Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Tobias Foxx Title: Stones in the Pond Part: Chapter 2 Universe: Pokemon Summary: A Pokemon trainer realizes that he is not perfect Keywords: Pokemon, M/best, rape, tort, bd, cbt, nc, anal -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prior to reading the story, there is a bit of information that needs to be known. I don't like the world the Pokemon show is based in. It is too happy-go-lucky, the-good-guy-always-wins, all-we-need-is-love, kumbaya sickly sweet. That's not how things work. Sometimes the bad guy wins, sometimes the good guy doesn't get the girl, and sometimes things are just plain screwed up. That's the kind of world that I live in, and that's the kind of world my stories will take place in. This is intended to be a series, so hopefully I'll get some good feedback and will post more :). Also, I've never liked the fact that every single Pokemon comes from an egg, so the ones that deserve live births, aka the mammalian ones, are born live. Also, I figure that the fact that so many kids are out there with no supervision and all, there must be a law or something that makes it so they can basically liberate themselves for the duration of their Pokemon journey, so that's how things work in my world. Other than that, I've tried to match the Pokemon world rather closely, but do bear in mind this is a fan fic, and I've taken a bit of poetic license. Enjoy, and tell me what you think. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One - http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/TobiasFoxx/Fanfic/Stones%20in%20the%20P ond%20Ch%201.txt Stones in the Pond - Chapter Two Coming Into Your Own Those three years of training were some of the hardest and most intense in my entire life. As soon as I was released from the hospital, I began studying everything I could get my hands on about training Pokemon, which turned out to be a lot different than raising and breeding them. As a breeder, I had been learning everything Pokemon needed to live long, happy, healthy lives and how to help them make, have, and raise offspring. To be a trainer, I had to learn so much more. I had to know their strengths and weaknesses. I had to know their abilities and how their personalities would affect their growth. I had to know what attacks they learned naturally and which ones they could be taught. It was almost overwhelming. The second I got out of the hospital, I began my research, and every week when we went in for a check up, I stopped by the library and brought home a stack of books. By the time Darkling, Psylash, and Candi were healed, I felt I was ready to begin training, but they weren't. I think my intensity must have scared Darkling and Psylash and reminded them of their former master. I hadn't even noticed how skittish they had become until then. I had been so immersed in getting them back up to full strength and preparing myself for the training that I had completely forgotten -why- I was doing it in the first place. It was the flinching that did it. We had just gotten home from the final check up, and I was hyped! I was so glad they were finally healthy again that I could barely -wait- to start training! I decided, however, that one more day wouldn't hurt. Tomorrow, we would train; tonight we would celebrate. My mom thought a party sounded like a good idea. We had argued for most of the way back from town after I told her I wanted to become a trainer, but she had reconciled herself to the fact that my mind was made up and wanted to start me off properly. She let me help her make spaghetti and meatballs for diner, which was my favorite, with chocolate chip cookies for desert. Candi wanted to help too, but all she helped make was a mess. None of us minded though. It -was- supposed to be a party, after all, and what's a party without a little mess? Darkling and Psylash watched us from the living room, sitting just at the edge of the linoleum. It was the first time I had noticed them doing that, but it finally caught my attention. Thinking about it, I realized that it had been going on for a few months. At first, they had been almost like a second (and third) shadow, following right on my heels. Then, as I had become more and more intent on learning to be a trainer, they had begun to drift back, watching from the doorway of whatever room I was in but not entering. I shrugged it off, chalking it up to them falling into old habits and got on with diner. When the spaghetti was done, Mom said that everyone could eat at the table, so we pulled out some extra chairs and set places for my Pokemon, putting books on the seats to bring them up to the right height. I set Candi in her place and called the others over. They slunk across the floor, nearly crawling, head and tails lowered, ears flattened, to sit at my feet. When I bent down to pick them up, they flinched, and I could feel them trembling slightly as I set them in place. I gave them both a few scratches and pets, telling them not to be nervous, and took my seat. We all dug in. Candi ended up chasing her bowl around the table because she was trying to eat it all at once and only managed to get spaghetti sauce all over herself. I had a hard time stopping laughing long enough to get her to settle down. Once we were done with diner, Mom gave us all ice cream with our cookies. Candi tried to eat it too fast and ended up on the floor, holding her head in her paws, but as soon as the brain freeze had passed, she was right back up on the table, scarfing it down all over again. After her third brain freeze, I poured milk in with her ice cream to help melt it faster. That turned out to be a less than great idea as she ended up with more in her fur than in her stomach. Darkling and Psylash ate with a good bit more manners, but they were a little messy too, by the end. I took all three of them up for a bath before bed time. Candi was busy trying to lick the ice cream and spaghetti off of her forehead while I filled the tub, which set me laughing again. I almost forgot to turn off the water, and nearly overflowed the tub. After training a bit of water, I let Candi paddle around in it for a while. She was still small enough back then that her paws didn't touch bottom if it was mostly full, and she loved swimming. I put Darkling and Psylash in as well, but all they did was sit there and groom. I let Candi swim for about fifteen minutes or so, then drained out most of the water, leaving about six inches left. Candi stood very still while I shampooed her, keeping her eyes closed and mouth shut tight. She had learned early on that shampoo bubbles, no matter how pretty and fluffy they looked, were not friendly to the eyes and tongue. I let her shake off after rinsing her, then rolled her up in a big towel to dry her off. She lay nibbling at one of the corners while I washed Darkling and Psylash. I washed Psylash first. As i scrubbed the shampoo into the fur of his back, I could feel him trembling beneath my finger tips. I chalked it up to the water having cooled off, but I noticed that his trembling increased almost violently when I began to gently shampoo his sensitive cheek tufts, which hid the powerful extrasensory organs that allow Espeons to project their psychic powers (the stone on their forehead is just a warning feature). An image flashed through my mind, like a memory long lost or buried, of hands squeezing and twisting those tender tufts, of insufferable pain, of a feeling that it must be suffered regardless and endured lest more and greater follow. I paused, shocked, and noticed that Psylash had jerked away from my hands. I was the one trembling now. I knew that the thought/memory/image must have come from Psylash, unintentionally perhaps, and it shocked me. I had known all psychic Pokemon could do such things, but it was unsettling to have it proven in such a fashion. Shaking it off, I cautiously resumed washing him, being as gentle as possible, making it feel as much like petting as I could while still being thorough. His trembling increased again when I reached his hindquarters, but I thankfully didn't receive another flash, and he calmed as I went about my work. I used the shower head to rinse him off and set it pulse warm water, which always helped me calm down. I figured it would work the same for him. It seemed I was right. He didn't stop trembling entirely, but it became a barely noticeable vibration of his skin by the time I had him fully rinsed and dried. Darkling was nearly as bad, but I was as tender as possible, and she too calmed down. I took them to my room and used a blow dryer to finish their fur, then watched tv for an hour or so before turning in. Candi sat snuggled in my lap the entire time. Psylash and Darkling lay together at the other end of the couch. I paid little attention to what was going on. I was too busy mulling over Darkling and Psylash's strange behavior. Perhaps it was only because I was just now paying them real attention again that I noticed it, but I realized that they had been acting that way for at least a month. I had been so wrapped up in in learning about training and thinking about how to get back at that evil man that I had almost entirely forgotten about them. I t troubled me greatly to have them behave like that towards me. it was like they were afraid of me or something... That was when it really struck home. They were afraid of me, and it was my own fault. The reason they were falling into old habits was because I was treating them like their old master had, paying them little attention until I wanted them and focusing all my attention on my own desires. It nearly brought me to tears. I had saved their lives but failed miserably in healing their spirits. Well, that would just have to change! Just because I wanted to be a trainer didn't mean I could stop being a breeder. These Pokemon were under my care, and it was my responsibility to do the best that I could to ensure their health and happiness. They weren't pets, to be fed and petted when the mood struck. They were Pokemon, just as much a person as I with the same thoughts and feelings. They had placed their trust in me and given their loyalty. It was time I started living up to it. I shut off the tv and gathered all three of them into my lap, giving them a group hug. I think Psylash and Darkling sensed a change in me. Though they trembled in my arms, they seemed much less agitated. "Listen, guys," I said. "I messed up. I'm sorry. I got all caught up in myself and forgot about you three. I -want- to be a trainer. I wanna go out there and find that Tauros turd that hurt us. But I can't do it alone, and I forgot that. I'm sorry. If you guys don't want anything to do with it, that's fine. I'd love to train with you guys, but if you don't want to, that's okay. There are plenty of ways to show him how wrong he is, and one of them is just getting on with our lives. It's up to you three what we do, just as much as me. I'm not your master. I'm your partner and friend, and from now on I'll act like it. I hope you can forgive me." I gave them each a kiss on the forehead and slipped into bed. Candi, as always, joined me immediately. Darkling and Psylash took station at the foot of my bed, which hurt badly. They had slept snuggled against me when I first brought them home. I knew, however, that trust was not earned, or re-earned, in a single night. I hoped they took me seriously and believed what I had said. I meant every last word of it with every fiber of my being. Sleep was elusive, but it eventually claimed me despite my brooding mind, and with sleep came nightmares. Nameless cruelties played before my eyes, terrifying in their cold, calculated nature. It was a terrifying experience. I was trapped in a dream world from which I was denied any escape, even wakefulness. All I could do was watch, an unwilling observer and participant. They didn't start off badly. I was an Eevee, young, happy, and carefree, bred and raised by humans, given over now to my first trainer. He treated me well, gave me everything I could ever want, even a companion, a female Eevee to play and train with. My trainer loved me, I could feel it in the way he petted me, hear it in the way he spoke to me, see it in his actions towards me, and I loved him too. I wanted to grow stronger for him, to be and do everything he wanted and needed from me. So, I evolved. It was a glorious sensation. I had expected it to be painful, but it felt incredible. Bones lengthened and stretched, flesh melted and reformed, organs rearranged themselves, and all I felt was a glow of satisfaction, of completion. As my transformation completed, I was nearly overwhelmed by sensory overload. My evolution had sharpened my normal senses and given me new ones as well. My mind was a turmoil of emotions, my own feelings subsumed by those pressing in on me from others. I felt love and awe from my playmate, mingled with longing and envy. From my trainer I felt only smug satisfaction. But there were other minds pressing against my own, so very many of them, and underlying it all, a dark sense of foreboding. I thought I might be crushed beneath the onslaught of external stimuli, but then I thrust outwards, forcing them away. I could almost feel dams and blockades rising within my mind to keep them at bay and protect me from further incursions. Slowly, my head cleared, and I stood proud before my trainer. This was my gift to him for his kindness and love. I had expected praise, compliments, joy, something. All I received was the brilliant red glare of a Pokeball's capture beam. I didn't like Pokeballs. The nebulous sensation of being without a solid form was disturbing to say the least. It did give me time to think and to consider what my new form might be capable of, though how much time I would never know. In the hibernative stasis of a Pokeball, time was meaning less. I could be let out in a day, a month, or a year and never know the difference. I was released after an indeterminate wait. I gave myself a shake and examined my surroundings, curious as to where I might be. The first thing that hit me was the stench. The air reeked of old blood, fear, and death. There was an oppressive, lingering mental pall as well, of anger and pain, with a predominance of fear. As my mind slowly filtered out the nearly overwhelming gloom, I began to take in the room. It was small, perhaps eight feet cubed, with one small window high up and a strong metal door. There were chains and straps bolted into the concrete of the walls and floor and hanging from the beams overhead. Shelves lined the walls as well, at waist height to my trainer. I could glimpse strange instruments upon them, the function of which I could guess at but tried not to. Dark stains discolored large swathes on every surface. I was shivering as I turned to face my trainer. He stood by the door, arms crossed, a sly smirk twisting his usually kind features into something ugly, still radiating smug satisfaction. I made a small, questioning sound, and he stepped forward to kneel before me. I instinctively flinched as his hand came up to pet me, stroking soothingly between my ears, but I felt no comfort. A soft jingle caught my ears, and I pulled away but too late. I was jerked short by the manacle that clicked into place around my neck. I panicked, tugging against the chain that held me in place, throwing myself from one side to the other, struggling with all my might, fighting against the future I could feel bearing down on me. He simply knelt there, watching me, that horrible smirk never leaving his mouth. We both knew the eventual outcome of my struggles. It was only a matter of minutes before I lay panting and winded, the heavy collar dragging my head to the ground. He leaned down over me then, reaching down to cup my cheeks in his hands. He murmured soothing words and ruffled my fur, but I heard nothing over the pounding of my heart and the horrible pressure against my mind. As he stroked over my cheek tufts, I could hear dark whispers. Terrible images flitted across my vision and my eyes were drawn to the stains. My body began to tremble as my heart raced and my lungs could not seem to draw in enough breath. This was beyond panic. This was more primal and visceral than mere panic. This was a paralyzing fear that hearkened back to the earliest days of survival, when the line between life and death could lie between two heartbeats. This was the gripping dread that prey felt as a predator swooped down. Death would have been welcome if only to extinguish the pulsing terror coursing through my veins and running rampant in my skull. Then, when it seemed I would be crushed beneath the emotional onslaught or explode from trying to contain and master it, a small bud of warmth seemed to suddenly swell behind my eyes. My mind sharpened and focused. This man, my trainer, was the cause of my fear. He was the source of my distress and the reason so many others had suffered so much misery. I felt the warmth expand, concentrating itself in the center of my forehead but spreading to envelop my entire being. I knew what he was going to do an instant before he did it, but my body still would not respond to my wishes. His fingers twisted sharply, my cheek tufts trapped between them. My world exploded into infinite pain, blanketing the overwhelming panic and snuffing out the warmth. It seemed to last an eternity, sharp white spikes punctuating red hot agony. I could not move. I could not think. I was not even certain that I was breathing or that my heart still beat. All that existed was the endless, unbearable agony. Then slowly, it began to fade. Gradually, the world began to fade back in. I heard raspy pants and hoarse whimpers. It took me a moment to realize that they were my own. A dark film lay over my vision. I shook my head weakly to clear it, but that only brought a resurgence of the nerve-searing fire within my cheeks. I tried to bring my forepaws to them in a futile attempt to protect them from further harm but could not. A slight shift of my head showed them to be encased in some sort of boot that held them immobile against the floor. Testing showed that my hind limbs had been similarly restrained, though there seemed to be some sort of cushion beneath my stomach which held my rump aloft. My tail was also held fixed, pulled up over my back and attached to my collar. I did not eve bother to struggle. I simply lay there, regaining my strength. I heard my master walking around the room, light scrapings of metal on metal, mechanical clicks and snaps. Eventually he came to stand before me. I could still smell grass on his boots as I looked up at him, and all the experiences of my prior training flitted through my mind and faded away. This was my true training, it seemed. This was what had been planned for me all along. The smug expression was still firmly in place, and his grin had widened further. In his hand, he held a remote of some kind, which he lovingly fondled. "I'll make it very simple," he explained. "I'm going to break you. There's nothing you can do. I'm going to hurt you in ways you've never imagined, and you'll crawl to lick my boots and beg for more just because you know it will make me happy." He leaned down and tapped the remote against my nose, making sure he had my attention. "This little device is quite useful in the application of pain. The best part about it is that it causes no real damage. It stimulates the nerves in your most sensitive parts directly, but leaves them fully functioning and completely unharmed. A side effect that I particularly enjoy is that it won't send you into shock,. No matter how high I put the setting, no matter how far I push you, you'll -never- pass out. You'll never be able to escape the pain." He moved behind me and I heard him squat down. "It also has a secondary setting. It can stimulate your nerves in quite a different manner." I jumped as I felt his fingers stroke through the fur between my legs. One of them found the slit that held my genitals and slipped between the sensitive nether lips to caress the head of my penis. I squirmed in my bonds. I had never been touched in such a manner, had never even touched myself in that way. It felt decidedly odd. The finger retracted, and a few moments later I felt small pricks of cold against either side of my slit as something metallic was pressed against my skin. A second later, I lay panting, my whole body tingling slightly. A wave of pleasure had blasted through me, like nothing I had felt before. I could feel the tip of my penis pressing against the cushion as his fingers played over my now hardened shaft. He chuckled in amusement. "So you see, it does have more than one practical application, no?" I felt a sharp prick at the base of my member, a momentary pain. "But we'll discuss the multitudinous functions of this useful little device later. For now, we'll continue with reward..." It felt as though every millimeter of my shaft was being stroked by velvet. "and punishment." The velvet suddenly turned to fire. I cried out, certain my flesh was being burnt from my body. I heard the rustle and flop of clothing being removed and cast aside. "As reward for being such a -good- little Eevee and evolving into an Espeon for me, I'm going to rape you." Something warm and hard pressed against my tailhole as a hand stroked over my hip. "I'm going to rape you, and you're going to enjoy it. You're going to want it. You're even going to help me." The hardness began to push forwards against me, and I tried to move away, but my bonds prohibited it. It was, at first, merely uncomfortable but quickly escalated as I felt my tightly clenched anal ring pressed inwards. It pulled back, and I felt a moistened finger tip rub over my puckered anus before it returned. Without warning, it rammed into me, breaking past every defense my body had mustered to keep it at bay. I screamed. I vomited. I could feel it inside me. I could feel his shaft pulsing against my torn innards with every beat of his heart, my passage instinctively clenching against the invader. The pain was almost immediately flushed away by another wave of pleasure, and I felt my hips jerk slightly, though they were held in place by the grip of my mangled flesh around his proportionately massive member. He began to pull out, and I screamed once more. It was as if a thousand razors were being drawn through my intestines. It seemed to take forever. I could smell my blood on the air and felt the warm trickle of it running down my inner thighs. When I could feel only my anal ring still being stretched by the enormous girth, he stopped. My mind exploded once more as he slammed home, but his timing had improved, apparently. It was not pain that coursed through me, but pleasure once more. Out and in, agony and bliss, excruciation and ecstasy, thus did it continue. The more I struggled and screamed, the harder and faster he went. The harder and faster he went, the more intense the waves became. The harder I clenched and squirmed, the deeper he drove and the more prolonged the euphoria After an eternity, I realized that the waves no longer came. They were instead replaced by a somewhat duller sensation that seemed to be building in the pit of my stomach. I realized that I was thrusting back as he pressed forwards. It felt as though the head of his shaft were butting against the back of my throat. I realized that I could feel the base of my shaft beginning to swell as his sack slapped against it. I almost stopped myself, but something pushed me to continue. Despite the agony of aiding in my own rape, I clenched as hard as I could. Despite the searing fire that clawed at my intestines, I slammed my hips back against his. I realized that I -wanted- the pleasure. I took his thrusts and returned with my own as the dull pressure continued to build. It began to fill me, as the warmth had, pushing out all other sensation. My shaft strained and pulsed, the bulb at the base fully engorged. It built until I could take no more, and then something within me burst. My vision flared white. I felt my hips and tailhole spasm, and a burning, wondrous release rushed through my swollen member to spurt against the cushion. This was quickly followed by my genitals igniting once more. As I writhed, trapped between heaven and hell, I heard a whisper in my ear. "Never come before your Master." The burning slowly faded as I felt a sudden warmth in my bowels. He jerked and pulsed within me, and I knew he had found his own release. After a few moments, he pulled himself free, the last of his seed spraying over my upturned rump. I lay motionless as he gathered his clothes and left, the sound of the lock sliding home sounding like the tolling of the bells in my ears. Tears flowed silently from my eyes, and I prayed for the darkness I felt settling over me to never lift. The humiliation, the fear, the knowledge that he had been -right-! I was doomed and damned by my own actions. I had betrayed myself. And this was only the beginning... I jerked awake with a startled cry. I wiped at my blurred eyes and glanced around, frantic. My heart raced. My breath came in short pants. It dawned on me slowly that I was in my own bed, in my own room, in my own home. It had been a dream, a nightmare, and nothing more. Or had it? I noticed Psylash, still stationed at the foot of my bed, was in much the same condition as myself. We looked at one another over that minuscule gulf, our pounding hearts beating in time as they gradually began to slow. Tentatively, he rose to his feet and took a hesitant step towards me. He took another and a third then sprinted the remaining distance into my arms. I held him tight against my chest as we wept together. We wept with pain, with fear, with outrage. And as our tears mingled on my bedclothes and in his fur, I felt our minds and emotions twine as well. I felt his need, and he felt my love. I felt his pain, and he felt my caring. I felt his scars, and he felt my anger. We felt within each other the same breed of determination, the same breed of hate. I felt his trust, and he felt my loyalty. We lay like that for a long time, knowing each other in ways that only two kindred souls could. Finally, sleep took us both, and together we dreamed of hope and light and vengeance.