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"Oh---yeah, okay," Ben said, still a bit dazed from being groped by Ben in the truck for so long. Despite his hesitation about this new arrangement, his body clearly didn't mind the feeling of Donna's fingers running up and down his thigh, leaving him turned on and his underwear sticky and wet to the point of distraction. He hopped down from the truck, trying to shake the feeling off.

Surveying his surroundings, he looked over the battered train cars. This was a pretty good idea for a hiding place, although the communal aspect made him nervous. He glanced around at the people in the Yard, some of them looking curiously at him, the newcomer. He quickly looked away and focused his gaze on Donna descending from the truck. He had seen what people were capable of when they were desperate, when there were no consequences... so, ever since his big sister's death, he'd been on his own. Thinking about Titus's warning and the way Donna had pulled him up to sit properly as they approached the Yard, he wondered what these people would do if they learned how he was paying to be here.

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Donna stepped out of the truck and stretched, giving Ben a great view of her sinewy body. That was intentional. She wanted him to be good and horny. Otherwise he might get cold feet, and then where would she be? Her breasts pressed out against the fabric of her shirt. Then she sighed and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Come on, I'll show you around."

"Titus lives on the first floor, and we store the supplies there. Howie has his own car, over yonder, and we'll be up on the second floor." The second floor consisted of a long corridor with a bunch of doors, which once led to passenger compartments. But as Donna opened one, Ben could see that the interior walls had been knocked out between three compartments, giving her a nice long---if narrow---room. A car battery fed a string of white Christmas lights strung around the ceiling, and a mattress on the floor was piled with blankets and pillows in a little nest. At the far end of the room she'd strung up clotheslines and hangers. It was... a home.

"I figure I'll make one of the spare compartments into a room for you. So you can have your own space to keep stuff. And to keep up appearances a little. But you'll sleep here, with me." She flopped into the nest and sighed contentedly. "I really should help unload, but I could really use a lie-down. I think I'll just have to make it up to them with a nice chili dinner later. Come here, join me." She patted the bed next to her.

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"That sounds good. It's nice in here," Ben said, surprised at how true that was. He hadn't had his own room---or any need for one, since he was alone---in years, and he wouldn't have considered any of his temporary hideouts in abandoned buildings a ''home''. He didn't know what to expect when Donna brought him here, but it was actually pretty comfortable. The dim lighting of the Christmas lights was nostalgic, a reminder of better times when they would have been a decoration instead of a necessary light source. Between that and the mention of a cooked meal, he couldn't help but relax a little, even as he approached the bed with an idea of what was probably going to happen in it.

Right now, part of him didn't find the thought so terrible, namely the part that Donna had been teasing the whole way there. He was sure she was doing it on purpose, and he was sure she was intentionally making her long, lean body look just as inviting as the warm bed she was laying on---he was being manipulated. His survival instincts couldn't forget that. Still, maybe he should lean into it a little... he needed to make her happy, after all. Taking a quiet, shaky breath, he laid next to her and snuggled up against her side.

[Assistant] "Good boy," Donna turned toward him and ran her fingers through his hair. His body felt especially small when lined up against hers lengthwise. "I know it'll take some time to get settled, but I do hope you'll be happy here." She meant that wholeheartedly. She was already enjoying his presence, and she was about to enjoy it a lot more. It would be a shame if that only went one way. She pressed her other hand into his thigh again, and let it slide up, and up... and this time, gently pressed her palm against his public mound, over his pants. "I think you will. I could tell you were getting hot and bothered in the truck," she slowly began to rub. "And so was I." She regarded his face with a sly smile, and then leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips.

[User] Their lips met, and Ben returned the kiss. It was soft, almost chaste in contrast to the lewd motion of Donna's hand. He blushed at her comments about his arousal---was it really that obvious? "I-I know you noticed, you were doing it on purpose," he mumbled, but his tone was light instead of accusing. It was hard to be mad about it as pleasure built with her movements. He let his gaze dip from her face, taking in her body. His eyes lingering on the curve of her breasts under her shirt, then on her hand pressing down on his sensitive pussy, teasing his clitoris through the layers of fabric---he closed his eyes and arched up slightly against her touch. He knew this was wrong, but the part of him that had been craving stimulation was getting harder to ignore.

[Assistant] Donna tittered softly and winked. "Good. I'd hate to think I was too subtle about it. Like what you see?" She noted his eyes on her, before he closed them. "You can touch, if you want. No need to be shy." Her hand slid up just a hair, away from his clit, and slowly unfastened the front of his pants. When her fingers returned there was one layer fewer between them and their goal.

[User] "Maybe..." Ben's voice wavered as he opened his eyes and looked again at Donna's chest. He hesitantly reach over to touch her breast, pressing his fingertips along the side before lighting squeezing. It was soft and warm, and the feel of it instantly had him twice as turned on, his clit swollen and needy. The fabric of his briefs shifted beneath her touch, thin enough the he could feel each fingertip, even the tips of her nails lightly tickling through it. His hips shifted on their own; his body wanted more. Self conscious, he pulled his hand away and swallowed, chest rising as he breathed deeper.

[Assistant] "Mmm," Donna let a low moan escape her lips. It had been a long time since anyone had played with her breasts even a little. But Ben's timidity won out and he pulled away. That was fine, he was too precious to be a disappointment. "You've been soaking these undies, haven't you? You horny boy." Her fingers found his clit through the thin fabric and began to circle, to tease. She watched Ben's face grow redder and redder until she couldn't take it anymore, and using the hand still buried in his hair, she pulled his face into her bosom gently yet firmly. The soft mound of her breast rubbed up on his mouth and cheek, and her fingers began to work his swollen nub in earnest.

[User] The boy squeaked as his face was pressed right into Donna's breast, then gasped with a tiny "Ah!" as her fingers picked up speed. Pushing through his hesitation, he decided to give Donna what she obviously wanted; he slid his hand up her torso to cup the side of her breast and squeezed, rubbing his thumb over the firm bump of her nipple through her shirt. Ben wasn't sure if he was doing this right, and his movements were clumsy, faltering as the sensation on his clit became overwhelming. As he felt the wetness of his arousal spreading up over the swollen little button, he whimpered and squirmed against Donna's hand, nearing his peak.

[Assistant] Donna moaned in earnest, now. Her nipple stood hard through the fabric, though it was far from the hardest thing about her right now. Clumsy or no, Ben's touch felt good. And she could teach him to be skilled with time. At his age he was sure to be a fast learner. She pulled his head away from her chest and bent to kiss his lips again, savoring the expression of need on his face. "Good boy," she said again. "Are you going to come for me?" Her fingers kept working, slick with his lust. She knew the answer, and she locked eyes with him, ready to memorize the face of his first orgasm with her.

[User] Ben bit his lip and managed a whimpered "Mm-hm" before his whole body convulsed and bucked against her hand. His mouth opened with a moan, hand clenched down on her breast, body trembling in climax. Looking up into Donna's eyes, he felt exposed, unable to control the way his face twisted at the waves of pleasure rolling over him. Gradually, they faded, leaving him panting and leaning into Donna's body. He shakily let go of her breast and took a moment to collect himself. _Did I really just... do that?_ With the horny fog that had overtaken his mind subsiding, the 12-year-old felt a bit shy, almost guilty for giving in so quickly. He wasn't supposed to like this. Still, remembering that he was supposed to be here to pleasure her, not the other way around, he propped himself up on one arm and looked down at the bulge in Donna's pants, then back up at her face. "Your... your turn, right?" he asked breathlessly.

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Donna savored the expression her new pet made as he came, and gently stroked his hair as the feelings passed through him. "Yes, love. My turn now." She reached down slowly and unfastened her pants. Ben could see the shape straining against then, and then she tugged them down along with her panties and it sprang into view. Ben had no particular reference for comparison (yet), but for something that might eventually end up inside of him it seemed terrifyingly long and thick. Yet somehow also elegant, in the way it bobbed up on its own and pulsed expectantly. Clearly, she had been enjoying herself, as her tip already welled up with precum.

Pants down, Donna shifted back onto her back and got comfortable on a pillow. She watched Ben carefully, curious just how far he would go willingly. Sooner or later she was going to come up against his limits, and she planned to be gentle enough when pushing through them, but just how far would his instincts take him? How much of a little boyslut had she picked up? "Be a good boy and return the favor."

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Watching her penis bob slightly, the boy was intimidated---and maybe a little jealous, but his mind was quickly distracted from that by the alarming thought that that huge thing was supposed to go inside his tiny hole, somehow. Dread began to build as it hit him that he would have to let her do it if she wanted, whether he liked it or not... but he couldn't let that distract him. Pushing aside the anxiety, he focused determinedly on her cock. For the time being, he was just ''returning the favor''. Maybe if he did a good job, he wouldn't have to worry about the rest for now.

As much as he had always wished he had one of these, Ben wasn't sure what to do with it now that he was looking at somebody else's. He hesitantly touched the tip to feel the precum, and then swirled his finger to spread it over the glans. Thinking about how wetness made it feel better on his own body, he licked across his palm and over his fingers, face twitching a bit as he tasted the salty fluid. His hand gently wrapped around Donna's thick shaft and slid in steady strokes over its full length. He peeked up at her face. "How's that...?"

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Donna watched Ben's hand on her cock and moaned. He was even thought to lube it! And his little hand was so cute, the way it barely wrapped all the way around. It made her feel like her cock was massive, which she knew objectively shouldn't turn her on as much as it did. It would probably ruin her day if she thought about it too hard, so she just embraced the feeling and thrust into Ben's soft little hand. "Oh, buddy, that's really good. You're a natural."

She reached down to slide her hands over his body again, savoring the feeling of soft skin under her hands. "Oh, fuck," she moaned softly. She was already building toward orgasm. She tugged his shirt up to bare his belly and most of his chest. He had cute little puffy nipples, and she played with them as the pressure built and her eyes grew unfocused. "Fuck, don't stop."

[User] "Yeah?" Ben perked up a bit at the compliment. His breath hitched as her fingers massaged his nipples, feeling his cunny twitch with new arousal from the stimulation---and from the way Donna reacted to his touch. He was both relieved that this seemed to be satisfying enough for her and irrationally pleased that he was good at this. Not to mention how his naughtier side was enjoying the view, the way her voice sounded right now... He squeezed her cock just a bit tighter, moving faster.

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"Yeah," Donna's husky voice gasped out, and she turned onto her side again, toward Ben, and kissed him hard on the lips. She wanted to say something else encouraging, but the words caught in her throat as her orgasm hit. Instead she just moaned into his mouth. "Yeaaaahhhhhh!" Her cock began to pulse under his hand, and spat hot streams of sticky fluid onto his palm... tummy... chest... the inside of his pulled-up shirt... one particularly enthusiastic shot landed on his cheek, just below his ear. Finally, the fleshy rod in his hand stilled, spent. Donna let out a long, satisfied sigh and nuzzled her little charge. Her chest rose and fell sharply. She'd made a mess of her own shirt as well.

"Welp," she laughed softly. "I was going to say something about the spit being smart. But, I think you got the idea. I was worried I'd have to teach you from scratch. You had fun, I hope? There's a looot more where that came from, don't worry." She looked down his body, at the rapidly drying streaks she'd left up and down his torso, and felt deliciously naughty. She pulled her soiled shirt off and carefully wiped the glob from his cheek.

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Donna's moaned encouragement interrupted the kiss and forced Ben's lips to part, her voice vibrating through his mouth, their saliva mingling. He jumped back in surprise when strings of hot, sticky cum unloaded all over him. A startled "Ah!" escaped his mouth at the one that hit his cheek. Releasing the softening mass from his grip, he felt himself starting to relax, afterglow warming him.

He couldn't help but laugh along with her. "I got it." There was a pause, hesitation stalling his words. "Yeah, I had fun," he admitted, not quite able to meet her eyes. Maybe having more of that in his future wasn't so bad, but it didn't seem smart to say so. Ben didn't want to test how far his luck would go before this took a bad turn. But when Donna gently cleaned his face, his head tilted against her hand on its own. Some lonely little touch-starved part of him caved. He let his body melt into the bed against her and snuggled in more genuinely this time, savoring the skin on skin contact now that they were both shirtless.

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Donna smiled and held Ben in her arms, petting him affectionately, and for once platonically. She could feel his breathing against her chest, and she guided his face to rest on her shoulder. He found that from here he could hear her heartbeat, a soothing rhythm. "Me too. Welcome home, Ben." She kept holding him, rocking him lightly, until they both dozed off.

When Ben woke up, he was alone in the room, nestled in the nest of pillows and blankets. He was in his underwear, but his pants and shirt were neatly folded next to him. He could hear voices, from somewhere outside, and laughter. Something in the air smelled funny, yet familiar, like a distant memory.

Cooking!


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In the dark and gritty alleyways of the Meat Streets, home to slave traders and butchers alike, one such place of slaves was being perused by someone belonging to a group of beings that was reviled perhaps more than any other in the city if you asked your average man or woman living in proper, civilized society. A demon, born of hellfire and formed by the darkest desires of mortal souls, was currently rubbing his chin in pondering thought, gazing down at a slave girl locked in one of the many cages inside the dinky place, all the while the pig-like merchant stood nearby grinning and rubbing his hands in eager anticipation.

The demon, for there could be no mistaking it, stood well past two meters tall, broad and bulky, clad in clothes that were surprisingly clean for someone living in this city. Volgrim wore a furred half-cloak draped across one shoulder, whatever beast it was from bearing a strange midnight purple pigmentation, a tunic with dangling bone charms open to the chest, and a pair of comfortable looking pantaloons that ended near his shins where he stood on hooved feet like most demons did.

His bare chest and arms rippled with muscles brimming with demonic strength, splotches of purple scales scattered across his rough, red skin, and the mane of dark hair framed a head from which twin horns sprouted, the dark eyes further down glowing with an inner fire like charcoals. There was very little in the way of pity or empathy in those eyes as he beheld the slave in question, one of his hooves clicking on the dirty stone floor to snuff out an errant ember that had sprung from the hellhound's fur he wore on his shoulder.

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The slave the demon was currently inspecting could still be considered a little girl, the note written in a dirty handwriting stated that she was apparently 10 years old and of the cat people's race, as could have also been easily figured by her large cat ears adorning long black hair. The only thing covering her flat chest and crotch area was a black leotard, the young girls pale skin showed some fresh bruising.

Noticeable however was the lengths the seller went to to restrain this girl in particular. Every other girl in sight was simply left standing in their cage, only this little girl in particular was suspended from a chain in her cage, her legs and arms cuffed, even her thumbs and index fingers were stringed tightly together.

The explanation for this could be found in the remaining text on the note, aside from noting girl was still a virgin it also had a short list of her skills, advertising her as a lock picker, thief and assassin, however also denoting that she was completely untrained as a slave and was therefore marked as discounted inventory.

Her still unrestrained nature showing when meeting eyes with the demon, her bright yellow eyes filled with rage, she hisses with her still rather childish voice, "what are you looking at, scum?" in the demonic language.

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His gaze traveling across the little girl's bound form, Volgrim noted with some appreciation her good condition and how clearly fit she was, not at all like those who of her kind who were kept as pets or playthings. She was still a child of course, but already she was developing curves and a feminine fullness to her body that was pleasing to the eyes, not just a scrawny runt who'd survived on scraps before being taken as a slave. Then he met her eyes, fierce and yellow glaring up at him in a way that ignited his lust for a moment, only to raise a brow in surprise as she spoke the demon tongue, a rare trait among mortals.

Instead of getting angry himself he simply chuckled in amusement, his ember like eyes flickering in the dim light of the shop. "Oh, a feisty little one, aren't we?" he replied in demon tongue, ignoring the slave dealer who was glancing nervously between the two of them, clearly unaware of what they were saying. "Merchant," he continued, causing the portly pig-like man to jump slightly in alarm, "She's got quite the tongue on her, doesn't she?" he asked, glancing towards the man without turning his head.

"O-oh, well," the slave merchant started, sweating nervously while rubbing his hands together, "That---that just means she has quite a lot of energy and gumption, doesn't it? Eh---eh heh heh---" he chuckled, clearly wracking his brain trying to come up with ways to sell the idea of her, his recent, most frustrating acquisition, being a worthwhile slave.

Volgrim said nothing in reply, instead simply shifting his gaze back to the slave girl, not showing much in the way of emotion. "So, my spirited little kitten, what is your name?"

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"Ailin, but your tongue is not worth enough to otter those syllables." the young girl answered, adding the latter as to not seem compliant after answering that question so quickly.

She started rattling with her chains behind the back, in a desperate attempt to get away from this creature she despised, that seemed to show great interest in her despite her verbal attacks. So far she managed to shoo away every other customer with her hostile attitude, most seemed like to look for a little sex pet, that would lick her disgusting masters asshole without a word of objection, but this little cat woman was the polar opposite of that ideal.

Though she had learned that a girl had to perform a sexual favor occasionally, for the right creature to avoid worse attacks. Slum lords for instance often demanded sexual services from all women who were unclaimed by a man of good standing, young age in this town without rules or morality not being an excuse to get out if this obligation.

So Ailin wasn't exactly a pure child but her pride kept always kept from letting those despised creatures let any closer to her than she absolutely needed, which so far limited to having performed services with her black silk gloved hands and feet.

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While the slave trader could only look on anxiously, praying to whatever dark gods he worshiped that he'd somehow be able to pawn this unruly slave off, Volgrim continued to keep his thoughtful gaze on the little thing, showing no hint of emotion even as she insulted him again. Instead he grinned, sharp teeth glinting in the light cast by a nearby torch, apparently finding no small amount of amusement in the way she shook and struggled with her chains, as if that was going to accomplish anything at all.

"It looks like you're not aware of your own situation," he finally said, speaking in the demonic tongue still, "Even if you did manage to somehow slip out of your bindings, that slave collar around your throat can't be removed quite as easily," he explained, tapping at the hard, red skin of his own throat for emphasis. "You seem like a smart enough girl," he continued when he'd gotten her attention, "I'm sure you're aware that, if nobody ends up buying you as a slave, you are most certainly going to be sold off as meat or breeding stock."

"Feel free to hate me if you like," he said with a shrug, tapping at the iron cage's bars, "but I can at least promise you that you'll live if you manage to make yourself useful to me. Isn't that a much more tempting prospect?" he chuckled darkly, his mirth not mirrored by the smoldering embers that was his eyes.

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The young girl was all to aware of how much a bad situation she had gotten herself into but, she would never allow herself to become like the other caged girls on sale.

Even now that she was locked up herself, she couldn't help but see them as a cattle, most of these girls seemed to lack any self-worth and showed their body off in vulgar ways when instructed by the pig of a slave trader. When a potential new master that wasn't as lowly as a disgusting overweight orc came in, girls, some even younger than herself, would try to lure them in, showing of their bodies but the despair was obvious on their innocent faces.

Ailin would never allow herself to sink that low, she was born a fighter, she at least liked to think that. So her will to fight back was unbroken, "Do I look like I was ever stupid enough to trust the words of a demon?" she almost responded smugly, saving face only for herself.

Her rage clearing up a little after that victory for herself, she added, "Though my deals with your kind haven't been the worst so far..." but she was unwilling to finish that sentence, after all she swore to never offer herself up like those other girls.

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What a treat this one was turning out to be, Volgrim thought, his grin only widening at her continued fierceness. "Good, it looks like even a girl who would so brazenly insult a demon while bound and helpless still has some common sense left," he said, momentarily turning his smoldering gaze to the slave trader and inclining his head to the cage, causing the fat creature to fumble out his keys and unlock it.

Far too big to fit the cage standing up, Volgrim instead knelt down in front of her, eyes boring into hers. "So instead I'll make you a promise," he said, voice crackling like cindering coals, and with speed impressive for a being his size he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes, "You can avoid the grizzly fates of most of the young ones in here. All you have to do is make yourself useful to me in whatever way you can, prove to me that you are worth keeping alive by making use of that fighting spirit of yours," he continued, unholy gaze carrying with it dark promises, "Do you think you are strong enough to do that, Ailin?"

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The demons firm grip felt as solid as stone to the young girl, but she felt like this really might be the only way out of a even worse fate for her. This demon had been the only customer so far that didn't just look at the little girl with eyes of pure depraved lust, maybe she would even get to do some of her old work and enjoy some autonomy as a thief or assassin of some sort.

So she finally responded as best as she could with her chin fixed in position, "I can certainly promise you that I will never surrender like them, and that your kind has always been impressed with my abilities." the girl phrased her answer in a cocky manner.

However her face betrayed her inner thoughts, frightened by looking into the demons eyes, she dreaded this gamble might turn out even worse than the one that made her become property in the first place.

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For a moment longer Volgrim gazed into her eyes, the pretty yellow of her feline orbs mixing well with the attempt at bravado, even if her current position made it a rather empty gesture. "Hmmm..." he hummed to himself in thought, turning her head sideways to examine her a little more, noting her cute, fluffy black ears and generally how well cared for her body was, much more so than the other sorry little scraps found in most slave places. "I will hold you to that," he finally said, brushing his thumb across her soft cheek, his voice quiet like a whisper as he spoke into one of her feline ears, "So do your best to please me, prove to me that you are worth your life."

Then he released her, stepping back out of the cage and rising to his full, impressive height, turning to look at the portly slave merchant. "I'll take her, at half your initial price," he said, causing the merchant to making a stuttering oinking sound in protest, though he sunk back at Volgrim's glare, "Or did you imagine you'd be able to sell her for even that at the nearest breeding house?"

For a moment the merchant looked like he was going to complain further, then threw an annoyed glare towards the pain in his side that the cat girl slave had been, before finally sighing. "Right... ya got it," he said, waddling over to the cage to slip a leash into her slave collar before undoing the chains binding her to the chair and pulling her out, handing the leash to Volgrim who exchanged it with a purse of coins. "She your head ache now."

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A shiver ran down the little cat's spine after the whispered words, not only because she was expected to please horrifying creature of a man repulsed her but more so she was frightened of the acts of sadism demons like Volgrim were capable of doing.

One of her previous demonic customers kept little girls of exceptional beauty in class cases where they kept being raped by mindless and tentacles and even more disgusting abominations day than day in and day out. Their bodies kept in youthful conditions fully alive by the demons dark magic but their mind so broken that their eyes seemed completely devoid of life from the endless torture of being raped. Which as the demon explained to her uninvited is what he loved the most about what he called his art. Ailin who was rarely phased but the suffering around her, she was more than used to, still had nightmares for weeks from the sight alone.

Coming back to reality from that horrible memory, Ailin heard Volgrim haggling her price down half and couldn't help but feel the insult, her initial discount was a victory for her after causing so much trouble for the seller, that he wanted to get rid of her quickly, but now being further devalued she couldn't help but feel some anger, even if she never wanted her price as a slave to influence her thinking in the first place.

Her frown only growing when she was put on a leash, deciding to probe how much she could allow herself with Volgrim right from the beginning she probed, "You know, only a dunce would put a cat on a leash?".

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Their transaction finished the slave merchant wandered off to take care of his other slaves, more than happy to finally put the infuriating cat beast-kin out of his mind. His only joy at the moment was the thought that the demon could likely inflict far worse horrors on her than he could. Volgrim meanwhile fastened the leash around an iron loop on his black leather belt, attaching her to him by an arm's length worth of leash.

"Hmm?" he hummed absentmindedly as she spoke up, glancing down at her once more with a mostly expressionless face. Standing next to her as he was, the difference in size between the two of them was even more obscenely evident, her head practically only at crotch height to him, and so much bigger that she could sit comfortably on one of his broad shoulders. "You think so?" he asked her with mock puzzlement, rubbing his chin in pretend thought for a moment, his gaze moving from the leash to her collar, "I think it looks quite good on you, fits the misbehaving kitten to a tee. Or maybe you'd prefer I carry you over my shoulder like a sack? Either way should make it clear enough to anyone we pass on the street that you belong to me."

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Humiliated, the girl realized as with her other banter it failed to impress Volgrim in any way. Walking on a leash also was still lot better than to being carried like inanimate object.

Ailin decided to put off testing her new limits for some later, at least she could finally use her arms and legs normally again, which was already a big improvement to the last weeks.

Though Ailin didn't really recognize him as her new master yet, she decided to play question her master, "You know the least you could tell me, now that I am supposed to serve you is your name."

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His new purchase secured, Volgrim wasted little time in beginning to walk, expecting the obviously nimble little thing to follow him even if he did take much longer strides than she did with each step, the length of the leash not allowing her to fall too far behind. The dingy little shop was dirty and dim as could be, with the merchant clearly not wasting any money on making it comfortable for his slaves, and as little as possible on any potential customers. That was to be expected from a third rate crook.

This time he didn't even look down at her at her question, instead walking out into the even less clean street outside, the late noon sun barely managing to pierce through the crooked roofs and darkened alleyways, affording very little light to those races who still needed it. "That so? And why would a slave need to know any other name than 'Master'?" he asked her curiously, striding off down the alley and ignoring the skittering critters scampering out of his way, "You've yet proven yourself worth even that much to me, my little kitten."

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The young girl was unhappy this was really the treatment she was going to get from now on, even if she didn't act cocky. But as she clearly felt by the pull of the collar on her neck that she had to follow for now and make the best out of it.

Still as fit as before she was easily able to follow her master, but the stingy slave trader hadn't bothered to give her back any of her old clothing. The black leotard was the only remaining piece of her former outfit, but without her the tights she usually wore beneath it and some top piece she felt exposed, humiliated and cold, being dragged down barefoot to the dirty streets she once roamed freely.

So Ailin asked, "You know, I could prove myself worth it a lot more easily, if I had at least some more clothes to not freeze and lose my feet."

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As they walked down the dim alleyway they encountered very little in the way of anyone or anything else, aside from the occasional movement in the dark or a pair of red eyes gazing at them from within some decrepit building. This part of Garm easily was one of the least friendly, and that was saying a lot considering what the rest of the city was like. Above them dark carrion birds cawed and perched on decaying wood frames, observing the two with their beady eyes.

"Ah yes," he said, looking down at her petite feet as they trotted along, the ground thankfully devoid of garbage as any and everything was scavenged, "We wouldn't want to risk those cute little toes of yours, would we?" he continued with a chuckle, though he made no move to slow down or change their course, "I guess you'll just have to make yourself useful and earn some shoes too then, or you could rip some of what you're already wearing and fashion a pair. It's not like you're hurting for options here."

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"You won't have to pay for it, I frequented most decent clothing shops in this town, and could very easily just sneak in, take what I need, they should all be closed at this hour. I can take some for you too, you know." the little girl Ailin tried to bargain.

Ripping pieces off from her leotard was no option, she was humiliated enough already with what she was wearing. With less she would look like those cheap whores, seducing customers to sleep with them in broken down buildings long abounded by their original owner.

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"Oh? Sounds like I bought quite the little thief," Volgrim replied with an amused smirk, continuing his stride and leading her through the alleyway out onto a proper street, or at least as proper as it got in the slummiest part of the city. Out here green-skins, monsters, and half-breeds made their way around, all of them carrying weapons of some sort or another, and all of them pent up with aggression. Or lust, in a few cases where some cast glances towards Ailin, one bull-headed minotaur licking its lips in an obscene fashion while leering at her barely covered body, the simple loincloth it wore hardly enough to conceal all of its half-erect cock.

Her new master didn't seem to pay much heed to anyone else on the street, and none of them approached the two of them either. "Perhaps I just prefer you in as little clothing as possible?" he pointed out, "You might be a scrawny thing, but as far as little girls go you are quite enticing. I'm surprised nobody had claimed you before you became a slave. Maybe there were just none around who could handle your volatile demeanor?"

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Usually Ailin wouldn't redden in the face from such simple advances she was all to too used to, but now couldn't fight back or just swiftly get away from such unpleasantness. So all she could do is ignore his advances and continue on trying to bargain with her master, "If you're that keen on seeing more of my skin there's better outfits for that too, if I can at least have shoes I'll take whatever else you want me to wear.", the little girl plead with her owner.

"There's a store here where all the richer locals buy clothes for their slaves, I am sure you'd be able to see something you like through the bars of the shop window." In her desperation to get some clothing Ailin, really tried her best to play helpful, something she did not really plan on continuing later.

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Finally Volgrim did come to a stop, glancing down at the small cat girl with a raised brow, causing a brutish orc to grunt in annoyance and walk around them. "Eager to prove yourself already, are you? Or maybe you're just desperate for clothing?" he asked, thought without really asking it, "The modesty of mortals never ceases to amuse me." Still, he hadn't said no, and after casting a brief look over to the clothing shop in question he once more hummed in thought.

"Alright, if you're so eager, let's see what you can do," he finally said, kneeling down and withdrawing a metal cylinder from inside his open tunic, its sleek surface adorned with a symbol identical to the one on her collar. With a light tap to her collar the leash came free, dropping down against his leg, a small jolt of lightning springing from between the rod and its assigned collar. "Let's go window shopping then."


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Hiro watched the family car leave the driveway, pretty much like every Friday afternoon. With his parents gone for yet another weekend, with his father at some company retreat and his mother at a conference of some sorts, it was once more 17 year old, black haired, lanky but athletic Hiro who was the one who had to do the work at home. Not that this was new to him, it was pretty much a given by now. Aside from him trying to get into the football club's main team and the boxing club he was part off, his social life was pretty much dead. Thanks to the fact that if he didn't do the cooking, no one would do it at home.

With an annoyed grunt he closed the front door and slipped off the jacket of his school uniform as he made his way to his room. Although, the weekend might have an upside... He smirked as he remembered the plan he had made. Now, where was that sister of his, was she already home or did she again spend much too much time after school hanging out with her stupid friends or going shopping? Not that he really knew what she did outside of school, he just assumed it was stupid and annoying.

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Chika flipped her long, straight, blonde locks over her shoulder (which were dyed, her natural hair being black), laughing with her friends at the mall. She had in fact went shopping. Her parents weren't around to tell her to go straight home after school. It being a Friday was a bonus. She, with her friends, stood around a table at the foot court, their school uniform's skirts rolled up far above their knees and their shirt sleeves rolled up their arms. They each had matching white leg warmers on. Makeup adorned her face, false eyelashes allowing her to bat her eyes and wink at a few boys she thought were cute that passed by. She had on hoop earrings and press on nails that spanned just above her finger tips. They were pink in color with little jewels glued on. For a fourteen year old, it was a tad too much. But, she loved the style. She had forgotten her light brown contacts that day so her natural dark brown eyes peered down at her cell phone to look at the time. A few hours had gone by since school ended.

"Damn. Sorry, guys, I should get home. Call me later, okay?" She told her friends. They each nodded and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She picked up her school bag along with the few shopping bags and left the mall. It was luckily not too far from her home, so she was able to avoid a train ride. Just a twenty minute walk and she would be home.

Once home she pulled her key out of a pocket of her school bag and unlocked the door. Inside, she closed the door behind her and locked the door. She slipped her school shoes off at the entrance and stepped up into the house.

"Hiro?" She called out, wondering if he was home. He most likely was, but she just had to check if he had stepped out. She set her bags down in the living room and flopped over onto the couch, pulling her phone back out to check her Instagram and Twitter. With the way she was positioned on the couch, and how short her skirt was, her brother may be able to see her white panties underneath.

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Already having slipped out of his school uniform and having gotten started dinner, Hiro was indeed home the moment Chika came back as well. He was just about to enter back into the kitchen area, from where one could see the living room as Chika plopped down onto the couch. Wearing white socks, a pair of black pants and a red shirt he was the epitome of "I am at home, I don't need to dress up" in that moment. For a second he gave his sister a long look, hard to say if disapproving or perhaps something else, and he did indeed see the hint of her white panties under her short skirt.

"Hey," he welcomed her back. "Oyaji and Okaasan are gone for the weekend, so it's just us. And for once I'd appreciate some help around the house. You think you can manage that?"

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Little taptaptapping sounds could be heard from Chika's nails clacking against the glass screen of her iPhone as she texted her friends. She peered up from her phone, the tapping sound stopping momentarily, to look up at her brother as he spoke, letting her know he had entered the room. He was out of his school uniform and pretty dressed down, looking rather comfortable. Hm, maybe she should get changed, too? A bath sounded good, as well!

"Ah, that's why it's so quiet." She noted as the realization set in that their parents were indeed gone. She missed them leaving. Oh well. She hummed in thought at his question. "Mmm... I don't know, I don't want to mess up my nails. I just got them done recently." She said as she took a moment to look at her nails, turning her hand over and setting her fingers against her palm, looking at them from a different angle. She then pulled her knees up to kneel and sat on her legs, changing her position. "Actually, I'm gonna take a bath! You want one after me? I'll keep it warm for you."

"No peeking, you naughty boy~." She teased, giving him a wink, completely kidding. She got up, leaving her phone and bags in the living room, and left. She grabbed her usual bath things from one room and disappeared into the toilet room where the sink was. She took her earrings off, removed her makeup, and washed her face before moving to the bathroom with her towel. She drew herself a new bath before stripping down to nothing and pinning her hair up as to not get it wet. She took a seat on the little wooden bath stool and began washing herself.

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Hiro watched his little sister walk past him and only barely managed to not stop her by grabbing her and pulling her to the couch to slap her backside red and raw. And by the time he had made up his mind she was already past him. The tension left his body and for a few moments he just stood there, just breathing, just sorting his head, before he went to the kitchen part of the home to start on the Curry Udon. He took one glance at the beef, onions, noodles and other ingredients when he thought better of it. With determined steps he went to the couch, grabbed his sisters phone and pocketed it for the time being.

And then he followed his sister towards the bathroom. He did not barge in however, he first checked if she was still in the toilet room and then slipped in. He put her phone on mute and turned vibration off, then stored it in the small cabinet under the sink. Just to make sure it wouldn't break or get wet or anything of the like. And then he stopped, taking a moment to think about what he was doing. If he should really do it?

That teasing, annoying voice of his sister came to him and with this in mind he had already made up his mind. Chika was in the bathroom on the small wooden bath stool as he, having slipped off his socks, entered the bathroom. Hoping that she wouldn't see or hear him coming. His plan was to grab her, by the hair if possible, and then push her down onto the floor, face first. Not to hurt her, not really, but to make a statement. If she did not see or hear him approaching, it might work. If not, well, he would figure something out.

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Chika poured her cherry blossom scented bodywash on her bright pink, frilly loofah ball and rubbed it around to get a good lather. She brushed the loofah all over her body, cleaning herself thoroughly. When that was done she grabbed the shower head and turned it on, setting it to a comfortable temperature, before rinsing herself off. She sighed softly as the warm water ran over her body, her nipples hardening soon after the stream left her chest, the cool air hitting them. She didn't notice the door sliding behind her quietly, nor did she notice her very own brother sneaking up behind her.

She only caught a glance that he was in the room with her when she looked at the mirror in front of her. Before she could scream, she was grabbed by the hair and shoved down onto the tiled floor. She had dropped the shower head wand, the spray wetting the both of them.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Hiro?!" She screamed.

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Hiro hadn't really believed this would work, he had been quite sure that this would be a huge failure and everything would go wrong, but now it had and it was fucking confusing and overwhelming and strange and awesome. The shower head having fallen and spraying them both was a bit of an annoyance, but one he could live with. With considerable but not brutal force he pushed her head down with one hand, holding her hair tight in his grip and with the other he reached out and gave her butt a hard, loud slap. "Shut up!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Every ''shut up'' was accompanied by a slap on Chika's bubble butt. "For once in your life shut the fuck up!" Another slap, louder than the last, perhaps stronger as well. He did not know, he did not care.

"I'm through with you being a teasing, lazy, useless bitch around here! I have it with your attitude!" He pushed her head down further, or harder, to drive the point home. he waited a few seconds to see if she showed any more resistance, if she tried to break free or something of the like.

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Chika winced and let out a cry at the hard smack to her ass. She was pretty shocked as he yelled at her, repeating the same words, hoping to drive his point into her thick skull. She never would have expected her brother to actually sneak a peek at his own sister in the shower. For him to shove her naked form down, face first into the tile flooring of their bathroom. Her yelps grew louder, near screaming, the harder the hits came.

"Stop! Stop it, Hiro!" she cried out, repeating the words herself until she finally grew silent. Her bad attitude had finally broken Hiro, the young man who had to take over caring for the house and for her as their parents went away for weekends to near weeks at a time for work. Her poor brother quietly complied. Never once complaining.

Until now. It went quiet suddenly. Chika was still, waiting, listening. Then, she moved. She wasn't exactly resisting, just trying to push Hiro off of her. He was practically laying atop his naked younger sister. It was weird. "G-get off. Please..." she stuttered, trying to push him off.

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"No, shut up!" Hiro not exactly snarled but close to it and he gripped Chika's hair stronger, tighter, more painfully. And yes, it was weird how he was nearly laying on his naked younger sister. His usually teasing, sexy, alluring little sister. As he was very much aware, she had made it quite clear that she thought herself as attractive and pushed his nose into it again and again, teasing and playing around with her body and appearance.

"Once I'll let you go, you will take your bath. And then you will clean up the bathroom. I don't want to see any puddle of water or spots anywhere, got it?!" He did not really give her any time to answer, instead he continued. "After that you come to the kitchen and help me prepare dinner. I am not doing all the work anymore, you do your part and do as I tell you to."

With that being said he did actually get off her and let her go. As much as he wanted to grab her and do other, more things with her, he also wanted to give her a chance to give in.

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Tears had welled up in Chika's eyes, threatening to escape at any moment. Her mind was racing, the tight, harshness wrapped around her hair, his clothed body basically laying on her. She whined softly, the tears finally spilling, his tight grip on her hair getting to be too much. Too painful. The ties keeping her hair up had fallen off at some point, leaving her hair covering her shoulders. She never would have imagined her usual teasing and flaunting her beauty would make Hiro snap.

She was quiet, listening as he gave her orders. She wasn't given a chance to speak. Her mind was scrambling, she wouldn't even be able to respond anyway. She went to nod, knowing that was something she could do as she couldn't find the words, yet his grip forced her head still. Her brother would feel slight resistance as she tried to nod, stopping quickly as the pain surged.

The grip on her hair loosened along with the pressure on her body getting lighter before it was gone. She shivered, turning her head slowly to look at her brother. Her face was red, tears over her reddened cheeks. She didn't speak a word. She got up and grabbed the shower head and faced it away from herself as she reached for the knob to turn it off. She then turned the bath off before it would overflow and she slipped inside. The water covered her shoulders and she sunk a bit further down, covering her face before she decided to just dunk her entire head under. At this point she didn't care if her hair got wet. She could just dry it. What the fuck happened?

It was the only thought that crossed the young girl's mind. She figured she shouldn't take very long in the bath, her irate brother waiting for her to join him soon. She got out then, wringing her hair out above the drain. She grabbed her towel and dried herself and hair her off. She got her change of clothes from the laundry room that was attached to the bathroom, separated by the shower door. She quickly pulled her white bra and panties on, along with a white shirt and short pink skirt. She dried her hair before moving back to the bathroom with a bunch of towels. She wiped down the floor, trying her best to not leave a trace of water on the floor. She found water on the walls and quickly worked to wipe that up, too.

With that done she tossed the wet towels and her school uniform into the hamper in the laundry room. She took a deep breath in, letting it out, and went to the kitchen. She stood there for a moment before opening her mouth, "What are we making?" She was giving in. For now, anyway. She didn't want him to attack her again.

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It was like in a daze that Hiro left the bathroom and went back to the kitchen, his head blank. And only then did he realize that he was soaked as well and had left wet footprints everywhere. With an annoyed grunt at himself he grabbed a towel to clean this up and then threw his wet clothing in the laundry basket. as no one was home except him and Chika, and she was in the bathroom, he simply went naked to his room and slipped into a new pair of sweatpants and a now green shirt depicting a video game character he really couldn't recall and also did not care about.

It was like this that he then once more returned to the kitchen and started working on dinner, starting to cut the pork and onions. Working slowly, more or less just clearing his head. Had he really just...? Yes he had. He stared at the hand with which he had spanked Chika, given her cute, sexy little ass those slaps. And fuck, yes, it had felt good. So fucking good. Just... right, finally taking control and showing the spoiled brat her place. And... Well, she was sexy as fuck, she knew that, he knew that and she had made sure that he knew that. Her own fault really therefore, right?

he looked up as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and then Chika entered the kitchen. "Curry Udon," he replied simply, matter-of-factly. Not harsh, not mean, not friendly, just answering her question. "Here, you make the dashi. You can do that?"

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Despite how girly Chika could be, she did pay attention in home economics. She enjoyed cooking with her friends and learning a few skills she would no doubt need in her future. So when Hiro asked if she knew how to make dashi, she was confident in her abilities. She gave a nod, figuring the less she spoke, the better. She grabbed a pot from the rack and went to the sink to fill it with water. She set it on the stove next and turned it on to let it boil. Once that would happen, she would add the dried anchovies to make the stock.

"Is this right?" She knew she was right, but she didn't want to anger Hiro any further than she already had. Sure she was being rather submissive, but how he handled her back in the shower was quite painful. She didn't know what Hiro would do next, especially since they were in the kitchen.

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For the time being Hiro simply did his part of the cooking, though his head was a million miles away. One could easily imagine way, after all he had just more or less sexually assaulted his sister and he did not feel guilty for it. On the contrary, he felt good about it. It was quite confusing for him and he had absolutely no clue what to make of this. Therefore when Chika suddenly spoke up, suddenly for him that is, he nearly jumped up and actually blushed a bit, feeling caught. "Ummm... lemme see?"

He put down the knife and walked over, only two steps really, to look into the pot with the hot water and anchovies. Actually involuntarily his body oushed against hers and he then simply... went with it. Suddenly he was one step further and behind her, his body pressed against hers, looming behind her. He wasn't that tall, but certainly bigger than she was and it was showing now. "Looks right," he then said, as he reached out to grab for the pot. Just giving it a small shake. And as he moved his hand back he suddenly changed course and placed it on the hip of Chika, holding her. "Seems you're not completely useless, huh?"

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Chika hadn't moved from her spot just yet, she planned to take a step back as Hiro grew closer, in return their bodies bumped together as he was behind her. She stilled, a little worried and tense as their bodies pressed together. Her lips parted slightly, unsure of what to do. Worried if she would make a wrong move he would do something. She was doing well so far, her brother decided, Chika finally taking in a breath as she realized she had been holding it the entire time. He seemed calmer now.

His hand was then on her hip and Chika realized then how big he felt standing there behind her. She crossed her arms over her chest, "I know more than you think." She huffed. "I'm not always fashion and shopping obsessed." Gyaru and kogal was the current trend she and her friends had fallen into. The next could be anything but they were excited for it.

The hold on her hip made her nervous so she took a step to the side, away from his hand. "What next?" She asked, going through her memory for the recipe.

[User] The moment Chika wanted to make a step to the side, Hiro reacted and his other hand was on the other side of her hip and he pushed her back with soft force. "No. You stay right here," he told her, with a warning tone. He was uncomfortably cloth some would think, standing behind her and now not willing to let her go. He did not hold her this strong that she couldn't get away if she wanted to, but what would he do if she did? And what would he do if she stayed and did not try to move away?

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Chika stilled feeling a hand on the other side of her hip. She was trapped. Damn it. Hiro seemed more relaxed. It must have been a trick, his tone anything but relaxed. she could feel him practically pressing up against her from behind. "What do you want?" She muttered. She didn't want to attempt an escape, fearing what he would do then. Would he chase after her? Get some sick thrill from it? Grabbing her and stripping her...

She shuddered at the thought, her brother probably feeling it from how close he was behind her.

"What?" She questioned again. "I'm helping you cook. What else do you want?" As soon as the words left her lips she felt regret. From Hiro's earlier actions, approaching her so easily in the bathroom, grabbing her so roughly and spanking her. She wouldn't put it past him to do something more. Escaping ran through her mind, her brain telling her to run and get out of the house. But, she didn't move. She was still and tense.

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Hiro hesitated for a second and in this second a myriad of emotions and feelings and thoughts raced through his head. Should he really do this? Could he do this? Was it right? Did he want to? No stop. Fuck yes. Hell no yeah argh hmmm yes. No! This is wrong, she is your sister! Yes, she is your sister, your teasing, annoying, selfish sister! Time to take something for yourself. And then once more he heard her annoying, demanding voice. As if he wasn't allowed to desire something, like she was the only important person around, the only one allowed to want anything. That sealed the deal for him.

He bit his lip, swallowed deeply and had made a decision. For a second it seemed like he relented because he stepped actually back and released her, let go off her. But at the same time he kept his hard expression, determined and focussed. "Get on your knees."

As he had a visible bulge in his pants, one could easily imagine what he wanted and where this would lead.

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Chika started to turn her head around to look at Hiro, yet paused at the demand. She quickly realized just what it meant if she were to follow through, and chancing a glance at his face showed a quite serious expression. He was serious alright. Fucking crazy. "No." She said flatly. Having only taken a quick glance at his face and nothing else, Chika missed the growing erection. She definitely wasn't stupid. Without even having to see it she knew exactly what he wanted.

"I'm your sister," she reminded him. "Your young, fourteen year old sister."

[User] For a few moments Hiro looked at his resisting sister, looked her square in the eye really. There was a short struggle behind his eyes, thinking about what he should do. But he was now set on this path, it was now all or nothing. His expression darkened and he placed his right hand on her shoulder. Not grabbing her violently, but certainly forcefully. "I can also drag you over to the couch and beat your ass red and then make you kneel in front of me," he told her with a warning tone. Last chance, so to speak.

[Assistant] Shit. "Doesn't me being your sister mean anything to you?" She grumbled. She really didn't want another spanking. His forceful hold on her shoulder and his tone told her to do as she was told. After a short mental battle she turned around to finally face Hiro and slowly lowered herself down to her knees. She didn't ask if he was happy, she simply stayed quiet. She knew the next thing in her mouth would most likely be her own older brother's dick. She kept her mouth closed, lips tightly sealed if he were to begin prodding. She would refuse to put anything in her mouth no matter how hard he'd try. Yes, Hiro would have to be forceful, she knew this. As long as she could, she would resist here and there.


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Tristan seemed to have cried himself out after a few more minutes, and he suddenly hugged closer to Joey. He felt another wave of appreciation as he registered just how pathetic he must seem, and how Joey had kept a cool head throughout it all.

"Y-y-ya know," he said, rubbing at his eyes and slowly pulling himself away. "You are r-r-really cool." After wiping most of the grit and tears away, he got to his feet and tried to make sense of the mess around them. He certainly didn't want to get sick.

"How should we clean?" He looked to Joey for direction.

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Joey smiled softly, looking to the puffy-eyed boy, who was now partially covered in a couple of years worth of dust and dirt. He felt happy for the comment Tristan gave him and told him just the same, "You're pretty cool, too, little man." He smiled again, then looked about the cabin, sure there could've been cleaning supplies somewhere. He got up to notice that the younger boy had gotten a little of the dust on himself as well. They both were going to need a bath somehow, but not before cleaning the place.

He went over to the wardrobe and opened it up, suddenly happy to what he found. "Here's an old broom and some clean sheets." Due to the wardrobe being closed, the sheets were indeed much cleaner than what was on the bed. There were also some clothes in there, but none of them were small enough for the boys to fit into. Grabbing the broom, he handed it to Tristan, "Here, you start sweeping and I'll clear this bed." He smiled at the boy, feeling the urge to hug him.

He didn't fight the urge either, instead followed it. He knelt down and wrapped his arms snug around Tristan, giving him a tight hug. "From now on, let's both be strong, so that we can get out of here alive and back to our families, okay?"

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"Oh-okay," he replied shyly. Tristan felt revived by the physical connection of the hug, and smiled at his newfound, if accidental, friend. The smile seemed to light him up through the dirt and the mess, showing his cherubic features for what they really were. He took the broom in hand and eagerly began to sweep the small space, gathering the dust into a pile near the door of the small cabin.

"I'm almost done; then what?" He was cracked the door open and started pushing the mess outside. The place was already looking considerably more homely, and he was beginning to feel the ache of their travels.

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Joey smiled as he momentarily watched Tristan sweep, then cleared out the sheets from the bed, walking over to the now open doorway and putting them down on the patio, then looked back to Tristan. "Let's see, could find a rag in that wardrobe and wipe off the table and chairs."

Joey hoped the younger boy didn't mind giving him chores to do as he returned to the bed to put the new sheets on it. He found a fresh pillow under the sheets, too. Sadly, only one, so Joey decided to let Tristan use it, whenever it was time to sleep.

After he finished there, Joey then remembered the broken panel on the window and went over to investigate. Seems there was surprisingly no glass around inside or out, but if he didn't find something to cover it, they might end up getting cold a bit. Especially with the rain coming down. He decided he would worry about that as he went to do other things.

"Hey, I'm going to go outside around the cabin real quick, see if I can find a generator. You think you'll be okay in here by yourself for a moment?" Joey gave another smile, to ensure a promise that he would return.

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"Yeah, of course!" Tristan replied brightly, giving him a weak smile.

He was tired and emotionally exhausted, but right now, making Joey proud was the only goal he had. Once he had swept the mess out, he start rustling through the wardrobe, looking for something to use as a rag.

Tristan was surprised to find that there were a few women's nightdresses mixed in with the leggings and other clothing in the wardrobe. He pushed them aside, looking for something to use, and settled with a lone sock. He closed up the wardrobe and pushed out thoughts of those alien nightdresses as he started to wipe down the table and chairs. It took a little while, but he went ahead and dusted off any other surfaces in the cabin while he was at it.

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Joey had stood the edge of the patio for a moment, watching the rain. He was glad he had boots on, else he would not make it back unless barefooted. He took a step out and looked to see an extended part of the building. "There must be a generator in there." He approached, looking around in the woods to make sure there was no one or nothing around. So far, it still remained to be those two, plus the occasional birds.

He opened up the extended part and indeed found a generator, plus a seat nearby with a hole in it. There was some old toilet paper around, telling him that must've been the bathroom. At least it didn't smell like one. Joey then examined the generator. Gas powered, looking to be nearly full still, with a gas can nearby, that appeared to be half full. How conveniently lucky for these two, that whoever left the cabin, left enough fuel for the next person to use.

Joey found the pull cord and gave it a couple yanks. Didn't start at first. He couldn't have expected it to start right away after sitting for a couple years. One more try and it began to fire up. It was surprisingly quiet, but made enough noise. Joey went out side and peered through a nearby window to see that an overhead light had suddenly turned on in the cabin.

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Tristan jumped when suddenly the small space was light up with a yellowish light. He blinked, and then looked up, realizing that the light bulb in the ceiling was glowing brightly. He rushed to the window, glancing outside and smiling despite himself. At this desperate point, even this tiny bit of electricity was invigorating.

He couldn't help but whoop out loud to himself, and jump into the air. The boy was grateful for the yellowish lighting, even as meager of a blessing as it was. Tristan couldn't wait for Joey to return; he wanted to show his thanks some how.

That urged him to hurry and clean the rest of the small cabin before he came back. Nodding to himself, he wiped down the windows and even rearranged the chairs so that the inside was as neatly organized as he could make it. Taking the old, dusty sheets, he patted them down and figured out a way to hang them over the windows, including the one with the open panel. It wasn't much, but perhaps it would help protect them a bit.

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Joey saw Tristan's excitement through the window and smiled. He too was excited for the outcome. He knew they couldn't stay there forever, but at least they had at least a day or two to rest and maybe eat something more substantial than granola bars. And as his thoughts went that way, he managed to find a fishing pole in the room with the generator, as he went back to close it up.

"I don't know what has granted us such luck," He said out loud to himself as he grabbed the fishing pole to examine it, "But, I thank them." The fishing pole was in decent condition, the line wasn't very brittle. He closed up the extended outside room and went back to the entrance of the cabin and looked to Tristan.

"Look, we can have fish tonight." He then looked over the younger boy and remembered the filth that the both of them had collected and set the fishing pole aside. "First, I think we should wash up."

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Tristan had gone along with his father and cousins fishing, but had no experience doing it himself. However, he smiled widely at the prospect of having protein in his dinner, and nodded at Joey.

"How are we gonna do that?" He asked casually, glancing down at his broken and dirty fingernails. His sweater was starting to turn stiff, and he was sure that he was smeared with dust and dirt from head to toe. Being a young boy, this stuff never bothered him before, but that was when he was sure of a hot shower at the end of every night.

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Joey looked about the cabin, although he knew the only option to get clean. He was a bit nervous to say it, but that was about the only thing he could think of to clean themselves up, so neither of them got sick. "Well... we're going to have to, uh... get naked... and jump into the river out front..." He was unsure if he could get naked in front of the little boy, although his older brothers used to get naked in front of him. Let alone if Tristan would do the same.

"I don't think we have any other option," he gave a soft, reassuring smile. "We could take our clothes with and have them soak, then hang them somewhere." Which meant, they were going to remain naked throughout the majority of the day, while their clothes dried.

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Tristan blinked at Joey, and said, "Oh." He though about it for a moment, and then his face flooded with heat. Tristan hadn't considered actually being naked in front of someone else outside of family before. When they had talked earlier about washing up, he hadn't bothered to think that far ahead to realize what it meant. Now that he considered being nude for hours, with someone who was a stranger up until a day ago, he felt extremely nervous.

"Couldn't we..." He started, wondering how wise it would be to wash away from each other. However, he was smart enough to know that if they split up at all, it increased their risks. "Heh... I guess you're right," he finally acceded, scratching the back of his head.

It couldn't be too bad; when he was much younger his parents would help him bathe, but with the last growth spurt came pride, and he had made it a big deal that he does such stuff on his own. Thinking about that, he realized that part of maturing was setting aside one's pride in order to achieve something more important. As uneasy as he felt, he was way more tired of being in this filthy state.

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Joey saw the younger boy's concern. "Don't worry, I'm a bit nervous, too," he said, wondering if it'll make Tristan feel better. "But, we definitely do not want to be in these dirty clothes for too long." Joey didn't know if he should start, but maybe if he did, Tristan would also feel a slight more comfortable.

He started, hoping that would be the case, as he pulled his tank top off first, now in his shorts and boots. "Don't worry, I won't try to help you bathe, though," Joey said, remembering that the boy was younger than him and was probably used to trying to get his parents to stop helping him, like Joey did when he was Tristan's age. "Unless, you wanted me to," he then joked, hoping Tristan would notice the lighthearted joke. Joey wanted to try to make Tristan feel as comfortable as possible, considering what they're about to do.

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Tristan giggled nervously, watching the other boy strip uneasily. He brushed back his messy hair, and started to do the same, starting with his hoodie and his shirt. The cold air immediately made his flesh break out into goosebumps. However, he realized that this was necessary, and so he tried to maintain a lighthearted attitude.

"I think I can manage," he replied, "unless I need help with my back, of course..."

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Joey, too, felt the coldness of the air around them. Though, it was summer, rain was notorious for bringing in cold temperatures. Looking around, as he took his boots and socks off, Joey noticed a heater. "Well, I'll help with that if you need. But, look. We can be warm in here after the bath." He pointed toward the small heater, which was not much. In just his shorts still, he approached and examined the device.

It did seem connected to the generator and looked dusty for sure. Joey blew on it, watching a cloud of dust fly from within it. Then repeated the process, until it seemed clean enough. He turned it onto the lowest setting, then walked back over to Tristan. "I don't know how we got so lucky to find this place, but we best count our blessings."

Back to the nervous part, as he looked at Tristan, couldn't help but look over the younger boy's body. Joey then pulled his shorts off, leaving himself in a pair of boxer-briefs.

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Joey made several good points, and Tristan tried to let them reassure him. However, he still couldn't gain control over the flurry of butterfies in his stomach. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and mimicked Joey by removing his shorts as well. His underwear gave away his youth; instead of respectable boxer briefs, he was wearing a pair of Batman tighty-whiteys. His face turned a rosy color as he scanned Joey's firm, slightly older body. Although subtle, the age difference was apparent, especially from the size of the bulge between Joey's legs. Tristan, flustered beyond himself, shook his head rapidly and folded his arms over his chest.

"L-let's get this over with, OK?" He said, stuttering a bit. "I wanna get warm and snuggly already." That much was true; the exhaustion of the long, adventurous day was wearing on the child.

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Joey couldn't help but watch the younger boy strip and saw his Batman undies. He couldn't help but think that they were cute. "Nice undies," he said, hoping to keep the mood light and comfortable for the both of them, "I wish my underwear had Batman on them."

Joey then nodded, that the sooner they got out into the river then back in, the better it would be for the both of them. So, without further ado, Joey swallowed the last bit of nervousness, grabbing the elastic of his boxer-briefs, quickly pulling them down then stood straight up to kick them off of him. He was now completely naked in front of the younger boy. Joey would've covered himself, but he figured that would be futile, since they were going to be naked for the next however long it took their clothes to dry.

He had a bit of fuzz on himself, proving that he had hit puberty not too long ago. But, Joey was still a little too nervous to feel any reaction from Tristan being able to see him this way.

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Tristan couldn't help but watch Joey kick his boxer briefs off, and, while blushing profusely, did the same. The air was shocking against the most sensitive part of himself, and he automatically covered it with his hands. After realizing what he was doing, and the futility of it, he dropped his hands to his side and looked back up at Joey.

He couldn't help but admire the older boy's body. Muscles were just beginning to define themselves in his chest and stomach, and his butt was as round and perky as any girl's. The tiny bit of hair around his privates made sense, considering its size, and Tristan found himself swallowing to wet his suddenly dry mouth. He glanced back down at himself; his own little member was as dainty and pink as a toddler's.

"I'm ready when y-you are," he said quietly, wondering how they could get themselves or their clothes clean in a dirty old river.

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Matching Tristan's own obvious curiosity, Joey looked over the younger boy, who was just as naked as him. He never thought of another boy being cute, but _damn,_ he thought to himself, the boy was cute. He looked down to Tristan's private area. Understandably, it was smaller than his own, but he noticed the boy was kinda big for his age.

"Y-yes," Joey said, recognizing his own nervousness again, "Let's get to it, little man." He gave Tristan a small smile, maybe to help the both of them feel comfortable about their nudity in the presence of each other. Joey turned around, giving Tristan a full view of his butt as he opened the door. It was still raining, but it was fine. He then went back to grab his own clothes and Tristan's, as he elected to wash the boy's for him, then led the two of them to the river out front.

There was a nice calm spot in the river and a small trail that led to it. It looked a tad steep to Joey,so he set the pile of clothes nearby and stepped in first. It wasn't as cold as he thought it was. He got in further then turned around to look at Tristan and lent his hand out. "Grab my hand, it's a tad steep here."

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Tristan tried to quell the strange sensation that bubbled up inside when Joey's butt was full on in front of him, but failed quite a bit. His little pecker swelled a bit, completely of its own accord, but he couldn't do much except for take Joey's hand and stride into the river.

The water was indeed not nearly as cold as he expected. In fact, it was quite pleasant, and after he waded in a few steps, he sunk until the water reached his chest level, exhaling in bliss.

"This... this is actually nice," he commented, as he leaned back into the water and looked into the swirled, gray clouds above. The rain lightly tapped the water around them, and he spotted the dark silhouette of a bird circling above. His poet's spirit took him for a moment, and he was overwhelmed with the strange and haunted beauty of the scene.

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Joey had just barely noticed Tristan's half stiffy, when he helped the boy into the river with him. Not paying much mind, though, as Tristan spoke, he smiled and nodded. "It is quite nice, isn't it? I expected the rain to make the river cold, like it does the air, but expectations were wrong."

Joey looked over Tristan who looked rather comfy in the water, while he himself, was only in thigh high, his own privates well exposed. He decided to dip into the water more and sat on a rock near the bank and close to Tristan and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, this is nicer than I thought," He said, the water up to his own nipples now.

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Tristan was relaxed by Joey's calmness, and he let himself appreciate the pleasant temperature of the water as it began to wash his stress away. He couldn't help but glance every few seconds over to Joey, who he found was quite lovely to look at in the nude. He waded in after the other boy, smiling absently as the water slipped around his flesh the deeper he went. After the rugged trip, this was like rolling around in silk sheets.

"It's... wonderful..." he said quietly. He fell backwards into the water, letting his body float as he spread his arms out. For the moment at least he had forgotten about such social burdens like modesty, and was fully immersed in the calming nature of the world around him.

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Joey watched Tristan, getting a look at the boy's small, but admittedly cute butt, before watching the boy slip into the water and float there, trading the look of his butt, with Tristan's privates as his legs kinda pointed toward Joey. With a little unintended focus on them, Joey almost felt a physical reaction in his groin. At least, until he noticed Tristan was floating toward some rapids.

He grabbed at the boy's ankle, making sure that wouldn't happen and pulled him in closer, accidentally causing Tristan's lower half to sink into the water and almost sitting him on Joey's lap. Taking a second to realize, Joey couldn't help but blush. "Uh, hi. Sorry about that. You were about to go down those rapids there." He pointed toward what he was talking about, almost forgetting that the boy was on his lap.

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When Joey's hand curled around Tristan's ankle, and he tugged him backwards, the boy was startled at first, but he brushed his wet hair back away from his eyes and turned to look where Joey was pointing. Instead of feeling awkward as his butt settled against Joey, he was actually quite comfortable and soothed by the solid presence of another person, especially someone who was looking out for him. He turned around and did a casual backstroke, smiling radiantly at the other boy.

"Thank you!" He said brightly, before dipping fully into the water to do a somersault. For a moment, his feet stuck up through the water as he stood on his hands, and then he tumbled around and his head resurfaced. "Man... I gotta say... this is pretty great..."

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Joey smiled and casually watched Tristan enjoying himself, happy that, in light of their situation, the younger boy was actually happy. A few moments in, he realized his hair was still nice and dry. Deciding to fix that, he dunked his head under the water for a few seconds, before coming back up. Feeling immediately refreshed, he decided to go join Tristan in the casual swimming fun, splashing under the water in a sort of dive when he was close enough, quickly exposing his butt, before he was fully under.

Few seconds later, resurfacing, close by Tristan, accidentally splashing him when he did and smiled to the younger boy. "I agree. This is pretty great."

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Tristan splashed and played in the water for a while yet, paddling a few laps around and urging the other boy to join in his antics. He didn't really expect the older kid to get as much fun out of it, but with things as dire as they were, they could both use a few laughs. He would dive under the water and tickle his abdomen, just before kicking off and lurching several yards away, out of his reach. As Tristan resurfaced, he'd toss his hair back in an arch, and giggle fiercely.

"C'mon, man, you gotta have more fight then that!" He jested, flushing a bit in the sunlight. Joey's body was rather mysterious and beautiful, covered in sparkling drops of water and marked with tan lines. Tristan couldn't help the curiosity that hovered in his mind.

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Joey moved backwards slightly at Tristan's attempt to tickle him under the water. He wasn't exactly ticklish, but Tristan's touch apparently made Joey's crotch twitch. But, he didn't want the younger boy to notice that, so he played along, giggling slightly. "Oh, I'll get you!" He launched forward toward Tristan, his slightly taller height making it easy to reach him.

"Got you!" Joey giggled again as he splashed Tristan first, then dunked his hands under the water, tickling the younger boy's sides. Internally, Joey was happy. He was finally able to connect with Tristan and the both of them were happy. He didn't know how long they would be stuck in the wilderness, but he sure was glad he wasn't alone. Truthfully, he started to really like Tristan. The younger boy was admittedly cute, too. He never thought he'd think that of another boy, but it was true to him.


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Lisia smiled and nodded as she glanced at Steven with an earnest look. "Don't worry, I know you tried and I believe you if you say you tried everywhere. No matter what and however we have to do it we'll find some time to be together." She smiled in honesty because she truly was feeling optimistic about the entire situation. She shook her head no at his next question, trying to think where she had heard the name before. Of course she didn't even have time to as Steven explained that Iris was the dragon trainer that she had heard about that was recently crowned the champion of the Unova region. She had been making a lot of waves including the usual paparazzi trash articles about who she was dating. She wrinkled up her nose and mouth as she considered just what he had meant about mentioning the trainers anyway. "You're not suggesting I ask to room together with one of them, are you?" she asked with a frown.

It of course wasn't the worst idea in the world but it still didn't mean that she wasn't to resort to it if at all possible. Of course the idea of being in a room just across the hall from Steven was appealing. But then again, how would she possibly have any chance at all to be alone with him if she had to sneak out just to see him each time? If anything was clear it was that she needed to secure this spot in the tournament now. "Right... well whatever is going to happen I'll make sure to call my agent as soon as we finish dinner so she can call whoever needs to be called asap."

She considered the gossip he was telling her about with a small tut sound, shaking her head. "So much drama. You know sometimes I feel like the pro trainer scene is equal to or even worse than the tabloids." She grinned at him and stuck out her tongue playfully. That was a fact and most likely he wouldn't try to deny it but it was ironic as the coordinator/idol scene could be just as catty and dramatic. Lifestyles of the rich and the famous, she supposed.

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"I couldn't even find an Air B&B." Was that even a thing in Pokémon? He sat in silence for a few moments, the wheels turning in his head. There had to be a way to do this... he knew dating Lisia wasn't going to be easy, not to mention risky, but damn it, if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. He loved her optimism... it was so sweet. That was the optimism and hopefulness of a preteen girl who felt like she was in love for the first time, and in its own way, even to the jaded 'meanwhile, out here in the real world...' cynicism of an adult, it was inspiring. He sighed, and then forced himself to smile, reaching down to squeeze her thigh under the table, reassuringly. "I'll think of something," he says, having to stop himself from saying her name out loud.

Good thing, too, because right on cue, their food arrived. They must have really put their orders on the top of the pile, given how fast it came out. Lisia's sea bass smelled positively delicious, as did Steven's lobster. The waitress set his wine down right in between him and Lisia, and then winked. "Be sure to save room for dessert!" The waitress said, before scurrying off.

"Dessert..." Steven repeated out loud. Lisia could almost see the light bulb light up in his head. "I've got it." He turned to Lisia. "I have an idea, but it's going to take a lot of work and we won't have much time to do it. Do you want to hear it?"

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Lisia chuckled as usually so composed Steven wracked his brain over the issue of the two of them being close. If anything it drove home the point even further that Steven really was interested in her. She had always had a pretty high confidence in herself so it was a bit odd to her that she found herself worrying so often if she was doing or saying the right thing to impress the handsome man beside her. Feeling his hand touch her thigh and give it a firm squeeze, she grinned at him and gave him a knowing look over the top of her sunglasses. "I know you will! I trust you completely. Besides if you don't..." she leaned in close to him and lowered her voice to a whisper. "...if you don't, it's going to severely limit the amount of times you'll get to see what I'm wearing underneath~"

She leaned back into her proper spot just in time to see the waitress standing there with their dishes. She was so shocked she jumped a little in her seat and flushed completely pink in the cheeks. "O-oh! T-thanks! Haha!" She wanted to cover her face with her hands at the moment for how stupid and shocked she had just sounded but for now she maintained her composure as they laid out their meal in front of them. Watching thankfully as the waitress turned and left, Lisia let out a sigh of relief and slightly slumped in her chair. "Oh man, that was close... I sounded like an idiot!" As the initial wave of embarrassment started to fade however she found herself giggling at the entire situation.

Turning her attention towards her delightfully presented dinner, she picked up her fork and knife and began cutting the perfectly cooked fish into bite-sized pieces. Taking one into her mouth she physically felt her shoulder muscles relax, which she hadn't even realized that she was still holding tense. "Mmmm... so good. But what about dess---" She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Steven seemed to have had a light bulb turn on in his head. "Huh? What kind of idea? Sure."

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Steven was idly picking at his lobster as the wheels in his head continued turning, pausing only to look away and blush when she mentioned how he had better figure something out if he wanted to see what she's wearing underneath. The plan was forming after the lightbulb went off, but realistically, he knew they would have to move quickly if they wanted to pull this off before the tournament's opening ceremony the evening of the following day. It was possible, but there was little room for error. They'd have to hit all the green lights, so to speak.

"Remember how I said I didn't know Burgh well enough to just ask him if he would let us use the Castelia City Gym for training purposes?" Steven asked. "Well... luckily for us, he's still accepting challenges for the Insect Badge, even during the tournament itself. The only days the Gym is actually closed are when he's competing in the tournament." A beat. "That would be the perfect way to show you're a serious trainer; the very first thing you do is win a badge in the city hosting the tournament. But..."

He finally took a bite of the lobster. It really was delicious; the sauce was surprisingly creamy. Usually with a garlic butter sauce, adding too much cream made it too rich and heavy and could leave people feeling uncomfortably full when they were finished---even if it was delicious---but somehow, here, it worked. This little seafood place, for all of its intentional unfanciness, definitely knew what they were doing.

"If I'm going to be teaching you how to be a better competitive battler, here's lesson number one: Never put all your eggs in one basket. Always have a backup plan." He motioned to her bag, where Ali's Pokéball was. "Theoretically, Ali should steamroll his entire team. You taught him at least one Flying-type move, right?" He didn't even wait for an answer; of course she did. "Flying is strong against Bug-types, and I don't think he has a counter for Dragon types. But never count on that, as a trainer. Your opponent can always surprise you by teaching an out-of-type move to a Pokémon specifically designed to deter someone hoping to use the weakness of a Pokémon they know you have. Remember how I said I'm fully expecting fire, water, and grass types for my team?" He again squeezed her thigh.

"Well, luckily for you, we're in Unova. And there's a Pokémon not too far from here in the wild that would not only be good to use against him, but fits your style. It even matches your id---dress." He caught himself, thankfully. He then smiled slyly. "Ice is strong against Grass and Flying types, both of which are common subtypes of Bug-type Pokémon. Poison is the other most common, but Ali can handle those. The point is to have another backup besides Sylveon, given that Poison is strong against Fairy-types." His smile then grew wider. "So... for dessert, how about we Fly to Route 6, so I can help you catch a Vanillite? They're pretty popular in the Coordinator circuit, too. And the Route should be absolutely deserted---no pun intended---with the tournament going on. It would even give us some time to be alone... And maybe then I would get to see what's underneath."

Another bite of the lobster. "The catch is your agent will only allow it if she knows why you're going, so you'll have to call her now and tell her you're entering the tournament. Tell her I'm going with you, so you'll be safe."

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Lisia must have been hungrier than she had realized, which to be fair happened a lot during filming or photo shoots, because before she knew it her plate was empty. Of course she wasn't exactly paying much attention to eating, her attention instead focused on Steven as he got lost in discussing Pokemon strategies with her. She loved battling Pokemon but of course she wasn't as passionate about it as Steven had been. However there was something so captivating about the sparkle alive in his eyes when he got lost passionately discussing the intricacies of battle and training Pokemon. Almost as if it was contagious, Lisia always felt more fired up about it as well whenever it did happen.

"That makes sense of course~ Also yeah! I managed to teach Ali Hurricane a few few months back to replace Air Slash." She had struggled to decided on a physical or special moveset for Ali for quite some time but eventually decided that since Draco Meteor was such a cool attack she had to go special. Nodding again she wondered where this was going. "Yeah, I know you cover all of your bases when it comes to type coverage."

"Yeah, I remember... so you're saying I should challenge the gym for the badge?" She listened for a while longer before cutting in. "But Steven I don't understand, what does that have to do with this whole thing?" She continued to listen to his plan, the light bulb ever so slowly turning on in her mind. There most definitely was not a lot of time is she was understanding this properly. She giggled as he slipped up, obviously very excited currently. She wasn't sure what exactly she had expected but it hadn't been a Vanillite. She smiled a wide grin however, as if she was planning some kind of evil scheme---even if she wasn't. "That's... actually kinda... perfect." She giggled at the thought of it. "I mean I'd never thought of owning a Vanillite before but honestly it just... fits! I'm kind of annoyed that I hadn't thought of it."

The last part of his explanation of course is what really struck Lisia directly in her heart. She blushed bright red and hid her face in her hands. "W-wow Steven. Y-you think we would be safe out there on the route?" Something about the idea of it made her head spin; but in a good way. Imagining herself with little to no clothes on out in the fresh air feeling vulnerable... why did it make every hair on her body stand up like she was being shocked? "That should be no problem but do you mean... tonight?"

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"I was waiting for you to ask that," Steven said, right as Lisia asked what the Gym has to do with their plan. He was still eating his lobster as he spoke, but then he noticed how quickly she went through her sea bass. It looked like this place was the perfect choice after all. "Burgh might still be accepting challenges from trainers during the tournament, but he could also think that this is just a way for us to try to gauge him as a trainer in case one of us ends up having to face him in the tournament... which is why I was going to raise the stakes and make him a bet he won't be able to refuse."

Steven finally finished his own dinner as he said that. "If he wins, I'll give him my Beedrillite." He then waved her off, as if he could tell what she was probably thinking. "I don't even use Beedrill. If I'm going to part with any of my collection, I'd rather it be one I don't actually have a use for. Besides, I can always get another, and it's for a good cause. But if you win... we get free use of the Gym for training purposes until the end of the tournament. After-hours, of course, when the Gym closes for the day." Meaning they would have a place where they could be alone, if only for a little while.

He had to resist the urge to laugh at her next reaction. "We won't know until we go, right?" He asked, rhetorically. He didn't quite imagine his first time with Lisia being outside in the open, either, but they might have not got another chance to do something like that. After all; he doesn't own any property in Unova, and the hotel only allowed so much privacy. "But yes, tonight. The opening ceremony is tomorrow." A beat, as he tilted his head to the side. "Why, did you have something else you wanted to do? Some... surprise for me, maybe? I suppose we could put it off until tomorrow, but we'd have to leave bright and early."

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Lisia took a few sips of water as her brain processed everything, zooming out to think about the big picture. She couldn't believe the lengths they had to resort to just to have a semi normal intimate relationship. Who cared what her age was? Not her. Not Steven. She knew what she wanted and what she liked and that was Steven Stone, the handsome man she had got to know over the course of her life. Just because society would make a gigantic fuss about her being too young and also the fact that an idol had a significant other. Oh well, there was no point getting mad over it as it wasn't about to change for the time being.

The restless girl frowned just as Steven had already predicted that she would, based on his follow up. "I know you say that and I trust that you'll win bu---wait what? Me?" She hadn't realized until now that Steven planned on making this wager based on her ability to defeat Burgh and not his. Honestly though it sounded so perfect and so was impossible to dismiss without a second thought. A secluded place with no one around, no way for other people to catch them, and all of this at the most exciting time of day as well; at night. She bit her lip nervously as she mulled it over.

"O-oh well uh, n-no I didn't mean---" She stopped trying to speak in her flustered state and puffed up her cheeks instead, putting on a rather adorable pouty face. "Ahem. No I didn't have something better to do it's just this is all terribly... sudden. So let me get this straight. You want to head out to route 6 tonight and catch me a Vanillite. Then we'll go back to our regular rooms for the night and attend the opening ceremony tomorrow---assuming I can fill the empty spot. Then what, I'll battle Burgh tomorrow afternoon then? Or does he have a match?"

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Age was a weird thing in Pokémon. At ten years old, you could drop out of school and go wander the world totally unsupervised with only your Pokémon for company, but Arceus forbid you smoke a cigarette, drink some beer, or date an adult. That was not even getting into the fact that Lisia was an idol or that her uncle was Steven's best friend, and he had known her ever since she was a little girl because of it. Of course, the reason why it would be so scandalous was also the reason why they were together in the first place; it was precisely because he knew the real Lisia and not just the cute little idol on magazine covers and dominating the Coordinator scene, and he knew that was the case for her, too. She wouldn't want to be with some random fan, that much he was certain of.

And she was just so damned cute when she was flustered. He just couldn't resist teasing her, even if he knew he shouldn't have. He laughed, and finished off his lobster. "No, he doesn't have a match tomorrow. His is the same day as mine, later in the day. I forget who he's up against, though." He placed a hand on hers. "I know it's sudden and I know it's going to leave us both tired tomorrow. If there's one thing you can count on from me, it's that I'll always be honest with you. I told you we had a lot of work to do for this to work and not much time to do it, and it's the truth."

He thought for a moment. "But if I didn't think you were up to the challenge, I wouldn't suggest it. You know I like to help younger trainers who I think have potential. Not to brag, but look where May is now. I see that same potential in you that I did in her."