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Serena’s hands trembled slightly as she rooted around in her bag, beads of nervous sweat trickling across her pale skin. She already knew what she’d find; out of her faithful companions, only one was left in any condition to fight. The rest were tucked safely away, their Pokeballs in a special pouch reserved for the wounded. In her years as a trainer, she’d been in this position only a handful of times before—and never after as lopsided a fight as this. She clenched her fist around her final Pokeball, her eyes narrowed as she looked back at her opponent.

The other woman looked to be around her age, judging by her stature. Besides that, Serena could make out little beneath a shapeless cloak that billowed in the cool wind. That in and of itself would hardly be unusual, especially in the cool late fall air. However, the stranger’s features were obscured by a thick scarf wound about her neck, and a pair of pitch-black sunglasses over her eyes. Serena felt a chill run through her body at the oddly ominous, foreboding sight.

Normally, a trainer’s body language would give something away. That, or her eyes…but I can’t see anything! The stranger’s careless, almost apathetic stance told her nothing of her intentions or abilities, leaving the normally quick-thinking Serena at a loss. She let out a sigh of resignation. There’s nothing for it. This is my last chance!

“Delphox, it’s all up to you!” Her final Pokeball sailed through the air, erupting into streaks of light. When the air cleared, her proud Delphox was before her, swishing a disdainful paw at the glistening frost on the ground. The ice left over from an earlier attack quickly gave way beneath the Pokemon’s fiery aura, and Serena took a moment of solace in the comforting warmth.

The calm was shattered by a flurry of movement, and both Serena and her Delphox dodged to one side as a blast of energy roared across the battlefield. The beam narrowly missed both companions before demolishing a stand of nearby trees into a cloud of dust. Panting for breath, Serena glared at the attack’s source: an intimidating, eerily undulating Dragalge that floated by her opponent’s side. Her frustration at the unexpected attack was mixed with a hint of fear at the unusual silence that had preceded it.

How is she sending orders without even saying a word? Serena wondered. While it had been many years since her last active Pokemon journey, she’d kept relatively up to date with the latest styles and strategies. Nothing would have prepared her for a fight like the one before her; she winced even as she opened her mouth to issue a command, knowing full well that she may as well be telegraphing her plans.

“Delphox, use Psychic!” The moment the words left her mouth, she could already see the stranger’s Pokemon reacting, spewing a thick, inky smoke into the air. Before Delphox’s wand was even raised, the Dragalge had vanished into pure obscurity. The air rippled and bent, but the powerful wave of psychic energy was lost amongst the murk.

Before she had the chance to call for another try, a thin, surprisingly soft voice cut through the silence.

“Enough. Hydro Pump!”

Serena’s blood ran cold. That can’t be! Her Pokemon’s not supposed to be able to know that many moves--! Before she could react, a torrent of water erupted from the smog, catching her Delphox directly in its path. The barrage seemed to go on without end, driving her companion first into the ground, then burying it beneath a veritable lake. She could feel her arm reaching out almost automatically, a jet of light arcing out from a Pokeball to retrieve her limp and battered companion from the deluge.

“A-alright, you win!” Serena’s voice was shaking slightly, her eyes scanning the battlefield for any sign of her opponent. A moment later, she saw the silhouette of a Dragalge, ferrying the stranger atop its fins towards her. Serena reached into her bag, resignedly fishing about for her purse. “Here, I’ve g-got your pri-!”

The bolt of electricity caught her completely by surprise, crashing directly into her torso with the force of a body blow. Instantaneously, she felt her limbs buckling beneath her, the world spinning round once, twice, before she hit the ground with a thud. Sparks crackled up and down her nerveless body, leaving her paralyzed save for the occasional convulsion. The stranger dismounted from her Pokemon, standing over her and surveying her prone form.

“I didn’t come here for that,” she said, her voice echoing distantly in Serena’s ears. The stunned trainer tried to swallow, to blink, but her body refused to respond. “I came here for you.” Serena could see the stranger’s hands moving about, reaching within the folds of her cloak to retrieve an empty Pokeball, judging by its size. The stranger knelt at her side, and a sinister light glinted off the sunglasses ominously as her inspection continued. The scarf slipped slightly, revealing two pale, flawless lips folded into a malevolent grin.

“…mmm…” Serena struggled to say something, anything, but her tongue seemed caught in her mouth, and her body remained beyond her control. She could do nothing but watch in confusion as the stranger brought the Pokeball in front of her face, dangling it there for a few seconds.

Her assailant reached down, and gently prised open Serena’s unresisting mouth with a gloved hand. With the other, she worked the empty Pokeball into her mouth. The tiny sphere passed easily between her lips and past her teeth, nestling into place atop her tongue. Satisfied with its placement, the stranger flashed a mocking smile before tapping the Pokeball’s central button. If she could have, Serena would have shrieked as the ball rapidly expanded to fill her mouth, forcing her jaw open more widely than she would ever have imagined possible. She could vaguely feel her lips just barely fitting around the massive sphere, as well as trickles of drool beginning to form all around.

“Now, isn’t that just lovely…” the stranger cooed, stroking the Pokeball’s surface with one finger. Serena blushed faintly, seeing a thin sheen of her spittle reflecting from the glove’s surface. “You’re really cute…I’ve got to say, I’ve got the best job there is sometimes.” Again, the stranger was reaching into her cloak, this time producing two sets of matching silver shackles. First her hands, then her ankles were secured together by the tough metal, and Serena squirmed uncomfortably as her arms squeezed her sizable bust from either side. Feeling was starting to seep back into her limbs, but it was clearly too late for Serena to do anything about her captivity.

W-what’s…w-why…? Her thoughts were vague and confused, her mind still scattered from her earlier shock. W-what’s g-going on…?

“Up you go, now!” Serena squeaked as a strong arm looped around her neck and brought her up, and then over the stranger’s shoulders. There was a loud smack, and then a stinging pain from a slap against her buttocks, her skirt doing nothing to soften the blow. “You’d better get used to that, miss…there’s plenty of time for more later.”

“…mm-mm…” Now that she could feel her mouth again, Serena tried to work out a plea or protest. All that came out though were muffled grunts and moans, and a fresh stream of drool that fell to the ground in an ever-widening stream. Some of it landed against the stranger’s cloak, prompting a disapproving glare from her captor.

“Enough of that, now.” The voice was still mockingly gentle, but now carried a cold undertone to it. She felt herself being deposited onto the slimy, scaly back of the nearby Dragalge, before a flash of light filled the air around her and a familiar rushing sound met her ears.

“Gallade, put her to sleep!” Serena heard a distinct warbling tone envelop her, her vision clouding with a purple haze. “Nighty night, dear…” were the last words she heard before she slipped away, swallowed by a deep and total darkness.

The stranger took a moment to admire Serena’s limp form, copping another quick feel before bundling her captive away in a roughcloth sack. Within minutes, the battlefield was empty, save for a few rivulets of water and motes of ash swirling around in the cooling air.