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Mark was an increasingly successful trainer, and he owed it to his unique method of Pokémon motivation. At first, it had been a weird night he was sure he would never repeat, but after experiencing the results, he'd sworn off human women entirely.

Mark hadn't believed his luck when he'd met such a powerful, rare Pokémon as a Kommo-o, but after catching her and finding out she was female, he was sure it was meant to be. The fight had been hard enough, but he'd been impressed by her first battle under his command. They were not entirely in synch yet, and he had a feeling a Pokémon that proud would take some training.

"You did really well today," he told her as she was released from her ball. He'd made camp for the night, deep in the wilderness- people tended to be judgemental when he showed affection to his team the way he liked to. "C'mere."

He held out his arms, asking her to come close. He was a pretty big, well-built guy. You had to be, when your lovers were super-powered creatures. And yet, few of them could even compare to the beautiful beast before him.

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Kommo-o wasn't entirely sure how she felt about the whole thing; she had lived a good life for herself so far. Independent and wandering and able to go where ever she pleased and do what she liked - and then she'd run into Mark and after a brief exchange, she'd found herself captured. Held in one of those small devices and asked to do his bidding - to fight for him. Despite her own misgivings and resentment, she'd gone ahead and done what he'd asked of her - she had her pride, after all, and she wasn't going to let herself be beaten just because the human was a little strange.

But she was surprised to find herself released from her confinement at the end of the day. She glanced around the little campsite with a low 'huff' of breath. She wasn't used to any of this. Especially not him. He gestured at her and she made a low noise, head cocked to one side. What was it he was asking for? She could tell he was praising her - which was preposterous, she'd simply done what she'd wanted to do - and gesturing her over. She took a few steps forward until she was in arm's reach and peered at him curiously, her eyes glinting with a sense of wariness. She made an interrogative little noise.

Well? What does he want?

It was always interesting learning the ways of a new Pokémon. Kommo-o clearly hadn't yet accepted him as a master, but had fought for him. The others on the team were completely loyal (and loving), and a year ago he wouldn't have been confident he could tame a monster like Kommo-o, but now he knew he could have her eating out of the palm of his hand.

"Hehe, I can't blame you for thinking you don't need me. You're really strong," he continued to praise, opening one hand to reveal a snack his expert eye knew she'd love. The other hand was already stroking along the scales of her long neck, letting them make their signature clanking sound. His eyes darted from her face to her tail, keeping an eye on that devastating-looking weapon. Her claws could wrap around his head easily, but he'd moved on from nerves to excitement already. "And when you use that strength for me, you'll get rewards only I can give you."

The snack was just to get her used to the concept of reward, and how it was better than anything nature could give her. Maybe earn a little trust to let him give her the real reward.

The hand against her scales made her breathe out in a slow little exhale. It didn't feel bad just different. And she wasn't about to lash out at him just yet. Or maybe ever. There was a certain sense to not rebelling. At least not completely. She understands his words (for the most part) and she glances down as he offers her a snack. She can smell it - it smells delicious - and after a moment of suspicion she snatches it up with her tongue and swallows it, giving him a wary look, as if to say, What's the catch?