Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: Pokémon Training Sure Is Hard... (Andypants x Inspirit)

It was safe to say that the capturing was more or less a painless process. The Mareep had been too absorbed eating that she had barely noticed the Pokball tossed to her head which had been really rude to interrupt a lady while she was eating!. The bread she had been eating disappeared with her into the comforts of the Pokball, and it wasn't until much later that she was allowed outside again, just a bit rejuvenated in the contraption. The Mareep blinked and looked around, wondering how she had gotten from grassy fields to inside a restroom of all places until she saw the tamer inside the enclosed space with her. She yelped in surprise, backing up against the white tiles until she felt like she could become one with it if she pressed any harder. But, again, there was that calmness in the atmosphere that convinced the girl that she was okay, that the tamer wasn't a threat, especially with food involved. Still highly skeptical of the man, she clutched the edge of the bathtub and leaned closer to the toilet lid, her curiosity getting the worst of her again. The bell jingled around her neck and her tail slightly lifted the back of her dress as it raised up, barely showing the cute pair of cotton panties she wore underneath. She reached for the greens first, skipping the meat and showing more interest in the sweet potatoes and lettuce. Of course, to a wild Pokgirl whose diet only consisted of wild herbs, crops like sweet potatoes were a luxury to her. Eating the treat with the peel still on it, she glanced up to her tamer again, her blue eyes glinting with curiosity. It felt a little strange eating with someone watching her, even worse that it was the same person who had brought her here and put her in a tiny bathtub in who-knows-where. Thank you, she said cautiously, using what little she knew of the human language. Thank you for the food.
Thread: Pokémon Training Sure Is Hard... (Andypants x Inspirit)

Jack smiled, seeing her reaction being one must less hostile the he expected. She was already starting to look better! The Mareep definitely was shocked to find out where she was, but no more then a few minutes later was she grabbing food, eating away like she had been outside. It was good to see her strength returning. As creepy as it was Jack did stand there, just watching her eat and look at him. The awkwardness was sort of setting in the bathroom, at least until she broke the silence and thanked him. Jack nodding his head with a smile. You are welcome. He said grabbing the two potions that were on the bathroom counter. Ok, I have some potions. It isn't going to hurt but I have to give it to you. Jack stated as he walked over, doing his best not to be intimidating before he was leaning over the girl. Pointing the little nozzle at her before pressing the button. The healing mist that shot out of the potion soon working it's glorious magic to cure her of any pains or bruises. One potion to the next Jack would use all he was given till he ran out. There much better. Jack said with a smile. We need to get you out of those cloths so we can clean them. Jack stated, not exactly sure how willing or not she might be to stripping or him seeing her naked form.
Thread: Pokémon Training Sure Is Hard... (Andypants x Inspirit)

In response to the tamer's hospitality, a smile found its way onto the Mareep's lips. It was common knowledge that Mareeps were sociable creatures with endearing personalities. Although they were commonly used for farming purposes, they would bond quickly with their tamers and return whatever kindness was shown to them, after being a bit cautious. The girl sat on her butt when he came close with something in his hand, and she wasn't sure what it was until the mist sprayed on her face and the pains that had been bothering her for days magically disappeared. Contrary to what he had said, the potion had stung just a little but it was quickly replaced with a lasting relief that covered her whole body. She looked over herself to make sure the bruises and scratches were gone, amazed at what the tamer could do. It was then that she realized he was helping her, but she knew she couldn't trust him completely. The Mareep glanced down at her soiled clothes when he mentioned taking them off and reluctantly held onto them for a while. But, a moment or two later, she started wiggling out of her one piece and set it aside, now clad in nothing but a pair of pink cotton panties and a matching bra to compliment the ribbon and bell around her neck. If there was one thing Mareeps loved more than food, it was grooming.
Thread: Pokémon Training Sure Is Hard... (Andypants x Inspirit)

Jack waited for a few moments, it looking like Mareep wasn't going to give up her clothing. But before long she would be out of her dress, sitting there in matching panties and bra with her dress in her hands. Jack would slowly take it from her, doing his best to smile as he got a little static shock from the material. Thank you. He stated, standing back up to leave the bathroom. Just to really toss the dress into the washing machine. Once that was taken care of he would come back, she might have been all better now but she still was dirty. Still needed to be groomed. So with his backpack on the floor Jack would come back over to the side of the tub, bringing a hand out to lightly pat her on the head to show her nothing was wrong. I am going to wash you now. Jack stated, looking down to her bra and panties for a few moments. You need to take those off too so I can run a bath. He said, wondering if she would be ok with that. Truth be told he was ready to bath and scrub her. But it wasn't like he was going to rip her cloths off and aim a hose at her or anything. That was just cruel!
Thread: Pokémon Training Sure Is Hard... (Andypants x Inspirit)

She shivered when her body finally realized it didn't have its winter dress anymore, but she did try her best to comply with Jack's wishes, even if she was still cautious and skeptical of him ninety nine percent of the time. Watching her take her clothes out of the restroom and coming back to pet her head, she might have given him a little zap accidentally since her hair was normally full of static electricity. That, and she was nervous so there was a lot more electrical activity happening in her body, now jumping back and forth between the small cones on her head. Still saying nothing because she didn't want to more than she didn't know how, the Mareep reluctantly pulled her panties down to her ankles and tried to reach behind herself to undo the strap of her bra. Unfortunately, the clasp was hard to reach and so she gave up, looking at Jack for help.
Thread: Pokémon Training Sure Is Hard... (Andypants x Inspirit)

The zaps were no more then sudden shocks. Sure they were surprising but nothing too painful. Jack watching as she slowly removed her panties, he would take them from her, setting them down on the bathroom floor before seeing her try to comply with her bra. The man smiled and reach over, slowly unclasping it and helping to remove her bra as well. Jack couldn't help but look at her naked form, the way her breasts showed no sign of sagging, the way her hips curved. He looked for a bit too long, quick to turn and put her bra with her panties. Jack would reach over to the two handles, pulling on them to start putting water in the tub. The man keeping his hand under the nozzle to feel how hot or cold the water was getting, adjusting so the water was just right. Jack smiling as he removed his hand and let the tub fill up with water. With that out of the way he would let Mareep sit there for a bit. Go under the water for a bit. Need to get your hair wet. Jack said with a smile, reaching over to get some shampoo and conditioner.
Thread: Pokémon Training Sure Is Hard... (Andypants x Inspirit)

It was when the bra was taken off and the water turned on that the Mareep felt a little more relaxed, taken out of her uncomfortable state and put into a new and friendlier setting. With the promise of a warm bath, she settled in the water with a happy squeal and splashed it onto herself, the grime washing away but floating on top of the water the more she scrubbed herself with her bare hands. It was how she had done it in the wild with her sister, when the two of them would go to a lake and bathe themselves before any tamers would notice them. She dipped her hair in the water and felt the static intensify just a bit before it died down, and then she continued to wash herself, making sure to scrub behind her ears and down the sides of her neck, even massaging her breasts like her Flaaffy sibling had done. The truth was that she was a little embarrassed of her b-cups whereas her sister had a bigger set of breasts that were close to large c-cups and d-cups. Once again, she turned to Jack and stared at him for a long time, mostly wondering why he was helping her or why he was so kind. She wanted to ask him so many questions but the one she wanted to ask most came right out of her mouth Are you a tamer?
Thread: Pokémon Training Sure Is Hard... (Andypants x Inspirit)

Mareep was definitely starting to get clean, once she had brought her head back up Jack would start to work the shampoo and conditioner into her hair. The static electricity was being dampened at the moment, though he could definitely feel a little here and there. But there was no real danger in the moment as he cleaned her. She seemed very happy and very relaxed now, Jack smiling to see it. Though his eyes would wonder, when she would massage her own breasts, when she would look at him. Jack had lost himself in thought when she would ask him what was on her mind. It taking Jack a few moments before it actually registered. Well, I am trying to be. Jack said, laughing softly as he scratched the back of his head with a wet hand. Truth be told you are the first that I have come across. Just started this morning in fact. He added, making sure to keep moving as he scooped up some water in his hands before raising it and letting the water fall on top of her head.
Thread: Pokémon Training Sure Is Hard... (Andypants x Inspirit)

Oh, she responded, the clear 'oh' not really having much emotion or thought into it. So she figured they were on the same boat being beginners, which set her at ease knowing they would have to tackle things together. It was better traveling wherever with a tamer by her side, she knew, because then she would be safe and have some company if they were to visit Goldenrod again. The more she thought of her family kidnapped and taken who-knows-where, the more she wanted to be on her feet again to look for the poachers. Granted, she was powerless on her own, but maybe Jack would be able to help her. The Mareep squeezed her eyes shut when the water was poured over her head, her hair matting down and the static electricity making soft buzzing sounds while her hair was wet. Brushing the hair away from her eyes, she then looked up at her tamer and smiled. I'm Iris.
Thread: Bound in Brazil (Trixie & Morell)

Jeanne groaned, feeling the current of pain spread down from the very crown of her head to the very tips of her toes. With it came a host of other fun little problems, such as nausea, dizziness, and a wave of panic mere moments later. She wasn't sure why she was feeling like this, but vaguely, she could recall just what had happened previously... She had come to Brazil on the prompting of one of her professors never much of an outdoorsy person, she was instead an English major on her break following the fifth year of her masters degree program. Her teacher had convinced her that she would love it down there, as that was where he had spent much of his time after his own stay in college, and he often waxed poetic on just how lovely the city of Rio de Janeiro was. She'd finally broke down and had invited her family down to Brazil with her. They'd gone walking through the city, when they had been approached by a rather handsome, albeit on the older side, uniformed man who had introduced himself as the chief of police of the Rio police department. She couldn't remember just what he had brought them into the station with, but she was starting to gather that it couldn't have been anything pleasant. She sat up, feeling her arms whine in protest, tied up at the wrists with a rough piece of twine. She was wearing a white and yellow floral print sundress, that bore her pale shoulders and much of the pale expanse of her chest a good bit more revealing than what she normally wore, and more on the advice of her mother you should be more open! How do you expect to meet a nice man in your frumpy sweaters. She vaguely recalled drinking a glass of water at the station that had tasted a mite funny, buyt beyond that... she had no idea where she was, why she was there, or just... just what all of this was. ----- Figure Ref
Thread: Bound in Brazil (Trixie & Morell)

Gabriel Gabriel Felix had worked hard to achieve all he had. Becoming the Chief of Police in Brazil's corrupt government was almost as lucrative as the crime lords of the jungle. He was given carte blanche to do as he pleased so long as order was maintained in the city. Crime had fallen at an impossible rate since he took office. Though, how much of that was due to clerical errors and solid friendships with drug cartels was undetermined. The square jawed, confident soldier took what he wanted, no questions asked. And when he saw that curvy American in the market a few days earlier, he knew he had to have her. The room she was in was a stripped down backroom in a large housing complex deep within the Favela. All it contained was a ratty old mattress and a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. A window to small to fit through revealed rolling hills of these dwellings, seemingly built atop one another--each a different color from the last.The sun was just going down and one by one tiny lanterns dotted the confusing pathways of the slums. Gabriel pushed the door open. He was dressed in his typical black tactical pants and black t-shirt. On his hip, his sidearm and badge. He looked down at the young American, figuring he was easily 10 years her senior. His muscled arms folded onto each other as the door swung shut behind him, making the light dance on his face as the bulb danced back and forth. He reached down and grabbed the girl's purse, dumping its contents. He found her passport and studied it for a few seconds. Jeanne... He mused. Pretty name for a pretty girl. Such a pretty girl for a criminal. He let his first words to her fall on her ears, for her to take at her leisure as he stood back up, looking down on her.
Thread: Bound in Brazil (Trixie & Morell)

Jeanne gazed around blearily for more than one reason. Initially, it had to do with whatever it was that had knocked her out... additionally, she realized she was missing her glasses. She saw the silver frames sitting on the ground nearby to her, presumably having slipped off while she'd been passed out. But there was no way she was going to be able to get them onto her face just then. She turned the other way just as she heard the door opening, squinting up at the heavy door as she heard footsteps enter the room. As she heard what had to be her purse upending over the ground, she made a whining noise in the back of her throat. S-stop, she murmured, trying to get her tongue back under control. Muscle response was coming back to her, though she ended up falling onto her side on the mattress as she sought to get up. Turned out that drugged legs weren't easy to walk on. She did recognize the voice, though. That of the handsome chief she'd met earlier that day. The thought brought a sick feeling to her stomach. I'm... not a criminal, she said, feeling her heart racing in her chest. Meanwhile, she was trying to push herself to the far corner of the bed, compacting herself into a ball. She wished for a lot of things just then to be with her family, to be out of here... heck, just to be able to see just then would be nice.
Thread: Bound in Brazil (Trixie & Morell)

Gabriel set her ID in between two fingers as he listened to her. Not a criminal? He said, with no expression. His eyes lit up and a mocking smile curved across his lips. Not a criminal! He started laughing. Not a criminal! Let me guess, you're innocent, hmm? And that pound of cocaine your maid found in your hotel room? I suppose you were just holding that for a friend? His mouth turned back into a serious line immediately. His hand flicked out, shooting her ID at her like a bullet as it bounced on the floor with a subtle TICK-tick-tack. He pulled his baretta from it's holster on his belt and stepped over her, kneeling down on his ankles. He scratched his head with the barrel, letting it slide down his face and scratch into his beard stubble. Do you have any idea what we do with drug trafficers here? He held the barrel under her chin and brought it up to meet his gaze. Hmm? Again, his smile returned, but to say it was a light-hearted smile would be a stretch. Usually, we execute them, by firing squad. But you don't want that, do you? I'm sure we can find a more... the barrel moved through a strand of her hair hanging off her face. ... suitable punishment, no? Suddenly, he stood up and picked her up by her arm. On your feet... American. He said that last word with a mouth full of disgust. Holstering his weapon, he pulled out his knife and quickly started tearing through her dress carelessly like he was opening a stack of letters.
Thread: Bound in Brazil (Trixie & Morell)

B-but I d-don't do drugs, she whimpered after a long moment where she was left agape at the idea. She was a clean, introverted girl that didn't go out much. She never had even gone to a party where there had been drugs. She watched as the blurry plastic card of her ID was tossed onto the ground. She tore at the twine around her wrists the best she could trying to get up... stilling immediately when the barrel was pressed under her chin. Please don't hurt me, she whimpered after a long, wordless moment of fear, as the barrel brushed her wispy hair aside from her face. ... c-can I please have my glasses back, she said after a moment. She just wanted to try and explain her so that they could figure this out. So that he could understand that she wasn't a criminal. Her arms whined in protest as she was pulled up to her feet roughly, her legs a bit stronger than they had been a moment ago as her body woke more and more. She screamed outright when the blade cut through the floral sundress, the white and yellow scraps falling to the ground as her body was bared. She had pristine white panties and bra, holding up her sizable, plump breasts, but those two would be cut away in time by those rough, careless slashes, baring her pale skin, hardening rosy nipples, and her clean, shaven womanhood. She was terrified, and her trembling thighs told the tale as she tried to jerk herself away from him, her watery eyes full of tears.
Thread: For My Beloved Daughter {jupiter1001, me}

The Baron's daughter, Sylvia she was named, walked into the room, the groundskeeper behind her, obviously escorting her, though that is a bit of an understatement. Dragging would be a better word for it. the thing worse than this though, and for more humiliating for her father yes she knew this was humiliating, and she loved how furious he would be was her dress. It wasnt much a dress anymore, more a fabric that looked as if some child had tried to draw on it. Dirt was caught between the frills, and mud splattered the bottom of it. The sleeve on the left was torn, and the right one looked ready to follow its opposite. Finally her rapier was strapped to her side, like a dog that follwed its master everywhere, so to was the rapier to her. Giving a ghost of a curtsy to her father, she sat down wordlessly and began to dine on the meal, uncaring of the stares that met her. The groundskeeper whispers in the Barons ear, telling him of how Sylvia had been found practicing with a local commoner, her using her rapier, and him a twig. Based on the blush of her cheeks, the groundskeeper said they may have done other things, had he not stopped her in time.
Thread: For My Beloved Daughter {jupiter1001, me}

Alexandre stared at her, speechless. For a brief moment, his heart swelled with relief---relief that at least she was okay---before being replaced with shocked at her tattered appearance. All of it was trumped by fury, however, after the groundskeeper had delivered her report. He balled his fists and narrowed his eyes, seething, doing his best to remain calm. His wife shifted uncomfortably next to him, his eldest son and his eldest daughter shared a look of disapproval at their sister, and his younger son chewed his lip, stifling a laugh. The guests themselves, members of high society, were dumbfounded. More fuel for their rumors he mused, resisting the urge to rest his head against his hand and rub at his temples in an attempt to mitigate the oncoming headache. The rumors surrounding Sylvia were no secret to him--- That she was base-born, that she had already lost her purity, that she was actually a son ... She had been nicknamed Lady Savage by many of the servants. He punished anyone within his barony whom he heard mention anything about Lady Savage... But how could he punish, say, a Viscount or a Duke for jesting at his daughter's rough repute. And what nobleman, in his right mind, would marry their son to a Lady Savage? He knew if he pressed on the subject, he would ultimately end up doing something regrettable...so for the moment, he swallowed his rage.
Thread: For My Beloved Daughter {jupiter1001, me}

You know, father. Sylvia said curtly It would have been nice if your groundskeeper had bought me here earlier, that way I would have been able to 'freshen up' a bit before my dinner. And knowing you, father Sylvia said, sounding like she was lecturing a child at this point. well, knowing you, and all these people here of course, a... lady like me has a reputation to uphold, and a baron like you also has a reputation. The fact that you would let your daughter emberass you so is just... revolting. And now father, in order to spare you any more embarresment that I may, and willl, cause, I will leave Sylvia said as she stood up, her plate nearly untouched Unless this woman isnt responsible, and allows me to escape back to my training, I will be in my room, and think upon how much of a discrace I am to you and the family name. At this Sylvia left the room, followed by the groundskeeper, who had a firm grip on Sylvias forearm.