Hopelessly Lost

[Skye]

Meryl shuddered. She was hopelessly lost. The Glameow wasn't sure where she was but this place gave her an ominous feeling. A cool wind blew, ruffling her fur. Meryl shuddered again. This place was wrong. "I need to find my parents" She said confidently to herself and continued on.

After a while, Meryl knew they weren't there. The Glameow was about to turn back but she was lost. Every rock or tree seemed the be the same.

Then, she heard a noise, someone was there. Meryl froze in fear. "Wh-who's there?" She stammered.

[Omega]

A breloom crept up behind the glameow. A sinister grin stretched across his face, "An' what is a cute little glameow like you doin' 'ere?"

[Skye]

Meryl turned around. A Breloom was towering over her. "I-I'm s-sorry b-b-but." The Glameow tried to say something but no words came. A feeling of helplessness mixed with dread crawled through Meryl's skin. Her tail flicked from side to side nervously and her eyes darted around, trying to find some excuse for her to leave. Come ON! This can't be happening...

"I-I'll just be going now and um..." The Glameow tried to think of something to say. "I-It was nice meeting you" And with that, she made a move to leave.

[Omega]

The breloom reached out and grabbed her, "An' where do ya think yer goin'?"

[Skye]

Meryl tried to break away but the Breloom's grip was too tight. "L-let GO of..." She stared into his eyes but was too terrified to continue her sentence. The Glameow had been living the 'soft' life. She never battled much and when she did, the outcome was that she lost.

Meryl kicked out desperately. "Let me go! Let me go!" The Glameow cried out, tears forming in her eyes. Oh how she wished someone would leap from the shadows and save her, like in a fairy tale. But fairy tales were make believe.

This was real.

[Omega]

The breloom chuckled, "You ain't goin' nowhere. Yer on Horde territory now."

[Skye]

Meryl hadn't been to these parts before and had no idea what the Horde was and their motive but she was sure, if this Breloom was part of it, it was something sinister inteed.

"Please!" The Glameow cried out. "I-I didn't mean to! It's j-just that..." In midsentence, she broke out in a fit of tears. Looking up to the Brellom, she hoped that maybe, deep inside in his heart, he would find pity in her.

Meryl suspected her hopes were about to be shattered.

[Omega]

"Yer just full of it, ain'cha?" replied the breloom, "Yer comin' wit me," he continued as he began to drag the glameow toward the fortress.

[Skye]

(Sorry for the late post! Computer problems...)

Meryl began pawing the groud furiously as the Breloom dragged her away, looking for some hold but her claws were blunt from having barely battled and the ground was hard.

The Breloom was strong, she had to admit that. The Glameow shuddered at the thought of dozens more Horde members equal to this Pokemon's in strength.

Meryl continued crying. That was all she could do, wasn't it? "Stop! Please! I don't want to go!"

[Omega]

"Bah, I wouldn't worry if I were you. Yer tiny and cute. You won't have to worry 'bout havin' to fight nobody. We got other things fer pokemon like you," said the breloom as he swung the glameow onto his shoulder and continued.

[Skye]

(Aw, I feel sorry for you... -1 reputation! Here, I'll bring it back to 0)

"O-other things?" What could they possibly be? Meryl tried to imagine what but she just couldn't. Well, her consolation was that she didn't need to fight. The Glameow didn't fancy being torn into shreds by a Pokemon ten times her size.

Meryl mustered to courage to ask a question. "Um... Mr. Breloom sir, might I ask what... Kind of things I might need to do?"

[Omega]

The breloom chuckled, "An' why would I tell you? It would spoil the surprise." The breloom had reached the entrance to the fortress and began to open the door.

[Skye]

Meryl began to struggle again. "No! I don't want to go! Let me go! Let me go!" But it was no use. The Breloom was just too strong and she was just too weak. Tears started to fall again and Meryl wished someone would help. As if wishing did anything.

She tried to shake off the Breloom one last time but then stopped abrupty. The Glameow collapsed from exhaustion in the other Pokemon's arms. Struggling would just take away her strength.

Meryl still had no idea what they would do to her but the way the Breloom described it, it probably wasn't going to be fun.

[Omega]

The breloom carried her down a broad hall until he reached a nasty looking scyther with a scar across his left eye. "What have you brought me here, corporal?" asked the scyther.

"A little glameow. Found 'er up in the hills," replied the breloom.

The scyther crept a bit closer and grinned. "Good," he said, "I got a male glameow in the dungeon."

"Could always use us some new Horde members, general," replied the breloom as he headed back.

[Skye]

As they approached the Scyther, Meryl shied away in fear. Him and the Breloom began a conversation. What? I don't want to join the Horde! She thought. The Glameow tried to speak out and voice her opinion but only a squeak escaped from her mouth.

Her eyes, glazed with fear, shot from one corner of the room to another. There was no escape. And what was that about a male Glameow in the dungeon. The dungeon?!? Meryl was going to be sent to the dungeon. She knew it.

Oh how did I get myself into this?

[Omega]

The breloom turned at a staircase and descended it. Inside were rows of cages. Many of them with pokemon trapped inside. The breloom continued down the hall before stopping at a trapped, male glameow. "Alright, missy. This is your new home," he said as he placed the glameow on the ground. He opened the cage and hurled her in before slamming the door shut. "As for rations, you'll be given plenty. You'll be kept fat to 'elp feed the wee ones."

[Skye]

The wee ones? As in... "NO! I won't! I'll never! This is..." Meryl began crying once again. The cage was cold and uncomfortable. It was too small for two Pokemon to be inside. The Glameow bashed her body against the cage, she kanwed the the bars, nothing seemed to work.

Meryl was battered and bruised from the trip to the Fortress. She kept her distance from the male Glameow, taking the spot the furthest from him in the cage.

Her eyes were pleading. "Please Breloom sir! Don't make me do this!"

[Omega]

"Well, yer not much fer fighting, I can tell. So, unless ya want to be dinner fer yer mate thar, I suggest you comply," replied the breloom.

The male glameow was timid. He was approximately the same age as Meryl. He worried of what might happen. He didn't want to be a parent anymore than she, but if it was necessary, he would.

[Skye]

Meryl continued crying but she knew she had no choice. Slowly approaching the male Glameow, she eyed him warily. She took a step forward.

After awhile, Meryl turned back to the Breloom. "I-I don't want to do this! I don't, I don't, I don't! Please let me go Breloom sir!" It made no difference. She would still need to do it.

The Glameow missed her parents. Fresh tears appeared on her cheeks. The only thing I can do is cry! I'm useless, I might as well become a mother!

[Omega]

"Ya have 'til daybreak tomorrow to get 'er pregnant. If ya don't, we'll be havin' ya fer lunch," said the breloom.

The male glameow nodded. His eyes were full of tears.

The scyther walked into view. He was holding a live pidgey with one of his scythes pressed to his chest. "Dinner!" he yelled in excitement.

The pidgey struggled to break free.

The scyther raised one scythe and cut the pidgey's head clean off and tossed the body in the cage. "He was supposed to get a girl pregnant, but he refused," he said before walking off. "Eat up."

[Skye]

Meryl looked at the head-less Pidgey with pity. She gently prodded it with her paw. The Glameow didn't want to eat it so she left it aside for later. Her appetite disappered anyways from the demonstration from the Scyther.

Meryl slowly began padded towards the male Glameow again and this time, she reached him. "Will we... Will we have to?" She murmured, trying to fight back tears.

(Here, I modified it so she isn't pregnant yet!)

[Omega]

OOC: Whoa, slow down. Give me a chance to RP the male glameow!

"Ya betta have a belly full o' babies by tomorrow," said the breloom as he walked off.

The male glameow ripped some of the flesh from the pidgey. He swallowed then turned to Meryl. "I'm Miado. I was captured in a Horde raid. Listen, they'll kill us if I don't get you pregnant. I think we should just have sex now and get it over with."

[Skye]

"I'm Meryl and... And... Yeah." There wasn't much more to say. The Horde wanted them to parent offspring, probably so they could recruit them as they grew, poisoning their minds. Meryl would hate to do it but what could she do? The Glameow didn't want to be killed. The memory of the Pidgey's slaughter still flashed thorugh her mind. Meryl shuddered.

"Alright." She said finally.

(How're we supposed to roleplay them at this point?)

[Omega]

OOC: We always skip sex scenes to avoid trouble with younger members. Don't worry, I'll steer us in the right direction.

Two golbat flew down the hall. They argued with each other. "Veneno's gone, what am I supposed to do about it?" "We should have gone with him." "You want Slashthroat to kill us?" "Whatever." The two halted in front of the cage. "We've been ordered to make sure you follow our orders. So, start the love."

Miado swallowed, "Meryl, close your eyes. Let's get this over quick."

One of the golbat chuckled at Miado's response.

*SKIP THE SEX SCENE*

[Skye]

Orders? These were orders? This is farfetched!

Meryl did as she was told. She closed her eyes tightly. A pair of Golbat were watching but all she had on her mind was that one day, children of hers would join the Horde. She would have to be a part of it most likely. Would they let her escape after they were born? Te answer was no. She didn't need to ask. Meryl had no purpose but to be a mother and contribute to a fearsome group she hated.

And she was pregnant.

[Omega]

Miado was crying afterwards. He was just forced to lose his virginity in front of two spectators. He would never forgive himself for what he had done to Meryl.

The golbats found what they had seen to be hilarious. One golbat was laughing hysterically, while the other managed to stop himself long enough to comment, "Alright, you'll live to see another day, kitty cats. We'll keep you both fed. Your gestation period is about nine weeks. You should start to show in about one week. If you don't, you'll just have to have sex again." With that, they flew off.

[Skye]

Have sex again? Meryl yowled in anger and tried to break out of the cage but she was weakened and the Golbat had already flew off. She slumped down. The Glameow was hungry and bit off a tiny morsel of the Pidgey.

Meryl sighed. At least she wasn't killed. But, that was small comfort. She didn't know how much longer she could survive in a stuffy cage, with slaughtered Pokemon for food and a stranger to father her offspring.

This was too much and Meryl fainted from exhaustion.

[Omega]

"You poor little girl," said a voice from the cage across from them. It was a slowking, "So young. Yet that doesn't stop them from raping you."

"No, it's not them. It's me. I could have refused--" replied Miado.

"And then what? They would have killed you had that been the case," replied the slowking.

"But I can't help but feel guilt."

"That's natural. But it's not your fault. Promise me you'll take care of her."

"I promise."

[Skye]

Meryl awoke for just a second and saw Miado conversing with a Slowking opposite from their cage. The Glameow was still tired but she slowly reached for a bit of the Pidgey. Meryl chewed and swallowed, not forgetting for a second she saw the very same thing alive.

After taking a few more bites, she fell asleep again. Her head screamed This isn't fair! But what could she do? Meryl was too weak to get up, or too tired. Both she guessed.

Meryl only hoped this madness wouldn't go on any longer.

[Omega]

"Go to sleep. You should get some rest," said Miado.

OOC: Let's skip about eight weeks to when she's beginning to give birth. Is that acceptable?