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It was always a strange feeling to be scattered within darkness, aware and not at the same time, sensing churning as mind and body tried to reassess themselves over and over again. The weightless feeling coupled with the nonsensical disconnection from...well anything, was reminiscent of being trapped within a dream. However, because of the dreamlike sensation encapsulating the mind it was hard to gauge time, so when he was suddenly bombarded with sounds, sights, and scents it felt as though he were being born all over again as someone released him from the inky darkness.

Ruby eyes blinked as senses reasserted themselves from having been trapped within the confines of his prison made of metal and circuitry, long pointed ears twitched as a harsh ocean of noise – murmurs both humans and pokemon alike – filled his mind like an invasive tidal wave. Turning himself in a full three hundred and sixty degrees the fighting-steel type took note of his surroundings. All around him a throng of onlookers sat along bleachers looking down over him as though he were some kind of sideshow spectacle, the lot of them gaping in wonder at the unusually big blue and gold jackal who stood upon the stadium grass. A snarl wrinkled across the lucario’s muzzle as he gazed up in disgust at those within the stands.

When a warm brush of summer wind passed across the aura pokemon’s body he raised his arms up and then sighed contently.

The screech of a PA system coming online made the fighting-steel type hiss in pain, his long ears dipping down to buffer the horrible sound.

“Hello there, I hope you’re doing well today, my little friend.” A barking curse ripped free from his muzzle before he could stop it as a familiar voice echoed from behind him..

Turning around, crimson eyes glared bloody murder up at a large dirigible floating high above the stadium, the face of a chubby human looking down at him haughtily from a viewing monitor.

“Oh my, it seems that someone is rather grumpy today.” the greasy haired man chuckled as he looked down upon the pokemon which he owned. “I do hope that changes.” The feeling of heat pulsating from around his neck made the angered jackal hiss in pain.

A mini standoff was waged between pokemon and human as the lucario snarled up at the fat piece of lard who thought to control him before the heat within in his neck began to pulse its way further throughout his body causing a light dew of sweat to raise up across his golden chest fur. Having gone through this terrible battle of wills once before the lucario found himself wondering if today would be the day for him to act upon his true feelings and just let himself be done with; the sweet mercy of the collar’s lethal shock might be worth seeing the mask of anger cover the human’s portly face. But then someone appeared behind the man, someone for whom the aura pokemon owed a great deal of respect to. Aged eyes pleaded silently as they always did.

Grunting, the fighting-steel type pooled his rage deep within his heart like always, and then lowered himself so that he could perform an empty bow before his master.

The resounding explosion of applause which rippled throughout the arena sounded like a stampede crushing down his pride, but he refused to allow it to be broken and instead acknowledge the noisy reverberance with a quick jerk of his tail.

“See that, everyone! That’s how you treat a pet!” the well-dressed man announced with all the glee of a child having gotten his favorite piece of candy. “You don’t use the stick, you just have to remind them who their betters are by standing in the face of their dissatisfaction and they’ll instantly defer to you like the obedient creatures that they are.” those words made many within the crowd explode with more applause while many more spoke in hushed whispers between themselves.

Had the greasy haired human been able to sense the lucario’s thoughts he would have wet his pants at the bridled rage which thundered within the fighting-steel type’s mind and soul, a silent call for blood to be repaid for the disrespect the aura pokemon had, had to endure up to this point churning just beneath the surface of the jackal’s hold. However, he once again repressed everything for the sake of the one who held his deepest admiration.

The other man standing behind the speaking man said nothing as he quietly walked away out of sight.

When the other was gone the lucario lifted himself from his bow and then began performing a series of stretches to prepare himself for whatever his master had planned for him for today. Knowing the short overweight bastard, he would probably…

“Now, as part of this afternoon’s events, we will be showing off the enhanced abilities of my little pet here with a few battles.” A tired grunt left the lucario’s throat at that.

Pulling himself from a trikonasana the fighting-steel type watched with passive boredom as a white stand raised itself from the ground admitting several people in tacky red and black uniforms out onto the field. A few of them were fairly young, probably washout trainers who had failed to get very far within the pokemon leauge, yet ruby eyes noted several familiar faces who had crossed his path several times before. Watching them all with quiet disdain the aura pokemon clenched his four fingered paws into fists, the scars within his palm throbbing.

“Now, to start off, we’ll open with three two-on-one matches. After that, we’ll increase the number of pokemon until we get to a full six-on-one battle.” the lucario snorted at that statement.

Lifting a four fingered paw in front of his face the fighting-steel type grunted as he looked to the array of pink scars which crisscrossed across his black pad. Wrapping his massive fingers together as he drew upon the emotions from within, the aura pokemon watched a platinum haired teenager step forward to toss twin red and white spheres forward. Blinking as an array of brilliant white light violated his crimson irises, the lucario felt a scowl pull at the edge of his lips as he noted a charmeleon and rhyhorn glaring back at him.

Noting the healthy sheen the two other pokemon supported, the fighting-steel type smirked before crossing both of his arms in front of himself, his entire body going stock-still. Concerned murmurs bounced throughout the air as the crowd wondered as to what exactly the blue and gold jackal was doing before everyone found themselves blown away by what happened next.

Sweeping his arms from in front of himself in a dramatic flare befitting a veteran actor, the aura pokemon released a great wave of teal energy from his being causing the very wind to ripple from around him. Those unprepared for the raw display of power found themselves forced backwards as the lucario lifted himself a few feet off from the ground, his entire body floating almost ethereal-like as he readied himself from the pain to come.

“Now look at that!” the greasy haired man chirped. “It would seem that my pet really wants to put on quite the show for us today.” Only the most talented of listeners could hear the nervous tick within the man’s voice as he spoke.

The opposing trainers gasped as they saw the floating pokemon in front of them, many of them taking a step back as they watched a frightening smile spread itself across the lucario’s muzzle.

“Now….FIGHT!”

A shout from the female trainer had both of her pokemon moving forward.

Ruby eyes narrowed as he watched the charmeleon’s chest compress while the rhyhorn’s body quickly bridged the gap between them.

He would let them come to him.

The rhyhorn dipped its massive head down, the sharp horn at the tip of its nose spinning slightly, at the same the charmeleon released a spiraling gout of flame parallel to where the ground-rock type was running.

Fifteen feet before either attack could reach he moved.

Those watching above gasped as the fighting-steel type vanished from where it was floating before reappearing in front the fire type. A high jump kick sent the flame tailed reptile soaring into the sky. Before the fire type could get so much as twenty feet up in the air however, the blue and gold jackal jumped up and then punched his opponent into the chest, the sound of the charmelon’s ribs creaking a pleasant sound, but paled in comparison to the ground trembling reverberance which echoed throughout the stadium as the red scaled pokemon flew into the far wall behind it. The impact of its body hitting the concrete shook that area of the stage hard enough to cause some to become unsettled from their seats.

Silence followed the attack as all mouths stood agape at the lucario’s attack, time itself seeming to stop in fear of the jackal’s power.

The platinum haired trainer screeched as she turned her head to call out to her completely dazed partner, her scream consequently jolting reality back to normal. Before the young woman could prepare herself to run to where her fallen partner was, she felt warm breath against the side of her neck. Gray eyes widened as her entire body went still. Turning around ever so slowly the human found herself feeling a primal animal-like fear as she stared deep into the glowing ruby orbs of a predator which had been foolishly unchained.

A snap of ivory fangs in front of her face made the young trainer’s legs buckle, her body losing control over itself slightly.

A blink of her eyes a second later and the lucario was gone.

The rhyhorn kicked at the ground in confusion as it wondered where the opponent it had been sent after had disappeared to. The painful answer came in the form of a mountain descending itself onto the top of the ground-rock type’s head, or what felt like a mountain anyway. In actuality, the lucario had dropped from the sky to lay a closed fisted punch onto the ground-rock type’s head, instantly KOing it. That the force of the blue and gold jackal’s punch had but a small crater into the earth was an unfortunate side effect.

Vaulting from on top of the now unconscious ground-rock type to do a perfect three point landing onto the grass, the aura pokemon pumped its fist the air as it rose up in victory.

The onlookers went wild with cheers and whistles!

“A-amazing!” the greasy haired man said, breaking through the boisterous cheers. “It would seem that my lucario is extremely excited about winning today!” the aura pokemon snorted even as it smiled for those watching. “In that case let’s move along to the next battle!”

It took a few seconds for the stunned trainer to get her bearings, the raw display of animosity that shown within the fighting-steel type’s ruby orbs having struck her deeper than anything she had ever felt before. A nudge from one of her companions made the gray haired female shakily recall her partners back into their pokeballs, however, the second the red light finished extracting the unconscious pair from the field the woman picked herself up and then hightailed it from the stadium as fast as her scrawny legs could carry her.

Some of those watching jeered at the trainer, their calls of ignorant glee showing their inexperience with pokemon battles, yet for those who could understand the woman’s fear they looked on in silent trepidation at the monster which now squared himself off for another fight.

The next series of fights lasted a little longer than the first, though it was easy to that the fighting-steel pokemon was slowly getting winded from his constant battling. With black knuckles cracked and dribbling with red blood the aura pokemon found that he couldn’t maintain his levitation after a battle against a pinsir, typhlosion, arcanine, and onyx and so was forced to tread the ground with his non-aerial opponents, not that this stopped him from still being a true juggernaut during his next fight as he dug his fists deep into stone, flesh, scaled, goo, and wood. The fighting-steel type howled in triumph as he bested everyone before him with practice eased, his soul crying out for another victory even as his worn body began to scream for mercy. The fight between body and soul soon became apparent because after knocking out a massive tauros during the next bout the blue and gold jackal wobbled a bit as his feet touched the muddy and charred ground beneath him.

Popping his neck, the lucario gathered his energy into himself, a pink glow slowly overtaking his body, however, before it could grow bright enough to be seen by those in the crowd a familiar heat overtook him. Gasping and then coughing as he lost control over his aura ability, the fighting-steel type dropped to one knee with an audible thump before the heat finally abated.

Reaching up to palm at the collar which bound him to the horrible man who had dared to try and claim him as a pet the lucario barked in indignation before snarling up at the dirigible still hovering over him. A second wave of heat overtaking his body left him panting, his vision growing cloudy. If it were possible to hear one’s blood boiling then the fighting steel type knew that this was exactly what was happening to him as the sluggish thudding of his heart told him that it wouldn’t be long before his body would shut down in an attempt to preserve his life.

“Hmm, it seems that my pet is getting rather fatigued.” The portly man crowed. “Do you think we should give him a break?” the disapproving roar from the audience made the gasping canid sneer as he lifted his knuckles up to his muzzle to lick them. “Then let’s end today’s battle with that six-on-one battle I promised an hour ago.” White light filled the stadium, momentarily blinding the fighting-steel type, before six boisterous growls drowned out his hearing.

It was with a heavy sigh that the fighting-steel type lifted his head, crimson eyes blinking their blurry vision back into focus as the aura pokemon found himself standing in front of a dragonite, blaziken, blastoise, machamp, magnezone , and meganium.

Both fear and rage raced through him as he looked to the titans standing before him, the trainers behind them jeering as they noted the emotions flickering upon the lucario’s muzzle.

“And now….BEGIN!”

Movement overtook the aura pokemon before could stop himself.

Rolling out of the way as a combined blast of water and lightning hurled together towards him, the fighting steel type focused his energy inwards as he raced forward, a blue etheric bone cementing itself in between his paws as he jumped up over the magnezone flying towards him. A fast swipe of the ground weapon against the side of the mechanical pokemon’s metallic form sent it hurtling towards a half destroyed wall with a loud thud. There was no time to bark in victory as the electric-steel type buzzed and then short circuited itself as a second later the blue and gold jackal was sent chin first up into the sky by a swift kick from the machamp. Grunting from the pain, he released his control over the metaphysical weapon in his paws in order to roll himself into a ball.

When a riptide of fire hurled itself at the fighting-steel type the next move the lucario made was timed so perfectly that the veteran trainers watching from the stands lifted their brows in astonishment. Uncurling himself and then spreading his arms out wide the fighting-steel type planted himself onto the stream of fire rocketing itself upwards towards the sun. Shifting his balance with all of the grace of a professional surfer he rode the flames down to the earth. Several hundred gasps filled the lucario’s pounding ears but they were all drowned out by the pain searing through his paw pads as he reached inside for what energy he had left into order to power up his fist.

Hitting the nearby Meganium with a fist filled with unrepressed fury, the fighting-steel type grunted in pleasure as he literally planted the creature within the ground.

The last four remaining pokemon watched in rising uncertainty over their own safety as the lucario sprang up, smoke hissing from its feet. The feral glare planted onto the other’s muzzle as his ruby eyes narrowed to the size of paper slits sent a primordial chill running down all of their spines. A shout made the quartet scatter just as a massive sphere of condensed aura energy shot from the blue and gold jackal’s bloody paw. It was miracle that the trainers standing behind their pokemon ducked out of the way in time because the resounding explosion that sounded throughout the area as the sphere hit concrete and then tore chunks of stone free from the wall. Those sitting above in the stands had to flee as the wall soon began to cave in on itself.

An undaunted trainer shouted a command which sent his machamp forward with fists flying. Body slowly succumbing to his injuries the lucario acted on pure instinct as he countered the flurry of punches with his own, his subconscious realizing that there was no chance for him to dodge in his weakened condition. Those watching didn’t know what to think or believe as, even in his weakened state, the fighting-steel was able to meet the other fighter blow for blow.

The blue and gold jackal was able to weave around one miscalculated punch to land a debilitating blow into the center of the gray skinned pokemon’s chest. That the other pokemon was lifted off of its feet was a surprise to no one, yet all mouths dropped in shock when the fighting-steel type spun on his still steaming heel to land a sharp kick into the other’s side. Like a broken ragdoll the machamp cartwheeled over to the side, injured but still conscious.

A blast of water sent the lucario flying forward into a swift kick from the Blaziken.

Hitting the ground with a painful thud the aura pokemon panted against the ground, water soaked ears twitching like mad, before he shakily got to its feet. Hazy crimson eyes looked up just in time to see a bright flash of light spearing directly for it.

The resounding explosion that shook the stadium drowned out the yell of pain the lucario released as it flew into the air from the force of the attack. Crashing back onto the ground the aura pokemon coughed, a splash of red from its lips seconds before unconsciousness swallowed him within the familiar arms of darkness.

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When next the blue and gold jackal awoke he found himself within a surgical tank floating like a furry pickle as a green solution invaded every pore across his body. Thankfully a breathing mask had been strapped onto his muzzle giving him the air he needed, though the lucario was sure that there was a sedative being mixed within to keep him docile.

Just as he was about to do a mental assessment over himself a knock on glass made the fighting-steel type blink and then swirl around, much to the displeasure of his aggravated ribs.

“I must admit, you put on quite a show out there.” The short, greasy haired man from earlier stated with an insincere smile cresting itself across his immaculate features. “For a minute there I almost thought that you would actually be able to take on all six of those tier three pokemon, but I guess even you can’t withstand a hyper beam to the face after fighting for as long as you did.” The lucario could only glare at that. “Anyway, a few guests of mine want to come and see you up close, so make sure to be good and smile for the nice people, otherwise I’ll have you put downstairs in the hot room this evening.”

A shudder raced through the lucario.

The phantom sensation of scalding heat pouring into his body, steam soaking deep into his bones as he was literally melted from him from the inside out, filled the aura pokemon with an instinctive fear.

“Excellent! See how obeying me makes both of us happy.” the man snickered.

It took everything in him not to smash through the glass and choke the little prick.

The man seemed not to realize the imminent danger he was in as he turned on his krokorok shoed feet to exit the white room the healing tank was confined within. Once outside the man gathered several people in white lab coats around him. The fighting-steel type watched with some mild interest as he saw how his ‘master’ spoke with the others with something akin to deep concern written on his face. Straining his hearing the lucario thought that he could just make out what the human was saying, though the plugs his ears made it somewhat difficult.

“Make sure he’s presentable by the time I get back here. I don’t want the investors to see a broken product.” The portly man commanded before leaving the room. As soon as the other departed the rest of the humans began to scurry about back to what they had been doing, most of them already knowing the responsibilities for which they had been employed for.

Closing his eyes to block out the humans who began to doing...whatever it was that they did with the machines which were now monitoring his well-being, the gold and black jackal turned his focus inwards as he commanded his powers to help speed up his healing so that he could leave his suffocating prison. When he didn’t feel the burn of the controlling collar meant to keep him in check staunching his healing powers the lucario guessed that it had been taken off before he was placed within the tank. A smile rose onto his muzzle at that.

It seemed that his guardian angel had once again been looking out for him.

Several hours later another tap across glass brought him out his meditative doze.

Blinking ruby eyes open the fighting-steel type whined happily as found himself looking into the elderly face of the man who had stood with his master within the screen of the dirigible. The wrinkles on his head and hands spoke of the long years that the man had devoted himself to life, however, what set the other apart from others of his age group, at least within the underground facility they were within, was the fact that his years had been spent learning all he could on the mysteries wrapped around the fighting type species of pokemon. Looking upon the aged human with a small measure of fondness the blue and gold jackal couldn’t stop himself from smiling as the other’s warm voice began to echo within his ears.

“And how are you today?” the green eyed man asked jovily.

Looking to the side, the aura pokemon found that most of the other humans were busy doing their jobs and therefore not paying either of them any attention.

‘How do you think, Dr. Monroe?’ the aura pokemon answered psychically.

That got a dry chuckle from the elderly researcher.

“I am not certain and that’s why I inquired.”

‘Because of that rich bastard’s sick sense of amusement I’ve been burned, battered, electrocuted, nearly drowned, and otherwise brutalized. So let’s just say that I’m not up for a round of poker right about now.’ An amused murmur from the man made the lucario temper his frustration. “How long has it been since I was placed in here?’

“It has been almost three days now.” Monroe said as he pushed back the glasses perched atop his pointed nose.

‘Guess I was more exhausted than I thought.’ Normally his powers work rapidly to repair his damaged form whenever the overblown tub of lard tried to test the limits of his capabilities, but it seemed that the other human had truly tested the fighting-steel type’s body this time. ‘By the way, is fatso getting tired of me? He called me ‘product’, or at least referred to some part of me as such. So am I going to be sold?’ an uncomfortable silence echoed from within the older human’s mind making his tail twitch reflexively. ‘Ohh, I guess I am. So what? He’s planning to sell me to the highest bidder?’

“Not to my knowledge,” Dr. Monroe replied as he reached up to rub his temples.

‘So why do I suddenly sense anger and frustration coming from you?’ it was not usual for the elderly man to be so emotional.

“He wants to sell your genetic code to prominent people starting this week.” That made the aura pokemon bark in laughter.

‘Oh, he’s planning to breed me?’ that particular plan had been brought up once or twice before during the several months for which he had been stuck here, however, due to his abnormal size those talks had been very few and very far in between each other.

A cough from Dr. Monroe made the lucario snicker.

‘He can’t be serious. I mean... you know what I’m working with here.’ a black paw pointed downwards, not that Monroe bothered to look. ‘I doubt most females within my species would be able to handle me, not that I have any interest in them anyway, but…’

“There are artificial ways to…” before the scientist could say anything more his boss returned with several affluent looking people tailing in behind him. The lucario quickly made himself look indifferent, his paws reaching up to cross his chest while his eyes shut ever so slowly.

“As you can see, this is what the fruits of all of your charitable donations have gone into creating, ladies and gentlemen.” the portly man announced with an arrogant smirk written onto his face.

The scientists within the room quickly moved out of the way so that the newcomers could gawk at the pickled aura pokemon, many of them nodding while others took a look around the massive eight by thirty foot square foot room. A noisy squeak from the machine made all eyes turn to the man who had accidently bumped into the mechanical device. Nervously rubbing over his red mane of hair, the glassing wearing individual silently pulled himself back.

“Please be careful, sir, these machines are very sensitive.” one of the scientists said causing everyone to turn to look at the speaker. The dull, uninterested look on the white lab coat wearing individual’s face spoke volumes about how much he truly cared about the device in question.

“Indeed,” the chubby host said as he turned to smile charmingly up at the others. “Now as I was saying,”

“Not to be rude Tore, but any one of us could go out, buy a riolu from any respectable breeder, and have them trained until they evolved into a lucario.” A short stocky man squawked making the floating aura pokemon shake his head. It was very obvious that this man was not a trainer, though probably none of them were.

“That’s true, but how many of you think you can find a trainer who can make a lucario do what was done the other day?” a series of grunts and grumbles resounded from the group as they turned their heads to silently confer between each other.

“I must admit, I was really surprised at how well your pet was able to fight without being given any commands.” a soft pink haired woman said while waving at the fighting-steel pokemon as though he were a bird in a cage. “How did you manage to get him to think and strategize so well?”

“It’s all in the handling.” the lucario’s tail jerked at that.

In truth the man named Tore had put the lucario through weeks of simulations in the virtual reality room downstairs, his mind twisted by ghostly phantoms of other pokemon that would attack him in an attempt to get him to respond one way or another. It didn’t help that he had been placed within a rubber suit that had made every attack that connected with him send a painful surge of heat through his body; every punch was like a hot knife searing through his skin, while the special attacks that the light projections would send into his body would fill the suit with a command to light up the his body with painful snaps of electricity. That the human would leave him in there for days without food or water, forcing the fighting-steel type to defend himself without end had unhinged the other to the point where his body had transformed....into...

“Would you mind it if we touched him?” a lithe looking woman wearing a shimmering blue dress asked, her dark blue eyes almost greedy for the opportunity to run her hands across the masculine form of the naked lucario.

Crimson eyes snapped open at that, the irises narrowing into dangerous slits.

“Of course not. Dr. Monroe, will you bring him out?” Tore asked with a small bite within his voice that was easily unnoticed by the surrounding group of wealthy jackanapes.

The older scientist blinked before turning to look at the floating fighting-steel type.

‘While it would be worth it to squeeze the life out of that overgrown pimple, I won’t let you suffer for my actions.’ the loyalty of the aura pokemon shone through like a golden beacon within the aged researcher’s mind.

Dr. Monroe nodded, exited the white room, and then proceeded to manipulate the controls for the medical tank via a large control panel. Switching the machine off with a few well-placed keystrokes, the older man let out a nervous breathe when he activated the drainage for the tank. Slowly, the green chamber began to empty itself, subsequently causing the lucario to reach up to unhook the breathing mask strapped around his muzzle.

“As you can see, he’s more than capable of thinking for himself even outside of battle.” Tore said while hiding the nervous tick within his voice under a chortle of laughter as he watched the aura pokemon shake himself down from the excess goop covering him once the tank was empty.

“That’s good to know in case anything ever happened to you.” everyone turned to looked to the red haired man from earlier. Adjusting the thick pair of thick framed glasses framed around his face the man wasn’t surprised when Tore quizzically replied to his words.

“And why do you say?”

“A good trainer always makes sure that his partner will be taken care of in the event that something happens to him.” the words made a derisive snort echoed out from the lucario. “If this lucario has the ability to think for himself then he’ll be able to survive on his own, which should make you, as his trainer, quite happy, yes?” Tore nodded as though he had been thinking exactly the same thinking.

The lucario was more than well aware that his freedom had never once entered Tore’s mind, especially not in the event of the human’s sudden demise.

Once the container was completely empty the fighting-steel type watched as the glass was gently lowered into the floor before stepping over to the only door leading into the room he was being kept within. Walking over to stand beside Monroe, his face impassive, the aura pokemon found himself unimpressed with the throng of humans who slowly began to encircle him like buzzards.

“Wow, he’s…ugh…much bigger than he first looked back in the stadium.” One lanky looking man said as the six foot four tower of blue and gold muscle stood impassive next to the only friend he had in the room. When one of them reached out to touch his massive ears a snarl leapt free from the fighting-steel type’s throat. The sound of racing hearts made something dark and feral sing out in joy inside of the jackal. “Can we touch him?”

‘No you may not, asshole.’ The aura pokemon thought, his lips wrinkling slightly.

“Go right ahead. He doesn’t know any biting attacks, right, Monroe? Hahaha!” Tore failed to notice the nervous twitch that took control of Dr. Monroe’s left eye at hearing those words.

The aged human spared a small sideways glance at the aura pokemon, which was returned in kind, before moving to stand out of the way.

It took everything in the lucario to keep from going ballistic as half a dozen different hands reached out to poke, caress, and otherwise fondle his person. The fact that everyone seemed to want to rub the soft golden fur of his chest and abdomen as though he were some lapdog only served to make the fighting-steel type more and more annoyed.

Though he might have to wag his tail at Tore, he wasn’t some pet, damnit!

When one woman ran as a dainty manicured down to fondle the aura pokemon’s weighty testicles the lucario felt something roar inside of him.

‘Notyoursnotyoursnotyoursnotyoursnotyoursnotyoursnotyoursnotyoursnotyoursnotyours!!!’ those words howled throughout the aura pokemon’s soul as he fought to keep from taking the woman’s throat within his paws and snapping her neck. Only Monroe and the red headed man from earlier saw the way the fighting-steel type’s eyes flashed red as he was subsequently violated by the other, both of moving backwards slightly.

A shiver raced throughout the jackal’s body when one of the men squeezed his taut rump. When the feeling of a chubby finger poking at the pucker of his tailhole met his mind the fighting-steel’s aura surged outward in a brilliant blue flame making everyone yelp and then jump backwards.

“Uh, sir, please refrain from whatever you just did.” Monroe said nervously.

“Y-yes,” Tore interjected just as the man turned to glare at the researcher. “We can’t have you damaging my little pet here, hahaha!!”

“Do you think that you might be able to train him to do some extracurricular activities with a prospective buyer?” asked a rotund woman in a gaudy purple dress as she move forward to slide her spindly fingers up the side the lucario’s neck and back.

“Ironically enough, my scientists and I have been discussing the prospect of breeding my pet.” Tore chortled, a meaty hand slapping the aura pokemon’s shoulder as he walked over to the massive blue and gold jackal. It took EVERYTHING within the lucario to not turn and punch the fat little wart through the glass into the next room. “After all, it would be a terrible shame not to have his genes spread out there, right?”

“It would indeed be such a shame.” the gaudy purple dress wearing woman said while licking her lips.

Dr. Monroe reached up to rub his temples, a quiet moan ringing from his lips.

“Is something the matter, sir?” the red headed man asked while going over to the other.

“I...just have something to say...is all…” the older human said while trying to fight back against the rage the lucario psychically sent his way.

“Yes, Monroe?” Tore chimed in politely, even though it was easy to tell he was not pleased by his employee’s sudden unwanted intermission.

“As explained earlier between Mr. Tore and I, we’re still in the process of determining what effects the subject’s fluids would have on others.” Most of the people near the lucario took a cautious step back at those words.

“Do you think that someone could catch a disease from him?”

“Not a disease, but perhaps they could be affected by the subject’s bloodstream in a negative way.” the older man had never told Tore that he had injected the arua pokemon’s blood into a willing scientist only to have said subject...violently pass away soon after.

“Thankfully though, Dr. Monroe is working to make sure that nothing like that can happen for our breeding program.” Tore said, returning the room’s focus back onto himself.

Several minutes more were spent with Tore and Dr. Monroe answering questions before the inevitable was said.

“Alright everyone, I think we should move this show along now.” Tore chimed at the same time his tubby stomach rumbled. “Dr. Monroe, would you please place our little friend here into his pokeball?”

Tired green eyes turned to look at blank ruby orbs before the older scientist commanded one of his subordinates to go and retrieve the capture device in question. A minute later Dr. Monroe had a familiar red and black marble placed within the palm of his wrinkled hands. Watching as the older man clicked the button at the center, the sphere quickly expanding into the size of a baseball, the lucario turned his head away as a red laser was shot out into his body scattering his molecules and then drawing them into a familiar black void.

Once again within the void the lucario, while aware of himself, had no comprehension of time as he floated within nothingness. Mind trailing in between thought and dream as he drifted within the darkness, the fighting-steel type realized that, even though he was trapped in here, he felt a sense of purity wash over him as the phantom touches of the humans who had violated his being were swept away by the silence which seemed to have no beginning nor end.

How long he floated like that he would never be able to tell, but soon enough, too soon to be honest, a familiar sensation overtook him.

The shift from darkness to light was jarring as usual, but then again, it was to be expected. What was not to be expected however was for the aura pokemon to find himself standing within a cluster of pine trees in the middle of an unknown forest while the sounds and scents of the coming autumn rushed into his ears and nose.

Confusion coursed through the fighting-steel type with the force of a hurricane as he whipped his head back and forth while trying understand exactly what was going on.

And then something brushed against his foot.

Instantly on edge, the muscular blue and gold jackal jumped backwards, fists at the ready, as he released a warning growl at the…eevee cocking its head curiously up at him.

The little brown furred fennec chirped its name before rushing over to nuzzle the bigger pokemon along the lower end of his right leg again.

“Scout! Where are you?” someone, more than likely a human, shouted. A rough bark from the eevee soon found a black haired male rushing over to where the two pokemon stood. “Scout? What have you…holy Xerneas!!” The lucario stared at the human for several moments, crimson eyes taking in the sight of the slim wisp of a man, or young adult rather, before his gaze drew down over a red and black pokeball sitting idly within the grass by the youth’s foot.

Moving on instinct, the fighting-steel type rushed forward sparking an involuntary reaction from the human.

What happened next could only be described as a coordinated dance as the unnamed trainer reached for one of the pokeballs strapped to the belt along his waist, tossed it out, and then shouted a command at the creature which was summoned forth.

For his part the lucario only registered an intense heat hitting him square in the chest before gravity forced himself back.

Curling into a ball and then flipping into the air so as to catch his himself before he could fall on his tail, the aura pokemon let out a terrifying roar as he glared bloody murder at the flareon which had just attacked him. The other seemed to share the sentiment as it barked its name, desperate flames dancing within its muzzle, as it waited for its master to shout the command it knew was coming.

However, when a tanned wrist threw out a red and white sphere everyone got the shock of their lives as the lucario scoffed before catching the orb in one of his four fingered paws.

“He…caught it!?” mouth agape, the young man couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the oddly out of place pokemon stare back at him with unimpressed crimson orbs.

The sound of crunching metal ripped through the forest as the fighting-steel type ground the sphere within his paw until it shattered like an old bone. ‘Of course I caught it.’

“You’re talking...in my head? How?!” the black eyed trainer looked as though he was going to have a heart attack as he took a few fearful step backwards, the flareon growled loudly as it continued to stand valiantly in front of its trainer.

‘Let’s just say that I’m not your average lucario.’ the aura pokemon huffed with laughter even as his crimson eyes shone bright with repressed fury.

“Who…are you?” the unnamed youth whispered.

‘Max. Maximus Pride.’