Something more for the ladies with this perspective, but I'm sure anyone can enjoy a little bondage and non consent right? ~ ~
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Fresh from the Trainer Academy, Scarlet was an eager girl, her hair red as the apples in spring, with a generous spread of freckles across her nose and cheeks.
Her first job she knew was to get strong, train her Pokemon and do what she could to become the best trainer there ever was!
So, striking out into the world, her trusty squirtle with her, she headed for the scalding sands of the desert resort, confident in her knowledge of water type power against ground and rock types.
However, her first day at the resort, and she already knew she'd overestimated the use of a type advantage against sheer experience, and ran for shelter, carrying her battered and bruised squirtle in her arms, his bubbles spewing behind them to keep away the excited Pokemon looking for a challenge. She knew she should have bought repels! But she spent so much of her money already, and the pretty tank top was SO worth it... Right?
She found her way to the crumbling ruins of an ancient castle, her slender body and pale skin thankful for the chance to rest and relax at least in the shade, though she kept heading in deeper. The youngster had heard of relic castle from the brochures, an ancient castle that held many undiscovered treasures, and powerful Pokemon.
"I'm gonna have to rest a while anyway while squirtle gets his strength back..." She reasoned, laying her already snoozing Pokemon down in a corner she knew she'd find again, and after making sure he had the pokechow and water he'd need if he woke up, the plucky young trainer started to wander, deeper into the ruins, feeling how the sweat on her skin cooled, and made her shiver, drops running down her back between her shoulders, and annoyingly between her amble breasts, her bra left at her hotel room as she wanted to avoid as many layers as possible in the scorching heat.
Deeper she went, and the castle became as cool as any cave she'd ever ventured through, deeper she went, loving to explore and run her fingers over the runes caved into the walls, the ancient stories depicted in giant pieces chiselled into the stone.
Deeper still, she finally stopped, the room ahead of her wide, the walls carved with many many runes, though she couldn't read any of them, in the centre there stood... An altar?
She didn't know exactly what she was looking at, the gold blue glinting gently in the light of the torches someone had lit throughout the stone corridors. She felt a pull towards it, and followed the mental tug. Treasure? Fame? Money? More clothes!? Her mind ran wild as she got closer, wondering why nobody had claimed this pretty looking ornament...
Closer she got, until she saw what it really was. A sarcophagus. A tomb, laying here, a face with closed eyes carved onto the lid, with a black void just below it. As her hand reached out, slender, pale fingers reaching for the box, her fingertips brushing the gold, smooth and shining and suddenly...
Crimson eyes in the black shot open wide, bright with menace and insane joy, a fanged grin beneath them splitting the darkness, as she tried to flinch away, tendrils of dark shot from the coffin, and she realised how stupid she'd been! A Pokemon! and a powerful one too!
Scarlett started to scream out for her companion but a cold, slimy, black hand grabbed her around the lower half of her face, silencing her immediately, as the others grabbed her muscled thighs and one flailing arm, her body lurched as she felt herself tugged hard towards the Pokemon's main body, a chattering laugh filling the chamber as the lid opened in half, and she was pulled into the darkness...