted eyebrows furrowed and her sharp eyes glared at him, "I find that incredibly stupid." It was a simple statement, her arms crossing over her chest as she glowered at him, "You're no less sentient than a human and you have a hand. Moreover," Her hands moved to her hips as she leaned forward, her voice low so as not to bother Eva with this callous chatter, "A woman has the same damn needs. You do fine in the wild without a hole to bury yourself in; you aren't any less capable when you don't have it, so you can act like a fucking man and earn a girlfriend." She was hissing the words now, so enraged by the very thought of the entitlement a male had to have to even consider that it was theirrightto have a woman. If he thought for a moment that she'd just offer Evangeline to him to deal with his perceived problems, he was out of his damn mind.
Her hair was coming loose with how much she was gesturing, making the whispered words seem like screams. Her curls fell into her face, obscuring her vision and giving her a ragged look of a woman who had been tossed about. Her eyes were wild, flashing with anger. She took a deep breath and stood up straight, shaking her head, reigning in the anger she felt as she stared at him in the doorway. Her fingers flexed as if she had claws she needed to rake over his back and tear him to shreds.
She raked her fingers through her hair instead, pushing the wayward curls back away from her face as she took a deep breath of calming air. Her body was stretched out for a brief moment, the tank-top raising high to display her flat white tummy before her hands dropped back to her sides, "To put it plainly: No. No, you will do what you need to do and expect no help along from Eva unless you properly quart her and she agrees."
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Arc just scoffed at Ilana's reaction, not that it had surprised him. While the pokemon side of him knew that it needed the services of a female to ease the additional stress brought on from living in captivity, the human side of him understood why Ilana might be so upset by his insinuations. Being all human, Ilana could not hope to understand the needs of Arc's pokemon nature. Maybe if Evangeline had been wild, Ilana would have already have ways of dealing with this, but the Espeon seemed to have been born into human captivity.
"In the wild, these needs aren't as important," Arc spoke in a quite tone, also not wanting to alert Evangeline of the discussion happening across the hall. "I am not like Evangeline, whom you are accustomed to working with and whom you have been training with for years. While I used to be captive, I was wild before that and have been wild since my change. When a pokemon has been in the wild for extended periods of time, working closely with you trainers can put a lot of mental stress on us and mating, along with similar acts, helps to relieve that stress. I can tell you from experience that these hands are hardly a substitute."
Strangely, Arc was not raising his voice or talking down to Ilana as he had done in the basement. Now that the little human had removed his collar, he was willing to work calmly and rationally with her. Rather than make demands, he was prepared to explain himself, to learn, and to teach.
"This is not an issue exclusive to me," he continued. "Any wild pokemon that you capture from here on out are going to have the same needs to help them cope with such a drastic life change. While you are right in female pokemon having the same needs, those needs come along only during their mating cycles. For males, it is a much more constant issue."
"Further more, I said nothing of expecting Evangeline to aid me with this. You are my trainer and this is your responsibility - be it through release from your own actions or the actions of a suitable partner assigned to the duty. To be frank, I would prefer Eva not to be assigned to such a task unless she truly wished it. I had already planned to pursue her as a potential mate. If it was not for her, I would have been out of here the moment that you removed that accursed collar."
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The ominous air was crackling between them. She was horrified doubly by his suggestion that she should do this for him and the idea that he would pursueherEvangeline while even thinking that was enough to make the girl want to slay him where he stood. The animosity was palpable, her upper lip snarling. This was flagrant abuse and backward thinking, and she wouldn't stand for it. "You're daft!" Her formality had disappeared at the instant, her eyes flashing violently.
"You're a big boy--go find someone to rut in the woods. If you just need something better than a hand, I'm sure I could purchase you a very good blow-up doll." She was trying so hard to maintain some form of dignity that when she stood up straight with her hands in front of her body, looking prim and proper with her hair a mess, she was the most regally disheveled princess the moonlight could have ever silhouetted with the window at her back.
"And anyway, you're out of your mind if you think you'd be having sex with someone else and be pursuing Eva. How dare you even suggest it!" That time, she was acting a bit naive as she considered it. Sure, Eva had shared her life with her since they were both kids and they even rarely slept apart, the habits of their relationship from children just growing up with them, but they were both young women now and Ilana had no real idea if Eva cared if her partner was promiscuous or not. Ilana, on the other hand, cared a great deal. The half-assed excuse that he seemed to have--that his mental stress couldn't be carried without someone to fuck--left her speechless.
"Nevermind. That's Eva's call to make," She backpedalled, rounding on her train of thought as her hand raised to the bridge of her nose. "We had a deal, and while I completely understand that a real hole is better than your hand, that's the way relationships work. You work for something and get it. If you like Evangeline, you can work for it and earn the upgrade." She was talking about it like it was a part of a technological piece of equipment, formalizing it so she didn't have to think about the lewd nature of what she was speaking, even if her cheeks were painted with the proof of it.
"This is your responsibility as a sentient male. If you are still an animal, I can get you a pokemon. I'm sure I can find one big enough to accommodate you." She hadn't been commenting on the size of his member, but rather his stature, although the way it sounded made her blush extend further across his face, "If you want someone like me or Eva, you'd better get to being a hell of a lot more charming."
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It was quite clear now that Ilana could not be reasoned with. She was human and had always been human, where he was a pokemon who had only been granted a sense of 'humanity' in recent years. There was no hope of her understanding the surprising fragile mental states of pokemorphs who combined human-like intelligence and sentience with raw animalistic instinct. Even Evangeline, who was a pokemorph herself, would not fully be able to understand him because it did not seem as though she was ever wild. Both this little master and her life-long companion were going to be in for quite the wakeup call when they discovered their next pokemorph. It would probably make this arcanine look like a delightful peach with the etiquette of a queen's guard.
"You have made your point quite clear," Arc said flatly while stepping further into the room that would be his and advancing toward the window. "You should know, however, that this has been common practice for as long as humans and pokemon have been working together. Males take extra care, but with that extra care comes greater reward. We are larger and stronger than our female counterparts - at least that is the case with most breeds, my own included. If you ever hope to go to the heights of the league championship then you will need to swallow your pride and see that they are properly tended to."
Once he was at his window, he searched for a way to open it. It didn't take him more than a few moments to find the lock and open the glass panel to let some fresh air into the room. Once he had done this, he sat himself down on the window sill facing Ilana.
"Alternatively, I would advise you collecting female morphs to whom you are not attached for this purpose or marching into the League with a team comprised of female pokemorphs exclusively. To the latter, I wish you luck in scouring the world for wild pokemorphs of any specific type. Your goal will not be easy and it is going to put in one of those troublesome 'take what you can get' situations."
Maybe Ilana didn't notice because she was so flustered, but this pokemorph knew an awful lot about the guidelines for training and the Pokemon League to have been wild. In reality, he had been his old owner's prized show-stopper for Pokemon Contests. It wasn't a part of his history that he was particularly proud of, so he didn't bring it up. Even back then, back before he was 'awakened', as Team Plasma had put it, he would have rather been fighting than showing off and jumping through rings of fire.
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Ilana blinked as a sudden realization came over her that he was referring to a simple, almost folk-tale idea that a male Pokemon performed better after a good boffing. Her brother had explained to her the concept a while ago, probably a few years, in jest. He commented that some trainers had done it to hopefully give their beasts an edge over the better trained competition, but it rarely helped cover the gaps and sometimes made the beasts more drowsy. Since Pokemon weren't an unintelligent breed of animals, their ability to communicate clearly proven, the very idea of servicing them was highly suspect to some trainers, her family included. The idea was so ludicrous that Ilana almost laughed, but caught herself before making the incredibly rude gesture and provoking him further.
"I see." She refrained from insulting him by asking if that was what his previous trainers had done to him, and that was why he was so well-informed and, nay, insistent on the treatment now--a treatment that no other Pokemon nor Pokemorph would usually consider their right--especially not one who had been wild all its life and knew nothing but the feral caress of nature. "Your hand will do just fine to relieve your stress. If it pleases you, you can pretend its mine." The very idea was a little more lewd than she wanted to think about. She half-assedly attempted to calm herself by considering that he probably had little attraction for her anyway, and that it would certainly be Eva's hand he fancied, but that unsurprisingly did not deter her embarrassment at all.
With the moon at his back and nothing but a silhouette of dark shadows and highlights of silver, he was certainly a work of art. It wasn't as if he'd have any problem seducing a woman if he set his mind to it, so Ilana's sympathy didn't extend far. If he was proper with her, Eva could easily fall hard for him, she was sure. Though Ilana's natural distrust and jealousy welled up in the pit of her stomach, she stomped it down, silencing the voices that told her to get rid of him before he drove a wedge she couldn't repair between herself and her best friend. She didn't know what she was more jealous of--the fact that Evangeline might start paying more attention to someone besides herself, or the fact that she was so much excess garbage, just a servant meant to fulfill some twisted need for contact while he fantasized about her best friend.
Ilana suddenly, for the first time in her life, felt self-conscious.
It was a consuming pain that gnawed at her stomach, willing her to bow her head. She didn't listen to its cries, keeping her chin high and her gaze locked solidly with his until she deemed it appropriate to close her eyes and turn herself toward the door to exit, with a soft but curt, "Good Evening."
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The archaic practice that Ilana's family was so eager to scoff at did have its places in the annals of trainer history. Though her family was justified in their jest at the expense of the practice, as it was not something that was guaranteed to work an did, on occasion, cause ill effects, it did work in some cases. Arc was one such case. Though he would not argue the details of whether or not he had enjoyed the treatment back then, it did beg the point that he had been free since he had transformed. He had learned that his hand did not yield the same results but it was entirely possible that the transformation interfered with his body in a way that would prevent his body from drawing power from the act.
As Ilana moved to exit the room, Arc did not return her farewell. In fact, he did not even watch her exit. Instead, he turned himself around in the window sill so that he was facing out over the grasslands on the outskirts of Pallet Town with his legs hanging outside of the window. It would have been easy for him to leap from the window and run. Evangeline wouldn't be able to catch him in a hundred years with the Extreme Speed techniques being something of a specialty of his. All arcanine could use the techniques but being bipedal seemed to give him an edge when using them. Of course, that edge really only shined in a fight but that was besides the point.
His freedom was right there, staring at him from across the grasslands, and yet he did not pursue it. He could not help the feelings burning in his gut that told him to stay and get better acquainted with the espeon girl. Even at the cost of true freedom, he would remain in hopes of developing some kind of connection with the female pokemorph. Due to their rarity, it was highly unlikely that he would find another female in the wild and even if he did, he doubted that she would have the same glow about her as Eva did.
Arc hoped to see Eva again that night, though he doubted that she would be stopping in to see him after he made her depart from the basement in such a fluster. If she, or anyone for that matter, were to stop back in then they would find him there in his window until long after the rest of the house had gone to sleep. Otherwise, he would simply crawl into the bed that had been placed in his bedroom not long after the last of the usual residents went to sleep. He would be the last in bed and, most likely, the last to wake.
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"You look upset."
Ilana snapped her head up as Eva's voice broke the silence she had been brooding in when she left and closed the door to Arc's room. She had made her way wordlessly to her own door and stood there for a full minute before opening it and stepping inside to Evangeline sitting prim and proper on her bed. The Espeon was quick to realize her master's distress. The way Ilana was looking at the ground and her lashes were lowered were a sure sign of disappointment or dismay, and Eva recognized it because it almost never occurred in Ilana.
The Espeon crossed the room to Ilana before the pale and slighted human could open her mouth to respond. Her arms wrapped around her master and held her close, the comforting hold enough to drive the hidden undertones away from Ilana's dark mood and place a smile back on her face. A soft thank you was uttered before the Espeon stepped back and gave her a good look-over, "Did he do something to you?" Eva's voice was stern, and slightly angry--the kind of voice an older sister would take on if an errant boyfriend had broken her sibling's heart. Eva was far more dangerous than the average girl, though. Despite her calm nature and domesticated smile, she was at her core an animal. Instinct drove her more closely to heights of emotion that regular humans had bred from their genes over generations of evolution.
"No," Ilana answered quickly, though a small voice echoed back to herExcept suggest using me as a fuck-doll while he courted youfrom the furthest part of her mind. "It's just been a long day and he's a pain, is all. I've only got so much patience for jerks, even when they are trying their best to be civil." She had realized he had tried very hard. He didn't realize it, but he was as spoiled as she was and Ilana, right now, found it kind of amusing. His commentary on her seemed almost harmless now, and if she weren't so damn caught up with her embarrassment at the whole situation, she might have been able to have a good giggle at it. As a show of good faith, though, she didn't warn Eva against him. He'd never realize the kindness she'd shown, as it would be obscured by any way to acknowledge it. For his kindness and attempt to be as patient as possible, she would repay him by bottling up the issues that she usually would have shared blatantly with her best friend.
"I'm going to go to sleep. It's late and we've had a great, but exhausting, day. Haven't we?" Ilana smiled that winning smile to calm Evangeline's nerves, succeeding at bluffing out the Espeon by knowing every sign she looked for in order to gauge Ilana's mood. It wasn't something she could do often, so she was relieved that it worked. Evangeline nodded her head and bid her goodnight, leaving her alone in her room. She knew if Evangeline had still suspected something was wrong, she'd have slept in the room for the night. She wished she could go back out and request it of the Pokemorph. She kind of needed it right now. Her hands moved over and flipped off the light before stepping over to her bed and flopping down on it with abandon.
Evangeline walked past his door, but didn't stop or knock. The Espeon just let herself into her own room and shut the door quietly behind her as she crossed the room to her bed. Unlike Ilana, she was not feeling unhappy or depressed about the situation, so she took the time to remove the clothing she was wearing and replace it with a nightgown she had tossed across her chair from the night before. She undid her braid and crawled into the soft satin sheets. Her room was as dressed and fancy as Ilana's, except she had no dresser, usually keeping most of her clothing at hand or in Ilana's room. Instead of a vanity, she had fancied the hell out of her bed and everything else, and the amount Ilana's father would put out for the young girl's Pokemorph was a limited supply.
She snuggled into her covers, her tail swishing back and forth idly as she considered the day with great anxiety and excitement. Tomorrow would be interesting, and she was looking forward to it.
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Arc sat in the window sill for some time before he followed suite and retired for the night. It had been a long day and his head was still spinning from all that had happened. From the moment that he had gotten up this morning, everything had gone wrong. First, he had been hunted down by some young hot-shot pokemon trainer looking to capture him. The trainer had been accompanied by two male pokemorphs to boot - an aggron and a mightyena. Arc was just fortunate that niether of these two morphs had been able to match him in speed. The mightyena hadn't been a concern at all, but the aggron had known a handful of powerful ground-type attacks that would have laid the hurting down on Arc if they had been able to connect. He should have probably told Ilana that she wasn't the only one collecting pokemorphs, but she hadn't exactly earned his trust or respect just yet.
Then, after avoiding one trainer, he was ambushed by another while he was napping in the sun. This second trainer had been Ilana and, as he was sitting in her home right now, he obviously hadn't evaded her as he had evaded the young man. Once free and wild, Arc was once again little more than a tool for some human to use to better their position in life. If there was a silver lining in all of this, it was that this time he seemed to have been caught by a real trainer and not just a pokemon coordinator. Ilana would, at least, be able to provide him with a little action and excitement as opposed to just showing him off and making him do tricks on stage.
Then there was Evangeline, a creature of pure radiance that had stolen away with Arc's entire world view. It was for her that he didn't just jump out of this window and be free again. It was for her that he was tolerating this little human child who could not so much as consider the idea that perhaps her own training and caring methods for her pokemon might not be the best that the could be. It wasn't that Arc didn't understand what he was asking of her. He knew that he was asking a lot of Ilana, but these were the methods to which he was accustomed and they had always worked well with him.
Now here he sat, forbidden to sleep outside in the fresh air as he was meant to do - as all pokemon were meant to do, though he was sure some individuals in the house would deny that. This made him wonder just how much of Eva's primal side that he could tap into. Would he be able to convinced the primped little espeon to accompany him one night beneath the stars? Would Ilana even allow them that liberty? Somehow, Arc doubted that but he was not familiar with the dynamics of their relationship.
Knowing well that there was no point in worrying about these issues now, Arc readied himself to turn in for the night. He spun himself around in his window so that he could climb back into the bedroom which had been assigned to him. Then, without closing the window, he crawled into the bed that he had been provided, still a tad damp from the unexpected shower downstairs, and nodded off to sleep.
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As per usual, Ilana rose from her bed before Evangeline, but today it was a little worse. She had been haunted by the worst dreams throughout the night--dreams she didn't dare speak of. The proof of them was damp against her panties, Ilana's eyes closing again as she stared up at the ceiling above her bed.Damn Arcanine,she cursed internally. If he hadn't suggested such a lewd process to her, she never would have been having such dreams. It didn't help that she hadn't ended on any kind of forcible conclusion to the topic and she was sure it might come up again. Ilana forced herself up from her bed finally and wandered herself to the bathroom, letting the door hang ajar as she expected everyone to sleep in much later and was too tired to remedy it.
Eva wouldn't be up for hours later, the Pokemorph liking her sleep immensely. They had a very habitual relationship, Ilana and Eva. Ilana would wake up, get ready for the day, make breakfast and then allow Evangeline to get ready for the day. The trainer brushed her teeth, pulled her hair free of the messy ponytail it had still been half caught in, and removed her clothes, discarding them in a pile in the hamper with a measure of disgust at herself for having wet dreams about a damn Pokemorph.
She turned on the water, stepping away from the shower as the water heated. She stepped out into her bedroom and across the way to get the towel that Eva had left abandoned on her bedroom floor, a yawn stretching her lips as she groggily stood back up straight and turned back toward the bathroom. She paused once she re entered the bathroom and took a minute to observe herself in the mirror. Despite her hair looking much like it would after a tossing and turning night in bed, she still looked perfectly lovely. A harsh critique in the mirror left Ilana with a half smile and a shake of her head at how stupid she was for letting him make her feel unattractive. Her hands moved down over her well-sized breasts and cupped them for a moment while she watched in the mirror.
She let her hands fall to her waist and nodded with a smile to herself in the mirror. She turned and stepped into the shower, closing the translucent glass door behind her as she began her shower. She cleaned herself carefully, clearing herself of the smell and signs of arousal with strawberry body soap.
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Like Evangeline, Arc enjoyed his sleep as well. It was a global thing among pokemon, really. Sleep was rest and rest revitalized the body and the spirit. For wild pokemon, this meant more energy to do what was needed to survive and for trained pokemon, this meant a time to recover from their battles and prepare for such future events. Under normal circumstances, Arc would have been the last one to awaken, as he was the last one in the house to make his way to bed, but this morning something roused him early. If he could hear the crackling of particles in the air being charged by a super-powered psychic attack in his sleep then he could most certainly hear the sound of a running shower not more than twenty feet away, give or take a few feet.
Being wild, and trying to avoid capture, had not afforded Arc the luxury of being a heavy sleeper. It did not take much to wake him and if this was a routine thing then sleeping in the house was not going to be an option. Perhaps there was a building outside that he could sleep in - a shed or with as rich as Ilana's family seemed, maybe a pool house. That would give him the privacy that he desired and eliminate Ilana's concern that he might be captured by another trainer in a similar dirty fashion that she had used to capture him. It would be an issue that he would be bringing up with Ilana later.
For now, however, Arc was more concerned with discovering who had awakened so early. If it was Evangeline, perhaps he could steal her way for some time with her before Ilana awakened. Judging by the way that the trainer acted towards him, Arc was fairly confident that Ilana would not give the two of them much time alone together. The human girl hadn't seemed too pleased to discover that Arc was interested in her espeon.
In hopes that it was Evangeline in the shower, Arc crawled out of bed and made his way out into the hall. He was being extremely quiet, though it wasn't that he was trying to be so on purpose. Since returning to the wild, it had become instinctual for him to move stealthily when he was investigating something. After all, being clumsy and loud when in the vicinity of say, a wild gyarados, would have left even Arc in a tight spot given the pokemon's natural ferocity and the type advantage that it would have over him.
When he neared the bathroom, he noticed that it had been left open, if only just a little. While he had intended to wait outside of the door to discover who was inside like a proper 'gentleman' to impress his lady fair, the temptation of the open door was too great. Slowly, Arc peaked his head around the corner of the doorframe so that he could peek inside and try to identify the shower's occupant.
By now, the warm water had steamed the translucent glass door quite thoroughly, but the figure inside was still very clearly his new trainer. While it was true that Arc found Eva more appealing, both Ilana and Eva had the same level of physical beauty and he couldn't help but be slightly enthralled by Ilana's body. The fact that he preferred Eva was chemical, not physical. Both appealed equally to the 'human' aspects of his brain, but Eva was a female pokemorph and the pokemon side of her naturally gave off pheromones that attracted males belonging to her 'egg group', as trainers called a collection of pokemon capable of producing eggs even between different species.
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The soap slid down her body from where she had placed it, the bubbles particularly noticeable at every curve of her body. Beneath her arms, between her thighs, and around her cleavage was where it primarily gathered. She guided the water across her to clean the soap away and dipped her head beneath the faucet to let it dampen her hair, followed afterwards with shampoo that she quickly washed off by tilting her head back to let the water do its business as she combed her fingers through her black strands, loosening any tangles that had occurred from her exploits the night before.
She hadn't had very vivid dreams, as her experience left the understanding of the situation wanting. She knew sex had the potential to feel heavenly or to feel like a cage over the burning coals of hell, but logic didn't come into a dream where your sub-conscious took a Pokemorph and made up the act of him taking your virginity. The dream had been embarrassingly dirty--one of those things she never would admit to. If it had been simple, and the person she was having sex with had been a man, and the encounter had been romantic, she wouldn't have felt particularly abashed. As it stood, it had been in great detail, with interspecies, and it had been anything but romantic. It had been dirty, uncontrolled, and rather vicious in her mind.
She shivered and felt her stomach knot at the recollection. Her hands slid down to clean herself of arousal thoroughly, the heel of her palm inevitably rushing over her own clit and causing her a soft squeak of surprise at how sensitive she was this morning. For a brief moment, she entertained the idea of attending to herself, but her own worry at the fact that she hadn't set up a particularly difficult lock system gave her pause and left the idea to fall to the wayside as she carefully cleaned her body.
Washed and clean, Ilana still sat idly in the shower for a good 5 minutes while the water slithered down her body. She had cleared herself of all signs of her evening's transgressions and was just enjoying the comfort by now. The trainer tossed her hair over her shoulder as the water plastered it to her body, twirling it together as she stood there and hummed a soft tune that left her with little chance to notice the stealthy Arcanine's approach or the fact that he had put his head in the door at some point. Her hands turned the water off and let her hand slide to the sliding glass door, opening it to find the door to the bathroom seemingly more ajar than she had left it, and gave her blame to the circulation of air between this room and the next.
She stepped out of the shower and onto a bath rug before taking the towel and drying herself thoroughly. Her black hair conformed back to a mass of curls and waves after she toweled it down. She finished the action and tied the towel around her body. The small towel covered just to below the curve of her ass, but easily wrapped itself around the width of her slender body, hanging off her decent-sized breasts like a straight and simple toga. She looked in the mirror and primped herself a bit, making sure she hadn't missed anything, before taking her step toward the slightly ajar door, pulling it open in order to go through her dresser and find something to wear for the day before she headed down to take in a bit of breakfast.
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Though Arc had been enthralled with Ilana's beauty, he had not lingered long before he pulled his head out away from the door. It would not due to have Ilana catch him peeping on her. She already seemed quite upset with him and while he didn't care what Ilana thought of him, he couldn't help but care what Evangeline thought of him. If the human girl caught him peeping, the espeon would surely find out about it and he doubted that her reaction would be any less extreme.
Now that Arc was up, there wasn't much chance of him finding sleep again until mid-day when he would usually take a nap. Of course, not being free to run and fight might eliminate the need for his afternoon naps but that would not likely stop him from taking them. He enjoyed them, necessary or not.
Knowing that he would not be able to find sleep again, Arc did the only thing that he thought that he could do given his current situation. He gave into his more basic instincts, moved back down the hall to the room that he understood to be Eva's, and sat himself down beside the door with his back to the wall. He knew that he could not just head outside. Ilana would discover him gone with no explanation and think that he ran away in the night. She would put that accursed collar back on him. If he could not go do the things that he pleased then he would sit and safeguard his potential mate. Ilana wouldn't understand the notion, but Evangeline would. It was instinctual for female pokemon to see a protective male as mating material. Ilana would likely find it creepy or some other misconstrued human notion.
He sat there, still as stone until Ilana emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. When she did, his head turned to watch her quietly, taking in her form again and removing the towel from her body in the back of his mind. He could not deny, especially now, that Ilana was an attractive human female, though she could never match Eva's level of attraction due to her lack of pheromones. Well, lack of pheromones that he was hardwired to react to, at least.
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Still unaware of his presence sitting in the hallway, she searched for her clothing and tossed the array on her bed while she did. The towel threatened to slip off once or twice but she caught it each time, refastening it around her chest. She stepped into a pair of underwear with the towel still wrapped around her before discarding it for the more complex task of putting on a bra, the unexpected showgirl facing either away from him or to the side for each of these events. Ilana snapped the piece closed and shifted it until it was comfortable, then bent over and picked up the jeans, stepping into them.
She pulled the tight pants up her thighs until they rested on her hips and only then grabbed the shirt. Pulling it on over her head, she started toward the doorway, the shirt obscuring her vision until she pulled it down over her chest where it stopped just above covering her belly button. It was at that point, she realized he was there, sitting in the hallway, with an easy view to her that she could not confirm that he had taken advantage of. Ilana's cheeks flushed ever so slightly pink as she stamped down her humiliation, trying to pretend that there was nothing at all that had been seen but giving him a particular look that conveyed her worry.
Her ice colored irises strayed over him a moment, sitting outside Evangeline's door like a guard, and the young trainer shrugged her shoulders. Despite the soft knot that tied itself in her gut and settled at the pit of her stomach, she ignored her trepidation at his courting her best friend. It wasn't as if they had anything that would ever go anywhere, even if she was having incredibly naughty dreams about him, and it was only natural that he try and court Eva--as long as he did it proper, which he seemed to be on board with in their conversation last night, she had little problem with him trying his luck.
She put her hand on the back of her head, disturbing those ebony curls with the action as she shook her head once to each side, "I'll be making breakfast now." She informed him, softly so she wouldn't disturb Evangeline's slumber, "And you're welcome to it if you like it. If not, you're free to go catch your own." On good faith, she trusted him to come back. Since last night, Ilana had decided she would try her best at trusting her new partner despite his obvious irritations, and she'd do her damnedest to set him straight on the misconceptions he carried about her duties and responsibilities to his... tool.
"Just.. don't go to sleep out there without Eva somewhere nearby." She remarked as she turned down the stairs, proud at her for keeping her cool despite the possibility that he may have had a direct view into her room.
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Arc would have retorted and informed Ilana that he had no intentions of hunting down his own food when it was her duty to see that he pokemon were fed and cared for, but she hadn't stopped and waited for him to answer. It was probably for the better. Ilana seemed to have quite the temper on her for a young lady and doing so would have probably started another fight that Arc didn't want to have. He did want to revisit the matter from the night before, however, so he stood back up and followed Ilanna down to the kitchen.
Once downstairs, Arc found himself a spot in the kitchen was was out of the way and parked himself there with his back resting against the wall. Noone else in the house seemed to be up yet so this would have been the opportune time to piss Ilana off if he was going to do it, and he was sure that he would. After everything that had happened the previous day and the few short conversations that he had had with her, he assumed by now that it just didn't take much to set Ilana off.
"I would like to revisit the issue that we discussed last night," Arc said with a calm tone. His voice was quiet, causing that natural growl that laced his voice to unintentionally become a sensual purr as it had done when he whispered to Evangeline. It wasn't an intentional change. It was just how his voice sounded depending on his pitch and tone. The truth was that this is how he had always sounded and how he would always sound. It was not some guttural growl that came from a lack of speaking the human tongue. The growl was in the formation of his vocal chords. Just as some pokemorphs changed radically and became almost human when they were transformed, as Eva had, some only became more humanoid in shape, as he had. In kind, just as pokemorphs had variances in how their outer person changed, so too were there variances in how their internal workings changed. Evangeline's larynx had apparently become almost identical to a humans, whereas Arc's changed enough for him to speak but it was still shaped similarly to that of an unchanged arcanine's. This was the true cause of the the background growl to his voice. Some pokemorphs couldn't even speak human at all because that part of them just didn't change.
"Before you fly off the handle, I'd like to apologize on my insistence before," he spoke again very quickly before Eva could snap something back at him. "I respect that your family has not used the practice in the past and I know that it is not guaranteed to work on any pokemon but I can assure you that I, personally, always performed better after the fact. I can also tell you that if you want to participate in the Pokemon League, you will need every edge that you can get. I am not requesting for this service to be a part of daily life for my own enjoyment, though you are a beautiful human. I am simply saying that if you need me in top shape before particularly important events, such as Gym competitions, that it would be something to consider. There is no shame in the act unless you allow there to be."
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Ilana hadn't meant he had to go get his own food, only that if he was too prideful, he could. The girl was abrasive, but it wasn't as if he was the shining image of politeness either. She pulled food out from the fridge and freezer, and a couple of things down from the cupboards as she set up her cooking area and began making the food. When he walked in, she gave him a glance and went back to her preparations, forgetting to afford him a smile like she had intended. The last day and a half had gotten her very flustered, and she wasn't acting at her best.
"I would like to revisit the issue that we discussed last night."
Ilana's cheeks grew warm and her body tensed. Not just because she knew what was coming, but because of the way he spoke. The fact that he hadn't intended it was not something she knew just yet. The girl set the food up and gave him none of her attention just yet, listening to him over her shoulder rather than turning her pretty little cheeks toward him today. With the tensions running high last night, they had both been a little overzealous about their positions, and it seemed he was happy to try the approach in a more subtle way. She grabbed the pitcher of milk and turned to fish a glass out of the cupboard, filling it along with the other she had already brought out for herself. The girl picked up the glasses and, content that he was awaiting her answer and her cheeks had turned down from their initial 200 degrees, crossed the room to him, finally looking directly forward as she held the glass out to him in offering.
She had listened to each word, and, despite the discomfort of the situation, had been more flattered than irritated. This time he hadn't accused her of being a poor trainer, and he hadn't accused her of ignorance. No, just the opposite, he had complimented her looks. She didn't dwell on the fact that it probably came from a peep show she might have given him earlier, but the thought occurred and when it did, it returned her cheeks to a healthy apple red.
"Alright. I understand that your previous trainer did this for you, and as such, you expect it to be carried out. I don't think that you are rude in asking for something you understand is what you are due." It sounded like she was discussing payment. She rolled her lips together as she considered her words carefully and took a drink of her milk while she thought. "But you're strong, and will only get stronger through practice and training. It took Evangeline a lot to drop you while you were rested up--you don't need an edge up, because I'll make sure that if we step into a challenge we are prepared for, we are so far above the competition that there is no chance of losing. Unless I acquire a stalker that attacks us between gyms, I'm pretty sure we'll be alright without that." She smiled, somewhat apologetically as she took another good gulp of her milk to calm her nerves. She still didn't like talking about sexual acts so casually. It didn't sit well with the girl.
"And when you were a Pokemon, I would like to point out that.. unless it was a strange circumstance or you were presented with a mate, what they did to you was with a hand. And although it is emotionally satisfying, I'm s-sure," Her voice was getting quiet at the very thought, and the words were coming a bit slower, "to have someone else's hand being the one to do it... It's mechanically the same." She turned back to the counter to check on the food and adjust it as needed, taking the steps away from him that were necessary in order for her to breathe while having this conversation, which was doing no good for her forgetting the dreams she had last night.
"If Eva and you decide to ... get together, or something else happens and you find another, then," She shrugged her shoulders, her back to him giving her the power to be more decisive and less flustered, even though her cheeks were still two shades from purple and the blush extended to her ears, "I won't have a problem making sure there are ample opportunities for you to ... do what you need to do. I think it's a fair statement.."
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Though he had no suspicions of the dreams that haunted the human girl's sleep the night before, Arc could tell that the issue at hand was getting inside Ilana's head. The crimson blush painted across her cheeks hadn't gone unnoticed and it gave away her embarrassment regarding the issue. It occurred to the arcanine that he may be able to use this moment of weakness to sway Ilana's decision on the matter and he began to wonder if he could shatter her stone-cold act in the way that he had broken Evangeline's the night before. Ilana was no pokemon, but she was still female. There was always a chance that putting himself in a position of dominance over her would trigger a more desirable response. There wouldn't be any harm in trying, he supposed.
Arc began to quietly move across the kitchen toward his new trainer, who had her back to him while she tended to breakfast. His padded paws made nearly no sound against the flooring in the house, despite his size. It was one of the advantages of being on the lower end of the transformation spectrum. While Eva might pass for human if you hid her tail and put a nice big cap over her ears and jewel, Arc was still very much recognizable for what he was. His padded feet made sneaking easier, his fur had been a godsend during especially chilly nights, and his senses were as sharp as they ever were. Of course, not everything about the more primal transformations was better than Eva's more refined development. Though his brain had been changed to support a sentient existence, the more wild and instinctual aspects of his old pokemon life still burned brightly in his habitual programming. Mating, preserving his bloodline, it wasn't something that he could ignore. Even if Ilana could not bear a cub from him, real contact from any female would be better than the self-service that she suggested.
Upon reaching his destination directly behind Ilana, Arc reached out with both of his arms and wrapped his large, strong hands around Illana's body and allowed them to rest against her midriff. He then pulled her back, just as he had done with Eva, until she was pressed against him. "Your lack of concern speaks strongly for your inexperience," he retorted, once again speaking through that soft, sensual purr. Inexperience - he assumed that it was a much kinder and more accurate word to use over ignorance.
"For day to day life, these acts would serve little purpose. I have been in captivity before and while it will take some getting used to, I will not need any help finding ways to alleviate the stress of the situation. For certain situations, however, they may very well make a difference." Though his voice was soft, the same as it had been before, there was something different about it. There was a warmth in his voice, a certain level of affection that might have told her that he was actually trying to help her - to protect her. Of course, Arc didn't much care for Ilana because of how she had acted the day prior, but removing the collar had gone a long way in earning his respect and the human girl did mean the world to Eva. Arc would protect Ilana in the same ways that he would defend Eva, as a result.
"I have met the pokemon belonging to several gym leaders, Illana. Through my old coordinator's connections and in the shows themselves, I have met several and I can tell you that they aren't to be taken so casually. On completely even ground, I think that there are those which I could best and win you your badge but there will almost never be a situation where we are on even footing. The gym trainers, and their pokemon, will have a home field advantage. Furthermore, if I am at a type disadvantage, I am not sure that I could win even with an edge put into my game. I am not demanding that you stop making breakfast and get on your knees here in the kitchen. I am asking only that you keep your mind open to the idea, Ilana. There -will- be situations that this decision can make or break our efforts until you can expand our team."
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He snuck up on her easy enough, the trainer more invested in her work and trying desperately not to pay too much attention to him anyway, lest she be caught up and say something she might regret in the meantime. The food was shifted off the skillet into plates and as she was reaching for another batch, his arms encircled her and pulled her to him, causing much the same reaction as Evangeline the night prior, to be sure, but with a much more impending worry. The night prior, he had not told the Espeon that he had wished to mate. He had flirted, to be sure, but Evangeline was left to wonder her own ideas about romance or the way this worked. Ilana had been informed prior, and her cheeks burned hot as the flashes of her dreams slammed into the back of her mind like a hurricane had started.
His voice was seductive, seemingly naturally. He pressed her back into his body and let the warmth that encircled her do its job to set Ilana off balance while he talked her off her feet. It was a cruel plot that worked beautifully, so much so that when he insulted her knowledge again Ilana barely took offense. She didn't wish to argue with him about the technicalities of him getting off, and they obviously thought of the situation much differently. She hated to be cruel, but she just wasn't going to consider...
"I am not demanding that you stop making breakfast and get on your knees here in the kitchen..."
Her body tensed. The very distinct image of her on her knees in her own kitchen with his cock in her mouth could not have been more perfectly vivid if he had described it in full detail. Her cheeks turned red, her body flushed, her feet shifted together as she tried to ignore her body reacting to the imagery while her eyes instinctively sought his out to glare a challenge. Ilana didn't say a word for a full minute while she stared at him, her eyes alone conveying her irritation and frustration at the words he had said. When they turned away from him, she didn't move the rest of her body.
"Release me." Was the first thing that came to mind, her eyes closing in exhasperation at the human error of communication. She tried desperately to keep her temper in check, but her arousal had set the gears to whirring toward that final explosion again, and she had to be very careful, "I have kept my mind open. I've made my peace. I will not be casually servicing you before matches. I will not interfere with you should you find another to do it." She loaded the skillet up with another batch of food as she tried to distract herself from the situation again.
He could be a charmer. She'd have to be careful, or that kind of thing might start working. Had he not been knocking on a very thick door, he could have had almost anything from her with that lead-up. Ilana rolled her eyes at her own weakness, telling herself she wouldn't give into it. She'd need another goddamn shower, though. She was only thanking every one of her lucky stars that she was cooking dinner and that would make her arousal difficult to notice by sense of smell.
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Arc did as he was instructed and released his hold on his new trainer before returning to his place against the wall, well out of the girl's way while she prepared breakfast. Truth be told, he was insulted that Ilana thought he was doing this all for the pleasure of it. While he would enjoy himself, without question, he was pushing the issue as much for the extra edge as he was for the enjoyment. Unfortunately, Ilana had made up her mind and it didn't seem as though she would change it very easily. It was time for a change in tactics. If he could not have either Ilana or Evangeline servicing him immediately, then Ilana would have to think long and hard on what her next move was going to be.
"If this is out of the question then you have some options to consider," Arc spoke again in his soft and alluring voice. Even if Ilana angered him, he wouldn't raise his voice to her and risk waking Eva. "If you want to participate in the Pokemon League then I know that you need gym badges. I can't recall how many, but I do remember from a previous life that you will need them. I remember the gym in Viridian city changing hands several times while I was with my old master so I can't honestly tell you that I know what is waiting for us there. Beyond that, however, lies Pewter City, and Cerulean City - both of which house gyms in which I will be of little use without some kind of remarkable strategy in mind."
He paused for a moment, letting his words sink into Ilana's head. He was sure that she would be surprised to hear him talk so seriously about the matter at hand after giving her such a hard time with everything that had come up since she woke him up in the field, and he wanted to make sure that she was listening before he continued. Though it was certainly ture that the arcanine did not feel that Ilana was worthy of him, or Evangeline for that matter, he did want to help her choose the best course of action. After all, if Ilana made one bad move, it could very well be Eva paying the price.
"Alternatively, we could try taking a ferry south to Cinnabar Island. The gym there would have every disadvantage against me that I would have against them but there we will run into the threat of the gym leader having pokemorphs of their own. I remember hearing some hikers talk about that gym the other day and, if there is truth to their words, then the leader has a morphed rapidash and charizard. In addition, Cinnabar has always been able to lay claim to having incredibly skilled trainers as their gym leaders. If you are so closed to my proposal then we will need to plan our journey carefully until you can broaden your team."
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She was thankful for the space, and the talk that was far away from the lewd conversation they hadn't been able to escape since last night. Ilana finished up breakfast as she listened to his advice with a little bit of amusement. She knew Pokemon and their weaknesses, and which gyms had which leaders, for that matter, since her brother had connections with most of them, and the ones he didn't, he knew about through someone else. She divided the breakfast into three plates and picked up two of them, gesturing to the third, "That's for you."
She turned the stove off and started up the stairs, "I have had Evangeline for years now, and have made little effort beyond making her strong enough to best any Pokemon she comes across. Pokemorphs are a new ball game, as you have more difficult strategies you have to keep in mind and they know how to use all their advantages to their peak performance. The first few gyms I've chosen would be easy for Evangeline on her own, and doubly simple for her with you. I don't like taking any risks with Eva, which may make this game rather tedious for you because I'm patient."
Ilana reached the top of the stairs and paused, glancing back at him with a smile on her features, "I have a trip planned to Cinnabar in a day or two, but I have to adjust plans because I thought it would just be Eva and me. It's not to fight there, but to get to know the trainer and his Pokemorphs--it's odd for any person to have 2. I plan to have a whole team. It's important, though, that we scout, so we have the best advantage." Ilana knocked on the door to Evangeline's room with her foot gently, a soft bid to enter echoing from the other side with the tired Espeon. With the grace and practice of a cat, Ilana's foot came up and caught the door lever, pushing it down and knocking the door open in one swift motion.
Evangeline sat up to her breakfast with a yawn, rubbing her eyes free of sleep and giving a smile to Ilana's approaching form. The breakfast smelled fantastic as usual and she was happy to take it off of her master's hands. At first, she was too groggy to notice that there was anyone else in the room, her lavender hair a mess around her shoulders, cascading over her breast.
"With the two of you, we can take the easy--and I use that word in comparative fashion. Don't mistake me for being ignorant that these are some of the best trainers in the world--ones and watch out for another to add to our team along the way." Evangeline thought Ilana was talking to her at first before she watched Ilana's head turn over her shoulder. The Espeon's eyes went a little wide and her cheeks darkened a tad at the male Pokemorph in her room while she was still in her rather revealing nighty.
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As Ilana moved up the stairs and into Evangeline's room, Arc was on her heels the whole way, listening to her and carefully considering her words while his eyes appraised her backside. He quietly cursed himself for his interest in the subtle swaying of Ilana's hips as she moved and wished that he could just ignore the human girl's attractiveness but he just couldn't. An attraction to the human form was now as much a part of his sexual attraction to a female as the pheromones that they put off and Ilana was a fine specimen of a human female. After catching her in the shower that morning, Arc would never be able to lie to himself about that fact.
After the incident with the shower, the little show that he was unknowingly given as Ilana dressed herself, and the treat of watching her bottom sway on the way upstairs, Arc was relieved to be in Eva's room. Seeing as Eva had been in her bedroom all night with the door shut, the room smelled very strongly of her scent to the male pokemorph. Now he could take comfort in the fact that the woman invading his thoughts now was much closer to his species.
Now wasn't the time for such thoughts however. Though he didn't care for being captive and he did not care for Ilana outside of the physical aspect of things, he did at least take an interest in Ilana's goals and he was interested in helping her in that respect. She didn't intend to use him as some show dog. She intended to let him get into the thick of the action as she forged her path to becoming a pokemon master. Battle, and the excitement that came with it, was what Arc had always wanted from his old master but had never been given it. Ilana, at least, would make better use of him. To him, it was a tolerable silver lining to his situation.
"You should know that there is another trainer nearby with the same goal in mind," Arc stated, raising his voice a little now that Eva would not be awoken. He was still not speaking in his usual voice, however, since he was unsure how many others lived in the house. "A young man tried to capture me yesterday morning before you had found me. He was accompanied by two male morphs - an aggron and a mightyena. His morphs are every bit as strong as me and his mightyena would have the advantage over Eva while the aggron has the advantage over me. If we encounter him, it would be unwise to engage."
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Ilana was starting to get discouraged by how many other people had beaten her to a second Pokemorph. He seemed to be the perpetual bearer of bad news and irritating facts of life. She kneeled down beside a bedstand, resting her ass against her heels as she took a fork and cut a piece of her sausage off and put it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Evangeline looked confused at the man in her room, but shortly followed suit with the same table manners as her master. It was the Espeon who spoke first, "I was unaware there were other Pokemorphs in the vicinity--must be a new trainer searching about."
Ilana took another bite and swallowed it before speaking again, her ice blue eyes turning out the window, "We'll put back our trip a bit and I'll see if I can catch a look at him. We've got no reason to go challenging him at the moment, so I'll just see what he looks like and how his Pokemorphs and he interact with one another." She let out a soft sigh of discontentment as she considered how far behind she was falling. She had to stop sitting around and go find a team, before everyone else beat her to it. Especially if this other trainer was looking for a Pokemorph team just like her, she had a need to be the first to make that work, and right now, it was sounding like he had the advantage.
Evangeline finished her breakfast and placed her utensils on the plate before she excused herself, the Espeon standing up from her bed and walking out of the room for a moment to go retrieve clothing from where she usually left it--in Ilana's dresser. She had to shower, too, and it was about that time for her. This left poor Arc alone with Ilana again for the moment as the other Pokemorph did her routine. The trainer was just finishing her breakfast and looked determined. She stood up and gathered the plates together, picking them up and smiling at him, "Where did you last see this person? I want to go take a look-see. You're free to come, but I imagine you'd prefer to stay here and chat with Eva, and it might be better in case the boy is overzealous and wants to pick a fight."
Ilana shrugged her shoulders as she started her way out of the room back down to the kitchen, "It's up to you."
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Arc quite liked the idea of being left alone with Eva. To make the offer even more enticing, Ilana would be gone for most of the day if she went by herself without a faster speed of transportation. The trainer in question had been heckling Arc regularly as Arc traveled Kanto and had caught up with him last near Mount Moon. It seemed that with his mightyena's nose, he had managed to track Arc all of the way from Mount Moon till he caught up with the male arcanine again on Route One near Viridian City.
"I think that I will stay here," Arc told Ilana. "The man that you are going to find has been pestering me for the better part of the past year. He never fails to turn up at the precise moment that I believe that I have lost him, only to have best anything that he can throw at me and get away. Inevitably, he would find me again and we would repeat the cycle."
That gave Arc an idea of how she could quickly find this trainer. No matter where Arc went, this boy was not far behind. No matter how far Arc ran, this boy would follow. Of course, he didn't want the confrontation to be tracked here to the house, as he knew that it inevitably would. He was concerned for Eve being put into a situation where she would have to face the mightyena. Strong as Eva was, the mightyena was as strong as Arc, though not as fast, and would have the advantage over the psychic espeon.
"Does Eva have a pair of scizors in here, by chance?" He aked the human as the plan formulated in his head. "If you take a tuft of my fur with you and keep it somewhere that will allow the breeze to grab my scent then you will not have to find him. He will find you."
The plan was good on paper, but it could have put Ilana in more danger than Arc was thinking at the moment. Arc, who struggled with understanding human emotions at times, had not made the suggestion hoping that Ilana would be harmed. This mystery trainer, however, didn't have the best track record with manners or courtesy and it would be hard to tell what he might do if he caught another trainer alone and defenseless after that trainer had just captured a pokemon that he had invested nearly a year into.
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Since she had no way of knowing that this trainer was anything short of another trainer who had missed an opportunity, she accepted the idea without a second thought. She opened the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a pair of scissors, moving over and taking a tuft of fur off his fluffy tail where nobody would notice it missing. "Great idea, and thank you. Do please be polite and enjoy yourself." Ilana tried to keep the sudden rise in worry out of her voice, that jealousy peeking over her shoulder once more. She brushed it away with a sweep of her willpower and shot him a very pretty smile before she started down the stairs with a hollered goodbye over her shoulder.
She descended down the stairs, stopping briefly at the bottom to set the plates down and pick up her abandoned bag. She tucked the fur into a small compartment in it so she wouldn't lose it, then slung it over her shoulder and picked up the plates again. She moved to the kitchen and washed them, then headed to the doorway where she stepped into her boots and laced them up. Her goal in mind, she was eager to set out and see this other trainer. She felt a little bit of pride in the fact that she had caught the Pokemorph he had been hounding so long, but it didn't change the fact that he had somehow managed to pick up two perfectly matched Morphs that could best hers.
That was a problem.
Ilana pulled her bike from where it was leaned up against the house and slipped her leg over the seat, giving one last glance back and biting her lower lip in concern. It would take her a while to get back--she should tell Eva, but she didn't want to go back in and wait for the girl to get out of her long, long shower. She wanted to get back before it was night out, and that meant that pausing to wait wasn't an option. She said a silent apology and made her way for the open path she had found Arc on. If she chose an optimal spot, maybe this would take less time than she expected.
Evangeline stepped into the shower and washed herself clean, taking her time as she always did with these morning rituals. She washed each inch of her pale skin clean and then scrubbed out her hair before sitting happily under the stream of water as it bathed over her body. She had been eager to escape when she had realized the Arcanine was in her room and she was dressed in nothing but a white, satin slip-on. The Espeon was still a little embarrassed from last night, but she suspected everything would be fine as long as Ilana was around. He wouldn't act that way, and she'd have no more humiliating slip-ups in his honor.
What a surprise it was when she stepped out after drying off and getting dressed to find nobody but Arc in the hallway, and smell no signs of Ilana. "Where...?" She didn't even finish the question to him at first, the Espeon woman stepping down the stairs a little ways and leaning about, "... did Ilana go?"
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While Evangeline was taking her longer-than-necessary shower, Arc made his way downstairs to retrieve the breakfast that Ilana had made for him and left by the stove. As he ate, he found himself pleasantly surprised at how well the little human girl could cook. She had come across as spoiled and pampered to him thus far and he had been captured by one such trainer before. In his experience, such women were not well versed in the art of cooking. In his experience, such women were really only skilled at one thing and Ilana refused to be a part of that. It made him wonder if his old trainer was just a little backwards. She always did seem to enjoy herself just as much as he did when that part of show preparation came around...
As Arc finished his food, the sounds of the shower upstairs being turned off broke his train of thought and he shook the memories from his head. There was no use dwelling on old memories. He would simply need to either sweep Eva off of her feet or get Ilana to change her mind soon, however, because living and training with two females like them was going to try his self-control greatly.
Knowing that the silencing of the water meant that Eva was finished and would soon be out, Arc sat his cleaned plate in the sink and started up the stairs. It wasn't long after he had reached the top and neared the bathroom that Eva appeared and instantly went into panicked state over the absence of her master. Arc could tell in that instant just how close the two of them had to be. He was willing to bet his mane that they were never more than fifty feet apart at any given time. It made sense, though, given the purpose of those damn collars. Arc couldn't help but wander then how Ilana had manged to leave with Eva still here, but he wasn't going to look a gift ponyta in the mouth.
"She went to find the trainer that I was speaking about earlier," Arc answered in a soft voice laced with an odd mixture of his wild growl and seductive purr. He wasn't speaking as softly as he had been earlier, but he was still trying to be quiet, lest he wake any of the other estate's inhabitants. "She did not want us to accompany her, lest our presence provoke a battle. Of course, she didn't seem like the type to worry about such things to me. Perhaps she wanted us to have some time alone together."
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Evangeline turned her eyes back up to him as he spoke, her eyebrows raising. The ability to extend the leash on the collars or turn it off entirely was the purview of the owner. She shifted back and forth as she paid close attention to him. Being alone in the house with him was confusing for her. Her hands slipped over her hair, twirling in it as she shifted from foot to foot. "No." She shook her head and stared at him, his voice soft and seductive. Her eyes fell to his mouth and watched it as he pronounced each syllable, then flicked up to his eyes.
"Wanted... what?" She wanted to point out to him that he didn't know her master. Instead, the way he was talking was all that pervaded her mind. "I think that seems pretty normal," She nodded her head, "Ilana is very protective." The more she considered, the more she felt a little more worried. "But she'll be fine, and she is probably right that not bringing us along would avoid a fight." She let the worry slowly disperse with a heavy breath.
"Um, so. Yes." Evangeline turned her head away and started down the stairs. On her way to what she and Ilana fondly called the 'music room', which was just an empty den with a hardwood floor where both of them tended to put on music and dance in. "What shall we do, then, if we're both just.. alone here." That was the most awkward she had ever felt about words that had come out of her mouth. She just hadn't ever practiced talking to anyone but Ilana.
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While Arc could certainly think of a few things that he and Evangeline could do while Ilana was away, he kept them to himself. He couldn't say that he particularly 'liked' Eva. He didn't know her well enough to form a conclusion on that particular matter, but the powers of attraction that she had over him, both mental and physical, were strong and she had displayed some promising qualities that he would have looked for in a mate even if he were still wild. Like her or not, Arc knew that would have to try not to do or say anything too overly bold if he wanted the chance to mate with a more tame spirit like Eva, so he held his tongue.
Silence settled between the two once Eva finished speaking. Her awkwardness and discomfort of this situation hadn't gone unnoticed by the arcanine, so he did not press the issue. Idle chat wasn't exactly at the top of his pass-times anyway. He was quite content, as it were, to follow along behind Eva and watch her hips sway as she moved in route to an unknown destination. Though Eva had brought up a good point. What were they going to do? Arc did give the question some consideration as he watched Eva walk.
Upon reaching their destination, Arc could only think of one thing that he wanted to do. Well, two things, but only one that he thought Evangeline might be interested in as well until he had properly seduced her. In the music room, Arc shut the door behind him as he entered before he moved about the room and opened all of the windows. Any questions that Eva might have thrown his way about his intentions in all of this were ignored. He wanted to catch her off guard. He didn't want her to think about what was about to happen. He wanted her only to react to it. Appealing to her more instinctual side was the only chance he would have with a tamed creature like Eva.
It wasn't until all of the windows were opened that Arc turned to look at Eva again and, even then, he did not speak. Instead, he only gave her a quick, appraising look before a small amount of flame began to gather around his muzzle. When he opened his mouth, it was not to speak, but to send an Ember attack in Eva's direction. It was a weak technique. Ember was the first fire type technique that most fire type pokemon learned how to use either from their parents in the wild or through trial and error with their trainers. Even if it hit Eva dead on, a trained pokemon like her would barely feel it.
In the wild, any other pokemon would have seen this as a playful gesture to initiate a mock battle. That is why Arc had been so quiet. He wanted to see how well in-tuned with her instincts that Eva still was. Would her base nature take over and let her slip into a more playful state of mind or would that human-like consciousness keep hold of her spirit? Arc needed to know which was more dominant and there would be no better time to find out than when they were alone in this big, empty room.
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When he was opening up the windows, Evangeline was confused. She asked a few times what he intended to do, but he didn't answer. She suspected he was coveting the fresh air and let it go. The woman moved herself over to the small cabinet and flicked the button that would turn on the stereo, but a soft song came on and it took its time to build up. She then began across the way toward him, watching him argue with a particularly finicky window--not because he wasn't strong enough, but because he was trying his best not to break it. She watched him shift back and forth under the sunlight until it shook loose and rolled away, leaving the breeze to swim through his fur as it filled the place.
"That defeats the purpose of.." She was cut off when he turned, his eyes sweeping over her and fire boiling at his lips. Her blue eyes went wide and she shook her head immediately, trying to stop this from occurring the moment before it started, but the fire left his lips and Ea had a few seconds to decide whether she'd dodge out of the way or take it. A flash of insight in her mind told her if she stepped to the side it would travel to the very expensive stereo and so she stayed put instead of side-stepping.
The small fire struck her, warming her skin and burning away a good portion of the shirt she was wearing. It wasn't harmful, but Eva was regretting playing with a fire-type without particularly retardant clothing. Her instincts showed themselves in the form of a smile, the urge to fire back very strong in the back of her mind, but not here. They'd destroy one of her favorite rooms in the house and Ilana would throw a terrible tantrum. The Espeon looked around her, gauging her escape simply while accounting for the fact that if he put chase to her, he would certainly catch her.
"We can't do that here." She moved herself over to the door, steps oddly in time with one another and deliberately slow. She stood at the big open archway, with the doors pressed back, just around the corner, "The room downstairs is for that, and... don't break anything." The last words were punctuated by a flash as a psychic bubble formed around him and compressed, the Confusion technique a preferred starter of her own. Like Ember, it was one of the first a psychic Pokemon learned, and did little to no harm, but it did have the chance of dazing her target and making them unaware of their surroundings, which would give her the headstart she was blatantly taking as she rushed down the hall full tilt toward the stairs, giggling like a small girl who had just tagged someone and said they were 'it'.
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Arc felt quite proud of himself when the attack that he had launched burned away at the espeon's shirt. The only way that could have gone better, he thought, was if he had caught her ants with the attack instead. Still, her shirt being burned away revealed more than enough of the female morph's pale skin to get his blood boiling, so to speak. He was surprised, though, when the espeon didn't just scream and cover herself when this happened. Surely, that is what her 'human' half wanted, but it would have seemed that she did have an instinctual side, after all. Quite a surprise from a morph so accustomed to human life.
It was when he was suddenly encased in a psychic sphere that he knew his plan had worked just as he had wanted it to. That awkward little pokemorph trying to be as human as she could shed away the instant that the embers hit her, almost as if they had lit a fire in her heart and soul. If Eva's instincts were dominant over her rational mind and could be tapped into so easily, then she didn't stand a chance at resisting a male specimen like Arc.
Being such a weak technique, the sphere from the Confusion attack didn't hold Arc back for more than a few seconds. In no time, he was free and giving chase to the little espeon girl who had dashed from the room and was making a bad break for the basement room. He couldn't believe that she thought that she could outrun him at first, but when he leaped through the Music Room's doorway and into the hall just in time to catch only a glimpse of her tail around the corner, he knew that she was faster than he had given her credit for. Still, that did not mean that she was a match for him.
Arc caught up with the espeon girl in the basement, just at the bottom of the stairs. When he did, he reached out to grab a handful of her long locks just as he had done the night before. If he caught her then he would pull her back against him just as he had done to both Evangeline and her master already. Normally, Ar wouldn't use the same move three times in quick succession like that, but why argue with what seemed to work?
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The shirt had been burnt away at her shoulder and, while giving a large hint to her breasts and a lovely view of a slightly singed bra, it was not something she was worried about covering up. While Eva would not have wanted to be seen exposed, the state of her dress was not usually an issue to her, as long as her sensitive bits weren't out for all to see. She dashed down the stairs, taking them three or four at a time, before she got to the bottom and his footsteps had caught up with her. She had succeeded in her goal, though, and that was what mattered, but her hands swept up to grab her own hair as her head began to jerk back, easing the pain of the sudden stop.
The Espeon was pulled back against him again. Her body melted into his, every curve conforming as if it was its proper place. Her high energy and boisterous frivolity suddenly redirected itself somewhere else. Somewhere she didn't want it going. Her ears pinned down and her tail twitched against his member beneath his pants. Her heavy breaths from exertion changed to a racing heartbeat and arousal.
The girl froze against him, her eyes closing with her fingers bunching her hair together and his fingers tangled in her wavy strands. "That's not an attack," She stated the words simply, allowing him to read between the lines. It was a genteel, polite way of saying, 'don't do that'. But at the same time, she was confused by him. What she wanted and desired was muddled by the scent of him.
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Arc just smirked when Evangeline spoke. No, hair pulling wasn't an 'attack' from the standard of pokemon training but he and Eva were no longer standard pokemon. Besides, it wasn't so much the pulling of her hair that he was going for. He wanted to catch her and pull her near him for a moment and her hair had seemed like a better and more preferable option than her tail. He knew that he didn't like having his tail tugged on, but maybe Eva was into that sort of ruff stuff. He'd have to find out sometime.
"No, I don't guess that it is..." Arc all but purred with his head bent down and his lips not more than two or three inches from Eva's right ear. He could feel Evangeline's tail against his member through the jeans that he wore and it began to excite him. Unfortunately for the both of them, Arc's arousal was much easier to notice as his manhood stiffened into a bulge against the small of the espeon's back. Arc was a gentleman about it, though. He made no indication that he cared or noticed that Eva was turning him on.
"... but then again, it was only supposed to hold you still long enough for me to do this." As Arc continued to speak, his breath heated up against Eva's ear until he was finished and sent out a stream of fire onto the concrete beneath them. The fire hit the concrete and began to encircle the pair closely. When the circle had been complete, fire surged up from the floor inside the circle, completely engulfing the duo in pulsing fire - Fire Spin. It was a weak attack, even weaker than Ember. The pulsing flames, however would continue for a minute or so and while they would not hurt Arc or Eva to any noticeable degree, it would still burn both of their outfits.
After that first pulse of fire faded, Arc's pants were burned away from the knees down and his jacket was fairly heavily singed. He hadn't thought this through well, as he had no spare clothes, bur Arc wasn't exactly modest about his body after being wild. He only wore the clothes to protect him from the elements, anyway. Of course, Ilana would be mad. Finding clothes to fit a six and a half foot tall arcanine wouldn't be easy.
Though the first pulse was over, Arc did not release his grip. He was going to hold Eva there as long as possible until the attack was over. "Think outside the box, Eva," he purred into her ear again after the pulse subsided. "Before I had hands, you could have run from this ring. Now, I can hold yo here and make use of its full effect."
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She felt the bulge against her growing, sending her cheeks into a blaze as he whispered in her ear. This wasn't a fight, it was a mating ritual, and Evangeline had stumbled into it like a sap. The warmth of the air made the Espeon's lungs burn as she quickly panted, but she didn't attempt to pull away. Held tightly by the grip in her hair, all she could do was watch the flames lick up her body, taking with them the clothing in a slow, lazy gait. Fire slid up her calves as it consumed the jeans she wore. Each time the flames died, a new one took its place, renewing the effect he most certainly was going for.
Her legs came into view with a sultry scalding along their pale flesh, the heat just warm enough to be taunting. Her shirt, thinner than her jeans, was consumed in much quicker succession. Her hands above her head left her stomach exposed, the portion of cloth between him and her at the small of her back remained, the fire smothered by their bodies so tightly knit together. Evangeline tried to press them out of the circle, her fingers gripping her hair as she pressed back against him roughly, but his body, much larger and stronger than hers, did not move.
Her pants fell from her body as the flames finally reached the waistband, left to smolder and burn on the ground as she was left in naught but her underwear, the white cotton singing quickly even as she stood on her toes and tried to escape the fire. "Okay. S-stop." She muttered the words almost too light to be heard. her bra strap snapped as the plastic fastener melted, the fabric still clinging to her sweating skin but no longer supporting her left breast. The fire caught to her panties at the edge of her hip and her tail swung through her legs to put it out quickly.
Her feet moved against his, the Espeon virtually trying to crawl away from the fire by pressing herself higher on his body, which involved her toes diigging into one of his legs and her pressing herself higher, balancing the act with one hand clinging to the arm holding her hair. Evangeline didn't mind being in her underwear, but naked invited a whole new problem--one that was pressed into her back and slowly becoming nestled between the curve of her ass cheeks while she tried to escape his flames.
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Evangeline's plea for this to stop fell on deaf ears. Arc had no intention of stopping now. After all, this had been the entire reason that he had stayed behind instead of accompanying Ilana. He had told Ilana that he was going to court Eva at the soonest opportunity and that is exactly what he was doing, though courtship to him was vastly different from the romantic ideals that Ilana or Eva harbored. Arc might have been well informed of the world of pokemon and their trainers from his days as a Contest competitor, but his heart was, and always had been, wild. To him, courtship was the selection of a given female, or any number thereof, and the resulting struggle for power and dominance over said female. If the male won the struggle, and successfully mated the female, she would then be his mate, gaining her companionship and loyalty in exchange for his affection and protection. This was the rule of 'love' in the wild and this is how be believed pokemon and pokemorphs, should live.
As the fires had pulsed onward, Arc had kept a strong hold on Eva and made it all but impossible for her to get away from the flames. Together, they remained in the burning inferno that none-too-slowly robbed them of their clothes until they had came to the situation that they were now in.
Eva was red all over, her pale skin flushed by the kiss of the flame, and she was down to only her bra and panties which didn't seem like they were going to last much longer themselves. What's more, she had managed to put herself in a compromising condition in her futile attempts to escape the flames. While she had managed to get a few inches off of the floor by using Arc's arm for leverage and placing her feet against his legs, it meant that she was pressed back against him even more closely and it put her tight little ass right on level with Arc's member. Little did Eva know, that was far worse than it seemed.
Arc's clothes had burned far less quickly, having been made of a thicker and more sturdy denim material to endure strenuous activities like hiking. His jacket hadn't even started to burn yet and was only singed due to a fire-retardant material which was woven in with the denim. His pants, however, were completely gone by the time that Eva's little ass had rose to meet it and that 'bulge' between her ass was his fully erect member, no less than ten inches in length. The reason that it seemed like little more than a bulge in his pants was because her efforts had pressed it up against Arc's belly. Eva had unknowingly risen into a position where her ass was now hugging the base of Ark's cock through her panties.
As cute as Eva's struggles were, Arc was in no mood for cute. He had all but conquered the espeon woman and was ready to 'seal the deal' as the human's said. Arc kept his right hand tightly in Eva's long hair while his free hand reached around her small frame to wrap around her waist and lift her up. She was so light that it took no effort for him to lift her until her head was level with his, at which point he used his grip on her hair to pull her head to the side so that he could bite down on the back of her neck where it connected to her shoulder. It was the best place available at the time, leaving little risk of severing any major bloodlines while still grabbing a lot of nerves.
His bite was not gentle. His canines easily broke he skin to leave puncture marks and the rest of his teeth would most certainly leave marks and bruise the area around the bite. In the wild, this would have been an act of total dominance on the part of the male, serving as a warning to the female that it was time to stop struggling and allow him to mount. Evangeline, though accustomed to human life, would still get the message. It was in her instinctual hard-wiring. The question still remained if she would obey that instinct.
Even now, the fires continued. For how long Arc's Fire Spin technique could go on was anyone's guess, even his own. It was an ability that he rarely used these days now that he was not a show animal but back then it was extraordinary for a Fire Spin. Taking into account that he had gotten a lot stronger since then meant that it could be some time.
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Evangeline had never been wild. She didn't play wild games and the few times she had felt horny were fixed very carefully with some buzzing gifts that had been bestowed on her by Ilana to help her manage her periods of 'heat'. She was held sturdy, his fingers keeping her hair captive as his other hand slid around and gracefully caressed her soft and flat stomach. This experience was completely new to her. Nobody had ever been really rough with her, especially not to this end, and when his teeth sunk into her shoulder, Eva let out a loud cry of dissatisfaction. His teeth pressed into her, daring her to fight anymore. The intention was made clear, a warning, a threat.Lay down. You're mine now.
The Arcanine would find that this would be more a fight of wolverines than lions.
Evangeline had no intention of just lying down so he could mate her. She hissed and growled at him as her clawed fingers dragged down his arm, and the other hand released her hair and dug violently into his shoulder. Neither could do the amount of damage she considered wanting to do, her grappled body unable to escape the guiding hold on her hair. She was awkwardly positioned, and her tail was not stopping the flames advances fast enough. Another small pop went off as her second strap gave way. The melted plastic felt like hot wax on her skin.
She growled her protest again, the sound coming from her lips no longer docile and submissive. "Release me, I said." The blood welling up around her claws scented the air, emphasizing her unyielding indignation. Her foot slipped down off of one of his legs and left her to jerk suddenly against those teeth buried in her neck. The action elicited a pained cry and another angry snarl as she righted herself, toes digging roughly into his flesh for the effort.
With no shame, the fire licked at her. Despite her efforts, despite her growling and cursing, it meandered up her body. Each time it caressed her like a teasing lover, barely missing its mark. When it found its mark, it found it briefly with small kisses that she swatted away with her tail, never holding still for a moment lest her fur suffer the same damage as her clothing. The effort was only a deterrent, though, and with the patience of Arc's fingers holding tightly to her hair, it finally stopped its coy aggressions and reached out once more, the heat caressing across her hip and her most intimate of areas at once. With a small cry of distress and confusion as it scalded her lips, the protective piece fell away and to the side, the scorched remains clinging to one thigh alone, just waiting patiently to have its weak resolve rended.
The cups of her bra resisted the flames, the padding that gave them their shape and allowed them to be so comfortable protecting them from quick demise. Her breasts were still contained, but risked with every jerking movement that they would shake free of the only piece of armor she still had from indecency. The white lace that decorated them, though, was disappearing in small patches as the flames took their turn lapping idly at the cloth.
The flame dared its way up the remains of the cloth hanging from her waist, tickling his heated member as it took some of the cotton from between the curve of her ass and the base of him. Her foot slid upward to reposition itself as she tried to move further away, but was only met with the tugging hand in her hair and no success accomplished. What she did suddenly realize was that his pants were no longer between her and him. The feeling of fur beneath her toes made its logical meandering conclusion up to her brain, which turned, much faster, to his erection snuggled firmly against her backside.
The heat from it was almost equal to the caress of the flames he had set, and certainly a more pressing matter as the base of it was tucked neatly between her ass cheeks, sending a shocked, almost whimpered sound from her lips as she realized how close she was to losing--if she hadnt already lost.
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The flames began to die once Evangeline's undergarments were no longer effectively there. Her panties might have still clung to her hips, but only one site still held. Her bra might have covered her bust from the now warm air of the basement room, but there was no longer any support to be had there and it was dangerously close to just falling right off of the espeon. The final pulses were weak, generating little more than heat to wash over the struggling duo. It appeared that Arc's fire spin had been just enough.
Again, Evangeline's plea, or rather command, fell on deaf ears. Arc was gone now, replaced with a more primal spirit that strongly resembled him. The 'passion' of their struggle combined with the rising heat of the room and Eva's natural scent had awakened an instinct in Arc that he hadn't felt in years - not since the last time that his previous trainer had studded him out to the neighbor's female ninetails. The marks that would be left on Eva's neck and shoulder where he had bitten her would be proof of that. Arc, in a fully self-conscious state, would not have done that. Before the transformation, Eva would have had a convenient amount of scruff to her neck that would have allowed Arc to grab hold without hurting her. The espeon's human body, however, had no such defense against the act.
Of course, the more primal adrenaline had its advantages as well. Arc hardly noticed that Eva's claw-like fingernails were digging into the skin beneath the fur on his arm. The pain was masked by adrenaline and the scent of his blood was masked by so many other scents right now. Between Eva's natural scent, her shampoo and body soap, the natural scent of the basement room, and Eva's own blood drawn from the bite right beneath his own nose, he could barely notice the smell of his own blood being drawn in such small amounts.
Though Arc had about as much intention of letting Eva go as she had of getting on all fours and letting Arc take her, the arcanine did realize that he was not in a good position to force the espeon to do so without harming her. While causing the espeon woman a little pain was no concern of his, even his most primal instincts wouldn't risk causing serious damage to the woman. What good was a mate if she was injured in a way that could not be healed? She would need to be strong to bear their pups, provided that pokemorphs could even produce young. None of the professors had been able to find evidence that they even could, as of yet.
With a little reluctance, Arc released every hold that he had on Eva at once. His jaws unclasped from around her neck and shoulder, his right hand released the iron grip that he had had on her hair, and the arm that was wrapped around her waist uncurled to allow her to fall back to the floor. There was little worry in Arc's mind about letting Eva free. If she ran, he would catch her again and he would be sure to put her in a more compromising position.
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Evangeline had all but given up on him listening to her demands. She threw her head back and forth against the hold of his fingers and her claws ran divets in his body, trying to find a sensitive area that would release her. Then, without warning, he did. Every hold at once released its grasp and Evangeline fell toward the floor. Her fast reflexes moved her arms into position and she caught herself, hands beneath her and knees on the ground. The jolt was enough to jostle her breasts free of their confines, and the rather laughable amount of cloth that covered her lower bits slipped down her thigh and away.
For one moment, he had a view of her that was everything he wanted to see: in primary mating position, with every bit of her exposed to him, her legs spread and the signs of her body's arousal scenting the air.
She reacted quickly to bound up, her body turning quickly as she kept herself low to the ground. Her movement was akin to her animal form, her tail lashing in the air while she hissed at him from all fours and backed away from him. Evangeline didn't want to seem so damn feral, but it was the only thing she could do to keep him from getting a thorough and undeterred look at her body. Being naked was enough to cause her to feel uncomfortable righting herself, but there was also the secondary problem that she suspected he didn't care how much she told him to stop or shied away from him.
This was now a problem between them as animals, and she was at a significant disadvantage.
He had chosen the terrain. He had chosen the goals. He had chosen the way they were to fight. If ever there were a time that he had her at his mercy, now was it. She felt a rising panic in her throat, an angry frustration at the apparent futility. She empathized with him as her own words echoed in her mind--No matter how it is done, a fight is won by every preparation.She could not argue for honor. She could not call him a coward. Not without being a hypocrite.
A soft snarl rose to her lips as she prepared to strike at him if he came forward, trying to intimidate him away as the jewel in her head began to glow vibrantly.
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As Evangeline scooted away from him, Arc could tell that he was not going to be able to take his prize without the mock fight that Eva had suspected of him to be putting on from the start. Fortunately for him, he had the advantage. He might not have been as dexterous as the smaller pokemorph, but he was physically stronger and much less shy about the ten to twelve inch member standing fully erect between his legs than she was of any part of her body.
"You cannot hide your arousal from me, Eva," Arc said with his sultry purr, trying to lower her guard with his soft tone. "You want this as badly as I do - I can smell it. Now stop this indignant shoe of pride. Noone has to know what happens here if you do not tell. If you need me to pretend that we aren't mates when anyone else is around then I can do that for you. I can do that for my mate. You will need to take one eventually, you know. Would it not be best to take a fellow member of Ilana's little team?"
As Arc spoke, a fire started deep in his throat. His words were meant to only sooth, to calm, and at unbalance. He knew that Eva was much more rationally minded than he was and that the truths that he spoke would be wasted on her. She may consider them for a moment, but her mind would certainly override it. He would need to fight her into submission in the end, regardless of what he said or made her realize.
Without warning, only moments after he finished speaking, Arc let loose a stream of super-heated fire that split into a familiar five-pronged star shape immediately after parting his lips. The Fire Blast had been effective against her before. He knew that she could sustain the damage without too serious of an injury, but he knew that it would also do enough damage to cripple her efforts in resisting him.
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His words rose her lips in a snarl of anger. The Espeon took great offense in his tone--like she could be just claimed. Her feet slid back away and she moved backwards, her tail lashing in the air. A deep growl sounded in her throat over his words, like a warning from a fox prior to a rabid attack. The gem flashed again, the hue turning a deep and violent red. Evangeline gave him one more warning growl.
The room erupted in light as the fire left his mouth. Eva jumped backward directly, putting space between them as her forehead glowed ominously for a brief moment and the flash of light blinded her. The beam that came forward this time was not to be taken by his flames, the power exerted consuming the blast and pushing forward toward him in the same way his had to hers the first time.
Evangeline was relying on the surprise, banking on the power of the Hyper Beam to cripple him and drop him back away from her. She was gambling everything on it as it left her drained and stunned, the throbbing headache crippling her for the next few moments and leaving her with no option to defend. It was a show of power--a rough threat.
She landed solidly behind a counter with her skitter as her hand came up to her forehead, putting pressure on the throbbing temples to calm them as she curled down into a kneeling position with her forehead to the floor. She didn't make a noise of pain only through the gritted teeth and tightly sealed mouth, expending all her willpower not to.
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For the second time in just as many days, Evangeline had gotten the jump on the powerful male arcanine. Under normal circumstances, doing so just once would have been a feat in itself but the first time, he had been dozing off in the sun and this time... Well, this time he had clearly underestimated what the timid, house-pet-esque espeon was capable of. It was clear to him now that Ilana was no novice trainer. She might have been 'new' in the sense that she had not yet bothered with other pokemon, but she was certainly not knew to the whole concept. Eva's use of such an advanced attack that she would have likely never learned on her own in the wild was proof of that.
In the instant that Arc witnessed one of his most powerful techniques dissipate before his eyes under the force of the espeon's Hyper Beam, he knew that he would not be able to avoid the attack even with Extreme Speed. Even if he did, a technique like that would have surely blown a hole into the wall and woken up the other humans with whom Arc suspected Ilana shared this house. If they were awoken, that would be the end of this little mating ritual.
Knowing this, Arc brought his arms up to cross in front of him and he braced himself for the full brunt of Evangeline's attack just as the wave of tangible energy washed over him like a tidal wave. Then, in an instant, the attack was over and Arc was left standing there, battered by the attack but still very much standing on his own two feet.
The force of Eva's Hyper Beam had impressed him. Though he was still standing, his arms, which took the brunt of the attack, were trembling uncontrollably. His fir was singed at the area of impact on both of his arms and he knew that the following day, his arms would be almost too sore use properly. If he had taken the brunt of that attack to the chest without bracing himself for it, he would have been in worse shape than Eva but as fate would have it, he was capable of carrying on through his current state. Eva, he was willing to wager, was not. He had won. The espeon would now be mated to him. Ilana would not be happy, but this had nothing to do with her.
"You are truly astounding, Evangeline," Arc purred as he began to move slowly across the room toward Evangeline. "You have beauty, grace, courage beyond fear, unshakable resolve, and you are much stronger than I original credited you for. It will be an honor to have you as a mate."
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The sound of her name on his lips made her shiver, the headache causing her ability to think coherently to be a chore more than an easy, natural occurrence. The Espeon heard him approaching her and growled out another warning, "I'm not your mate, and if you step around, I'll shoot you again." She didn't really want to hurt him, but he was forcing her hand. While that attack would take some time to be able to recharge itself again, she would certainly hit him once more. Evangeline would keep striking until she was unable, which was not going to occur from her firing on him.
His footsteps turned the corner to her while she was still praying to the floor with her forehead pressed tightly to it. Her ears twitched and she turned, still just hazy enough that she couldn't manage another energy attack without her mind spinning. Eva hissed and swiped out her claws for his legs, a warning shot for him to stay back as she scooted back again just slightly. Her hand moved back to cover one side of her head, pressing tightly to her temple to calm the angry throb.
She was unharmed but for the slight singes his circle of fire had given her, and he would be a fool to assume she wouldn't keep fighting in the state she was in. The daze from her attack would wear off after a few more moments and she'd be cleared to fire that monstrosity again if he gave her the leeway, and they both knew it. She didn't want to lay him out on the floor, and the observation of what it had done through the defense of his fire attack said it very well might if fired again. A perverse sense of joy flooded over her at the very thought of it--victorious in a battle initiated by him with him at the advantage.. he'd never be able to complain again.
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As Arc approached the fallen espeon, prompting her to strike out at his legs, he could tell that words were going to be pointless here. He had truly hoped that she would have exhausted herself completely in the use of that Hyper Beam and that she would be unable to resist him after. He could have mated her with no further resistance then, but as fate would have it, Evangeline knew restraint in the use of what was most likely her most powerful attack. Arc would not be able to continue unless Eva was put into a position where she simply could not continue to fight. Arc would not enjoy what he had to do, but he would not allow Eva to slip away. She was, in nearly all regards, a perfect mating candidate.
Now towering over the floored espeon woman, just out of her reach, Arc prepared to end this futile struggle. He did not speak this time as the fire for one final attack ignited itself in the pit of his stomach. Slowly, the flame crept up his throat until it was leaking from his muzzle. Then, as he had done twice before, Arc released the powerful Fire Blast technique with Eva as his target. This time, however, she was too weak to brace for it or destroy it. With him standing so close, she had nearly no chance of avoiding it, either.
In the back of Arc's mind, a worry began to sprout - Ilana. She would not be pleased when she heard of what Arc had done. Though it was only the natural process of mate selection to Eva and himself, such an act, in the human world, would have been a terrible crime. She could very likely separate them and take his new mate from him. This thought, however, was merely subconscious. At the moment, only his instinctual and carnal desires mattered.
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Evangeline was still tired, and when the subtle flicker of the flames boiling out from around his muzzle cast their reflections down upon her, it was only in its infancy that she realized she needed to react. The Espeon hadn't expected he would continue physically pressing, the mere idea that it would be okay to batter her down in order to take her virginity such a foreign and cruel concept to a human mind that no amount of Instinct would have prepared her for it.
A look of surprise crossed her face as she tilted her head up in time to see the blast coming straight for her. The pretty girl would have taken the strike straight to her nose if she wasn't so fast on the reflex, scuttling to the side just in time to take the fire across her side and back. The sharp pain sent the woman to the floor directly, her mouth open in a silent cry as the fire scalded her skin. The impact of any strike from their kind resolved itself mostly in force, luckily, feeling more like a fairly hot kick than initiating painful and theoretically deadly third-degree burns.
Eva's eyes sparkled with tears as she lay with one leg curled beneath her and the other extended out behind her body. Her shivering form was flush with the cold cement floor. Her hands pulled themselves slowly beneath her and pushed her body up slightly, arching her back rather than lifting herself completely, as her legs didn't really want to respond to her body's desire to move. Her shuddering breaths left her lips in soft gasps as every bit of her mind tried valiantly to convince her body to move faster. It cried out for her to move at all.
She saw his approach through a veil of hair, her eyes blurred with pain and unspilled tears. This was really going to happen, and she could do nothing about it. Her words had fallen on deaf ears, and although Arc's words whenever he spoke were quite eloquent, they were laced with a level of inhumanity that left them both interacting from impossibly different points of view. There was no middle-ground. Evangeline was not a Pokemon. Arc was not a human.
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While Arc might not have been human, neither was Evangeline. The two of them were something new. The transmogrified arcanine and espeon were a new breed of creature caught somewhere between the once-clear lines of human and pokemon that Team Plasma had skewed in their pursuit of equality between the species. For these new creatures, these 'pokemorphs', there was no clear way to live and there was no black and white form of right and wrong. Some morphs became more human than pokemon, while others remained feral. While this situation was 'wrong' to Eva, it was only natural to Arc.
Of course, Arc knew enough about human culture to know that Evangeline could only related what he was about to do to her with the concept of rape. In the deep sub-conscious of his mind, he wished that he could make her understand her wild side a little more so that she might be able to accept his actions. Just as his earlier concerns about Ilana had been stifled by his instincts, however, so too were his concerns for Eva's feelings. Perhaps she could be made to appreciate her new relationship with him once this was over and he could begin protecting her as opposed to assaulting her.
"I have won, Eva," Arc whispered in a barely audible purr as he moved his body to stand behind the espeon woman who was now having difficulty moving. "The right to claim you is now mine and considering your superior status as a potential mate, I think that I will be doing just that."
Once ARC was behind Eva, he dropped to his knees and reached out with both hands to attempt to grab hold of Eva's hips so that she would not be able to scoot away from him if she should happen to find one last bit of energy to make one final attempt at escape. If he was successful, he would then pull the smaller female morph backward so that her backside was against his own body. His superior size, however, would have made this an awkward mating position. Eva was so much smaller than him that with her on all fours and Arc on his knees, his cock hung stiffly in the air over her back with his package nestled against the base of Eva's tail.
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His words were simple, straight-forward, honest, brutal. A small part of her rejoiced in the simplicity of it. That small part was the part that left her entrance damp and willing despite the heated fight she had performed to fend him off. His fingers slid over her skin, gripping her hips and holding her firm. She was pulled up, her outstretched leg curling beneath her in the motion while he rocked her back against his thighs. Eva's ass nestled softly against him, his cock resting against the top of it, the heat it exuded more startling than the fire he had shot at her multiple times this night.
Evangeline moaned a soft complaint, the ache in her body making it difficult for her to move to position herself or to struggle away. Her tail swatted him, the brush of it a mild deterrent that translated to a rough caress more than an actual pain. She shifted against the cold floor, tucking her hands beneath her as she mewled, her breasts pressed to the chilly surface where she lay curled in on herself. Her skin was covered in sweat, glistening under his stare.
She was in perfect position, shivering and cowed, her body laying prone before him with her head laid out on the floor. No matter how much she denied it, her body knew the ways of her previous life and followed that instinctual path. While she could have laid out on her back or on her side, she had instead fallen to all fours. Pheromones drifted off her in waves that were clearly impassioned with her heat. She could smell him, feel him, and her heart raced at the thought of what was going to happen next. Regardless of the fear, there was another, stronger emotion that drove her body to this state: lust.
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Though the size difference between Arc and Eva was going to make the traditional mating position of their kind awkward, the male was not about to let that stop him for claiming the fruits of his labor. The humanoid arcanine pulled his hips back spread his legs apart to lower himself closer to the ground while he used his strength to hoist Eva's ass just a little farther up into the air until the two of them were at level with one another. The end result left the both of them in an even more awkward position than before, but Arc could not care less about how comfortable either of them were. All that mattered to him was that Eva was now in the perfect position to be taken by him.
With the scent of Eva's heat hanging so thickly in the air, Arc knew that she was as ready for him as he was for her. Armed with that knowledge, he thrust his hips forward and buried the full length of his ten inch member inside of the espeon's virgin lips. There was no gentleness to the act and there was no regard to Eva's well-being. Perhaps if she had simply allowed him to come this far willingly then she could have talked him through a gentle entry but as is was, she had fought back and stirred the beast inside of the arcanine.
In one swift motion, Eva's virginity had been shattered in a manner that could only be described as animalistic and brutal. To make matters worse, she was given no time to adjust to these new sensations, or to the size of the invading member, before Arc began to roll his hips back and forth in a rhythmic motion. Each time that he pulled out, he would leave only two or three inches of himself buried inside of the female morph's cunt before he would slam himself forward again with the same brutality with which he had entered her. With each motion, the male's package, covered in a thick coat of velvet-like black fur, slapped vocally against the female's thighs.
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Eva's body was adjusted, her hips lifted upward. Her shoulders were still against the cement, her trembling knees pulled up to hold her ass in the air as he slipped behind her. Her desire to escape was overridden by her exhausted muscles. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, preparing herself mentally as she felt his cock slide down over the soft skin of her ass and rest against her sex. No matter how much she prepared herself, though, she wouldn't have expected the next sensation.
Pain. Unimaginable pain.
Evangeline's scream echoed throughout the room, broken only by the thrusts knocking the air from her lungs. Her body twisted at her hips, her arm swiping back at him, claws dragging against his thigh but never quite finding purchase, leaving mere welts as he thrust in and out of her, slamming every inch of his cock against her cervix, threatening to break her. Evangeline's body rocked against the ground with each slam of his hips against hers. Her high pitched yelps created a cacophony of surprise and ache. Her tears fell wantonly from her sparkling blue eyes.
Each new thrust brought with it a slowly rising sensation that started in the pit of her stomach.. a pleasure, an addictive pleasure, that began slowly to mix with and consume the aching pain. Evangeline's breath was ragged, strangled with the feelings coursing through her body at his behest.
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Under normal circumstances, Arc would have been concerned about the screams that were roaring out of Eva's throat and echoing through the basement. The cries of the espeon woman could have certainly been heard upstairs and, perhaps, the floor beyond that where the family slept. If she woke anyone else up, if there even was anyone else there to awaken, then this would be over. Of course, these were not normal circumstances. Eva's scent had long pushed Arc over the edge that separated the 'man' from the 'animal'. Besides, Arc had completed his task and made Eva his mate, so that would not have mattered. Still, the transformed arcanine did not wish to just stop mating with Eva until he had 'finished' with her. It had been too long already since he last felt that particular surge of pleasure.
The arcanine's instinct drove him onward; continuing to repress that human part of him inside that had been cautioning him against this from the beginning. His hips continued to work against Eva's, filling the room with the scents and sounds of sex as Eva's juices mixed with his own natural musk and Arc's package smacked against the espeon's thighs with each forceful thrust that the large and powerful male forced against Eva's smaller frame.
As Arc continued to violate the shattered virgin, he used his hold on her hips to increase the force of his attack. He began to move her, opposite of his own movements, so that the momentum of the both of them could be invested into each thrust. As he pulled out, he pushed Eva away, and as he pushed forward, he pulled the small-framed espeon back into his toned body. Arc knew that the act would only cause Eva more pain, but it was all that he could do to keep his effort focused on the rhythm of their mating. What tiny shred of sentience that was left on the surface of Arc's conscious was holding onto that rhythm and focusing on it so that this act would not revert to a fully instinctual act on his part. If that happened, he would certainly cause more unnecessary harm to Eva similar to the bite wound that he'd left on the female morph's neck and shoulder.
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The Espeon's cries died into softer yelps after a time, her voice never reaching beyond the large doors that had swung closed with finality behind them. This was a place to train, a place to scrap; it was meant to keep the sounds of such activities from bothering any other patrons of the house, and to Eva's relief and her sorrow, it did exactly that. Her thoughts circled her mind and fell back away, and the brief whispers in her head made the desires of her body much less obvious. She wanted someone to catch them--to stop them. She wanted Ilana to walk back through those doors and call him away.
But she also didn't. There was that part that didn't want to be seen like this. There was that part of her who would be mortified, forever, to have to be saved. There was also that part of her that was starting to want it--that part that, despite the aching, enjoyed the feeling of helplessness. There was a dark part of her that was overcome by vanity at the fact that she was so desirable in such a short time that he would resort to this.
His fingers on her skin adjusted, sliding around her hips to hold them more thoroughly before he began to force her body to move with his. The young girl's body began to rock violently against the cold floor, causing her breasts against it to drag her hardened nipples back and forth across the chilly surface. Soft squeaks began to echo with her moans as he caused this unwitting new agony to intertwine with that of her cervix being bruised repeatedly by his thrusts. Her arms shifted, she slowly rose to a more upright position with her head still bowed toward the ground in order to relieve this feeling. With that came the advent of her breasts swinging from each movement as he forced her body to shake with the impact of their hips together.
From this angle he slipped against her most sensitive areas, his package brushing her clit and his cock sliding against her g-spot. That small sensation of pleasure skyrocketed, making her arms shake as she held herself upright. She tilted her head back and let out a soft, broken moan of sudden encouragement.
Ilana stopped her bike at the edge of the road and slid off of it. The rock that he had laid on was not more than 50 feet ahead and she figured here was as good a place as any to try that little trick Arc had suggested to her. The young girl's hair had been slowly blown dry in the sunny day's wind, the black mass looking a little less straight and more waved and curled than usual because she hadn't brushed it thoroughly this morning. Her eyes shimmered with an excitement that overcame the vast amount of irritation and jealousy that she felt toward someone having two pokemorphs before she had them--a second documented case, which meant she was falling behind the curve. The fact that, even if they were someone else's, she was going to set eyes on two new pokemorphs, made her mood nothing but positive.
The young girl reached into her back and pulled out the small tuft of fur, holding it in her fingers as she let the soft breeze carry whatever scent it was going to put off. The sun was warm on her skin and Ilana's hair absorbed its heat as she stood in the center of the path. Her mind drifted back to Evangeline and how she would probably be scolded for leaving without telling the other girl when she got home. Ilana's ideas of what might be happening were far more innocent in nature than what actually was.
It wasn't going to be a short wait, she suspected, so she settled herself down in the cut grass near the edge of the path and put her headphones into her ears, leaving the music playing over them at a low volume to avoid being addressed and not noticing. She closed those pretty ice-blue eyes and drifted off into her sea of thoughts, not unaware of the outside world but certainly not paying the largest amount of attention to her surroundings, either.