Sharp

Being a trainer has it's ups and downs. It's share of sad moments, like having to depart from them, perhaps retirement.... and good times, like winning battles and making new long lasting friends. None of it is forever unless you believe in that kind of thing.

Each friend though comes with their own set of rules, a warning label of a sort. People don't realize how much respect you need to have for these creatures. It's a huge responsibility to take care of them. Some more than others but all are a unique experience.

I have one of my own... She was a sneasel for the longest time before she evolved. I was a very proud trainer having her at my side but I won't lie it came with a lot of challengers specially after the evolution. I knew badges were in their simple form a badge of honor more than just a win at a gym. At least, it was more so for your companions rather than it was for other trainers.

Still, badge after badge it was somehow not enough for my Sneasler. I could had collected 15 of them and her behavior towards me wouldn't had changed the slightest. So like any good trainer would, I resorted to research. everything from small vacations for them, special treats, even a spa for your companions. I was beginning to run out of ideas to somehow help her frustration in and outside of battle. After some desperation and some deep diving into care that goes into having your partners. I finally found something trainers were swearing left and right would give you positive results.

I read as much as I could before I had to step away from that information overload. Growing nervous from all the new data I had just consumed, I figured... I've run out of other options. Did I have anything to lose at this point? The badges I didn't care about, at this point it was her comfort and respect I was pursuing. We had so many fond memories before she evolved, I couldn't give up on my buddy without trying everything possible. As far as the data I collected, it spoke about how certain species had a difficult time.... um... performing tasks that help them, even humans such as ourselves, find relieve throughout a stressful day.

Feeling a fool for thinking these creatures didn't have needs like we did. The problem lied on the fact some mons are capable of taking care of things themselves, but sadly life built certain mons with features that made it... extremely difficult to do so.

Thus I gathered my courage and prepared for an evening where she could stay out alongside me. We picked a safe place out in the woods in the middle of our trip to the next town and with what little I had I somehow made the camp as cozy as I could. Throughout the evening I did notice her frustration coming to bloom. At one point she hid behind a tree and realized just how flexible she was. Though flexibility or not it only helped her out so much. When the evening came to it's peek I dressed down and it was just her and I for the night. 

Tucking her between my legs like we always did.

Gently asking her for permission to help soothe her down. 

That was the first time I saw this spicy little Sneasler blush. It took me by surprise. She's always been frowning so long that I forgot seeing her in any other way. We started off slowly, just some gentle patting and petting down. Caressing her along places that I wouldn't normally reach for. I was quickly convinced at how much she yearned for something like this. Perhaps it being me was a surprise, though... the way she gripped onto my arms certainly made me feel like she was more okay with this than I was.

Instantly I understood her dilemma. The more she got excited the more she would begin to lose control of her claws. Every jolt of her body from pleasure made her claws clench or spring out like they were being triggered. My body began to slowly feel tingly from the cuts and scrapes. Most were minor so they didn't slow me down. By the time my fingers gently explored between her legs I was dumbstruck at how excited this made her... and I'm ashamed to say she wasn't alone in that. Our breaths were a mess.. rapid, out on synch, and very visible in this chilly night. The more I touched, rubbed, and curled my fingers around, the more this chilly evening disappeared and the more I felt like we had leaped into a hot summer night.

Her moans reassured any doubts I had if this would help or not. Her convulsing body fueled me to go further until claws dug right into my skin. I bit back a yelp and made sure she finished. Though not quite... Once my fingers slipped out and we sat there panting.. panting? Why was I out of breath? Was this affecting me as well? Oddly enough there was this wave of relief on me, even with all the cuts and scrapes from her claws. The tingly sensations coming from them made me blush though. I think... we both found out something about ourselves this night. After some time of sitting there together enjoying the afterglow just as I was about to stand up, she protested. She couldn't look me in the eyes as she used her giant claws to weakly tug my arm right down her body again. 

Once my hand landed between her legs she turned to nuzzle my arm, turning her head to nuzzle my chest, before giving me the softest lick I've ever received from her. She looked up at me a bit concerned... probably because my heart was beating abnormally. Tonight we did things that would change the paths we were headed on drastically. I bit my lip again and went straight to work. 

And this is how we would spend most evenings going forward. It never evolved into anything more than helping her find relief while adding a cut or scrape to the collection. My body was her canvas after all. The better job I did, the bigger the mark was left. I didn't mind it what so ever... it... excited me.

The gym battles did not decrease, if anything we both saw improvements. Our winning streaks grew, our communication grew. It's as if we finally got the hang of it. As for the scars, well, let's just say people saw just how dedicated I was at training my Sneasler; keeping her strong and sharp.