The Pattern

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“Mom,” Daisy’s voice is full of concern. She holds your hand. You can feel tears threatening to well up, but you try to hold them back. If you start, could you stop? You have to keep going, Daisy deserves answers after all this time. If you had just answered her questions years ago, she wouldn’t have gone searching for Tom.

Paris has an anger burning behind her eyes. The same anger you recognize from Tom, from Blue. Blue, you’ve tried your best with him, you hope he turns out better than his father. But it’s not all anger, she’s got a sadness, you wonder if she’s thinking of her own mother. Did she have the same experience with Tom?

Before you let your emotions overwhelm you, you continue the tale.

You scribble notes, the data you collected from the couple Wurmple you evolved earlier in the day. Why do some evolve one way and others not? You quickly jot down some thoughts, the similarities between Metapod and Kakuna, is it possible that at one point in time they were a split evolution from a common ancestor of Caterpie and Weedle?

You reach for another notebook, when pain ripples across your face. The papers in your hand flutter to the floor as you grab your burning cheek. “Arceus damned, Sessile,” he spits your name like venom, “you’re not even listening to me. You’re so wrapped up in your damn research.”

Had he been talking to you? He’s right, you hadn’t been listening. “I’m sorry, it’s just—“

“I know, it’s just so interesting,” he mocks you. He sighs running his hand through his hair. “I just wish you liked me as much as your notebooks,” he turns away, looking dejected.

“Tom, I do. I love you,” you say, crossing the room over to him.

He stares deep into your eyes, and you could melt, “I love you, too.” He cups your cheek, his hand against your stinging cheek, and he kisses you, holding you close. He guides you back to the bed, you can hear your notebooks and everything clatter to the ground.

He wastes no time stripping the both of you. He kisses you while his cock rams into you, wet slaps filling the room. He grunts slamming into a few more times, his cock throbbing as it deposits his seed inside you.

When he leaves the room to use the restroom, you start collecting your notes scribbling a note where you left off earlier. “Arceus, Sessile,” he grabs the notebook from your hand, and throws it against the wall. “Let’s just go to bed,” he growls, turning off the lights before climbing back into bed. He wraps his arm around you, holding you tight to him.

Your mind is racing with research, you want to get up, finish your notes, but any time you shift, Tom just holds you tighter.

You start studying less in private, when it’s just you and Tom, you try your best to give him all of your attention. When Paul and Maddy are around, you can manage to sneak in some reading, some note taking.

You have a bruise on your arm, where it had hit the night stand when he pushed you out of bed, you’d been lost in thought, ignoring him while thinking about Politoed and it’s vastly different appearance from the rest of its line.

He had grabbed your thigh tight enough to bruise, when you had been going on and on to Paul about these fossils they’d found in Mt. Moon. That the sickle armed ancient pokemon might be an extinct relative of Scyther.

Slowly you drew distance between you and your research. Tom is sweet, caring, loving as long as you pay attention to him. So you do.

Tom, Paul, and Maddy beat the Cerulean gym with ease, but you struggle a little. Tom says it’s because you spent too much time researching rather than training. Paul and Maddy both say that they’re fine waiting around town while you try a while longer. But Tom says the group should move on, that you can always come back to Cerulean when you’re better prepared.

You want to stay, but you don’t push back against Tom. The next day, the four of you head towards the Rock Tunnel. On route 9 you lose a battle to this guy. He pulls your shirt off, and slides his cock between your tits. You hold them together while he thrusts his hips, you wince as he twists your nipples.

You look over to your friends. Paul and Maddy are doing their best not to watch, but Tom is staring. You can see the anger boiling inside him, and you can already hear his words, “Maybe if you spent more time training you wouldn’t lose to every guy who comes along.”

You start cleaning the random trainer’s cum off your tits, when you hear Tom, “My turn to claim your forfeit.” You look up and see him starting to loosen his belt.

“Tom what are you doing?” Paul speaks up.

He grins back at him, “What? She lost, so I’m just claiming what I’m owed.”

“Don’t be a dick, Tom. Let’s just get her team healed up and move on.”

“Right after I show her what happens when she loses,” Tom stands face to face with Paul.

Maddy pulls Paul away. You know Tom is right, he’s within his rights to claim a forfeit and Paul can’t stop him legally. But it’s just Tom, you love him, you sleep with him all the time. Maybe he’s just wound up after watching you and the other trainer.

He’s rock hard when he guides his cock into your mouth. You gag as he slams into the back of your throat. But his hands on your head stop you from retreating. Tom fucks your face, rougher than he’s been in bed before. “Turn over,” he growls.

He pushes you aside, until your ass is turned up towards him. He rips your pants down, and slams his cock into your pussy. He pulls your arms behind your back, forcing your face into the grass. You watch as Paul holds Maddy close, neither of them wanting to look your way.

Tom pulls you up by your arms, your shoulders burning in discomfort. He grabs you by the throat pulling you back until your pressed against his chest. “Is this why you haven’t been training? So you can lose battles and get fucked like a slut?” he whispers in your ear as he fucks you relentlessly.

“You want a turn Paul?” Tom jokes as you lie, used, in the grass. He laughs as Paul and Maddy look shocked.

Maddy comes to your side, “Are you okay?” she asks in a low whisper so Tom can’t hear.

“I’m good,” you answer. It was just another forfeit, nothing to worry about. And you love Tom, so it’s okay, right? You can still feel his hand on your throat, you wonder if it’s going to bruise.

That night in your tent with Tom. He kisses along your neck, his hand on your bare hip, fingers dipping below your waistband. “Can we maybe not tonight? I’m just still a little tired,” you say.

He grins, “Mmm, oh yea? You seemed to be into it before, maybe we should have another battle, some foreplay? You want another forfeit?”

You tense up at the thought, “No. It’s okay, we can do it.” And you pull him in for a kiss. He pulls off your pajamas and fucks you before falling asleep with you in his arms.

“Things grew worse with time, but so many of his abuses, he had convinced me were my fault. If I just paid him more attention. If I didn’t spend all my time reading. If I just trained more. I know better now, those were just excuses. Excuses for Tom to hit me, to **** me, to control me.”

You bite back a sob. Daisy’s hand still holding yours, “But at least I still had Paul and Madison for a while longer. Until Tom eventually pushed them away, during our last night in Rock Tunnel.”