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Ice Ceiling	By : khfun159 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 10508 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After observing Red for an hour, Lorelei knew one thing: he had tons of progress to make as a trainer. His team had enough variety, but the boy's skill did not match up. She imagined that Red must have just barely scraped by in earning his badges.

“Did you ever have a mentor, kid?” Red recalled his Charizard and turned to her.

“No. My dad was a trainer, but he left on some journey before I started learning about pokémon.” The way that Red haphazardly made decisions during battle as if expecting the hand of fate to be kind made that clear enough.

“Well, you're clearly a mama's boy,” she said with a smirk. Actually, that facet of Red's character had grown on her. She woke up to a full plate of sausage and eggs that he had prepared at the crack of dawn, as well as an apology for calling her a bitch the previous day. “Maybe I'll keep this brat around a while longer,” she thought.

They spent some time sparring afterward. Lorelei allowed each of Red's pokémon to train against her Dewgong. Muk, Kangaskhan, Charizard, Golduck, Magneton, Butterfree. Each monster failed to defeat her lead one-on-one, though Magneton would have succeeded with a lucky shot. Seeing Red's glum expression when all of his friends needed a trip to the Pokémon Center, Lorelei offered to buy him lunch at the local seafood place.

“You can't expect to be at the same level as the Elites right away, Red.” He stuffed a french fry in his mouth, half paying attention. “I trained for many months at Victory Road, and still only defeated Agatha by an inch. She remains a more formidable trainer than me to this day.”

“Wow,” Red said. “I can't imagine anyone being tougher than you, Lorelei.” He had finally become comfortable enough to drop the 'Ms.' “You're the first person I've battled who can beat me with just one pokémon like it's nothing.”

“Well, tiger, you're getting better,” she said truthfully. “Let's go for another round after my match today.”

“Oh, that's right. It's funny, but I almost forgot you were in the Elite Four, Lorelei. When's that match?”

She looked at her watch and darted up from her chair. “Shit!”

“Late?” Red swallowed half of his haddock sandwich.

Lorelei nodded to him and dropped some yen on the table. “I had fun. Don't go running off now, okay? I'll see you later.”

“I wouldn't dream of it.” He smiled for the first time the entire day. Lorelei wondered what had made him happy precisely considering how badly she'd beaten his team, but didn't have time to dwell on it and sprinted for the League building.

She had never arrived late for a match, nor had she heard of any Elites doing the same, and couldn't predict how they might react. Fortunately, she showed up to discover that the challenger, a cute redheaded female trainer, had only been waiting for ten minutes. “Sorry, sorry.” Lorelei grinned off her unprofessional behavior and summoned Dewgong to begin the match.

The Ice trainer defeated her challenger, but not easily. The redhead had trained her Primeape and Raichu very effectively, and the two of them managed to rip through half of the Ice-themed team. One of the weaknesses of specializing in the element had proven to be the lack of defense against various types of attacks, but on the flip side Lorelei could dish out damage easily in return. Jynx finally swept the rest of the girl's team, and Lorelei breathed a sigh of relief as the girl accepted her defeat with grace.

After recalling her Jynx, Lorelei reflected on the match. “I probably shouldn't tell Red that chick managed to come so close,” she mused aloud.

“Who's Red?” asked a booming voice from behind her, causing her to jump in place.

“Bruno!” The burly brawler had a terrible habit of keeping absolutely quiet until he wanted to be heard. “Haven't had many powerful challengers for the past few days. You must be getting bored over there.”

“Wasn't Red the name of the boy from yesterday?” His deep voice possessed a confidence that demanded the truth. Lorelei had always liked Bruno as a person, but he could be intimidating for sure.

“He is. I ran in to him last night and thought I might offer some pointers since he seemed determined to battle us again. Just to keep him from wasting our time, right?”

“That's illegal, you know.” She didn't hear Lance snake in. “And you were were ten minutes late, Lorelei.” Bruno backed off and returned to his room; Lorelei could sense the Fighting master didn't want to get involved with politics. Lance scowled at her with a face like one of his beasts'. “I suggest you cease these activities. You are, as the saying goes, on thin ice.”

She stared at Lance unassumingly and he cracked up. “Oh, come on! It was funny because you, and the ice? Ah, well.” Lance placed a hand on Lorelei's shoulder and leaned in to whisper to her. “But in all seriousness, I had better not catch you giving any trainer private lessons. It is strictly forbidden within the League.” He gave her shoulder a firm squeeze and breathed a little too heavily in to her ear.

Lorelei pushed his face away. “Uh, Lance, keep your hands to yourself.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat, then flashed a devilish grin. “I could forget that I'd heard anything, but only if you... do something for me.”

Her pupils widened. “Oh, piss off,” she said. The nerve of that asshole! Not wanting to listen to him right now, Lorelei barged away from Lance.

“Lorelei!” She didn't stop. “I suggest you submit, if not to me, then to the rulebook.” Lorelei lifted her middle finger and continued out the door, missing the disgusting slurp Lance made across the palate of his mouth.

When Lorelei arrived at home, she was pleased to see that Red had stuck around, but still weirded out from her run-in with Lance. Because of her bad mood, training didn't turn out too productive. She sent out Lapras, her most powerful pokémon, from the start and utterly crushed the bulk of Red's team until only Magneton remained.

“Are you feeling okay, Lorelei?” Red asked her as he ordered Magneton to use Thunder. “You seem distracted.”

“Don't worry about my problems, kid. You have a lot of progress to make.” The Thunder attack connected, and unsurprisingly, it managed to knock Lapras out.

“Yee-ha!” Red exclaimed, performing a peace-sign victory pose. “Oh, sorry about that.” He looked a little embarrassed. “Anyway, of course I'm worried about you, teach.”

“Teach?” She withdrew Lapras and summoned Slowbro.

“I guess that's what us cool kids are calling our teachers these days. Magneton, another Thunder attack!”

“So you're a cool kid now,” she said. Funny, bantering with Red helped her to forget all about that dragon-loving idiot. “Slowbro, Mirror Coat!”

“Oh, come on!” Red moaned as the Thunder reflected from Slowbro, crippling Magneton. “I'm all out of pokémon again. You're too much, Lorelei. One day I'll win, though!”

Lorelei withdrew Slowbro and placed a hand on her left hip, swelling with another victory. “Have I convinced you yet? Perhaps strength isn't such an absolute thing?”

“Yeah,” Red responded, scratching his head. “With the way I was battling before I met you, any trainer on Victory Road could have beaten me if the wind blew differently.”

“Don't sell yourself too short, now. Loser cooks dinner! I expect pork chops.” She blew him a teasing kiss.

“Aw, for real?” Red said sarcastically. With a big smile, he dashed off to the apartment without fighting her. Lorelei couldn't believe the cocky kid from a day before had become nearly like a son, or... a boyfriend?

“How old is he for real, anyway?” She wondered aloud.

Suddenly, Lorelei felt a choking sensation around her neck and immediately moved her hands to whatever had caused it. Thick, scaly skin. She was completely stuck, and terrified.

“Well, look who decided not to listen to her boss?”

“Lance!” She squeaked. One of his Dragonair had ensnared Lorelei, locking her legs in place. She couldn't move her arms due to fear of suffocation. Lorelei sweated as the greasy-haired man paced around, eying her body like a Spearow would a Caterpie. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I offered to forget everything, and you spit in my face. Here you are again, openly defying me by playing with this boy.” His tone cut in to her eardrums like acid. If only she could reach for her pokéballs... “Now, you are going to submit to your master, whether you'd prefer to or not.” Lance unzipped his flannel pants and fumbled around in his underwear, unveiling an erection of average girth.

“You... have to be kidding me,” she said. Dragonair choked her neck a little tighter, and she gasped. Lance brought his weapon near the opening of Lorelei's mouth, then pulled back. For a brief moment, Lorelei thought this might have been a joke taken too far, but then he slapped her across the face with it, and hard. “Lance, forget it!” she squeaked. “I'm not going down on your filthy—” An electric shock coursed through Lorelei's body, and she fell numb. A Thunder Wave attack. The thought occurred to her that Lance had to have trained Dragonair to accomplish this. How many women had he raped in this exact way?

“As I was saying, Lorelei,” Lance said calmly, “You will submit to me now.” He inserted the head of his penis in to her mouth, displaying no emotion or affection, and felt the texture of her tongue as he bobbed the head in and out a few times. “Just the way I like it, wouldn't you know? Now I shall remind you of your place.” Lorelei wanted to cry or yell for Red, but she couldn't even twitch her eyes. She blacked out as Lance's shaft slid all the way in, ramming the back of her throat roughly.

What seemed like moments later, she could hear a voice calling. “Lorelei? Come on, snap out of it!” She faintly made out the visage of Red, a look of desperate concern etched on his face. “You never came in for dinner, and... what's happened to you?” Finally able to move her tongue, Lorelei could taste the rapist's seed in the back of her mouth. As quickly as she could, she swallowed the vile semen, disgusted by the thought of doing it but not wanting Red to know what had transpired. “Lorelei!”

She sniffled as some fresh tears brewed behind her eyelids. “Just hold me,” she whispered. Nothing could have prepared her for this, but the feeling of Red's arms around her offered a small comfort. Wordlessly, Lorelei kissed Red on the lips, hoping it could make her forget.
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