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Yam, the eccentric self-styled pirate from Hoenn, found herself in Undella Bay following a lead about a seaside villa belonging to some very high-profile trainers. Even better, the swanky resort home appeared to be unoccupied for long periods at a time. Tempted by the prospect of an easy robbery, she snuck up along one of the side windows.
Gingerly testing the windowpane, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it slid open easily and silently.
"Unlocked huh?" she snickered, "These self-entitled brats were asking for this." Yam turned to her ghostly partner in crime, a Sableye she'd named Jim Money. Under more secure circumstances Jim would phase through the windows and unlock it from the inside for Yam to climb through.
"Remember not to eat my share of the jewels this time you little creep..." she whispered, but her thoughts suddenly trailed off upon witnessing the truly bizarre scene unfolding before her. Yam hadn't noticed earlier because the lights were off, but the room that her window had led to was already occupied by two women. One of them was seated firmly on a stool in the middle, while the other seemed to be... What was she doing? Dressing her up?
Transfixed by a morbid sense of curiosity, Yam realized that the young lady on the stool was not there by choice. Her lilac-colored hair, tied off in a long pony-tail, whipped about as she writhed and grunted fiercely under the dominating hands of her captor, who was busy winding a length of rope around the girl's shoulders. This only seemed to encourage the one doing the binding, as she squeaked in delight at her captive's display of resistance.
"Ooooh yes, keep struggling Anabel!" she giggled, "I've gotten a LOT of practice tying up my other friends, but it's still fun to watch you wiggle around!" Indeed, Anabel's body was already subdued by yards of a combination of both rope and duct tape. Several wide strips of the same tape had been used to seal her lips, turning her objections into nothing more than dismayed squeals. Anabel's pale skin seemed to almost glow in the dim light, which caused Yam to note that she was clad only in her lacy, lavender underwear.
Miraculously, the captor still hadn't noticed Yam staring dumbstruck behind her. So engrossed in the act of bondage was she that it almost seemed obsessive. Yam seemed to vaguely recognize this strange girl, but couldn't quite place a name. The girl's long, deep purple pony-tail bounced playfully as she finished tying off the last knot tightly against Anabel's back. She sidled up close to Anabel, and grabbed her by the chin, pulling her so closely together that their cheeks were almost touching.
"So, I know that you're like a SUPER strong trainer Annie," she said, "And from what I've seen, I'm not sure I could beat you in a battle. That's why I brought you here, you see? I'm gonna be the Champion of Unova, Sinnoh, and Kalos, and I don't want you ruining that for me by getting any big ideas about trying to battle me!" She took a step back to admire her handiwork, and Anabel renewed the struggle against her bonds with the strength born from outrage. Not enough strength to loosen it at all, but it certainly seemed to please the crazed champion girl to no end.
"MMMMRRRPH!!" Anabel pleaded uselessly. Her tormentor threw her hands up against her cheeks and lifted her left leg behind her back, striking a pose as though she were the most innocent schoolgirl.
"Oh that is precious!" She squealed in delight, "But you don't need to be so sad! A champion still needs an Elite Four, right? I've already gotten Cynthia and Diantha to, ahem, agree to join. You could be number three! You'll join right? Pleeeeaaaaase?"
At this, Yam couldn't help but absentmindedly mutter aloud, "What the fuck."
Instantly, both Anabel and her captor froze. Anabel's eyes went wide with shock and hope all at once, while her leering tormentor spun around quickly. Yam drew a sharp breath, heavy with an instant sense of regret. She did recognize this girl; Iris, an up-and-coming-champion and a real heavy-hitter in the world of Pokemon battling.
Ooooooh shit, Yam thought, if it comes down to a fight, I am straight boned.
"Wh-what is this?! What are you doing here?!" Iris demanded. She was tense, and looked ready to pounce.
Yam's instincts had a funny way of betraying her in situations such as these. It had gotten her in trouble before, and it seemed to her that it was about to happen again. She knew that the most logical choice of action would be simply to run away. But her gut was firmly suggesting that she should be a smartass.
"I, uh, heard you were holding auditions for the new Elite Four?"
Iris took a moment to process this. Then, she put her hands behind her back and tilted her head playfully, giving Yam her best carefree, innocent girlish smile.
"Oh! Is that so, Miss Intruder?" Her hand was subtly reaching for a small pouch attached to the back of her skirt.
"Jim," Yam whispered, "When I say go, use Fake Out, then we'll run like hell." But when she looked down to her companion, she realized with a shock that he was already long gone.
"Mmmmmph! MMMMNNNNGH!!!" Anabel started squealing a frantic warning, as Iris produced a pokeball from her pouch. Yam looked up, and all at once, there was a flurry of movement and a blinding flash as Iris threw the ball. Suddenly, Iris's cutesie act dropped, her smile revealing her sinister intentions as an insane glee lit up her eyes. The writhing black coils of a monstrous Hydreigon sinuously shot forth, seeking out Yam. She had time for one quick scream of alarm before the three-headed beast was upon her.
"You can audition along with my other three friends! NOW LET'S PLAY!!"

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Hey y'all, actually wanted to spend a bit of time writing out the story that I'd come to associate with this drawing. It was actually pretty fun, I hope you all enjoy
(Need to work on cleaning up these images, they are really dirty lookin' though)

Description
Yam, the eccentric self-styled pirate from Hoenn, found herself in Undella Bay following a lead about a seaside villa belonging to some very high-profile trainers. Even better, the swanky resort home appeared to be unoccupied for long periods at a time. Tempted by the prospect of an easy robbery, she snuck up along one of the side windows.
Gingerly testing the windowpane, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it slid open easily and silently.
"Unlocked huh?" she snickered, "These self-entitled brats were asking for this." Yam turned to her ghostly partner in crime, a Sableye she'd named Jim Money. Under more secure circumstances Jim would phase through the windows and unlock it from the inside for Yam to climb through.
"Remember not to eat my share of the jewels this time you little creep..." she whispered, but her thoughts suddenly trailed off upon witnessing the truly bizarre scene unfolding before her. Yam hadn't noticed earlier because the lights were off, but the room that her window had led to was already occupied by two women. One of them was seated firmly on a stool in the middle, while the other seemed to be... What was she doing? Dressing her up?
Transfixed by a morbid sense of curiosity, Yam realized that the young lady on the stool was not there by choice. Her lilac-colored hair, tied off in a long pony-tail, whipped about as she writhed and grunted fiercely under the dominating hands of her captor, who was busy winding a length of rope around the girl's shoulders. This only seemed to encourage the one doing the binding, as she squeaked in delight at her captive's display of resistance.
"Ooooh yes, keep struggling Anabel!" she giggled, "I've gotten a LOT of practice tying up my other friends, but it's still fun to watch you wiggle around!" Indeed, Anabel's body was already subdued by yards of a combination of both rope and duct tape. Several wide strips of the same tape had been used to seal her lips, turning her objections into nothing more than dismayed squeals. Anabel's pale skin seemed to almost glow in the dim light, which caused Yam to note that she was clad only in her lacy, lavender underwear.
Miraculously, the captor still hadn't noticed Yam staring dumbstruck behind her. So engrossed in the act of bondage was she that it almost seemed obsessive. Yam seemed to vaguely recognize this strange girl, but couldn't quite place a name. The girl's long, deep purple pony-tail bounced playfully as she finished tying off the last knot tightly against Anabel's back. She sidled up close to Anabel, and grabbed her by the chin, pulling her so closely together that their cheeks were almost touching.
"So, I know that you're like a SUPER strong trainer Annie," she said, "And from what I've seen, I'm not sure I could beat you in a battle. That's why I brought you here, you see? I'm gonna be the Champion of Unova, Sinnoh, and Kalos, and I don't want you ruining that for me by getting any big ideas about trying to battle me!" She took a step back to admire her handiwork, and Anabel renewed the struggle against her bonds with the strength born from outrage. Not enough strength to loosen it at all, but it certainly seemed to please the crazed champion girl to no end.
"MMMMRRRPH!!" Anabel pleaded uselessly. Her tormentor threw her hands up against her cheeks and lifted her left leg behind her back, striking a pose as though she were the most innocent schoolgirl.
"Oh that is precious!" She squealed in delight, "But you don't need to be so sad! A champion still needs an Elite Four, right? I've already gotten Cynthia and Diantha to, ahem, agree to join. You could be number three! You'll join right? Pleeeeaaaaase?"
At this, Yam couldn't help but absentmindedly mutter aloud, "What the fuck."
Instantly, both Anabel and her captor froze. Anabel's eyes went wide with shock and hope all at once, while her leering tormentor spun around quickly. Yam drew a sharp breath, heavy with an instant sense of regret. She did recognize this girl; Iris, an up-and-coming-champion and a real heavy-hitter in the world of Pokemon battling.
Ooooooh shit, Yam thought, if it comes down to a fight, I am straight boned.
"Wh-what is this?! What are you doing here?!" Iris demanded. She was tense, and looked ready to pounce.
Yam's instincts had a funny way of betraying her in situations such as these. It had gotten her in trouble before, and it seemed to her that it was about to happen again. She knew that the most logical choice of action would be simply to run away. But her gut was firmly suggesting that she should be a smartass.
"I, uh, heard you were holding auditions for the new Elite Four?"
Iris took a moment to process this. Then, she put her hands behind her back and tilted her head playfully, giving Yam her best carefree, innocent girlish smile.
"Oh! Is that so, Miss Intruder?" Her hand was subtly reaching for a small pouch attached to the back of her skirt.
"Jim," Yam whispered, "When I say go, use Fake Out, then we'll run like hell." But when she looked down to her companion, she realized with a shock that he was already long gone.
"Mmmmmph! MMMMNNNNGH!!!" Anabel started squealing a frantic warning, as Iris produced a pokeball from her pouch. Yam looked up, and all at once, there was a flurry of movement and a blinding flash as Iris threw the ball. Suddenly, Iris's cutesie act dropped, her smile revealing her sinister intentions as an insane glee lit up her eyes. The writhing black coils of a monstrous Hydreigon sinuously shot forth, seeking out Yam. She had time for one quick scream of alarm before the three-headed beast was upon her.
"You can audition along with my other three friends! NOW LET'S PLAY!!"

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Hey y'all, actually wanted to spend a bit of time writing out the story that I'd come to associate with this drawing. It was actually pretty fun, I hope you all enjoy
(Need to work on cleaning up these images, they are really dirty lookin' though)