[User] She arrived at the address after checking her phone twice to make sure she had the right place. Amber shrugged figuring she was early and hence the lack of cars even as she knocked on the front door. She had dressed well for what she thought was going to be a nice little party with a short, black mini skirt and a little blue tube top that exposed her midriff and would show off the faint outline of a pair of nipple piercings. She could hear the loud music from inside as she toyed with a strand of hair waiting for the door to be answered.

[Assistant] They knew that she would turn up, she had a reputation of being a bit of an easy girl, the college's resident whore. A lot of the boys at the house party had slept with her, and they were all friends. They had been drinking for a couple of hours already and that was when they had thought of her. They had invited her over, but she would have no idea what she was getting herself into. They heard the door, and sent the tallest guy over, a guy that Amber seemed to really like. He opened the door and greeted her, kissing her cheek, before letting her in. As she entered, he locked the front door behind him, and then led her into the lounge, where they were all situated.

[User] Amber hugged and kissed the tall guy who greeted her at the door, Trey she though his name was but she was not always completely certain. She had thought he was a nice guy even before she'd given him a blowjob at a party once though he was not the only familiar face she saw when she entered the lounge. She knew a few of the guys as the encounters ran through her mind of the times she'd slept with a few of them both after real dates and just in a casual exchange. It took her a moment to realize as she came further into the room, offering a couple of the closest guys a warm greeting that there were no other girls. "Whoa guys what kind of party is it here? Haha this looks more like a failed AA meeting"

[Assistant] Most of the guys gave her a hug, there were other whores on campus, but they were either spotty, too dumb or just not that good looking. However Amber was different, she was probably the sexiest girl on the whole of campus, she knew it, they knew it, and they were more than grateful that she shared her body with them. They laughed as she made a joke, she looked quite nervous, Trey walked back into the room, "this is a special kind of party, just us guys and one lucky woman... which is you."

[User] Amber slipped onto the arm of a sofa as she would let her legs dangle over the side, sitting beside one of the cute guys in the room she would smile brightly at Trey as though flattered by being called special. Something in the back of her head was telling her that this was perhaps a very bad idea and she should be walking out of the 'party' right now yet curiosity kept her seated. "Aww that's sweet, what kind of party is this anyway?"

[Assistant] The straight talking jock who was now sitting opposite Amber got straight to the point, he had never been one to 'beat around the bush'. He leaned forward, drink in his hand, "This is a frat party... however... we got a bit bored... so thought we would invite you over to play some games with us." He looked at her, an evil glint in his eye, when he had been with Amber, he had been rough with her, he had got her on all fours, and had grabbed her hair, pulling it back as he fucked her hard and roughly. Trey reached behind him and grabbed a leash that was belonging to one of the guys whose house it was. "Here you will need this."

[User] Amber's smile began to fade as she looked from one guy to the next as the leash was passed between them. She began to slide off the arm of the chair as she stood up in front of the jock who she remembered quite well for how he had been so humiliating, so demanding of her last time. She had protested him when he first started but she had come around by the end of it. Alarm creeping up her spine as she began to look at the eyes of the boys around her realizing they were all letting their gaze wander over her form, "What... sort of games?" she heard herself saying.

[Assistant] The jock didn't like people standing up over him, Amber must have known this, and he quickly got to his feet, he was much taller than she was, and was muscly too. "Fun games... a lot of the girls on campus have been saying that you've been a bit of a bitch..." he looked around the room as all the guys nodded and laughed, the effects of the alcohol clearly taking over, "So we though you could be a bitch... literally... and then we can play fetch with you." He looked at her, and passed her the leash to her.

[User] "I... don't think so..." Amber said as she took a step back from the jock but as her eyes began to look around the room at the intoxicating frat boys she did not see any friendly faces. "I think maybe I should be going," she spoke as she turned back toward Trey, "We're still cool right Trey? I mean... I'd still like to come to your next real party."

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Trey really did still like Amber, but his hands were tied, he didn't want to be alienated by the group, the campus could be a very lonely place without any friends, he had learned that at his last college. "I... I... we're still cool of course Amber... I'm sorry but... there's nothing I can do", he meant it, he would help her if he could, but he couldn't. There were boys much bigger than him here, and he would most certainly be beaten up if he were to try and help Amber.

As he had been speaking two more jocks had stood up, and now stood behind the first one as they slowly stood behind Trey, blocking the way to the door. "Trey sit down... have had enough of these lovey-dovey moments between the pair of you two." Trey did as he was told, and sat down where Amber had been previously sitting. "Now Amber... you either get down onto the floor and put this leash on... or all three of us are going to fill your holes and then make you wear the leash... up to you... either way... the leash is still going on."

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Amber watched Trey as the boys began to surround her she began to look from one face to the next as they gave her an ultimatum. She was either going to participate in their little game or they were going to make sure to really make her regret her resistance and then either way she would find herself in the same circumstance. Teetering from foot to foot she would suck on her lower lip before finally she put the leash around her neck, "Okay fine I'll play... " she agreed. She felt a pang of sympathy for Trey and the position her question had put him in but in a small way she was in the same boat. If she rocked against the most popular boys of the most popular frat it was a quick way to find herself a social outcast.

At least those were the excuses she made for herself that there was no harm in playing a few silly games with some of the more popular boys. In the end it was not like they were going to make her do anything that she hadn't done already with a couple of the guys already.

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Despite knowing she was the campus whore, Trey had actually started to really like Amber, he was one of the only members of the group that hadn't had full sex with her, just a blowjob. They hung out quite a lot whilst on breaks and some of the members of the group had start to become wary of this, and not wanting him to get distracted with the big game coming up, had used the excuse of the girls, to teach the whore a lesson.

The jock grabbed hold of the lead which was part of the thing around her neck and pulled it as he made her walk with him over towards where Trey was sitting. "Right bitch... that's what we are going to be calling you by the way...", he passed the lead to Trey, making him hold it, "I would like you to strip naked, so get on all fours and strip whilst Trey holds the lead."

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Amber would follow after the lead as they took her over to Trey, she met his eyes for a moment as she offered a half smile hoping to make the man not seem so nervous or upset about what was happening. She was going to be fine she thought as she lowered herself onto her knees in front of his chair. Her hands moving down she would pull her top off, exposing her perky young tits to the room full of boys but most importantly to Trey. Her hands moving down to her skirt as she unzipped it down the back to slip the skirt to her knees.

She wore a thin black thong beneath the skirt that pulling the tiny strip of cloth down she ended up on her hands and knees in front of Trey in nothing but heels and a leash. She had never fully stripped in front of a few of the guys here though as she exposed her flesh her naked sex would show off her full wax, the hairless sex between her legs as she would fall to all fours. Her breasts dangling from her chest with a pair of silver rings pierced through her nipples.

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The boys all cheered as they continued to drink bottles of lager, watching the bitch strip down naked. Trey was the only person who wasn't really enjoying it that much, he couldn't believe the guys had tricked him into getting her to come over to his house, the only good thing that could possibly come out of it all, is that he could ask her to stay the night, once the guys had left, so that they could spend some time away from the hustle and bustle of the campus. He felt his cock twitch as he saw the thong on her ass. She had one of the best bums he had ever seen, and the thong only helped to reiterate this for him.

Eventually she was in just her heels. The jock reached down and pulled them off too though so that she was completely naked, other than the leash around her neck. "That's a good girl", all the lads started to talk to her like they were praising a dog, "now does our little bitch want walkies, or maybe play fetch, just make sure you don't go to the toilet on the floor you stupid dog, because I wont be cleaning it up." He grabbed hold of the leash from Trey and started to pull at it once more.

[User] Amber let out a bit of a whimper as the leash was taken away from Trey, her body turning to follow after the boy who began to lead her away causing her to crawl naked on all fours after him. She could feel the flush coming over her face as she crawled across the floor at the feet of a group of cheering drunks. A small part of her felt heady at the game they were playing as she could easily write it all off as the alcohol they were drinking. Not wanting to buck against the status quo she began to play along with their antics as they debated what sort of things to do with their 'little bitch'

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They had planned this, two of the jocks had wanted to do this, and had come up with a plan during the day. One of them disappeared, and returned to see the dog still crawling around the room, getting used to her surroundings. In his hand he had a dildo, he had borrowed it from his girlfriend and decided that it could come useful. "I think its time to go outside and play fetch in the garden guys." They all cheered and got up, heading outside with their beers, leaving just the main jock, Trey and Amber. "Go on Trey, get outside." Trey reluctantly got up, stealing a quick look at Amber, a sorry look on his face before he got outside.

"Come on then girl... let's give you a little run." He pulled the leash and walked her outside, as he was passed the dildo. He let go of the leash, letting it drop to the floor, and threw the dildo onto the grassy area, "fetch bitch."

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Amber felt the flush in her face as they treated her like a dog, making sounds as though she should get hyper and excited just to go outside to play as she followed after the boy with the leash even as she saw Trey's apologetic face. She felt a pang a sorrow as she had a feeling that by the end of the night Trey may not even look at her the same way twice. They had her crawl through the house and into the grassy backyard as the dirt and grass slipped beneath her hands and feet she could feel the cool air causing her nipples to grow hard and goosebumps rise over her arms.

She watched as they flung the dildo across the yard, watching as the rubber dick bounced and her leash was dropped she began to quickly crawl after it. She knew what the boys were after, they wanted to be entertained and have a great show that Amber began to slip into the role of their little pet hoping that maybe if she was cooperative things would just be better for all involved. When she reached the dildo she would lean down, her mouth opening as she nudged it around on the ground trying to figure out how to pick it up as the boys hooted to see her with her bare ass up in the air. Her mouth having trouble fitting around the girth of the dildo she eventually had to slide her mouth over the head of the rubber cock and suck it into her mouth that when she came back to the jocks it was with a pair of rubber balls dangling from her lips.

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They all cheered as they watched her, her perfect body crawling across the muddy and dirty lawn. There was a breeze and they all knew it would have an effect on her body as she got outside. Her breasts dangled and bounced around as she crawled like a dog after the dildo that had been thrown, another cheer as she got to it and then tried to discover how to get it in her mouth without using her hands. Her ass was high in the air, that ass that had caused so many heads to turn when she first came into the lunch hall on the first day of campus.

They all smiled and cheered when eventually she turned, the dildo in her mouth as if she was sucking on it, the balls dangling from her lips. "Oh looks like our bitch still loves cock, even as a a little doggy." He reached down and took it from her mouth before he threw it again over the lawn, over towards a patch of wet mud, knowing she would come back filthy.

[User] Amber returned to the dildo, actually laughing when she got a pat on the head for being a 'good doggy' though immediately after they flung the dildo across the yard and past a muddy patch. She turned and crawled after it again though when her hands hit the mud she slipped and fell into it as the dark, cold dirt caked across her front dripping from her breasts as it smeared over her naked thighs. When she finally did reach the dildo it was also filthy with dirt that she managed to get it on her face as well tasting the mud as she brought it back to the group of boys. Her naked body trembling half in mud as there was even some caked against the outside of her bare sex.

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They all watched as she crawled away again, her breasts swaying side to side, they were all smiling as she came up to the mud but none of them expected to see what actually happened. Her legs and arms gave away as she slid, dropping face down into the mud, all of their jaws dropped, and then the inevitable roars of laughter filled the yard. They watched as she carried on her job, acting like a dog would and still brought back the dildo, although she was covered in wet, filthy mud.

"Enough of that I think", the jock looked down at her and smiled, "well our little doggy likes playing in the mud it seems as well as having dildos in her mouth." One of the guys came out with a bowl of water and placed it down in front of their bitch, "drink up bitch, you are going to have to go toilet out here, don't want you smelling the house out."

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Amber felt the humiliation as they all joined in a chorus to laugh at her expense, her head bowing as she would stand on all fours at their feet as they jeered and mocked her. She did not even bother to look up at any of them anymore as she felt as low as an ant. The bowl of water put below her she did not want to drink, she did not want to give them the satisfaction but the taste of mud and dirt in her mouth she desperately wanted to get rid of. Her face lowering against the bowl she would stick out her tongue as she tried to lap at the liquid. Her elbows against the dirt with her bottom sticking up in the air she sipped and drank until she could not easily get any more water.

She did not want to pee in front of these boys, she did not want to have to go to the bathroom just to have them laugh at her so she squeezed her thighs together and began to whimper as the urge came over her. "Please... please let me just go pee in a toilet... "

[Assistant]
They all watched, they were no longer laughing, they were just watching her, obsessed with that hot body, which was now covered in dirt, her ass sticking high up in the air as she started to drink the water from a bowl, one of the biggest humilations they could make her do, but even more than that, they knew what would be coming next, and they couldn't wait.

"We aren't going indoors until you have peed like a good doggy you little bitch, and make sure you do it properly too, I want to see one leg up in the air, just like a dog would." They stood outside still staring at Amber on the floor as she got more and more twitchy.

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Amber felt all the eyes upon her, boring into her as she knew what they wanted from her. She desperately did not want to cave yet the peer pressure was mounting as well as the urge in her bladder applying pressure to her body that the more she thought about it the stronger the urge would get. Her thighs pressing together as she squirmed in place she tried to lower her head. Tears forming in her eyes as she began to plead, "Please, please let me pee inside... please" she begged them but her words fell on deaf ears.

Minutes later she could not hold out any longer as her hips were squirming she found her parting her thighs, the stream of piss pouring out of her onto the ground. She let out a soft sigh of relief, her body shuddering as her bladder emptied from holding it so long.

[Assistant]
They all laughed, apart from Trey, but they all laughed as they watched her lift her leg, as her pee sprayed out from inside her, a stream pouring out onto the grass, they watched her body shudder, almost like it was shivering. "That's a good little bitch... now come on inside... we have a treat for you."

They got inside, and the main jock signaled to one of the lesser ones to go and get the treat whilst they all made their way back into the lounge. Once inside, he locked the doors once more, and sat down, as they all did, waiting whilst their puppy remained in the middle of the room, watched by them all.

Eventually the jock returned, with two German shepherd dogs. "No need to be alarmed bitch... they are going to clean you up... just stick your ass in the air for them."

[User] Amber was shivering from the cold as they led her back inside, with her head hanging she did not even fight being lead around like a dog anymore. She was too humiliated to protest yet when she would look up to see the two big dogs being led out she began to whimper, "No.. no way... what are you planning on doing with those two dogs..." she spoke as she began to move behind the man holding her leash.

[Assistant] They all laughed once more as she crawled around the room on her hands and knees, trying to hide behind her the guy holding the leash. "They are only going to lick you for now bitch... now come on... be a good doggy..." He waited, giving a few seconds to rethink, "the alternative is you being fucked by every single guy in here, and then forced to be licked..."

[User] Amber hung her head as she whimpered, slowly crawling out into the middle of the room where she was led as the two dogs were led closer. Her knees parted as she would hang her head feeling as the cold, wet nose of one dog came forward pressing against her sex. The dogs sniffing at her as she would shudder on the floor listening to the jeering of the boys. Drinks were being passed around as they reveled in the campus whore being humiliated even as the dog's tongue started to lick across her pussy she let out a gasp.

[Assistant] Both dogs moved to behind her, reaching up underneath her ass which she had pushed up into the air. They could smell her pussy, they could smell the juices hidden somewhere inside of her. They hungrily started to lick at her pussy, their large hard tongues licking up and down her slit, the pair of the in unison as they tasted their bitch for the first time. Everyone was watching, even Trey who had been quiet all night was watching, although not enjoying it as the others were. They cheered her on, telling her to push her ass up even more.

[User] Amber proved to be an obedient bitch as her ass was pushed high in the air she covered her face, her cheek soon resting upon the carpet as her ass hung in the air with the dogs nudging her upwards with their warm, rough tongues. Her backside soon glistening with their saliva from the pucker of her ass to the glimmer of her naked pussy. With the girl whimpering on the floor like a little bitch.

[Assistant] Being dogs they didn't realize the effect that their tongues could have and certainly wouldn't stop until they were pulled away. Both of their tongues continuing to assault her body, the larger of the two dogs tongue slid against the bitch's clit, unaware of the effect that may have, he continued to lick against her clit, his large tongue coating her mound with its saliva as the other dog started to lick at her tight ass hole.

[User] Amber moaned, her face flushed as they licked her clit and made her start to drip with excitement. She hated how aroused she was by a pair of dogs and even more so as the boys began to notice that she was whimpering and squirming as well as moaning with her legs spreading a little further for the dogs like a bitch in heat.

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The dogs sensed Amber's arousement, hearing her moans, only spurred them on, knowing that they must be doing some right. Their tongues rubbing and licking against her body over and over again, non stop contact with her clit and her pussy as they pleasured and tasted this new bitch they had been given. The guys all watched, some of them quiet as they tried to hide their sense of arousement too, the campus whore being licked by a couple of dogs and seemingly enjoying it.

The main jock clicked, giving one of the dogs an indication as to what he was allowed to do. The largest dog stood up on his hind legs, his paws coming down onto the bitch's back. The smaller dog having been pushed out the way, gave the larger one more access and he aimlessly tried to push his cock, which had come out of its sheath now, into her pussy.


[User] Metropolis was a massive, thrumming city, known to be a hive for superheros and villains, the constant battle between justice and hyper organized crime. One of these heroes goes by the name Seraph and she is currently on the hunt for a madman, a doctor that created twisted genetic experiment and wreaked havoc among the populace. Seraph was running through a series of abandoned buildings on the very outskirts of town, chasing down the demented laughter that could only be the Doctor's. Seraph dashed into a warehouse just as she saw a secret wall panel close shut. She was prompt in walking up to it and activating it's mechanism. Seraph walked into a white paneled room, lit by a single light, the door shut seamlessly behind her, leaving her in a perfectly white cube. Slots opened in the walls and gas spewed out, Seraph realized her mistake far too late and fell unconscious to the sound of the Doctor's maniacal laughter.

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The Doctor didn't have a name... or at least he didn't remember having one. He lured the woman right into a trap. He was wearing a white labcoat with a pair of son glasses which he wore even in dim light, his gloved hands quickly started to work on the small control panel that allowed him to set the trap for the heroine known as Seraph, one which she fell for soon enough.

After that she was taken down to the cells as he carried her down, she was attractive, her breasts were something he'd want to feel... and fuck of course. He set her down on the bed and already began to cup her breasts, playing with them.

[User] Seraph was groggy, her mind in a haze, her eyes were closed, in a daydreaming state. Then she tried to remember what it was that she did last, but she kept getting distracted by the feeling of someone roughly handling her breasts. Then Seraph remembered, she had run after the Doctor, she had breathed in the gas that had knocked her out and remembered the sound of his maniacal laughter. Her eyes snapped open and she saw the Doctor, hands outstretched, groping her and playing with her chest. But when Seraph tried moving her wrist, it got caught an inch from the bed she was on, she was restrained, her ankles and wrists locked up tight. She could only watch as her nemesis grabbed her intimate parts, a wicked smile across his face and a quickly hardening shaft in his pants.

[Assistant] The Doctor look at her as she slowly began to wake up. "Hahahaha..." He laughed, his usual signature laugh that sometimes he did to introduce himself rather than an announcement. He had did the precautions to restrain her, making sure that she didn't break free... after all she was a super hero and a careless move could have him pay. But as insane as the Doctor was... he was not careless. "I see these tits still look perfect on you." He said as he pulled the gloves from his hand and began to peel at her suit. "I wonder how these taste." He leaned down and captured her right nipple into his mouth while he pinched her left. "Mhmmm..." He let out a moan, continuing to undress her.

[User] Seraph hated the vile feeling of helplessness as the Doctor casually talked about how good her tits looked, then began to peel away the skin tight suit that was separating her warm flesh from his own lustful groping. Seraph tried struggling as much as she could, but her restraints kept her hands, feet and waist where they were, making her chest flounder around, just to be groped again. "You sick twisted asshole, get your hands off of me! You are vile and cruel, your touch feels like a pile of writhing snakes!"

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"Mhmm... I think it's a crime to not touch you when you look so delicious... so ready." He said pulling off her suit completely now as he began to undo his pants, she was held in place nicely as he moved his member between her legs, the restraining straps on her ankles moved so that her legs could be spread wider.

He moved his semi erect cock, which was quite sizable despite not completely hard. "Beg for me to fuck you Seraph." He said to her as he teased his member at her pussy.

[User] Seraph felt a ball of fear form in her stomach as her legs spread, the idea that this revolting, old and evil man was going to fuck her was almost unbearable. Her suit was off, showing her pink nipples and larger, shapely breasts. Her face reddened as he placed his cock at her entrance and groped her even more. "I won't beg, never, especially not for something like that. You are too vile to even imagine laying with. You aren't even brave enough to fight, me, instead, you drug me and put me here in your prison, but you can't keep me here forever." Her words were bold, but there wasn't much bite to them, his cock was huge truth be told, her entrance had only ever been used once before, so it was still tight and inexperienced.

[Assistant] "Well... isn't it a bit unfair for a man such as myself to be up against a being with powers? I think it's only fair that I'm allowed to do something to... equalize the disadvantage." He said, despite the fact that she didn't beg, he easily pushed his length deep into her pussy while a loud moan. "Mhmmm... ahhh.. you're so tight." He knew she wasn't a virgin, but her pussy was definitely virgin tight and very very pleasurable. He moaned as his held onto her legs, the superheroine spread open legged like a whore as he began to pump into her.

[User] Seraph's ball of fear ruptured and revulsion gripped her as the Doctor nonchalantly pushed his length into her, he grabbed her soft, shapely thighs and she tried to kick him, but the chains stopped her feet before they reached him, still held very close to the bed. Her long, sumptuous legs were butterflied as they were now, the Doctor sitting neatly between them, casually impaling her incredibly tight pussy. "Oh god stop! Please! Just take it out!" Seraph tried to bring her hands to strike at him, even whilst knowing that it was futile, her struggling only succeeded in increasing the Doctor's pleasure as she floundered into his deep penetration.

[Assistant] He could see the fear in her, he fed on it, drank on his as he felt her tight pussy... possibly the tightest he had clench around his member as he looked into her eyes. "Why? Your pussy certainly seemed to be liking it." He didn't know if she was liking it, but he didn't care. He was loving it and that was all that mattered to him. His hands moved to grab onto her breasts again. "I think I can never stop having fun with these." He said a she buried his face between her chest, meanwhile his cock pump into her pussy deeply again and again.

[User] Seraph felt a heat between her legs, despite her protests, she was getting wetter and wetter with each thrust. When the Doctor placed his face between her breasts and started thrusting deeper, she could feel the head of his cock tapping the entrance to her cervix and heard a wet noise. *Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick* was the noise the Doctor's cock made when it penetrated her balls deep, the sound of his hips connecting to her soft, round ass. The sound was turning her on and her pussy was feeling hot and tingly. Seraph had to bite her lip to prevent from moaning, but one slipped out when the head hit her cervix particularly hard.

[Assistant] He couldn't believe it but her attempts to hold back her moans did not become unnoticed. He realized that the harder and rougher he fucked her she more she seemed to like it. "You're getting off on this aren't you? The mighty Seraph is nothing but a slut that wants to be fucked hard?" He said, continued to penetrate her deeply as his hands moved to pinch her nipples twisting them a she looked into her eyes. "I can tell that you love it... you love getting fucked like this don't you?" He said, his cock already climbing up to a climax.


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Jaxien would look over at the other, thoughtful. "We're going to stay here for today, now that the place is clear I want to get the first pickings before anyone else wises up." He had intended to spend most of the day before scavenging, but plans had changed, obviously. He located his flask, checking to see how much water there was left before taking a few measured sips. He capped it again then went back to cooking.

"How good are your eyes?" He wanted to know how much use Styx would be. If they could take a good initial sweep of the place, they might only stay for the day, otherwise, he would have to get water for the both of them. Despite knowing it might leave him without his little 'helper,' he was itching to get back to the settlement. He wanted somewhere secure to get high for a while. Withdrawal was already starting to give him light shakes, though they would be heavily repressed, and Styx would only see it if he was paying close attention.

[Assistant] Styx rolled onto his back and stretched, letting out a satisfied groan. "Oh. Alright," he mumbled, looking back over at the other. He was kind of hoping there was somewhere for them to go like a settlement or something but Jaxien hadn't even hinted that a settlement could exist. He sat up, ignoring the sharp pain he felt. "My eyes? Uh... they're okay I guess. I can see pretty far... I don't think I need glasses or anything," he said, running a hand through his hair. It was all knotty from sleeping and having sex. Long hair probably wasn't the best idea for him at this point. "Is there like... a settlement anywhere nearby? Or do you just travel by yourself?" He wanted to know. Maybe if he knew where it was he could just go and leave Jaxien. He was kind of afraid to be around him.

[User] "I spend most of my time on my own." Dodging the question, of course, but not seeming awkward, or showing any clue that he was doing as such. Jaxien moved over to the mouth of the den, starting to move things away from the wall so that they would be able to get out. "Start looking for anything useful." Figures he wouldn't have to explain what useful was. In the wasteland, this was one of the things that even children knew, not knowing about it wasn't really an option. He'd start searching, digging through things and picking up anything that could be used.

[Assistant] Styx couldn't help but notice that his question was avoided. He waited almost hopefully, wondering of Jaxien would get back to it at some point. When he never got an answer, though, he frowned. "Alright..." he mumbled in response to Jaxien telling him to look for anything useful. He felt more like a slave than anything right now. He was hesitant at first about asking about a settlement again, afraid Jaxien would get angry at him for asking twice. But he wanted to know if he had anything to look forward to or if he was trapped out here with this guy. "Um... you didn't answer my question," he said carefully, though he stopped there. He didn't repeat the question, but instead waited to see if Jaxien would answer him.

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Jaxien remained silent for a good few moments after the question was asked. Eventually he decided to tell him, it didn't seem like the man would be able to find it on his own, and without the direction, odds were against him finding it by chance. Besides, maybe if he knew that Jaxien intended to head there soon, it would stop him from getting mopey. If the man developed a mood like that Jaxien would be inclined to just shove a knife in the back of his skull and be done with it.

"About half a day's travel from here. It's small." He gave a soft grunt. "How I knew about this place, they were all terrified of big bad and ugly." He was referring to the mutated creature, of course, and there was a tone of contempt in his voice that spoke volumes of how he felt about them being too scared to confront it. "If we do a good enough comb of this place by night, we'll head off for it in the morning." Extra incentive, of course, but hell nor high water would convince him to go any sooner than this. As soon as they found out this place was safe, they would come along to pick it clean. Jaxien didn't like competition, especially when he was the one who did all the work they were too fucking scared to do.

[Assistant] Styx's face lit up immediately when he heard there was a settlement nearby. He knew he couldn't try to go there alone since he didn't know the way and he'd probably get lost and die, but he at least knew there was something to look forward to. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, running a hand through his hair. "Well, that's a relief...," he mumbled softly, though he said it more to himself than to Jaxien. He looked over to the other, standing from where he was seated in their little den. He flinched at the pain that shot up his spine, though he tried to ignore it. He didn't want Jaxien knowing that what happened the night before had an effect on him; then he would truly win. "Why can't we go back now? It's dangerous out here," he said, though he wouldn't protest if the other insisted they wait. He didn't want to do anything to piss Jaxien off. Whether he liked to admit it or not, he needed him in order to survive. He just simply couldn't do it on his own. He walked out of where they'd stayed for the night and stood out in the sand, turning to Jaxien. "But, if you insist, we should get looking then, right?"

[User] "It's dangerous everywhere." The settlement provided some security, yes, but Jaxien felt safest when his life was in his own hands, not in trusting a bunch of cowards. He didn't respond any further than this, however, just continuing to search through the rubble. Most of what he picked up would be more useful to settlers, things that only people that didn't need to travel light would use. He was more interested in trade, at the moment. He was definitely starting to feel symptoms of withdrawal, now, but he stubbornly pushed through it. It wasn't like he'd never spent a sleepless night, body shaking almost violently as it rejected the way it was being treated. He wondered how much longer he would survive like this. These thoughts, added to the crappy way his body was feeling, were getting him into a foul mood. The others' presence was quickly becoming annoying, and more than once he simply considered either killing him or pointing him in the direction of the settlement. Only his current potential usefulness and the idea of another quick fuck that night was keeping him from doing either.

[Assistant] Styx supposed that small talk wasn't an option with a guy like Jaxien so he just kept quiet. He wasn't too fond of the other but he wasn't stupid enough to get on his bad side. He helped the other comb the desert, looking for anything useful. He did stay a bit close to the other though, just in case. He didn't suffocate him but made sure he could get to the other if need be. All he found was a couple of empty canteens and the broken barrel of a gun. After a while he gave up, sure he couldn't find much else. He walked over to Jaxien, holding out what he found. "This was all I could find," he said, holding out two canteens and an empty bag made out of some kind of animal hide. He wasn't sure what, though.

[User] Jaxien looked up at the other when he came over, then glanced at the sun. They'd been going at it for a fairly long time, and only the fact that his own pickings had been slim kept him from snapping at the other. At least one of the canteens looked bigger than his own. He figured this place wasn't worth much more of his time, and the only thing stopping him from just leaving for the settlement was the steadily lowering sun. He looked around, gathering some wood and instructing Styx to do the same. They would stay there for the night, then head out in the morning. Once they had enough wood, he'd head back towards the den, starting the fire once more as he instructed Styx to build up the wall once more.

[Assistant] Styx wasn't expecting praise or anything but he at least hoped for some kind of speech. But, to be honest, he wasn't surprised at all when he didn't get anything from Jaxien. He just followed the other obediently back to the den, keeping quiet. He could tell Jaxien was in a bad mood. He wasn't sure why he was, but it was obvious the other was irritated. He put the things down that he gathered and went to go find wood as he was told, bringing back as much as he could. He built up the wall as well, making it in the same fashion he had the last. Once everything was done he sat down, letting out a heavy sigh. He dusted off his clothes, sand falling off in some places. He looked over to Jaxien nervously. He was actually kind of afraid of the night... a new found fear he'd gained after being practically raped the night before. "So... we'll be heading out in the morning, right?" He asked, just to make sure. He didn't want to end up wandering around the next day only to find out Jaxien was lying or something.

[User] Jaxien nodded wordlessly in response to the question. There was no sense staying here any longer. He got some more of the meat from the makeshift bag and started to cook it. His eyes seemed blank throughout the whole thing, even as he handed some over to Styx and began to eat his own. He wondered if he could even be bothered fucking the man again, tonight, but his hate of waste wouldn't allow him to miss the opportunity, even if he wasn't really in the mood. He waited till they'd both finished before looking over at him and speaking almost dully, but there was no room for argument. "Take off your pants."

[Assistant] Styx had taken advantage of the meat before him and ate until he was full. The night before he tried not to eat much so he wouldn't throw up. But now he was certain he could eat without a problem. He ate until he was full, feeling rather stuffed once he was done. He was just finishing up his last piece when he heard the command. He turned his head quickly, looking over at the other. "What...?" he questioned, hoping he'd heard him wrong. He was sure he hadn't but he could hope and pray. Was he really to go through this again?

[User] Jaxien gave a light huff, shifting over to him. "You heard me." He reached to start undoing his pants, glad to find that his crotch wasn't betraying his slight reluctance. But really, he hadn't expected otherwise, he was a man, after all, and his body was about as unwilling to waste this chance as he was. He spat in his palm, stroking himself and getting a bit of lubrication. If Styx was taking too long, he would reach with his other hand to start pulling down his pants, roughly rolling the man onto his stomach and pushing a couple fingers into him. It was rough, but at least he seemed willing to stretch him out again.

[Assistant] Styx felt like he was going to throw up. Was this really going to happen again? He didn't move, both because he was refusing and because he was paralyzed out of fear. He didn't want to go through this again. But maybe this time it would hurt less since he'd already been through it once? He glanced down at Jaxien's cock when he pulled it out, swallowing nervously. Regardless of what his mind was saying, his cock said the opposite. He hated what happened last night but it had felt good, and that was all his dick cared about. He tried to scoot away when Jaxien pulled his pants down for him, letting out a grunt as he was flipped over. He flinched as he felt fingers get shoved inside of him, burying his face in his arms. "Goddamnit," he mumbled to himself, trying to relax so it wouldn't hurt so much, though Jaxien wasn't exactly being gentle.

[User] Jaxien gave another light huff, eyes still rather blank as his fingers moved. He found himself slowing down a little, the stretching slightly more gentle. He wasn't sure why, nor did he bother questioning it. At this point he didn't really care, most of his mind was fixed on his next hit anyway. It wasn't long before he felt that Styx was stretched enough, but he kept going anyway for a good few moments. Eventually he pulled them out and gripped his victim's hips, pushing into him and giving a low moan. No matter what his mental state, this still felt good. Thank fucking god.

[Assistant] Styx relaxed noticeably when the other seemed to get more gently. It kind of shocked him at first, but he took what he could get. He found that with the more gentle movements, he was pushing back into the other. It was easier to find pleasure in all of this when Jaxien wasn't trying to rip him in two. He let out a few soft moans, actually, though he tried to bite them back. He still didn't want Jaxien to know he felt good. By the time Jaxien was done he actually felt like he was prepared for it, rather than last time where it was nothing compared to what he'd needed. It still hurt a little when the other pressed in but it was much more bearable. He licked his lips and took slow, deep breaths, his cock almost completely hard at that point. Despite his dignity, on the inside he was calling out for Jaxien to find that spot he had the night before. He'd never felt anything like it before.

[User] Jaxien found himself moving as if he was in a dream. Idly, he wondered if what he was doing was a sort of side effect of his withdrawal, or perhaps of the rather lonely lifestyle he'd been living over the years. Either way, he just closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it, giving in to the moment. He angled his hips, finding that sweet spot and starting to push into him, leaning in and pressing their bodies close. One of his hands slipped off the man's hips to move to the others' cock. His hand was more gentle, this time, string to stroke idly. He gave a soft noise that was almost a hum, and started to pick up his pace a little.

[Assistant] Styx flinched and arched his back, letting out a strangled mewl as Jaxien angled his hips to get his sweet spot. He glanced back at the other over his shoulder when he moved closer, giving him a wary glance. His eyes quickly shut when the other hit that spot again though, his hands balling into fists. His hips bucked into the hand that stroked him, his lips parting as he started to pant. God, he wished Jaxien was like this more often. Maybe they just got off on the wrong foot? He hoped so, because this was fucking fantastic. He let out a whimper and pressed back into the other, moving his hips up and down slightly so he was grinding against the other as he thrust into him. He wasn't sure why he was giving up so easily all of the sudden. Sure, it felt good, but shouldn't his pride be fighting back more? But still, he couldn't find the mental capacity at the moment to protest. His cock twitched in Jaxien's hand, a loud moan escaping his lips.

[User] Jaxien gave a soft moan of his own, starting to thrust even faster, panting already. But suddenly there was something wrong, his lungs began burning and he barely had time to pull himself away, scrabbling a few feet away from the other man before loud, agonizing coughs started to wrack through him. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, but it was the first time it had come on so suddenly, not giving him a chance to get away from people before it happened. He curled up, turning away and tried to suppress the coughs that made his whole body shake, undoubtedly only making things worse for himself. All feelings of intimacy were gone, replaced only by a dread that he was so vulnerable in front of someone who he was sure hated his guts.

[Assistant] Styx had his head tipped back onto Jaxien's shoulder, ready to cry out for the other when he was suddenly gone. Everything was gone. His warmth, the pleasure, everything. He let out a whimper, glancing back at the other. When he heard the coughing, though, he genuinely became worried. He quickly pulled his pants up, trying to calm his raging hormones as he quickly rushed over to the other. Sure, the guy could piss him off and treat him like shit but he wasn't about to sit back and watch him suffer. He sat down next to the other and placed a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. He wasn't sure what was wrong with the other, but that coughing sounded so painful... "Jaxien...," he paused to clear his throat as his voice cracked, "Jaxien... re you alright? Do you need something?" He asked, not sure what he could do for the other.

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Jaxien flinched away as the hand was placed on his shoulder, but it didn't take him long to realize, even in his state, that the man wasn't trying to hurt him. The touch felt foreign, something he likely hadn't felt in his still rather short life. At the very least, he couldn't remember having felt it. He couldn't answer as Styx asked the question, he could barely even hear it. The coughs continued to wrack through his body for a good few minutes before they subsided.

As he pulled his hand away from it's place at his mouth, he saw something that made him go pale. Blood. _Fuck... FUCK._ He pulled his hand away quickly, wiping them on his dark pants, hoping Styx hadn't seen. "W... water..." It hurt to speak, hurt to breathe, but he had at least gotten the coughing under control. What bothered him most, however, was the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He needed to get it out.

[Assistant] Styx waited for the other to finish coughing, knowing he couldn't answer in that state. When he finally stopped he glanced over Jaxien's shoulder, his stomach flipping when he saw the blood. He noticed Jaxien's face go pale and he figured he wasn't supposed to see when he wiped his hand off on his pants. He placed his hand on his back, rubbing it gently. He didn't know what to do. When he heard the other ask him for water, though, he quickly scrambled off and grabbed one of the canteens filled with water. He twisted the cap off and held it out to the other, pressing the opening against his lips gently. "Here, here's water," he said, still a little shaken from the blood he'd seen. What was happening to him that was making him cough up blood?

[User]
Jaxien knew exactly what it was that had made him this way. It was his own habits, drinking, smoking, the drugs. All of that combined with the already sub-standard life of a wandering waste-lander, really, he'd known it was coming. How could it not have come? But he hadn't expected it to come so fast. He was terrified, and it showed in the way his hand shook as he brought it up to the canteen, pouring some of the water into his mouth. His other hand hovered near the gun at his hip, he had a special pocket in his jacket that held a single bullet from each of his guns. They were all for the same purpose. The only thing he truly feared was dying a slow, painful death. Better to end it quickly than to suffer.

But now wasn't the time, if he tried now Styx might try to stop him. He could understand the motivation only so far as in terms of the man getting to safety. If Jaxien died now, Styx would be likely to die with him, he knew neither where there was water or other people. Besides, he figured he deserved one more good hit before he died. He would go into the town, trade for as many drugs as he could, and leave. Maybe he would come back here. It seemed as good a place as any to die. But there was still a nagging feeling he would have to ditch Styx first, while he couldn't understand what motives besides his own survival that the man might have to keep him alive, he was suddenly sure he would.

A hard mask of indifference and annoyance came over his face, and he pulled away from the other. "Go to sleep." There was a harsh edge to his already raspy voice, and his body language was walled off, suddenly. He turned to lay in the dirt, pulling a blanket over himself and curling up, facing away. He fully intended to push the man away from him, and his thoughts. But as time went on and it became apparent that sleep was not coming, all he could think about was the intimacy he had shared with the other not that long before. It would be nice to have that again before he died, but he refused even entertaining the idea. Styx had to go, and he would kill him as well if he had to.

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Styx waited patiently as the other recovered, staring at him intently. He was genuinely concerned about the other. Most people would be concerned because Jaxien was his only way to that settlement, but that didn't even come to mind. He was genuinely afraid that the other might die... he was the first person Styx had seen in god knows how long and he couldn't help but be a little attached. Regardless of his hard shell he put around himself, Jaxien still took the time to take care of him. Plus, he was still feeling a bit sentimental about how intimate they'd been a moment before. He reached out a hesitant hand to push some of Jaxien's hair out of his face, licking his lips.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, too afraid to ask about the blood. He was chewing on his bottom lip nervously, really afraid that Jaxien wouldn't wake up in the morning. If he lost someone else he was sure he'd go insane. He couldn't bare that again. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Jaxien's harsh words. He flinched back, almost feeling... hurt by his words. He wanted to retort, wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and forget about him ever giving a shit again, but he couldn't find his voice. His throat just closed up and he kept quiet. He tried to muster a glare but he was sure he looked more distressed and hurt than anything. He moved away from the other and laid down as far away from Jaxien as he could, rolling over onto his side. He didn't fall asleep for a few hours, rolling around restlessly until exhaustion made him pass out.

[User]
Jaxien's own sleep never came, at some point, after Styx's movements ceased, he rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He should have been glad that his sudden shift in attitude had worked so quickly and easily, but in honesty it just left a hollow ache in his chest that was somehow worse than his aching lungs. Physical pain was something he was used to, but this... this was something else entirely. He might have succumbed, turned around and apologized, if it weren't for the certainty that Styx would only make things worse. If he stopped him from killing himself, he would die slowly and in pain as a result of his illness. The idea that it might just take him out of the picture quickly was too much to hope for.

Still, his concern was strangely comforting, and his sleep and drug deprived brain conjured up the image of being held while he died. It was comforting, and only made his situation more terrifying. Eventually, he saw the sun coming up and he wiped his eyes, ashamed and angry to find that they were wet. He sat up, joints cracking and protesting the rough treatment. He started cooking, eyes distant as he pushed away all thoughts other than what he was doing and how he was going to spend most of the day. He didn't let himself think that this might be the last sunrise he'd ever see, refused to give it any meaning. It would only hurt more.

[Assistant]
Styx didn't sleep well through the night... at all. He woke up several times and as soon as he saw the sun come up he just stayed awake. He just laid there for a while, his body still exhausted even though his mind was wide awake. He could hear Jaxien shuffling around and was kind of hoping he'd come over and say something... maybe apologize or at least acknowledged his existence. But when it didn't come he wasn't surprised in the least. After a while he let out a loud, irritated sigh and sat up, forcing himself to not look at the other.

He picked up the canteen of water and shook it, glad to see there was some left. He took a sip before he put it down, his lips curling up with distaste when he tasted blood on the rim from when Jaxien had been drinking it. He stood up and stretched his limbs out, starting to take down the wall at the mouth of the den. He had to piss really bad and he needed to get away from Jaxien. He left without saying a word, but he left all his things so it was obvious he wasn't leaving the other. He went to the side of the den and pulled down his fly, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he relieved himself. At least he knew he'd be at the settlement at some point today, away from someone as hurtful as Jaxien. To be honest, though, he wasn't sure if he could make himself stay away from the other...


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Smells people were simply born to be great trainers---born with the competitive streak to fight anyone who came challenging, born with the lust for knowledge and the will to be the best of he best. The Champion who people would travel to from all corners of the world to battle and test their skills against... but then there were some people who were quieter, less outgoing and more interested in the act of raising and caring for a Pokémon rather than battling. Some people simply were excited to have their own partner, to have something to explore with and become friends with. Lukam was certainly the latter.

By no means did he not study as much as the other boys in the rather prestigious town---every young man or woman was expected to be better than other trainers owing to the great level of education they possessed, but he couldn't help being more interested in climbing up a tree and trying to convince a wild Pidgey to nibble seed from his hand. That was what he most enjoyed. He'd even stumbled upon a den of baby Rattata and fought with the urge to scoop up one of the tiny things...

He spent too much time with his head in the clouds, his father told him, and while Lukam agreed, he was still happy to begin his adventure with his Pokémon. While the others in the class squabbled over which type was best, he simply wanted anything---he would make sure he was good friends with it and ensure that the Pokémon would be well looked after... even if inwardly he had a special love for flying types. Something often scoffed at for how weak they were.

Throughout the years he barely noticed anyone else---certainly not the way one particular trainer always seemed to eye him whenever they passed. He was too excited as the day of graduation came and he fiddled with his blue hot perched upon dark brown hair, equally dark eyes looking anxiously in the mirror of his room. "Okay Lukam. You're ready. You're a winner. You're going to get a Pokémon!"

He couldn't help a small giggle of excitement before hauling his backpack onto his shoulders and hurrying to the professor's home, struggling not to hum happily with excitement on the way. He hoped he wasn't last...

[Assistant]
As anything worth waiting for, there was a line formed well before the official eight-o'-clock opening. Despite this, of course, Morgan was already inside. He'd arrived through the back entrance with permission from his mentor, allowed a first look at the Pokémon available. There were quite a few, considering the professor's district and the number of trainers he had to provide for that day. He wanted something special, of course, but all those provided were fairly common, some of them even in multiples. It was a bit depressing. Alas, he decided to simply go with something useful.

Careful consideration ruled out the electric types; they were good for jump-starting things or stunning opponents, but he wanted something more... threatening, something that would have more use as it grew. This left him with water and fire, he'd decided. Water might be fun, but it was a bit boring considering the limited types available that day. He had to choose between two, then: a Growlithe and a Charmander. This was the least difficult of all his decisions.

The Charmander was transferred to his possession, the creature just as ready to battle as he was. Ready to let in the crowd---and to eye his little rival as he chose whatever weak Pokémon he found 'cute'---he and his new companion stroke up to the glass door, lifting his wrist to watch the time for the last few seconds before he could 'officially' open the door. Once open, Morgan's very pale blue gaze stroked the line for the familiar form of his favorite young trainer. The line was slow to progress, though most of those in it were quiet, either the cunning types who liked to keep their strategy to themselves or those simply too worried to waste focus on speaking. When the line finally did guide Lukam through the doorway, Morgan's grin sparked across his lips and the older boy pulled his rival to the side, bending to move his lips close to his ear.

"You better pick a good one, boy. You're my first battle, and you know what happens when trainers lose..." He gave a quiet chuckle and released him, taking a few steps back with his dark, excited expression before heading out the back entrance and around to wait for Lukam to exit. The Charmander at his side was anxious, frying the grass and nearby small bushes as they waited.

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A line. Of course there would be a line. Lukam sighed heavily and frowned as he took his place, leaning up on the very tips of his toes in an attempt to see the double doors of the laboratory. Thankfully he didn't seem too far away and after only a few minutes the line had been made to continued far behind him, and the boy swallowed anxiously, hoping that it wouldn't take too long before he was able to enter and choose his Pokémon.

Soon enough he reached the door and watched numerous people file past him, Pokeballs in hand and a satisfied expression upon their face---it seemed everyone was able to choose one they wanted, but even Lukam wasn't naive enough to believe there were enough good Pokémon for everyone. Not that he was particularly interested in power so much as personality, but he hoped he wouldn't be expected to take away a Weedle. That would be too much...

"Ahh...!" He gasped suddenly in surprise as he was tugged slightly, lips brushing over his ear as a boy he'd never seen before whispered so ominously towards him. His eyes widened and he glanced sharply upwards at the imposing figure with a deep frown. "I... I don't... I don't want to..." But the boy had already gone and Lukam sighed heavily, lowering his gaze to the floor. Wonderful. Apparently he'd already ruffled someone's feathers...

He jerked from his thoughts as he'd reached the doors, edging inside to look over the line of dwindling Pokeballs. Each was labeled and the boys ahead were tossing some to summon up the creature inside and look at it before returning it to the ball. Lukam had his eye on one Immediately that seemed to be passed by and he smirked brightly as he approach the ball, picking it up quickly and walking from the office, holding it carefully.

First he wanted to meet his Pokémon and he hurried around the back to a small field, where he crouched and held the ball, smiling happily as the beam of light shot forward to form up his rather small Eevee. The brown creature squealed softly and peered up st Lukam, sniffing at his outstretched hand, his (as it was a he) long ears dropped cautiously. "Hi there, boy..." Lukam murmured, tilting his head. "I'm Lukam. Nice to meet you."

The Eevee tilted his head again, a small mewl echoing from it as it shuffled closer to the new trainer.

[Assistant]
Morgan waited a good while before he looked inside; the line had nearly dwindled and he hadn't caught his rival leaving the building. Was he really taking that long, or did he manage to escape? Huffing, he slipped back inside, the Charmander not far behind at his heel; the creature was so anxious to see what it's new master was capable of that he was now snarling at those he passed, trying to coax his master into a battle before all the trainers left. It didn't take long for Morgan to realize Lukam had left without his knowledge, and that only aggravated him. Little prick thought he could leave without a battle, huh?

He slipped outside, grabbing his things along the way: a gray beanie hat for over his shaggy black hair, his gray messenger bag, and a pair of black sunglasses shaped to make him look all the more menacing. He hoped the little bastard hadn't gotten far; he really wanted to eat him.

"How about I call you Vincere, eh?" he spoke to his Charmander as they walked, deciding on a path he was certain the boy would've taken based on the 'floaty' personality he'd observed. The Charmander grunted in response; he was alright with that. "Alright, then. We gotta find this little shit, Vinny. Gotta put him in his place so he knows who's boss and where he sits on the ladder." He cast a quick, devious grin down to his companion, his voice growing quieter throughout his little speech. They sought out Morgan's rival for only a few minutes before coming upon him. They kept their distance for a few moments, watching him---Morgan offered Vincere a ride on his back for a better view---before finally heading over, smug as ever.

"Heeeeey, little shit. Thought you could get away, huh?" His wry grin was treacherous, Vincere growling over Morgan's shoulder with anxiety. "How about that battle you promised me..."

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Lukam smiled softly at the little furry creature, fingers moving slowly to scratch behind a long ear which seemed to be a pleasant soft spot for the Eevee who mewed happily and closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. "Ahh, like that?" The boy murmured, chuckling softly and patting the small quiff of hair between the ears as the tip of his finger was offered a small lick with a pink tongue. "You're so cute." Lukam smiled brightly and stood once again, his hands lifting around the little Pokémon's chest to hold it against his chest.

He smiled and ran his fingers gently over brown fur, walking idly around the small field around the back of the lab, a small sigh passing between his lips. "We need to think of a name for you, hmm?" He released the small dog-like creature and watched as it scampered forward towards one of the large trees, pawing at the bark and yipping softly at a flock of sparrow that fluttered away at the disturbance. "Hey, now. Don't be causing trouble already...!" He scolded playfully, to which Eevee turned back and moved towards the trainers to nuzzles his legs.

"I'll think of a name later, okay? Do you mind me calling you Eevee?" There was no time to respond however, before a voice echoed from behind him and Lukam gasped sharply, turning back and gathering up Eevee in his arms to hold it prospectively as his gaze looked towards Morgan and the vicious-looking Charmander on his shoulder, biting his lower lip. "I... I didn't mean to run away. I was just... Wait, I didn't... I never promised a battle... Eevee just came out of his ball, we're not ready..."

He frowned and looked down to the Pokémon, a worried expression on his features. "I don't want him to get hurt the first day of meeting. I thought we could just... bond a little..."

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Morgan laughed. "You act like you're the only one who just got his Pokémon. I just got mine and he's ready for a battle. I told you I was saving my first battle for you. You sure you want to keep Vinny here waiting?" He grinned, reaching across his chest to pat pointedly at his companion's neck; said Charmander was snarling, eyes moving between his two opponents. "I don't think he'd like that very much... do you?" Another laugh escaped and he continued forward, his own gaze locked on Lukam's with a terrifying lust for something unspeakable.

"...are you afraid, boy? Is that it?" Being so close only made Vincere more anxious, the Charmander attempting to crawl over Morgan's shoulder to get to the little furry thing held so protectively against Lukam's chest. "You scared your little furball isn't good enough? ...or is it that you're worried about the consequences?" Of course, his grin became more devious, and he had no shame in reaching directly for Lukam's groin to make his point all the more clear.

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Lukam frowned and moved back as Morgan advanced towards him, his heart budding loudly against his chest as he thought about what would happen if he lost---it was taught in the academy that a trainer who lost was essentially forfeit to the winner, but mostly money was given and that was the end of it. Judging by the other boy's dark expression however, Morgan had something else in mind. "I... I don't even know you... and Pokémon have different personalities... why don't you bully someone who wants to battle?"

Eevee had picked up on his Master's worry and yipped across at the opposing trainer and Charmander, his fur standing on end. "E-Eevee, calm down... its okay..." Lukam tried to calm things but his eyes widened as the other boy spoke of the consequences of looking and obviously reached for his groin, gasping and stepping back again. "N-No...!" He swallowed thickly and shuffled on the spot, looking down to his new Pokémon.

"Do you want to try...?" The Pokémon yipped loudly once again and wiggled out of Lukam's arms to growl quietly, his tail high in a battle-ready stance. "Alright... alright. I'll do my best." He looked towards Morgan. "I accept your challenge..."

[Assistant]
Morgan had to admit that he was kind of hoping the boy would deny him; he refused to accept being rejected, and to him that was as much a loss as being defeated was. Really, either way, Morgan was getting what he wanted; there was no way in hell the little shit was going to win, after all. His amused laughter continued as he watched the little furball act tough, knowing full well that his Charmander was about to fry it.

"Haha, alright, alright..." Morgan mused as Vincere climbed from his back to circle it's opponent. "Don't hold back just 'cause he's weak, Vinny!"

Vincere's maw curved slightly with a hungry grin, white smoke rising from his bared teeth. He gave a single growl just before his master called out an order to cook the furball. Vincere didn't hesitate; he took in a quick, deep breath. Morgan ordered him to get close, and he attempted to do just that.

"Don't give him any room to run, Vinny!" Morgan's strategy was clear enough if one understood an Eevee's species well enough. Eevee needed room to move, to gain momentum, otherwise it was reduced to claw and bite attacks. At that range, the furball would be taking the hottest of Vincere's fire.

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No matter how much a person read about battling, no matter how one succeeded at simulations, there was nothing like the real thing. Blood pounded in Lukam's ears as he watched the Charmander 'smirk'---the lizard apparently as hungry for battle as its trainer. "Come on, Eevee... we can do this...!" He wasn't confident, that was obvious, but he would do his best if only for his Pokémon's sake---burns were painful after all.

Eevee was a young creature and growled at his opponent as he was circled. His ears were pricked and alert as the Charmander inhaled fiery breath and moved swiftly to close the distance. "Get back, Eevee! Don't go near that fire!" The Pokémon yipped in response and was quick to bound several long paces away, he large tail swaying for balance. Whatever one says about their low power, Eevees were fast.

"Okay, try sand attack!" Lukam knew there was no way Eevee could stand many hits---lowered accuracy was his best shot and Eevee called out loudly, front paws scrabbling in the ground to shower dirt and grass towards the lizard's eyes.

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Eevee was certainly fast, and that was a problem, but not too big a hill to climb. Morgan responded to the 'attack' quickly, hardly letting Lukam get the first word out before he was calling out a command of his own; Lukam's strategy was just too easy to see through. "Burn it from the air, Vinny!"

Of course, the retaliation wouldn't really burn it, but it did at least cause enough force to keep most of it from coming his way. A bit did get in his eyes, but not enough to result in the desired effect. Irritated, the Charmander snarled and once more ran after the Eevee, stopping only when his master called out to him.

"Burn his path!" Morgan ordered. Vinny, in turn, changed his tactics, shooting flames where the Eevee was headed; the Charmander caught on quickly to the idea, attempting to understand and time the Eevee's movements to catch the his paws in the fire. Vinny and Morgan were intending to cripple the Eevee; it was a cruel move.

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It wasn't a fair match from the beginning---Eevee had nothing in the way of ranged attacks, not for quite some time anyway, whereas the Charmander's very breath was a weapon in itself and Lukam flinched as his effort to even the odds a little was effortlessly predicted. He knew he wasn't made to be a trainer, indeed he had no real desire to battle with his Pokémon, but the boy opposite gave him no other option and he pointed upwards towards the trees around them.

"Try to use them as cover! Be careful!" Eevee blinked as the jets of flame sped towards it, mewling in fear and darting behind the trees as his trainer instructed. Thankfully the fire wasn't strong enough to burn through the thick trunk, but there were only a certain number of trees---only a certain number of ways the Pokémon could go and it was only a matter of time before the fire caught the tiny paws that ran quickly back and forth.

"Quick attack, Eevee! Hurry!" Eevee turned suddenly and sped towards the lizard, head bowed to deliver a blow when a paw stepped on the grass still alight from earlier fire and the little creature yelpled in pain and tumbled forwards, looking it's footing.

"Eevee!" Lukam gasped as it struggled to stand with the injured paw, it's ears lowered as obvious pain raced through its body. "E-Enough! That's enough!" He ran forwards to place himself between the battling Pokémon, hurriedly kneeling besides his Pokémon to look st the bad burn. "You win... don't hurt him anymore..." Eevee mewed softly and nuzzles almost apologetically into Lukam's petting hand. "It's okay, boy... I'll get you fixed up in no time..."

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Vincere had been only a moment from hurling a thick breath of flame at the charging opponent when Lukam invaded the battle space and his master broke out laughing. Frustrated, but also proud of his victory over such a creature, Vincere puffed out his chest with a bit of white smoke and looked down at the Eevee over it's protruding maw, very much considering it lesser after such an ending.

Morgan joined his companion, giving a slow, amused clap. "Very... er, nice, loser." He laughed and crouched to stroke a hand across the back of Vincere's head affectionately. "You know you'll never make it past the first gym leader." He laughed, again, then stood, casting a glance down toward his Pokémon with a smirk, then back toward Lukam.

"So... drop your pants, boy." He cracked his knuckles with extended arms and began to approach him, intending to force his clothing away if he didn't do it himself. He didn't have time to wait for him to fawn over his weak Eevee, nor did he have to give such mercy. Lukam did lose, after all.

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A hand had slipped into his back pocket to withdraw his wallet---true, technically a winning trainer could demand anything save the opponents Pokémon for their victory, but money was what was usually expected, at least Lukam in his naivety thought such and he looked back with a deep frown as he was mocked. "It was our first battle... we'll get better..." He then focused again on Eevee, ignoring the other boy as he glossed with his Charmander. "Don't worry. We'll train, okay? Go back in your ball and I'll take you to the Pokémon center..."

Eevee gave a tired yip and as Lukam held the ball it faded in a stream of red light. It was then that he heard the abrupt demand for him to drop his pants and he froze, his stomach lurching. Slowly he rose to his feet and looked back through somewhat curvy brown hair, eyes wide as he shuffled backwards. "B-But I... c-couldn't you just... take half my money...? I... I don't... I mean I've..." Lukam didn't get out much---spoke to people even less. It should have been obvious that he was a virgin, but rules were rules, and he had always been taught to obey them.

"C-Come on... I don't even know your name... I... why do you want... that?" He shook his head quickly, praying that this was some bad joke. "M-Money's better anyway... right?"

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Morgan pulled his sunglasses away from his face and carefully folded them over the collar of his t-shirt, smiling almost innocently, save for his cruel, demanding eyes. "No, I think I'd prefer you to drop your fucking pants." His tone was calm, and Lukam's fear seemed to be helping Vincere relax, as well. Morgan stepped closer still, as did his Pokémon. "You want me to make you, boy? I don't have time to have you trying my patience..." Vincere gave a little growl to show he agreed, then leapt to help corner his master's prey. Clearly, Morgan had chosen the perfect Pokémon to fit his own personality as even the creature was growing aroused and anxious.

As Morgan came within reach, one hand sought out Lukam's groin, the other his own; the battle had given him time to consider what he'd win, thus he was already hard behind the zipper of his pants. "Don't worry, it's not like you won't get used to it. I doubt this'll be the last time you ever get fucked for losing..." He chuckled.

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Lukam gasped sharply as he felt his back hit a large tree, his hands pressing back against rhetoric back as if hoping he could melt into it and hide from the sudden consequences of his looking. He knew this happened often, but he never imagined it would happen to him so soon. "Nngh... n-no... I don't... want you to make me..." He murmured anxiously, glancing from Pokémon to owner. Gods, both of them looked ready to pounce and his stomach churned at the large lizard. A trainer was one thing, but a Pokémon...?

"C-Can I... can we go inside at least?" He gestured vaguely to the Charmander. "Agent you... going to withdraw him? I mean..." His weak efforts to give himself some time was interrupted suddenly as he felt Morgan's hand grip his groin, his hips twisting as a deep blush came to his cheeks and he closed his eyes tightly. "P-Please... inside... just... n-not out here... not with..." Lukam swallowed and trembled, trying to edge around the tree---towards the homes farther off.

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"Shh," Morgan hushed, trying not to laugh as he pressed his hips up against his hand and Lukam's body, "You don't want to draw attention, do you? They'll all know you lost and that you're... easy..." He grinned maliciously, rubbing him firmly as his mouth shifted to meet the crook of Lukam's neck.

Vincere, feeling left out, reminded the two of his presence with a small growl and a nuzzle of his maw between their legs; the scent of Morgan's arousal and Lukam's fear was simply becoming too much. His master was taking far too long. Morgan pulled his mouth away from Lukam's wet skin to glance at his Charmander, who returned an expression of dissatisfaction; it made Morgan chuckle, just before roughly pushing himself against Lukam.

"Looks like you don't get any time to warm up..." He laughed quietly, then gripped the band of Lukam's pants and undergarments, pulling him forward, then the pants down to expose the trainer's ass. His free hand dove into Lukam's hair, gripping it tight to angle his head toward his exposed, hardened cock. "...you ever sucked dick, before?"

Vincere, still not satisfied with the positioning, left up and nipped at a cheek of Lukam's ass, attempting to get the boy to drop to his knees. The creature was going mad with anxiety, his barbed cock throbbing and glistening with the assumed sensation of Lukam's orifice.

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Lukam whimpered and closed his eyes tightly as Morgan pressed firmly against his body, his hips trying to twist in a vague effort to remove himself from the humiliating situation. "I... I'm n-not easy..." He murmured, keeping his voice low despite himself---he didn't want to draw attention, didn't want anyone to see what was happening to him. That way no one would know how he lost and he hopefully wouldn't be targeted.

A low whimper echoed between his lips as Morgan kissed hotly over his throat, tilting his head back with a small sob at the dreadful start to the journey when suddenly he heard the growl echo from below them and felt the Charmander nuzzle between them. Hopefully Morgan would leave him to tend to his Pokémon? But no. As Lukam looked down at the large lizard his eyes widened at the sight of the large barbed cock, a sense of horror coming over him as he squirmed.

"N-No... no... that---" He whimpered as he was shoved again against the tree, gasping sharply at the sudden rush of cool air over his groin and ass as his pants ans underwear were pulled downwards to hang around his knees. Lukam wavered slightly and automatically gripped Morgan's shoulders for balance, flinching back from the tight grip that forced him to look at his own cock.

"I've... I've n-never done anything... please, please don't...!" The boy cried out softly as he felt sharp teeth upon his ass, jerking and trembling beneath the attention of the two hungry males, his cheeks flared a brilliant red. "I-I'll give you a-all my money... fuck... please..."

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Morgan found Lukam endlessly amusing; he definitely didn't regret choosing this kid as his rival. He certainly looked forward to battling him, again. "Shuttup," he commanded, his voice light with anticipation as he pulled Lukam down, attempting to position him on his knees as his companion anxiously tried to mount him. With his free hand, Morgan worked off his own pants and let them drop, again angling Lukam's head, this time to position his mouth against the sensitive head of his cock.

"Open your mouth. And remember that you've got a bloody fire breather behind you, so don't you dare try to bite me." His hand squeezed the strands harder, pressing his cock firmly against Lukam's lips as the Charmander's wet head found the tight, sensitive ring of Lukam's ass. The creature didn't hesitate when he had the right angle, stepping on Lukam's calves with his clawed feet and legs fully extended to reach. He gripped Lukam's hips tightly, claws lightly pressing into flesh as he began to force his cock into the hole and his master impatiently waited for the boy to open his mouth and accept his fate.

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The boy grunted weakly as he found himself pushed roughly downward to his knees, his legs tangled within his pants to ensure he couldn't easily right himself once he was placed in the vulnerable position, his hands moving to support his upper body. He closed his eyes tightly as his face was angled towards the thick cock, refusing to open his lips---if it would happen, he would make sure Morgan knew he wanted nothing to do with it. It was all he could do then...

The sudden sensation of wet heat against his virgin opening however, caused him to freeze and he tried to glance back only to be held firmly by Morgan's grip on his hair. He didn't need to look to know what was happening and he struggled desperately as clawed feet planted firmly on his legs to ensure he couldn't move, a loud cry unable to be held back as the Charmander thrust forward to force the thick cock into his tight opening.

The cry of course opened his mouth wide and he jerked forward, enabling Morgan to pull him easily onto his own shaft, leaving him helpless between the two. Lukam could feel his body tear as the little Pokémon continued to thrust forward---its cock larger than its size would imply and tears trickled down his cheeks, his body shuddering deeply.


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It was the end of summer, a heated August afternoon. The Fall Semester was now starting at Jaxton Bradey's university and it seemed the campus was crawling with freshmen. Jaxton, being a junior at the university, was a little more than annoyed at the little brats. Usually freshmen were scared and tip toed around but it seemed this batch was rather cocky. He'd found a group of the brats gathered at the entrance of the student union. He offered them a roll of his dark green eyes, before pushing past them rather quickly. He had things to do. There wasn't enough time in the day to dillydally, Jaxton felt.

Having entered the air conditioned student union, Jaxton adjusted the black book bag that he had hanging from his shoulder. He walked past the food court to where the Book Store was. The Book Store was a place that college students could purchase not only books but also apparel, stationary, food and drink, as well as other miscellaneous items. Jaxton started for the stairs inside of the Book Store, which lead up to the store's library of rentable books. Upstairs, the place was packed with shelves of books as well as a few desks. He approached a desk and lay down his book bag on one of the desks with an audible sigh.

Jaxton wasn't a big reader. There was only one author that he truly loved and that was James Patterson. He could read his books, then read them over again! He had heard that Patterson had just released a new book and so he was interested in renting it out if the library had the book available. There were a few other students in the library already, sitting at the desks or walking about. He didn't mind them much, as he kept to himself and started to glance around the library.

Jaxton was a handsome young man. Some might even define his face as 'pretty', but he never exactly offered himself up as such. He was rather modest, he felt, and so never boasted his own beauty. But Jaxton did know that he had an abnormally beautiful set of green eyes and silky chocolate hair. Today, he was dressed up rather plain---a pair of ripped jeans, and a button down brown plaid shirt with a black tee shirt depicting some band on it. He paused in front of the mystery section, brushing a fingertip over a few of the book spines as he tapped his foot against the bottom of the book shelf. It didn't seem that they had the new book in yet...

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To say that Ollie was nervous would have been an understatement. His high school had been a mere ten minute walk from his home; he had known many of the students and teacher who he saw everyday and there was never a moment that he felt out of place or awkward. In collage however, it was so very different. A bus ride away from the family home, he knew no one at the new campus, and had a terrible habit of getting lost at every possible opportunity. It seemed a stroke of luck that he had managed to find the book store successfully and not make a fool of himself.

He loved to read, and a small smile curled to his lips as he peered along the many shelves, pondering what he should pick out. He enjoyed a wide range of topics, though he thought it best to focus on things he needed for his classes; the art section. Of course, it would be the highest shelf and as the rather petite boy gazed upward at it, he whimpered softly to himself, brushing strands of dark hair from brilliant blue eyes, peering through black rimmed glasses. "Mmn... I can't reach... mmn!" He moved to his tiptoes and reached upward, the tips of slender fingers brushing over the spine of a book before he teetered back with a heavy sigh.

The thought of asking for help on his first day was too much to think of, especially since it was due to his rather short stature. No; he had to get it himself and with a deep breath he glanced around to check no one was in the immediate area before he jumped upward and knocked the book out, moving to catch it as it fell. Unfortunately, it had fallen slightly to the side and in the momentum of his outstretched arm he began to topple sideways with a small yelp.

He fell with a loud thud against a nearby chair and flinched, rubbing as his slender hip where he had met the arm, reaching down then to pick up the book that he had searched for. It was only at that point that he looked up to see another student in the vicinity and his pale cheeks flushed deeply, an expression of terrible embarrassment creeping upon him. "Ah... I... that's... I... I'm s-sorry..." He murmured softly, averting his eyes quickly and clearing his throat.

"Th-The books are... are quite high to reach..." He added, mentally scolding himself for such a foolish first contact before he coughed and all but ran back to hide behind the bookshelf, the dark stain still on his cheeks.

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Reaching up, Jaxton grasped hold of a book. As he pulled it from the shelf, he was able to see through to the other side. The sight made him do a double take. A young boy, reaching for the top shelf on the other side. Jaxton's mouth was suddenly dry. He lowered the book he had in his right hand to his hip, bending slightly to look through the opening at the younger looking boy. Not only was the scene quite entertaining but the boy looked very attractive from the back. Jaxton straightened, placing the book back in it's spot. Turning on his heels, Jaxton decided to check out... the art section.

Making it around the corner just in time to see the young boy jumping up, knocking the book and nearly knocking himself out. Jaxton couldn't help but flash the image of a kitten playing with string in his mind. He busted a laugh, not exactly meaning to. His laugh must have caught the boy's attention for he lifted his chin and those brilliant wide blues met a jungle of greens. Jaxton lost his breath for a moment, his own face hot as the younger boy said that he was sorry. Why? Taking a step closer to the boy, Jaxton reached out as if to touch the stranger but before he could even speak, the child had practically book'ed it. What?!

Jaxton remained paused for a moment, hand out. "Huh?..." He questioned to himself, confused at the boy's actions. He was also confused at the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. What was all that about? Before he could stop himself, Jaxton followed after the younger boy. "H-Hey," Jaxton called softly. He found the boy leaning on the opposing side of the book shelf. "Are you alright?" Jaxton asked. He felt guilty for laughing instead of asking that, in the first place. Even in his guilt, though, Jaxton did not want to show too much of himself to the stranger. So, his eyes hardened and he straightened up. He was a bit taller than the boy. To deflect from his previous, softer expression of words, he said coolly, "I mean, it...", adverting his eyes, "looked like it hurt."

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_Oh no, oh no... a senior, and you almost fell over in front of him... and he looks nice... no! Not that... oh, God... Ollie you're making a fool of yourself already..._ How he wished he could simply sink into the bookshelves and vanish from sight, but of course he couldn't and he merely pressed his slender frame against the books, trying to seem as small and insignificant as possible; perhaps the older boy would simply forget about him and move on? One could hope. But no, the fates were cruel as it happened and as Jaxton stepped around the corner to find him once again, Ollie's cheeks glowed with embarrassment and he forced himself to giggle weakly, looking off to one side. "I... I... ah..." Speech seemed difficult for the boy at that time, and he simply hung his head, strands of dark hair falling to hide his expression.

It hardly helped that the other student was active; how typical for him to develop a stupid, stupid crush on the first person he saw. mentally scolding himself, he lifted his gaze slightly to nervously look across as the question of his wellbeing was spoken, shuffling on his feet and smiling slightly. "I... I'm okay... I d-didn't really fall that hard so... so I'm fine..." He murmured softly, stuttering quite horribly due to his natural shyness and the added nerves caused by the whole fiasco.

"It didn't hurt... I'm.. I'm fine, really... but... um... thank you for asking..." He swallowed and glanced down at his book; example from various surreal artists and he fiddled with it. Would he continue the conversation? He had to push forward, had to say something god and interesting; something about art. He new a great deal about it and he found it interesting, and it was with that thought in mind that he placed his best smile on his features, creating an Innocent and somehow delicate expression. "S-So... you're... looking for a book...? I'm n-new this year... it's hard to... to find much..." He mentally groaned. Terrible.

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Usually, Jaxton found the stuttering and stumbling of freshmen to be quite the bother. However, Jaxton found the stuttering and stumbling of this particular freshmen was quite captivating. Coming about the corner and finding the child trying to camouflage himself within the books, Jaxton allowed a simple grin to work it's way to his hard features. Leaning in slightly, Jaxton watched the giggling little freshmen struggle. Finally, dark bangs blessed the boy's brow and covered that reddening face.

The covering of that sweet face intrigued the older boy to adjust his stance and find himself directly in front of the younger boy. Finally, the smile urged a calm between them, he felt. "You're... welcome," Jaxton eased down the boy's nerves, as well as his own jitters. Jaxton wasn't a scary boy, he was actually quite sweet, caring and submissive. To strangers, though, Jaxton put up walls and blocked himself. He wanted to seem hard, distant. Honestly, he got too quickly attached. He was trying extra hard not to stare too long into those shimmering eyes... he knew they were just a heart-wrenching trap.

A book? Tilting his head, Jaxton nodded lightly. He glanced down to the book which the freshman was currently fondling. "Well, I was looking for James Patterson's new release..." He said, dropping a slight hint in on his current mindset. He knew the kid was struggling to make conversation. The poor little tot. "...look, let's make this simple." Jaxton realized he nearly had the freshman backed up against the bookshelf, helpless. To prevent this, Jaxton leaned back away from the freshman for a moment, shoving his hands into his front pockets. "My name's Jaxton... and... yours?" With the question, he nodded his head in the new boy's direction.

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As the other student drew closer, Ollie tensed and held his head, those wide oceanic eyes gazing across at Jaxton as he approached. He was attractive, seemed almost willing to overlook his own terrible social failing to talk to him and the boy found himself gasping softly as he found himself almost sandwiched between the other male and the bookshelf behind him, his cheeks flaring up a delicate shade of pink, only adding to his rather adorable appearance. "Ah... I... um..."

Words were difficult, and thankfully some were soon said by way of a your welcome, and Ollie shuffled of the spot, biting his lower lip and looking down to the floor with a small nod. "I... I t-tend to... make a fool of myself s-so... sorry if I... do that too..." He smiled sheepishly, one had clutching the book tightly to his chest, the other nervously fiddling with a strand of dark blond hair as he swallowed thickly. He truly was out of his depth in college, and he hadn't even arrived at his first lesson yet; the man before him already comprised most of his thoughts... hopeless.

"Oh... J-James Patterson...? I've heard of him... n-never read though... would you... recommend him? I-I mean of course you would; you're getting a book out... unless its for a class because I know I hated some book I had to read before and... and... I'm rambling..." He blushed deeply and cleared his throat, glancing up as Jaxton stepped away, smiling softly for the first time since they had met at the introduction.

"O-Oh... I'm Oliver Mason... b-but... but people call me Ollie..." He lifted a hand and offered it, pale skin being soft and smooth to the touch should it be accepted.