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It was the most embarrassing time of the month once again. My trainer stuffed the rest of his team into their Pokeballs and slipped them into his backpack. It had been a long day of battling, and the sun was beginning to set. I watched, concerned, as he watched me. I knew my blade had grown dull from battles well won. I needed sharpening.

An emotional warmth hit me as he smiled. I drifted closer. There was an attempt by me being made to appear unperturbed by the tools he began pulling from his bag. My resolute seeming stance faltered the second he drew from his bag both my file and whetstone. I scarcely stifled my excitement. There was a jittery nature to my levitation. The blocks and Sandshrew brand sanding paper followed. A blush began to form upon my blade. I raised my shield to hide it, and tried not to watch him prepare his station for me.

Most Aegislash got sharpened be negligent machines at the Pokemon Centers. I was one of the fortunate few to have a trainer willing to go the extra mile and make a skill of it. He knew full well how much I looked forward to it, and indulged in my regal and professional fantasies as I began to shudder. He did not have to double check or measure my length, and knew full well how to place the blocks upon which my body would rest during the filing.

I lowered my shield and allowed him to take note of my blushed blade. A nod of acknowledgement was all I got, followed by him tapping his file upon the block where my hilt would rest. I pulled the shield back up, on guard for a moment at the sudden command to lie down. I was too eager to resist the instruction for long, and soon had my shield resting against a nearby tree to watch over us both as I approached the bed. His tapping ended as I hovered over and down while my arms folded over upon one another to try and sublimate all this excess energy that was building up.

My own tapping began as I laid myself down, too excited to lie still. I bent forward to see just how shaky I was before I straightened out and looked to him nervously the moment he chuckled. It was my hands' turn to cover the blush, but he soon pushed those out of the way. He needed complete access to my blade, so I surrendered it. Down came the file.

It hovered close above my right edge, just at the start of my battle dulled bits. I closed my eye and rest my arm's upon the forest floor. I ran them slowly through the grass as I waited for him to strike. Something to keep my hands well out of the way of my trainer's work. As well as something to grab hold of when the feelings got too intense.

My eye shot open when I felt his hand grip my pommel. He was the only one. The only one I could ever trust with such a power over me. An ownership. It felt more like one than what any of the rest of his team could have felt. My attention drifted once more to the file. Anticipation. He toyed with it in his free hand, familiarizing himself with the weight of the tool before putting it to use on me. Griped tight to my pomel for stability he leaned in to draw the file along my precious blade.

I grabbed the grass tight as my trainer's first run of the file blasted away a discomfort I was not aware of. At least until the relief of it arrived. Relief. Every drag of the file brought it to me in slow grinding rhythmic waves. The sound it made echoed through to my core as the useless metallic buildup was pulled off. My sharpness soon shined through all where it had been.

My trainer made it halfway down my body before I lost my grip of the forest floor. He pulls the file away and chuckles softly as I scramble to find my hold once more. My blush deepens, and I look up at him. His chuckling ceased.

"Pent up. It has been awhile, has it not?" he said without a hint of judgement," It's alright Aegi, just relax."

I looked to him for a guidance that had already been provided. Trying my best now I soon channel his respect into a more resolute enjoyment of things. I blinked. A few times even. His presence became my calm.

"I'm going to start going again, okay?"

I looked up to him. He loosened his grip to allow me to nod in approval. Hand and file alike returned to their respective places upon my body. There is still a shuddering, but it is focused now. Consistent in nature it helped my trainer better pare down to my point. I drew upon his strength, and watched the steady filework reveal my edge with care and precision.

Routine took charge by the time he made it to the end of my bladed body. One done, three left. I watched carefully as he slipped around me. Hands swapped, and the file grinding hand from before soon grips onto my pommel. Wordlessly he had begun to grind once more. The file danced across my left side, taking far less time for progress. It was not my favored side, so the dullness is not nearly so fierce. I am still made to draw upon his strength however, as the sensation of being ground to the tip is an overwhelming one for sure.

The world spun as my view of him was replaced at first by a blur of sky and forest and then finally by a face full of somewhat irksome grass. The swirlding cacophony of distraction and focus had made it easy to twirl me in his hand. Face down now I was in the proper position for him to file the back of me. I grabbed at his wrist with my own hand in protest of such a display of control over me. I wanted some back. Having some hold upon him was enough for what was to follow. The other hand griped once more at the grass below as the file flew forth.

Thwack after thwack rang out now as he filed down first one edge then the other. He was now comfortable enough to file me faster than he ever had before. It was an entirely unknown technique to me, but the resulting sensation made me fall instantly in love with the practice. Blasting through my excess now he quickly reached halfway down and beyond. I let go of his pommel gripping hand and pushed myself up slightly. I made sure to bend so as to not disrupt his flow. He allowed this. He allowed me to look into the forest and see that no one was watching. Pokemon or human alike. I wanted to be alone with him. And I was. Good.

To my rear tip he had arrived. The file round, along, and roughly against my point with ease and grace. The years of steady practice had truly shown through. By the time he pulled the file off I just could not handle anymore of such treatment. I pushed his hand, hoping to be let up. To be given release. And it comes. He slipped his hand free and tapped my blade twice with the file to let me know I could get up. I launched myself off the blocks and drove forward slashing and slicing and drifting left and right. There was a boundless amount of energy to burn off that his file had summoned inside of me and it was all just too much. I held my hands around my blade tight and shook in the air at odd angles for some time before calming.

I did not care that he was watching. He could watch me do anything and everything after that treatment. Desires to feel along his handiwork were too strong to let embarrassment hold them back. Crossing my arms I pinched each side of my blade. I ran my fingers along my double edge, feeling each and every scuff mark his good treatment had left upon me. It was so much and there were so many, I once more began to jitter. He had done his first job impeccably as always.

I turned just in time to see him splash my whetstone with water. We were not done yet.