Chapter 4: Taming and Naming

 

A/N: Flashback tiem! And I try my first 'meet the girl you stole from the wilderness and make her ur slaev lulz!' scene.

 

 

 

 

Andrew Kross had been a Tamer for well over fifteen years, and tales of his many adventures and deeds throughout Ruby, Opal, and Edo were well-worn and bordering on legendary. Over that time, he had seen many of his friends die, and went through so many PokeGirls. Each one of their memories lived in his heart, even as he continued to step forward. When he hit thirty-five he just started to slow down, and couldn't keep up with his ambitions any more, despite his best efforts. Refusing to admit this, he enlisted in the Ruby Watchers and took an active role in the advancement of human knowledge.

 

For a long time, he found no success at all in his work. Many of his research projects came under fire from conventional circles, and he was having trouble even paying for the cost of his living. Times got so hard that he ended up selling every PokeGirl who had survived with him throughout his adventures except for one. She had become a Pokewoman, in fact, and their relationship was less master-slave than it was romantic in nature. He went without instead of selling her.

 

Things had fallen apart, though. While he continued to enjoy public popularity as a great Tamer, many Researchers resented that and used that to further alienate him from the scientific establishment. He was too old to try for many career paths, failing at attempts to find a serious trade. He did find a few friends along the way, who helped him along, but their resources could only stretch so far for another, no matter how much they wanted to help. One day, he was literally out of money.

 

Living on the streets of Ruby City, he was soon approached by someone. In that time, a crime family reminiscent of the Pre-Sukebe Russian Mafia had gotten shadow control of Ruby City- The Kirshiv Family. They had decided that Kross was suitably desperate to provide some use to them, and made him an offer. If he agreed to aid the Family in their efforts to control rival groups and hold power in the city, he would be provided for, and nobody would be allowed to ask any questions if he wanted to 'marry' his PokeGirl. The deal proved too good to turn down, and so Andrew Kross fell to corruption to survive.

 

His missions were mostly simple assignments, like 'write a research paper or conduct an experiment to confirm a theory or principal which will benefit the interests of the Family'. Orthodox scientific circles still disputed his work, but the extra credence still went a long way. That alone gave Family-owned companies boosts from investment in new technology paths and opportunities. It was obviously a betrayal of the scientific method itself, but he had to think about his own before his principles.

 

He made plans for his own lab in a more quiet, remote and protected part of Ruby- Samara Village. His Pokewoman bore him a little boy that was now provided for thanks to his position in life. While Toman was only weeks old, his family moved into their new home, away from the city and the Family.

 

Then something happened, something that had been in the works for decades. Kunai-net operatives engaged a massive revolutionary operation and took almost half of the city administration under arrest in a single sweeping night. This masterful and powerful stroke had the benefit of great public backing, and with decades of solid proof, the Kirshiv Family was forever obliterated from its power base.

 

One of the numerous Kunoichi working the case before the grand night tracked one of the Kirshiv payrolls and various other records, discovering plenty of evidence that could have landed Kross in prison for a long time. She came to their new Lab, confronting them about this while Toman was only a year old a week after the first raids went down. Once again, Andrew was forced into a decision out of desperation, and agreed to give his testimony against various Family officials at their trials. Safety measures were put in place for him and his family, and all of his testimonies were anonymous. Worry of retribution from a surviving splinter cell was great amongst the people, and Kunai-net used strong shows of force to allay their fears.

 

The government decided to forget all about his crimes, due to the fact that he had never hurt anyone in the commission of them and considering his circumstances and the help he had offered, along with his pervious public service as a Tamer. In fact, despite having never published a peer-reviewed thesis paper that was accepted by the establishment, he was named a PokeGirl Professor in the exchange and allowed to keep his 'marriage' to the Pokewoman under wraps.

 

It was a bright, if cold, November day in Ruby City. Even inside one of the subway cars, he felt the chill right into his bones. He was bundled, though, and like everyone around him, was well used to the cold. Ruby citizens took a special sort of pride in their hardiness against the elements and other obstacles. The aging man was wearing a quiet smile on his face as he thought of his 'wife' at their witness-protection hotel room and their son, back at their new home in the country. All in all, his life had worked out fairly well, boom-and-bust curves aside.

 

It was about that time that the power failed, and the lights and heat all went out. The subway car was stalled in the middle of the pipe, and the passengers spent hours in the frigid and fearful darkness, feeling the ground shake as though a war was taking place above their heads.

 

In a very practical sense, it was. Nobody had been quite sure how, but a Widow, one of the deadliest PokeGirls known to the human race, had appeared inside the city and promptly began to destroy and butcher. Police, Tamer, and Kunoichi forces attempted to stop the raging behemoth, but she took out nearly a quarter of the entire city and killed hundreds of humans and multitudes more Pokegirls. Professor Kross would only find any of this out after they had been cut out of the car and rescued by a League team after the Widow had finally been defeated.

 

One of the residential quarters had been part of the destruction, and entire streets had just melted under thousands of crushing fissures and coatings of acid. Wrecked electrical lines danced dangerous sparks across ruined sidewalks. Buildings had fallen over, cutting off access to various districts. Over ten thousand were left utterly homeless, and many businesses were ruined by the catastrophe. It took days to sort out the dead, and months to sort out the living. A particularly heavy set of snowstorms kicked up right after the rampage, too, making it even more difficult to handle the roads and refugees.

 

His wife had not contacted him at all after the event, and Toman was sure that she would have made superhuman (literally) efforts to reach him. His mental empathy had been insufficient to support a Delta Bond, otherwise he would have had a very strong psychic connection to her, but as he was... no dice. He tried to get help, but humans took priority over the greater PokeGirl casualties, and many of the search teams took hours to remove PokeGirl remains in favor of deceased humans. He heard nothing at all about her.

 

In short order, his impatience got the best of him and he joined up on the spot with one of the civilian rescue teams to search the apartment complexes for survivors and drag them to government aid stations in central park. He figured that he would have some chance of finding his wife, however remote.

 

After hours, he got his 'wish'. In scouring the apartment block that she had been placed in by the police, Andrew had nearly exhausted all possible places before finally breaking through layers of snow and rubble to find a single Pokewoman corpse. He stood there, her name escaping from his lips in a reverent sorrow. "Yuliana..."

 

His Yuliana had suffocated under the heavy rubble, buried alive. Her empty vessel contained only traces of its once radiant beauty, showing signs of her severe exertions in trying to free herself. He eventually sat down against the wall, and just began to cry. He had taken so long that a second group had been sent in to help him, and found him still silently weeping next to the corpse. Even those rescuers that had problems with PokeGirls gave him nothing but a respectful silence, helping him move the body out.

 

The memory almost brought fresh tears to his old eyes, even after almost fifteen years. He finished his sad tale with a simple conclusion. "And that's who your mother was and where she... went. I didn't want to tell you before I felt you were ready to understand it all."

 

Toman didn't say anything at first, curling up in the couch. Finally, he asked, "What was she?"

 

"Hm?" Andrew smiled sadly. "She was an Airmaiden. An incredibly rare PokeGirl, who I found in Opal. Even with her lung capacity, hours and hours without anything new... she just couldn't make it. Her efforts weakened the rubble enough where I could claw through, ironically enough... Is there anything else you want to know, about her, or anything? I'm an open book now, son. I know you have questions."

 

"Actually, right now, Dad, I think I want to be alone. If you'll excuse me." He stood up, slowly making his way out of the room and passing Kiera as she nearly leapt through the door. Toman simply nodded to her, leaving without another word and going to his room.

 

Her eyes followed him down the stairs. She could just tell something was up. "You told him, didn't you?"

 

"Yes." The Professor leaned his head back against the couch and let out a shuddering sigh. "I just have this horrible feeling right in my gut... I just wanted him to know, before he left." He was only too aware of the dangers and trials of the world that he would be exposing Toman to. He held fast to his belief that it was a necessary thing, but a part of him felt extremely guilty for it. "Hm. It's almost that time again, isn't it?"

 

"If you can distract yourself from your serious business for long enough," Kiera confirmed, sitting in his lap. "Maybe I can cheer you up."

 

"I'm sure you're up to the job." Andrew chuckled morosely. Kiera was the only PokeGirl to remind him somewhat of Yuliana, although the Airmaiden was much more mentally capable and aware.

 

Outside, Marya was just approaching the Lab. When Toman wasn't spending time with her, trying to educate her or just talking or cuddling, he encouraged her to strike out on her own and explore the village. If this separation was during the day, Marya liked to go out and soak alongside the bush covering most of his window. She was close enough that she still felt almost by his side, and in an emergency she felt she could leap through the window quickly enough to protect him. The fact that Toman hadn't intended for her to stay around never entered her view of things.

 

Since her near-rape at the hands of the powerful Feral, she had become concerned with her ability to fight, and had sought combat training; bouts of sparring with Grace and even going out to Mosertack Ranch for some lessons. Toman encouraged this, although he was mostly unable to help her due to his recovery. In the space of a few days, her Master's PokeDex said that she was already half-way to level five. She even managed to do a vine whip, although it was short-ranged and still rather weak.

 

She was just returning from an exhausting fight, and almost buried her chest into the inviting soil before she heard the click of Toman's door locking. It had become familiar enough to her already, and she perked up slightly, straining to hear something. She considered calling out a greeting to him, but her ears were met with an odd noise.

 

Alarmed, the Boobisaur got to her feet, quietly peeking into the room. The teenager was curled up on his bed, sobbing, the obvious source of the disquieting noise. "Master..." Concerned for him, she easily climbed through the window and planted her dirty feet on the wooden floor. "Are you... ok?"

 

He scooped up the nearest pillow and tossed it at her, doing no damage. "Learn to knock."

 

"On the window?" She caught it, putting it down on the bed and having a seat, leaning against the wall and looking him over.

 

"... Yes. On the window."

 

"The open window?" Marya couldn't help but crack a small smile, and was greatly encouraged to see him return it, even though he was still looking away from her.

 

"Or on the wall adjacent to the window," Toman retorted. "You know what I mean, you aren't stupid... I just want to be alone right now." It was embarrassing to be openly crying, even if she was 'just' his PokeGirl. A part of his mind reflected on how long men had been feeling like fools about their emotions, and he knew he shouldn't be ashamed.

 

In an act of defiance, she scooted closer to him and took his head, pressing it against her chest lovingly. She was warm, but not nearly as warm as his face became, even slicked with tears. "Tell me what's wrong, Master."

 

He held onto her with both arms, hugging himself as close as possible and trying to still his staggered breathing. "Dad called me up into his study and told me about... Mom." Marya had learned from him before about his mother, and she understood, feeling another wave of sympathy. "I just... I'm angry, in a way," He admitted. "Dad never said anything about it at all. He wanted to protect me, but ignorance isn't a shield. I figured it was something like this."

 

"I kind of understand," She said, stroking his silky, long white hair, which was for once unrestricted and flowing freely down to his shoulders. "After all, I was abandoned as a tiny Kit by my parents near Mosertack. They found me before a carnivore, and then Prof. Kross bought me shortly after. He's like my dad." She, like all of the PokeGirls at the Lab, had literally no contact with the mysterious only son of the Professor.  Many times as a child she tried to meet with him, but he was nearly totally secluded, and it never happened.

 

Toman didn't say anything else, and eventually his sobs stopped and he began to breathe regularly, a tickling warmth that made her shiver slightly. He shook his head and pulled away from her, and nodded. "I'm alright now. I think."

 

"So I can go back to sunbathing?" That query got her attacked by several more pillows, the impacts barely registering against her green shoulder and hair.

 

"I should stick you in a PokeBall just for that, you uppity servant." Marya took that as a 'yes', and so she bounced up to her feet, giving him a great view of her chest, and then went nearly flying out the window.

 

"Then you wouldn't get to Tame me after I've recharged," Marya called out in a sing-song voice.

 

"Who's bringing up Taming? Go get Kiera to 'help' you or something, I'm still not physically fit. Although..." He pondered it. "It probably wouldn't kill me. Can't say I wouldn't like it." The plant-girl gave no reply, already in bliss from the energetic rays of the sun running up and down her bare body. She could even ask Father for help if I can't do it yet. The thought of his father going where he had already been almost drove him into a second round of crying, from revulsion.

 

 

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Toman took a few deep breaths, and pulled out the minimized Pokeball from his pocket. Marya looked around his shoulder at it, standing by his side. The PokeGirl checked the door's lock and then turned to nod at him. "Ready when you are, Master."

 

It was time to meet the Mynx he had 'stolen' from Dom. Toman was hoping that her lung problems and her state of being tamed would keep her from violence. Marya was ready for the worst, though, pumped up for action and bouncing on the balls of her feet.

 

He clicked the button, holding it out and watching the beam of pure white light weave through the air, landing on the polished wooden floor. The energy swirled and pulsed, flaring out and assuming the form of a girl, revealing her after a moment. The girl's form was feminine, but more petite and taller than Marya. Her fur was beautiful, even though it had obviously never been groomed. She looked around the room, eyes bright and wide, fearful and curious. He didn't need the Dex to confirm it as she started mewing her species name softly- Taming Shock. This girl was Feralborn.

 

She tilted her head, looking from the human to the Boobisaur in obvious confusion. Marya almost laughed, both from how cute it looked and also because, as she put it, "She's wondering where the people she raped are, I bet."

 

"Probably." Toman remembered from his study on the subject that a PokeGirl undergoing Taming Shock was pretty much the same as a Tame girl, only she was unable to say anything but her breed. The Mynx looked terrified, however, and began to back up until her back hit Toman's bed. He felt a stab of guilt. "The Shock was probably worse for her, trapped in the isolation of Pokeball storage instead of the comfort of her master's embrace." That's all my fault, of course. He hadn't even considered how such a thing would affect her until just now.

 

Although mostly conventions and traditions had no stock with Toman, he figured he would try something and see if it actually helped. He pulled himself together, trying to look at things a little less emotionally. In the long run, it was probably better for the Girl to have him as a Tamer, as had been amply demonstrated in the Samara Forest. He tried to become more 'Tamer-like' in his demeanor, stern, controlling, but still caring. Like a parent. That is required by law to have sex with their kids... Ok, ok, analogy done. No more analogies for me. Icky. He reached out a hand to her and let a friendly smile materialize on his delicate face. "Hello," He said, deliberately and clearly. "My name is Toman Kross. It's very nice to meet you."

 

She stared at him, not giving any indication she had heard him. He pressed on, "This is my partner, Marya." and motioned to the green plant girl, who bowed. "I know you couldn't tell me your name... although you probably don't have one. That was your first time being Tamed, wasn't it?"

 

The low-level Taming Cycle that she had been run through at the PokeCenter along with her healing had told her general information about the world and how things worked. Professor Kross also arranged that basic Russian and English were taught to the Girl via TM during the cycle. The Mynx had been informed about her status, and told that when she was let out of her Pokeball she was supposed to obey her master's commands without question. She had been gifted with the blessing of language, something she had never before conceived of, but now couldn't imagine without. She had been going over the new information implanted within her mind for what seemed like a never-ending darkness, trapped in a space neither real nor dream. All she had were her own thoughts... and those produced by the Taming Cycle. It had been very lonely... just when she had found the warmth that she had been searching for all of her life, she was sealed away.

 

The Mynx slowly nodded, the first encouraging sign to him. "I'm sorry for leaving you in there for so long... but I got... injured." He kept smiling, mindful of the faintest of throbs throughout his shoulder. "I'm your new Master, and from now on I promise you'll never be alone, for as long as I live."

 

Never be alone? She had known nothing but loneliness and a yawning, gaping hunger for her entire life. The feral Mynx that had conceived her out of Pathogenesis, the method of PokeGirl reproduction, had pretty much abandoned her as soon as she learned the bare necessities of survival. It was still an incredibly tough life, and she had nearly died more times than her foggy, animalistic brain could recall. Her memories of anything before being in the Pokeball were... like a twisted dream. Or a series of nightmares.

 

Toman's words, the way he seemed to be in comforting control of the entire situation, gave her deprived, freshly awakened mind hope, and abruptly she got to her feet, lunging for him. Marya tensed up, but relaxed considerably once she saw her intent, arms outstretched. The Mynx slammed into Toman, hugging him and making him fall roughly onto his back. "Oof!" Some pain went through his mind, but the warmth of the nimble PokeGirl was more important at the moment.

 

"M-master," She wheezed, beginning to sob and clinging tightly to his chest. Her first words of human speech came like the steps of a toddler, slowly growing into her new ability. "N-never..." He used one arm to prop himself up and the other to gently pat her.

 

Marya cocked an eyebrow. "Well, that was easy."

 

"Maybe Karma is rewarding me," Toman suggested. Then again, an ignorant and lonely mind will accept anything it's offered... I only hope I can live up to my word. "First things first, then. Do you have a name or are we going to have to think up something terribly clever?"

 

She paused. The information that she had went over several thousand times clearly said that her master was most likely to try and have sex with her first, and sort out details like a name later on, if at all. This person didn't appear interested in it at all. She tried to speak again, the Shock still giving her considerable difficulty as well as the unfamiliarity with speech. "N-n-no... " She pointed outside the window, in the direction of the forest.

 

"Right, stupid question. I knew that." He looked up at Marya. "Ideas?"

 

She shrugged. "You're the Tamer. Use that big human brain of yours and conjure something up."

 

He ignored her faux-patronizing tone and took a few moments, before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, having had them knocked slightly down. "I know. You will be Irena. Peace." Here's to all of us finding some of that on our journey. Their fates were all linked now, of that Toman could be sure.

 

Toman thought that she would want to Tame, even though she was already becoming fully sane, but instead Irena simply cuddled with him until she fell into her first warm sleep in forever. He frowned and looked up at Marya for help, and she gently lifted her off of him, placing her on the bed and covering her in sheets. "Some time out in the air will do her good."

 

"I hope." She seemed more like an innocent child than a bioweapon, created for the destruction of the entire human race. That's what Sukebe created them for, but they can overcome that. With some help. Toman couldn't help but smile as he looked over at Marya. "So, I think it's high time I stopped neglecting you, you poor, deprived little girl."

 

Kiera had been kept well north of being in any danger, thanks to the help of the Pokegirls and Lab Aides around, but she was as eager as ever, literally dragging him off to the closest unoccupied room and locking them in together. Both still suffered from inexperience, but with more than enough enthusiasm they got by. They both also reached their climaxes relatively quickly, laying in each others arms for a while and forgetting the world. Half an hour after they went into the closet, Toman get hastily dressed and they made sure nobody else was around before exiting.

 

"What now?" She asked, hugging herself against his arm and making sure he felt the curves of her body.

 

After they had finished, Toman had reminded himself to check their gear, which was all in order and ready for their departure. "I'm kind of excited about leaving home. Get to go out and see the city... we'll catch tomorrow's train heading into Shelaya City from Mosertack." By all rights, the 'Village' of Mosertack was just the collection of houses for the Tamers, Breeders and Workers who lived on the impressive Ranch. It did rate a pretty major rail line passing through it where Samara itself didn't, however.

 

Marya approved. "Let's go tell the Professor about your plan." They had made their way to his room and checked in on the Mynx, making sure she was still comfortably asleep.

 

Both of them searched through the rest of the Lab, and were about to go into the Professor's private study when the doorbell began to ring. Toman was on the steps leading up right in front of the door, and looked down into the large glass frames to see Dom waiting. He got there before one of the research assistants did, and opened the door. "Hey," He greeted the blonde.

 

"Afternoon," He acknowledged. "Is Marya's Tamer here? I wanna borrow her for another practice match with Grace."

 

The Boobisaur made a face at him. "You know why Master's been neglecting me. It's your fault anyway. And hasn't that little girl had enough from this morning?"

 

"Little?!" The Torch Chick shoved her way into the doorway, wearing a pair of denim jeans and nothing else, her flat chest too sensitive for even a shirt. "You aren't much taller than me, Marya!" 

 

By way of a reply, Marya put an arm under her impressive chest and propped it up proudly, expression smug. "I'm much, much larger where it really counts, dear."

 

Grace seemed to live up well to her type, temper flaring as did her powers, causing the ambient temperature to increase five or six degrees. "You..." She stamped her foot. "I'm tired of you making fun of me because of my... my... my little tits! It's not fair!"

 

Dom laughed nervously. "Calm down, you two. I had something a little different in mind than a regular battle. Toman, how would you like to help me practice for the Sex League?"

 

The thinner teenager leaned against the railing for the stairs. "I wasn't aware you went that way, my friend. Nothing against it, but I prefer females."

 

"Yes, yes, you're a comedic genius. Look, I've been helping Marya to almost level up, why can't you two return the favor? It won't take long." That was probably true. Both Pokegirls could still safely be classified as 'sexually inexperienced', like their Tamers.

 

 Toman was about to hand him an out-and-out refusal, but took a moment to think it out. Damn that would be an incredibly hot thing to watch. The rate at which he was willing to shed what he thought was his core value of being 'demure' about sex was truly astonishing. A few weeks ago he would have said 'absolutely not' out of hand and been slightly disturbed by the concept.

 

But now... That was probably more a commentary on the general human condition than his own morals. He hoped.

 

His only worry would be the spectators. If they took it to the public Battle Arena that the Town sported near the playground, every male with a pulse in Samara would probably turn out to watch. A live Sex Battle would be quite the welcome spectacle. "Alright, but on the condition we take it to a more private venue. Specifically, out back of the Lab, we have some gardens and a large hedged-off space that could serve as a battlefield. Marya? Are you good to go?"

 

The Boobisaur nodded. "Not that you aren't enough, Master, but the thought of sexually owning this little girl is... yummy." She licked her lips and Toman repressed a sigh. She was insatiable, it seemed. Grace wasn't intimidated, glaring back at her.

 

"We'll see how you like my new technique," The Torch Chick said, turning around and ushering her Master out the door. Toman and his Girl followed, and they circled the large building, climbing into the gardens and saying 'hello' to the Ingenue gardener who was watering the plants. The space was not hard to find, enclosed on all sides by hedges slightly taller then they were, and about thirty meters across.

 

"This is an odd thing to have," Dom remarked.

 

 "Yeah, I thought so too. Apparently this used to be the place to hold battles, before the Arena was 'constructed'." Toman pointed out the faded white chalk lines in the dirt, going to the far side. Marya stood between him and their opponents. "Well, I've seen the Sex League on TV, so I think I can tell you the rules. Three orgasms and you lose, is that about it?" Even if Marya thinks she's all ready for another bout, the fact that she's just come will... actually I think it'll be a disadvantage in this setting. Son of a bitch.

 

"That is correct." Dom said. "And we're ready whenever you are."

 

"Go, Marya!" He ran through his mind, thinking of any Sex Attacks that he knew a Boobisaur was even capable of doing. "Use..." The idea hit him like a thunderclap. "Lust Dust!" The wicked smile came to his face even as Dom realized what was about to happen, and pulled his shirt up to cover his mouth. The plant-girl knelt, taking a deep breath and beginning to secrete the 'toxic' dust into the air. The clouds of semi-transparent vapor wrapped around Grace before she could react, and she tried to stop breathing.

 

"Hurry up and counterattack, with your Warm Embrace," Dom commanded her, his voice slightly muffled through the fabric over his mouth. Grace obeyed, taking her natural heat and radiating it throughout the front of her body and her arms as she dashed across the battlefield at Marya. If she could get her into a sensual hug using this technique, the Plant-type would be incredibly vulnerable, and completely at her mercy, unable to follow up on her Lust Dust.

 

"Evade," Toman shouted. "Get out of the way!" Marya was just recovering from the concentration and exertion of making so much Lust Dust that she barely acknowledged the order, sidestepping at the last moment. "Stay out of her reach until she has to breathe in and we'll have the advantage." The thin boy was so concentrated on the battle he didn't notice that the Dust had given him an erection, which made his much larger than average cock push impressively against the fabric of his pants.

 

She giggled. "What's the matter, Grace?" The Boobisaur asked, once again dodging Grace's attempts to hug her tightly. "You look like you're eager already, without the Dust. Isn't your Tamer keeping you satisfied? Not that it would be very hard to do so..." Toman resisted the urge to laugh, realizing he might draw literal fire from the flammable Pokegirl if he did so. "Just take a nice, long breath and I promise you it'll be over soon."

 

Even the hotheaded Girl knew better then to spit out a 'proper' retort, rushing Marya three more times before her crying lungs finally forced her to relent. She gasped, greedily taking in the air, poisoned or not, caring only about taking the next breath. The effect of the Lust Dust saturation was almost instantaneous, and sent a shiver down her entire body. Her mind, deprived of air and infected by feelings of incredible, primal lust, almost completely blanked out and she literally collapsed, shaking and moaning.

 

"Damn," Toman said. "That's incredibly potent for such a low-level Pokegirl." Then again, Torch Chicks aren't masters of sexual endurance. Marya heard the praise and beamed. "Alright, go in and finish her off. Doesn't matter how, just make it fast." With the Dust active in her system she'll likely have orgasms like falling dominoes. This battle is ours.

 

Marya decided on some Vine violation play, to train her Vine Whip abilities, which would be useful in and out of combat. She sauntered up to the writhing, feverishly warm Pokegirl and knelt, beginning to concentrate as hard as she could. After a moment, she had the sensation of growing, and a single thin green tendril appeared, slithering out of her back. She heard her master's voice praising her for that, and felt like she was on top of the world as she started to penetrate the slimmer girl.

 

Grace cried out, as the thick bud tipping the vine slid into her vagina like the head of a penis would. She was no virgin, but her inner walls were still tight and they squeezed around the vine as it slid further and further inside of her. Marya dealt with the new sensations, getting a bit wet from all the stimulation, but it was nothing like what the Fire-type was feeling. It took all of one minute before she came, screaming and clawing at Marya.

 

"Play with her nipples," Toman ordered as an afterthought. "The Dex says they're really sensitive there-" His advice was cut off by another prolonged female scream. "... Holy crap."

 

"Marya looks like a natural at this, doesn't she?"

 

"Yeah, I wonder if-" Toman paused, turning to look at the source of the voice and finding Kiera standing there at one of the lanes through the hedges. "Oh, hey." Were he less aroused at the moment, he might have considered it embarrassing and berated her for watching his first sex battle, but now he could only think of how great she looked. She wore her usual outfit- almost nothing, a maid uniform with over half of the fabric cut out, making an incredibly revealing and flattering look for her.

 

She easily determined the reason why he paused, and giggled, staring herself at his pants. "I see the Dust has gotten to you, too." The experienced maid was careful not to actually enter the semi-enclosed space where the remnants of the Lust Dust still floated. If she did, she'd be there far too long screwing them all into the ground. As it was, she felt more urge than usual to seduce the teenager, but kept that in line.

 

"That, or watching the lesbian sex," He postulated, amazed at the easiness with which he said such a thing, before glancing back to the match in time to see the third 'fall', so to speak. Marya had left the lucky Torch Chick a shivering, thoroughly satisfied mess. She gave her a kiss and whispered something in her ear that made the other girl visibly react before pulling away, standing up.

 

"Taste the sting of defeat," Toman said, dryly, hugging Marya when she made her way over to him.

 

"Yes, yes," Dom rolled his eyes. "You're so superior. You just got lucky Grace never got a hold of you, Marya. That Burning Embrace would have gotten you nice and helpless. Then you wouldn't have had any advantage from the dust."

 

"It still slightly disturbs me that there are actual tactical theorems we could look up to see which of our plans was more likely to succeed," Toman said. "Not that I'm that interested. Either way, we have the victory." He kissed his Pokegirl happily. "Wonderful job, Marya."

 

Dom pulled out Grace's Pokeball, obviously aware that she wasn't going to be getting up on her own power quickly, and returned her. "Oh well. We'll have to work on her speed so that she can catch her opponents more quickly."

 

"Hey, during the fight I remembered something," The dark-skinned waif of a boy said. "We're thinking of hopping on the rail to Shelaya City as soon as tomorrow afternoon. Are you going to head out that way, or skip the Boot Camp altogether?"

 

"Think I'll go, but it won't be for a while more," Dom answered. "It'll be my first time going so far from the nest, and I know the same holds true for you. I'll need some time to say goodbye to it all." Upon reflection, Samara Village was rather rare. It existed due to a number of favorable conditions, in a safe haven that allowed for a very peaceful development. Neither boy was entirely sure what stepping out of the bubble would be like, but it was sure to be a tough journey. Tougher than Toman would have preferred. "Hey, did you get the Prof's ok to leave so soon?"

 

Toman blinked. "Um. We were about to, then you showed up and kicking your ass naturally assumed a higher priority."

 

"Well," The blonde said, pretending to take great offense. "I won't hold you up any longer then, O Master of Pokegirls." With that, he turned and exited the small arena, hopping across the loosely defined properties of the villagers on his way to the PokeCenter.

 

"Are you ok, Marya?" He asked his Boobisaur, as she shivered slightly. He feared that she was going to leap into a raucous taming mood again, but it could have also been pure fatigue.

 

She nodded. "I'm just a little tired out. I put out a crap-load of Lust Dust in that fight, Master." She snuggled against his thin shoulder. "I wanna nap." The sun's rays still shone straight down upon them, and she longed to just sunbathe for a while and completely recover herself.

 

"Go ahead," He assented. "I'll go talk to Father." Having been dismissed from a job well done, she made her way to the bush that she had grown personally acquainted with and flopped down on her belly.

 

Toman paused as Kiera tapped him on the shoulder. "I'll go with you to his study," She offered. "I need to, um, see him about taking care of some things." The Stretchymaid was so visibly aroused that Toman would have found it amusing were he not also in such a state. The thought of his father performing acts of Taming penetrated his mental haze horrifically fast, and he was soon utterly sober.

 

"Thanks," He said, although she didn't know what for, and went back inside the spacious laboratory's front door, kicking off his shoes. Climbing the stairs, he knocked several times upon the large wooden doors to the Professor's personal study.

 

Kross looked up from his computer, whose screen was full of information that assumed the form of a complicated sheet of charts and graphs. Hand-written paper notes were scattered about the desk, as well as used data disks. "Enter," He said after a moment, and his thoughts were banished by the profile of his son in the doorway, in front of Kiera. "Ah, Toman, Kiera. What's up?"

 

Kiera silently let him go first, and the wiry teenager walked into the room with his usual near-silent footsteps. "I just wanted to discuss some plans with you, Father. I was thinking on taking the Mosertack Rail up to Shelaya tomorrow afternoon."

 

"That's an awfully quick departure."

 

"I just wanted to get to the city with some time to get my bearings before Boot Camp begins," Toman explained to him. Although he did love the village, he felt much less of it than Dom. Secluded from most interactions in his youth,  he had always seen it as a good jumping-off point for his life in science, rather than the permanent home most people sought.

 

Andrew Kross laughed. "You always did want to see one of Ruby's larger cities. The circumstances of your journey now are probably something you didn't expect, though."

 

"That's an understatement." Aside from vague thoughts about Pokegirl research assistants, the boy had never had any thoughts about actually owning any Pokegirls- only studying them. He was the sort of person who could react to drastic change surprisingly well, but it was still becoming difficult to accept all of it. "So, I do I have your leave?" It was important to him that his father was alright with it, if only for the reason that the Professor would be footing the bill for the train ticket.

 

"Perhaps you could push your departure back for a day or so? I am in the middle of monitoring Feral populations, but the devices I'm using require battery replacement every month or so, since they operate constantly." Toman nodded, having heard of Lab Aides talk about going out in the forest for the monitoring units several months ago. "I thought you might like tagging along with the party I'm sending out. Unlike your.... last excursion, you will be well supplied, prepared, and have backup. In case."

 

Toman frowned, bringing up a hand to the place in his shoulder that still occasionally throbbed from the gunshot wound. "You'd think I'd be more nervous about returning to the forest... but I'm not, really. Maybe we'll run across a young Feral, and I can have my first proper battle with Marya." He wisely decided to neglect telling the Professor about his Sex Battle experience earlier.

 

"That's the spirit," His father said approvingly. "It should take several hours to hike to the ten different devices and place the new batteries. They're spread out beyond the sonic barriers, obviously, in great wild Pokegirl ground. After that, you can get some rest, recover your strength, and be off for Shelaya the day after tomorrow."

 

Toman said, "That sounds... wonderful." Hours of walking and working sounded, in fact, nothing of the sort, but he knew as a Tamer he would need to get used to such conditions in a hurry. Without further discussion, he departed, seeming to storm off but really just eager to get out of sound range before Kiera had his father on the couch.

 

He had been enjoying some genuine peace and quiet in his own room, next to the sleeping, furry form of his second Pokegirl, when she abruptly began to awaken. He looked up from his book and smiled, giving her a small wave of recognition as her drowsy eyes slowly focused onto him. "Hey. How was your sleep?" He asked.

 

She opened her mouth, a few breathy noises coming out of it. Irena blushed at her inability to speak, seeming embarrassed by it. "It's alright," Toman said calmly. "This must all still be horribly new to you. I know some of how that must feel... so we'll just be taking it slowly." The Mynx nodded gratefully, sitting up.

 

"One moment," He said, getting to his feet and walking over to the half-open window, throwing it completely open with a soft bang. "Oi, Marya! Marya!" He nearly shouted out at her.

 

Marya moaned softly, stirring from her comfortable perch atop the enriched soil near the healthy bushes. "W-wha?" She mumbled tiredly, trying to squint out into the darkness that was only alleviated by the faint reading light from Toman's room.

 

"Wake up and go to sleep," He ordered her, somehow maintaining a straight face even though he didn't need to in the darkness.

 

"... Come again?" Her mind took a few processor loops to figure out he was cracking a joke, but it still failed to come up with any reason for him to disturb her. Unless he doesn't wanna sleep alone. D'aww. Her Master had grown deliciously prone to keeping her out and around him as much as humanly possible, especially during sleep.

 

"Maybe after you've taken your shower and joined your Harem-sister in my bed. I need living blankets and Kiera's a bit busy right now." That seemed enough incentive for Marya to drag her lazy body out of the earth and shamble inside, headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. As a domesticated Feralborn, she got some of the benefits from both sides of the equation, and was obviously well-versed in personal hygiene. "Oh, hey, wait," He said, intercepting her in the hallway. "Maybe this would be a good time to help teach Irena how to use a shower and all that. She probably hasn't a clue."

 

Marya raised an eyebrow. "Now that sounds like a wonderful idea." She peeked into his room and beckoned for the meek girl on the bed, who stood up and joined them in the hall. "Time for your first shower," She declared happily. "Although, thinking about it, you don't smell all that bad..."

 

"Probably learned how to wash herself in a river," Toman guessed. "It's still something I'd prefer all my Pokegirls had- proper hygiene, that is. Oh and also I suppose I'm going to have to be in the bathroom while you wash her?"

 

The Boobisaur nodded. "We're going to get you totally over that inherent stupidity about sexuality if it's the only thing I accomplish in the entire world." Irena was utterly silent, trying to drink in the conversation and process the foreign method of communication in a way she could understand. Her focus was broken as the other girl seized her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom, using the other arm to do the same thing to her Master. "Eep," She said, startled and instinctively trying to draw back for a moment.

 

"It's alright," Toman assured her, although his opinion found itself changed when Marya began to remove his clothing. "Woah! I said watch, not join," He objected even as his shirt went over his head and muffled his complaints for a moment. Irena turned red, but didn't miss this chance to look over the male.

 

"Might as well save water," She said. "And get her more comfortable with you." Sometimes, it was beginning to feel like Toman didn't know who was the Master and who was the servant. He was placated with a tender kiss as she pulled out the hair-bands confining his ponytail. She removed his pants, making sure her chest rubbed against him in a way that stoked his already growing arousal.

 

"Are you trying to turn this into more than a shower?" Toman asked. "Because if so, you're doing a good job at it." He found Irena's inspection of him a little embarrassing, especially when she stopped a good thirty seconds to stare at what was below his waist. "I'm flattered, really." He had always found his natural endowment to be curiously discordant with the rest of his lithe, graceful form, but now felt it would probably come in handy one day.

 

"Of course not, Master. Wouldn't want to stress your poor heart." The way she said that told him everything he needed to know, if the way she slid down his boxers hadn't. Irena's audible gasp and the stares of both Pokegirls only seemed to make his erection grow even larger. He stepped out of his socks himself, and removed his glasses, placing them on the sink counter.

 

Marya shook her head, turning away. "I'm acting like I'm still some fresh-faced kit." She pulled the shower's thin glass door open and turned on the water, adjusting its temperature for about a minute until she had gotten it just right. "Okay, come on you two." She stepped in first, letting out an involuntary sigh as the warm water caressed her body. Their fatigues seemed collectively forgotten, and Toman allowed Irena to get in next. With three people, the shower cubicle seemed like a small, intimate world of its own.

 

"Have a seat," She said, and Toman was only too happy to sit down on the same shower stool that he had used last time he showered with Marya. "Now you sit on his lap, Irena dear." She seemed hesitant to do this, so embarrassed it looked like she might literally die. She obeyed nonetheless, sitting on him and forcing his engorged penis down, against her inner thighs, and sent sensations across her most private areas whenever she nervously fidgeted.

 

The Boobisaur took the bar of soap and a wash-rag, getting it wet and soapy. "Time to get you squeaky clean," She said to her before beginning to scrub her with it. The PokeGirl gasped and moaned as she ran the cloth over every inch of her body, especially focusing on her breasts and the valley of her thighs. Toman watched this going on, in awe of how lucky he was when she began wiggling her bottom just to try and let his penis spring up so she could get at it better. He managed to keep her from moving by hugging her around the waist while Marya continued to work.

 

Finally sufficiently lathered, she took the wash-rag and blasted the soap off in the shower's jet of water. After it was saturated with water, she began the slow process of scrubbing off the soap. Irena felt so teased and taunted, her sexual desires increasing by the moment with every delicious touch. She finally found the will and ability to speak, a single, breathy word; "Please...."

 

"Don't worry, honey," Marya cooed, "After I'm finished you can feel all of Master's huge cock inside of you." She was almost done, and eventually pronounced the subject clean. "Good as new," She cheerfully pronounced. "Alright, now go ahead and have your reward for being such a good girl during this whole thing."

 

Toman released her, ordering her to turn around. She complied, sitting with her legs around him as though she was preparing to favor him with a lap-dance and holding herself just above. There was no subtlety or sexual foreplay in this, however; Toman aligned himself perfectly and then began to press up, remembering to be gentle lest his length hurt her. It still did, and she let out a number of squeaks and moans as her incredibly tight vagina was forced to slowly stretch, and stretch, and stretch. When the Mynx began to cry he felt a pang but told her that it would be over soon.

 

He kept going, until almost all of him was buried in her and she was clinging to him so tightly it hurt. The slow pace was killing Toman, who pulled back and slid in just a little bit faster. This time it was easier, and she exhibited less pain and more pleasure. By the third penetration Irena looked to be in bliss, so he began to take a crescendo rhythm, sliding in and out. She shook like a leaf and cried out, being so enthusiastic about it that Marya was forced to finger herself to keep from pouncing them both during their special moment.

 

Toman, from being off-and-on horny for hours, didn't last very long at all, holding her tight as he loosed some of his seed into her. He didn't slacken his efforts by much, though, using his hands to bring her to climax minutes later. Marya came as well at the sight of them, her masturbation leaving her sitting on the running water against the wall tile.

 

Irena was wheezing and shaking as she held onto him like he was a lifeline, desperate for all the affection she could get. Toman was being generous with said affection, motioning to Marya to join them in the living pile on top of the stool. They were there, careless of time and all things of the world, until the hot water ran out and they got an unpleasantly sobering shock. Marya giggled as Irena flailed innocently, trying to get away from the cold water and nearly slipping onto her face before the Boobisaur caught her with a vine. "I'm getting better at using this thing," She said proudly, although the exertion was still a strain on her.

 

"But you can still only make one," Toman chastised. "And you'll probably be our main fighter, too; because of Irena's racial disability, even though she's level seven, she's got very low endurance and strength. You could most likely take her." He was surprised he was that sapient after having his mind almost blown away, toweling himself off and handing Marya two more, one for each of the girls.

 

"She could still make a decent warrior if we can teach her some high-damage moves. Then she could soften the enemy up before I roll in with my more endurance-heavy style." Marya considered herself somewhat learned on the subject of Pokegirl tactics- it was one of the things she was allowed to study throughout most of her life.

 

"The Dex says that she can only learn a few basic combat moves. That doesn't mean she can't get others, but it'll be difficult." The Tamer shrugged. "At least she's got a better attitude than you. A lot quieter, too." Irena still wasn't talking at all, just listening as though this banter was the most interesting thing she'd ever heard. Marya had dried her off, careful not to start 'molesting' her again- they did need to get to bed sometime.

 

"And yet you still love me more?" She said, giving him some puppy-plant eyes.

 

"Of course," He obliged, finishing drying his silky white hair and putting his glasses back on. "Ok, now I just hope nobody is awake in the hallway when we sneak back into my room..." Luck was on his side, and the dark hallway held nothing but their own long shadows, framed by the moonlight-giving window. He got into his room, toggling the light-switch and quickly digging about in his closet for a fresh set of clothing. He never slept in pajamas- always fully clothed, wrinkles be damned. Marya was whistling at him in admiration, only to start going 'Aww' in disappointment as he covered himself up.

 

Toman yawned. "Behave," He groaned, putting the glasses back down on his bed's night-stand before plopping down with literally zero elegance. Fatigue piled on him, and gravity felt more intense than usual. He felt the warm weights  clamber onto either side of him, snuggling into his thin, lanky frame.

 

"I... love you," Irena choked out, directing it both to her Master and to her harem-sister. It sat in the darkness for a moment, and then a hand came and ruffled her hair-fur playfully.

 

"Titto," Toman replied in a common expression meaning 'I agree with that', or 'Same as what she said'. Marya just fondly pecked her on the cheek, moments before the human drifted off into a comfortable darkness.