(7/07/304 – 1720 –  Acerola Market – Crescent League)

 

            “The price is 120,000 SLC, kid.”

            “And, I’m offering you 55,000.”

            “Although you definitely have some balls, I cannot take that big of a cut. For your effort though, I’ll give it to you for 110,000”

            “For your effort, I’ll give you 75,000.”

            The shopkeeper rubbed her aching skull. Look, 110,000 is a damn good price for what you’re asking for.,” she stated tiredly.

            “I’m a greedy prick. I’m offering you seventy-five grand,” Richard stood his ground and crossed his arms. The Ingenue was about ready to crack the cash register over the customers head. Richard was being an ass by asking for ridiculous cuts in price. His strategy was to ask for something absurd, and progressively becoming slightly more reasonable, wearing down his opponent’s patients until they hopefully give into a decent cut, one that’s still considerably large but small when juxtaposed to the initial ones. It seemed to be doing a fine job of pissing of the shopkeep.

            “You can have it for 100,000.”

            “80,000.”

            “Come on.”

            “Eighty.”

            “No.”

            “What’s your next offer?”

            “Get out.”

            “Okay, 95,000.”

            “Can’t you understand that I can’t?!” she screamed.

            “You can’t take a 5,000 cut?”

            “No, that’s too low.”

            “97,000.”

            “If I say 98,000, will you take it and leave?” pokégirl said gritted her teeth.

            Richard nodded while he forked over the money through his ‘dex account and gathered his new goods. “Thanks for the business!” Richard chirped.

            The Ingenue pointed at the door. “OUT!”

 

(Same day, 2000 – Acerola Pokécenter – Crescent League.

 

            Richard was drilling all of his ‘girls and doing so hard……… in battle. The fight that they had gotten into with the three attacking tamer’s was the closest to death that he had ever been, and it was terrifying. He noticed that everyone, including himself, was relying on Morgan’s time magic far too much. He by no means was going to stop using it, but it was going to be under necessity only. He had his Tick-Tock alternating between fighting with Fighting techniques only and using Magic only, excluding time magic of course. Over the last few days, he had picked up some new clothes for everyone, a few evolutionary items including a moonstone to evolve Ylva with, a huge supply of T2’s, and a handful of and a few other odds and ends to train the harem with. Plus, he tested for his storage license so he could store the Domina he never sold as well as anything else he may catch and want to mull over before selling/keeping. Downside to the shopping and otherwise enjoyment that came from the city was that he’s broke now. After somehow going nuts and splurging all his money, including that which he had saved for the past two and a half years, on rare and useful T2s for ‘future use,’ he thanked the heavens that the taming profession could live off the land. There was reason to all of this money expenditure. He was not going to allow himself to get swarmed like he was earlier again under any circumstances, so a lot of his money had gone towards training equipment.

            Right now, Ylva was wearing a Diamond booster and was on a full offensive with Agrona, who had no booster. The idea was that Agrona would be pushed hard while the new Ylva would be trying to control herself. She now stood a few inches above ten feet with a new set of curves in both forms to make anyone drool. The sparring wasn’t exactly going according to plan due to Ylva’s increase in size and strength from the evolution, but Richard warned his new WolfQueen whenever she was getting carried away. Morgan was doing her magical exercises that Richard had set up for her ages ago, and when she finished with that Richard was going to hand her a Wand booster and send her against Ylva with no booster, while he would hand Agrona an Emerald booster and send her against Ariadne with no booster. He wasn’t yet comfortable with giving the celestial her booster due to her being feralborn. He had already slapped a Speech T2 and Charge T2. Right now, the Myobu was becoming accustomed to interpreting words and carrying out basic commands. This presented an opportunity to not only observe her abilities under controlled circumstances, but to also become more accustomed to her presence and hopefully help him get past her celestial nature so he wouldn’t find her quite so repulsive. It was good practice, and she was too damn cute for him to stay disgusted for too long.

            “Hey you!” Richard turned towards the offending voice. He had been busy calling out advice to Ariadne as she danced away from Agrona’s attacks. She was doing well, but running out of stamina quickly. Richard eyed a young man. The stranger had the arrogance of youth about him and such would probably breed conflict.

            “Is it safe to assume you’re talking to me?” Richard replied.

            “I challenge you for the Slutton,” the kid declared.

            Richard eyed him from behind his sunglasses in speculation. The so called kid was probably around his age, but he was immature, nothing he wanted to bother with. “No thanks. My ‘girls are busy trainin’ right now,” he gave the kid a dismissive gesture, “No time and no need.”

            The challenger’s eyes bulged. He pulled a miniaturized pokéball from his belt and brought it to full size. Before he could use it, his arm abandoned his body from the elbow. It flew back behind him in a fountainous display of blood and left its owner to collapse from the pain. Richard’s index finger was pointed lazily at the spot where body and limb were previously joined together. He rarely had use for his magic, but at least his chi-enforced magic could still take out a punk, although it was a good thing he didn’t seem to have any blood traits that increased his durability. Anyone with Stone Skin would’ve probably giggled from a light tickling sensation rather than this.

            “WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!” shouted a rather angry looking Nursejoy.

 

(Same day, 2200 – Acerola Police Department – Crescent League)

 

            He’s back, broadcasted Sybil.

            “Looks like he is a trouble magnate,” added her friend.

            Richard saw the two and waved as he was being led in by a few Officers and a Growlie. One of the ‘Jennies punched him in the side when he did so. It was uncalled for because he hadn’t technically been arrested, instead “called in for questioning,” but Richard chuckled it off, despite the rather large bruise he felt forming. Once he was stuffed into an interrogation room, he was sat down into a metal chair with another ‘Jenny and the Growlie that brought him in standing at the other side of the table.

            “Okay, why’d you do it?” the ‘Jenny began.

            “I request the presence of a psychic,” Richard stated, ignoring her question.

            The Growlie snorted. “You have Dark blood traits, you don’t need one.”

            “Show me the display saying I do or bring me a psychic,” he firmly demanded, fighting faulty logic with faulty logic. They were using the Fallacy of Irrelevance: Straw Man, to try and fish for information. They would present him as something he may or may not be and attack it in order to win the conflict. In this case, by saying he had Dark blood traits, they were operating on that supposed fact because it’s much easier to beat up a punching bag than an actual opponent. If Richard accepted the claims, they would continue to operate on such or use it to get him with perjury. If he denied it, they would know he had no Dark blood traits. Richard used the Falacy of Unwarranted Assumption: False Dilemma, by stating their options and unreasonably limiting them to those stated. For some reason, when this is done, the person being given the options tends to see those as the only options. Richard did this, because he knew that they had no evidence of his supposed possession of Dark blood traits and wanted them to bring in a psychic. The False Dilemma increased his chances of that. Being trained for this kind of thing, it was unlikely that they’d fall for it, but if they could use faulty logic to their own ends then he was too gosh darn it.

            “Stop stalling,” the Jenny raised her voice. Such things would probably breed into intimidation tactics and they would most likely use the Fallacy of Unwarranted Assumption: False Cause to try and frame him with some devious motivation and start pulling fabricated stories of false evidence out their asses. Not one to bore himself with such things, Richard slouched down into his chair and stretched out his legs, which looked rather strange because of his size.

            “I await the psychic,” he said before resting his head one the metal table. “She might have to wake me, fair warning.” With that Richard’s body slumped and became motionless.

            “You just have to answer our questions and this’ll aaaaallll be over,” the fire-type stated slowly in a condescending manner. They waited for a minute or two. The Officerjenny leaned forward and snapped her fingers in front of Richard’s face.

            “I think he’s actually asleep,” she said, “Oh yuck! He’s drooling on my papers.”

 

(Date unknown – Dream Time)

 

            A Ka-D-Bra walked through the nothingness. The area she stood in was rather unnerving. It was difficult to tell whether one was walking or executing the general movements of walking and simply floating along in the general direction in which you intended to walk. Everything was dark. She could properceptively feel herself, but other than that, nothing could be seen, heard, smelled, felt, tasted, or sensed almost like sensory deprivation. She continued to walk/float/whatever aimlessly until what looked like the mind’s owner, Richard, leapt out of the darkness and shoved an overstuffed cheeseburger dripping with condiments into what she perceived as her face.

            “EMBRACE THE INSANITY!!!” he howled at the top of his lungs. The pokégirl was certainly taken aback. Why on earth would he do that? It served no point other than to surprise someone. Wait a second, its presence is indistinguishable from everything else like a mental ward of some kind, but what-… Suddenly the psychic was standing in front of the body of the person whose mind she was supposed to enter, in the hospital room he had been admitted to. Had she been thrown out? Her head ached from the sudden assault of stimuli. Her eyes stung, her skin felt the bite of the air, the very sound of her own breathing boomed in her ears, and never before had the roof of her mouth tasted so interesting, all this from not sensing anything for what could’ve been the Thousand know how long in Dream Time. She looked down at the large male who was still slumped and still drooling. She couldn’t feel his presence, almost like he was psychically invisible. It was strange. It was almost as if she had been pushed out of his mind unknowingly while the ward distracted her, but she never felt herself be touched through psychic means or otherwise.

            The Ka-D-Bra sighed and left for the door. If she can’t sense him, then she can’t enter his mind. She didn’t feel any other personnel nearby so she should probably find someone to report to. She was leaving, so she opened the door to the room and stepped out... Déjà vu, again she was standing in front of Richard except this time things were different. She could sense his presence, although his mind was blank of thought. From what she could tell, he appeared to be in REM sleep. This was odd.

            “Did you find anything, Syb?” The psychic leapt out of her skin and spun around to see a Lawfoxx, her friend. She could sense her presence too.

            No Veronica, I didn’t, she said after calming her racing heart. That had to be the strangest mindscape I’ve ever seen, if it was his mindscape. Sybil had volunteered to be the psychic to check up on Richard. It was out of curiosity and that she, Veronica the Lawfoxx, and a few of the secretaries had a pool of money going towards certain things concerning him.

            “What do you mean?”

            At first, I couldn’t really find anything and was wandering around a whole lot of nothing, then suddenly a mental ward came out of literally nowhere and baffled me with something that was simply downright strange, then I thought I was pushed out of his mind, only to leave the room and wind up standing here again. She paused and thought for a moment. I left the room. Her eyes widened in realization. I was tricked into leaving of my own free will. I’d have to force an entry in order to get back in, the tricky bastard.

            “I thought his record showed no psychic lineage.”

            Wards can be made subconsciously. Looking back on it though, I wonder if the whole thing was a ward and I never saw his mind. That would explain why I couldn’t sense anything, and the whole sensory deprivation phase would make it harder to realize it. I doubt it would work on anyone more than once though. I doubt anyone without a powerful psychic at their aid or psychic blood gifts has any chance of creating such a ward consciously. It’s probably an accidental creation from trauma that turned out to be very effective.

            “Sensory deprivation?” Victory repeated disbelievingly.

            “Sensory deprivation?” echoed a sleepy Richard. The two cop pokégirls whirled around to see Richard yawning. “How long was I out?” he asked clumsily through his yawn.

            Four days.

            “Well then,” breaking his yawn, the tall man turned towards them completely, “Sybil, Veronica, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your lovely faces again?”

            “You know why you’re here,” the fox cop stated with a frown.

            “Oh right, brought in for questioning,” he filled in. He looked to an IV rack next him. It seemed that he had been hooked up to a bag of O- in his sleep.

            “You know,” Veronica began, “you would’ve receive a lot less trouble if you had just let Sybil into your mind.”

            “Is that so?” he said nonchalantly as he pulled the IV tap out of his arm.

            “Throwing a psychic isn’t exactly something that looks good.”

            Richard shrugged and unhooked the IV bag. “I don’t remember doing that or even being capable of anything of the sort.” He ripped the tube off of the bag and began sucking the blood from it. The two present pokégirls wrinkled their noses.

            Mr. Knight-

            Richard raised his hand. “Please dispose of the formalities. I’m not fond of my surname and “mister” makes me feel older than I should. I readily respond to Richard, Rich, Richy, and Hey You.”

            Veronica’s tail twitched but she did nothing else. Very well Richard. If you would simply deliver your statement- and it proves true- you should be free to leave despite my… irregular venture.

            Richard pulled his ‘dex from his pocket and hit the record button. “In regards to the other tamer who was in the arena with me, I never touched him nor did any of my harem. He also did not come into contact with any pokégirl attack executed by my girls that I am aware of. I also do not know if there were others involved.”

            Sybil’s eyes narrowed. Something was dangerously off with his statement, but it was undoubtedly true. She needed to look into something. That should be sufficient.

 

(7/12/304 0300 – Acerola Pokécenter – Crescent League)

 

            Morgan let out a cry of joy as her master thrust himself into her depths. He held her aloft with her legs wrapped around his waist. Richard put his other three ‘girls in storage before being “taken in for questioning.” They couldn’t touch his girls unless they arrested him, but he wasn’t taking any chances in that. He kept Morgan’s ‘ball on his *ahem, in his person. He was incapable of swallowing it because he’d simply vomit it up, so he was forced to keep it… elsewhere. Fortunately, the police couldn’t legally perform a cavity search unless he was arrested and the medics in most places never do any procedures that they don’t deem absolutely necessary. Even more fortunate, the pokéball’s expansion button never got pressed accidentally. However, none of that changes the fact that poor Morgan had been inside her ‘ball for four days. He needed to make it up to her.

            The Tick-Tock whimpered as Richard increased his pace and increased her volume until she was in a state of constantly repeating his name. He rocked onto his back on the taming room’s bed and used the bed as leverage to increase his pace, watching her tits bounce as he pounded her.  Morgan’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she swayed in a stupor. Richard kept a single hand on her hip to hold her in place while the other drifted upward to cup her chin towards him for a kiss. Their mouths’ muscles darted through every corner of each other‘s being that they could reach. Morgan came yet again. Richard flipped her over and continued drilling her relentlessly as she braced herself against the bed’s footboard. Morgan felt her master rub and squish her buttocks in all different directions in a hard and pleasurable massage while she reached another orgasm. They were drawing closer and closer together. As she clamped down around him, Richard shot himself into her yet again.

            He felt himself go limp, but nothing as trivial as that would stop him. He turned his pokégirl over again and licked around her entrance. His tongue swiveled around her clit while he pumped a single finger in her ass, using their fluids as lubricant. He trailed down to her inner thigh and licked along the major artery that lay their. He gently pricked it with his teeth and lapped up the droplets of blood that rhythmically oozed out. He made his way back to her pussy hole and moved his tongue inside and flicked it about, doing his best to ignore the taste of himself. The eroticism of his task eventually brought his erection back with full force. He pushed himself back inside and added another pair of fingers to her anus. His fingers flicked about her innards and stimulated her sensitive rectum, bringing pain but enough pleasure to make it bearable. She voiced her approval in the form of a long drawn out moan as he pumped into her with a renewed vigor, intent on bringing her into another round of fun.

 

(7/12/304 0800 – Acerola Outskirts – Crescent League)

 

            Agrona walked along side her master on the way out of the town. She was wearing some of the new clothing Richard had let her pick out, if you could call it that. Her garments were limited to a sports bra and a pair of thin gym shorts that were both the same color as the brown portions of her fur. They were heading back west and going to explore a different section of the main Island that they had overlooked previously. Richard didn’t want to be in town for a while. He noticed the suspicion that leaked through in the police psychic’s expression and suspicion from the police always spelled trouble for whoever it was directed at, innocent or not. He didn’t lie, so he had done nothing illegal. In fact, if he is brought back in to a police department, the police back in Acerola would probably be punished for not reading into the silence of his words. Their was always the whole ordeal of getting off on self-defense, but there were several complications in that direction including trial to see if his actions were necessary and then getting investigated for whether or not he used excessive force along with many other redundant processes. Besides, if it was discovered that he could still do magic, no matter how limitedly-… There was no way in hell he was going to let something like that happen again. And so, it was back to feral hunting.

 

(8/10/304 1230 – Uninhabited Island north of Acerola – Crescent League)

 

            Ariadne’s Thunder Trash crashed into the fleeing Dalmation and dropped her to the ground in a spasming wreck as all of her nerves fired involuntarily. She was easily balled since she couldn’t resist. Richard found his fox’s powers to be very useful. Since most of her abilities included paralysis as an effect, once they were paralyzed he simply ‘balled them. Still despite the ease of the situation, he needed her to practice using the barrage of T2s that he was slapping on his ‘girls every few days. It also allowed them more time to get used to regulating their power when they had their boosters. Surprisingly, Ariadne has had the least trouble. Richard turned to the jittering wreck called Joseph behind him. The poor sod had two curses, Clumsy and Combat Ineptness, with no gifts to support him (Richard also secretly suspected that he had a touch of Wanderer too). He only had two girls and they both were low levels. Richard took the lad under his wing and was showing him how it was done. Joseph’s personality was very likable and he reminded Richard of someone else… but he was slow on the uptake in giving out the proper commands in the proper situations which, on the other hand, was grating at times.

            Joseph’s tagging along wasn’t free of course. He had an Enchantress- although a fairly weak one- that he had happened upon by sheer chance and Richard was getting Morgan and a rather reluctant Ylva to sit and learn magic from his comrade’s girl. The WolfQueen had been very resistant to using magic in battle except for a few techniques like Energy Blade. It slowed down Richard and his group’s progress greatly since they now had to stop at night for Joseph’s sake, but it also gave him an opportunity to observe an Enchantress display lunar based magic, something that Ylva would greatly benefit from and probably develop an affinity for due to the nature of a WolfQueen’s tattoos. It had already been a couple weeks since they met and little progress had been made on Joseph’s part.

            “Wow, “ Joseph breathed, “You make it look so easy.”

            Richard sighed and offered the kid a sad smile. “It is,” Richard watch the kid deflate slightly, “if you get into the right mindset.”

            “You know I can’t get into a combat mindset, Rich.”

            Richard let out a chuckle. “That’s what I think your problem is, you think of it as combat,” he declared triumphantly.

            “What?”

            “Have you ever played a strategy game? Like a board game or a computer game?” the mentor asked eagerly.

            “Well of course, I ha-“

            Richard interrupted him. “You’ve won those before right?”

            “Well, ya but-“

            “Do you ever, fight a pokégirl yourself?”

            “Well no-“

            “You are in a combat mindset and because of your Curses, you defeat yourself.” The newly minted tamer stared blankly at Richard. “It’s not battle, it’s a game. A slightly competitive game.”

            “But-“

            “Come on, let’s empty your head so you can relearn battle.”

 

(8/25/304 1715 – Uninhabited Island [slightly farther west] – Crescent League)

 

            Richard’s so called emptying of his comrades head was actually closer to brainwashing. If Clumsy wasn’t bad enough, Joseph had the variety of Combat Ineptness that makes one trip over themselves every time they attempt to get into a combat mindset. Richard’s solution was to “reeducate” Joseph to think about battle differently. Like a gamemaster moving his pieces around on a board.  It started out with playing chess, except Richard renamed all the chess pieces as different members of a standard Harem such as calling the ‘queen’ piece the Alpha and the ‘king’ piece the Tamer. He still continued giving him hunting advice for catching ferals, but a lot of the time was spent on this reeducation since the more he seemed to think of it as all one big game, the better he seemed to do. Over time he started catching the small fries like Kittens and such. As time progressed, he had Joseph give each individual chess piece on his side of the field a name (as a side note, Richard named each of his chess pieces after a different breed of Menace for the kick of it). The more this progressed, the more progress he made with battle. Joseph was actually chugging along fairly quickly with one small quirk. He had a tendency to be cold to his pokégirls during battle. Other than that, nothing else changed as he behaved normally outside of battle.

            Joseph’s Purrsian leapt towards Ylva with fury swipes. Richard had ordered Ylva to remain in her passive form and rely on magic ‘in order to give them a fighting chance.’ It was more of an excuse to force her into using practical magic. The much more agile Purrsian was dancing circles around her. The handicapped WolfQueen was gritting her teeth in frustration. Although she could battle in this form, it was generally not needed and almost all of her attacks were only effective in her other form. Ylva dodged out of the way of a rain of Power Bolts fired from Joseph’s enchantress. The Purrsian charged again and Ylva was forced to swipe and energy blade at her in an attempt to back her away. The cat ducked under the horizontal slash and Ylva resorted to Magic Kick. The impact of the kick forced the Purrsian to double over. The frustrated wolf warrior combined Reverse Crescent with Magic Kick and introduced the annoying cat to the ground. Unfortunately, she then took a pair of Force Bolts to the back and was sent tumbling forward herself.  When she attempted to stand, she was hit with a variety of Bolts, and, despite her regenerative qualities, Richard thought it best to recall her before she took to much damage.

            Richard looked up to his opponent. “Well,” he began, “looks to me like you won that round.”

            “I… won?” Joseph was staring out into space incredulously.

            “Well, you did well. Even with a handicap, the way you ordered your ‘girls to attack was well orchestrated. Be proud.”

            “I won?” the dumbstruck lad repeated.

            “You’ll get used to the idea.” Richard checked the time on his ‘dex. “I’m going to let Ylva out so we can use a few Heal spells on her and then let her regeneration run its course. We’ll then make camp and head towards Myrica.”

            “Myrica?” Joseph inquired.

            “Myrica, it is a good city with plenty of ferals running about, but more importantly, there’s a school of battling.”

            “Why do you want to go there?”

            “I already went. YOU are going.”

            “Why?”

            “Because, it takes years to learn battling properly. You have the right mindset now, and I’ve told you all the need-to-knows that I learned the hard way. I could teach you everything else myself, but you’ll be much more suited to learn there. There, it’s not pressure situation except striving to beat the teachers.”

            “I really want to complete my tamer journey. Can it wait?”

            “Bah, I’ve been a tamer for two years. All except for a couple months of that was spent at that school. I know what I’m talking about and what you can learn.”

            “I still don’t see why. How can I afford to.”

            “The league has financial aid for everything because almost everyone is broke. Get a scholarship.”

            Joseph fidgeted in place. His Enchantress put her hand on his shoulder. “Master,” she addressed Joseph hesitantly, “Richard, sir, hasn’t led us wrong yet. He’s been good to us in exchange for little. It’ll be a good opportunity to gain experience.”

            Richard snorted. “While flattery is always appreciated to some extent, I had you teach my girls everything in your magical arsenal,” he stated flatly, “That is a very valuable thing. It could be said that I took advantage of you. But, you do hold one point. It’s good experience. You can always continue your journey in a year or two. I know it sounds like a long time, but it only sounds like that.”

            “I guess I could.”

            “We’ll travel to Myrica together, and you can practice on any ferals we meet on our way there.” Joseph slumped his shoulders in defeat and nodded. “Oh and Joseph, during my time there, I saw plenty of people who were more hapless than how you used to be. They also didn’t have the same ailments you do. You’ll be fine.”

 

(9/07/304 1000 – Uninhabited Island – Crescent League)

 

            The Harlequin dodged the summoned Rune Chain and fell into the Purrsian’s furry swipes. The battered feral used Hypnotic Gaze to worm away only to be caught by another Rune Chain and pelted with Mana Bolts. Joseph pegged her with a ‘ball and did a victory dance when the capture tone ringed.

            “Congrats,” Richard offered, “she’s a good catch.”

            Joseph was grinning from ear to ear. “I’m glad I caught her, but the breed doesn’t sell for much.”

            Richard’s eyes widened to the point that they were visible from behind his sunglasses. “You’re not keeping her?”

            “Uhhh, no why?”

            “I’ll buy her off of you,” Richard said eagerly.

            Joseph gave him an analyzing look. “If you want her, then you know something good,” he put his finger on his chin in mock thought. “Hmmmm, maybe I should keep her?”

            Richard nearly tripped over himself… and he was standing still. His comrade had learned a little too much about him. “I take it I’m rubbing off on you too much,” Richard said dryly.

            Joseph just gave him a wink and pulled out his ‘dex along with the Harlequin entry. After he skimmed over the initial stats, his eyebrows rose. “I forgot that they evolved into LadyLucks. Goddamn.”

            “Yes they do,” Richard sighed. “Well, I did say she was a fine catch.”

            “LadyLucks are valuable and rare, but I wonder how they can be when you can find a dreamstone at a pokemart.”

            Richard grinned at the statement. “It’s a mystery to me as well.”

 

(9/10/304 1300 – Feijoa Pokécenter – Crescent League)

 

            Richard had his ‘girls in the ‘center’s healing unit and was going to retrieve them. On his way to the front desk, he noted a few young tamers eying him. The damn vultures were probably were going to flood him with salvage challenges once they got one look at his ‘girls. Oh well, even though he hated using Morgan’s time magic unnecessarily now, it would make it much easier to interfere with their commands and simply knock out his opponents before they could attack. Salvage battles had to be brutal because of what was on the line. He reached his destination and greeted the Eva running the desk.

            “Hello Miss, are my ‘girls done yet?” he asked in a cheery manner.

            “Yep! One moment please!” the ‘girl chirped happily. She pressed a few buttons here and there and five pokéballs popped out of the machine.

            “Ah, good,” Richard said as he took the ‘balls from her. “Thank-you.”

            Richard left before the Eva’s Aura of Cute could take hold of him. He reentered his room and released his four harem members. The group of them stretched and worked the kinks out of their muscles before settling into the room. Richard waited patiently for them and then motioned for them to come. He had four sets of eyes trained on him with varying levels of interest. He then held up the fifth pokéball that he retrieved from the healing unit. “Do you all remember the Dominas we faced off against a while ago?” Morgan, Ylva, and Agrona all nodded their heads while Ariadne merely flicked her ears in confusion. “Well, I kept the stronger of the two in storage.”

            “You’re going to bring her into the harem,” Agrona stated with a hint of distaste in her voice.

            “Yes and no,” Richard waited a moment to let his words settle in. “I mean to evolve her immediately to a DragonQueen.” He produced a small coin from his pocket. “This little bugger cost me an arm and a leg, but it’ll evolve her. I’ve been holding on to it since Acerola and now that Ariadne is settled in, I think it’s an opportune time to introduce her. Oh and for those of you who worry, DragonQueens aren’t domineering like the other Domina evo’s.”

            Agrona shook her head. “Well, let’s see how she fits the groove of things.”

            Richard nodded his head. “Yes let’s; now on to further business, while I’m… ‘busy,’ you’ll all need to continue training. Tonight’s a full moon so it’s an opportune time for practicing lunar dependant magic. I’ve also brought out the next set of T2s you’ll need.” Richard presented a ranged selection of T2s.

            Ylva looked at the collection of trainers wide eyed. “We still haven’t run out of these. Just how many did you get?”

            Richard smiled bitterly. “There’s a reason why we left Acerola broke. There, if it’s on the market, you can find it.” He continued to administer each ‘girl a single T2 before filing them away once he was finished applying them. “One of the ways I drained my wallet quickly was by buying a lot of rare T2s and T2CLASSICs.” Richard gave them a devious look. “I even saw a Sabre Claw T2.” He chuckled at his Slutton and WolfQueen’s cursing. “Oh, and one more important thing.” They fell silent when they heard his serious tone. “Agrona, you get to lead the training.”

            The Slutton blinked. “Me?”

            “Yes, you. The team is expanding and it’s getting difficult to juggle things like who trains what and when. I shouldn’t have to, so you get to. I need an alpha. You’re it unless you prove incapable.” The other pokégirls all turned to Agrona. “Oh, and all of you remember to treat her with respect. Her words are to be treated as my own. You all know how I get when I’m disobeyed, especially during things like training.” He gave them one final glance over. “Right, get to it and Agrona, you’ll be fine.”

 

(9/10/304 1445 – Feijoa Pokecenter – Crescent League)

 

            Dominas were a tricky breed. They were obsessed with control and would never give it up unless it was forcefully wrenched from them. This would require a unsavory taming method, but it was unlikely to be a need once he evolves her into a DragonQueen. Richard wandered into the taming room and released the Domina. The feral looked around the room in surprise. She was fairly human looking except for a pair of slightly pointed ears. Richard didn’t give her a chance to notice him, immediately snatching her Rosewhip from her and wrapping it around her neck. He slammed her down over a table and used the remaining length of the whip to bind her arms. She struggled the whole way.

            “Stop,” Richard commanded as he pulled her head up by the hair and slammed it down into the table. She continued struggling.

            “Stop it,” he repeated the command and continued to slam her face down on the table until she finally stopped struggling. Her blood dripped and pooled onto the table. Richard looked her over. He had to be quick and brutal; otherwise, she’ll be difficult to control. Richard pulled off the skimpy leather bottoms that barely covered her. He maintained his grip on the whip binding her while he felt and groped various parts of her body without any hint of gentleness. Three or so of his fingers shoved their way into her sex forcefully. The Domina growled and tried to worm her way away.

            “Stop.” The pokégirl hesitated for a moment before continuing her struggle. Richard grabbed her by the hair again. He yanked her up much higher than before and rammed her head into the table three more times much harder than he had before. A sickening crunch sounded out to him. After a quick inspection, Richard noted that her nose had broken. She was now bleeding more profusely than before and was hanging limply over the table. He knelt and ran his tongue over her entrance several times, flicking it inside every so often. He then brought his face in front of her right buttock and opened his mouth impossibly wide. Each of his sharp teeth seemed much larger and longer than usual. He bit down forcefully.

            The tethered pokégirl screamed as she felt her muscle get torn into, but she didn’t struggle this time. Richard released her flesh and lapped up the blood streaming out of the puncture wounds. The ‘girl merely whimpered. Once the blood was mostly cleaned, he licked his lips and stood, preparing to penetrate her. His penis completely sheaved itself inside of her in one quick thrust. Interestingly enough, she came almost instantly. Richard started driving himself into her quickly and roughly. She whined as she convulsed and came again. Odd, she must be a quickshot. Maybe it was the pain. Richard continued his thrusting until he climaxed.

            When he was done, he pulled his softened dick out and looked over the Domina. After a while, she simply stopped responding to anything. Richard was slightly worried that he might have gotten a little carried away.  Richard hoisted her to her feet with the handle of the whip. Her right leg gave but she managed to stand on the other one. He got a good look at her face. It was a bloody mess. Richard popped her nose back in place and licked the blood off of her. Despite the cuts embellishing her, she wasn’t that bad looking. He then got a good look at her eyes. They weren’t focusing at all. He snapped his fingers in her face a couple times… no response. He pulled off her leather top and groped her breasts roughly and twisted her nipples, still no response. Richard was confused. The Domina breed and the majority of the breed’s evo’s were tempered and completely enrapt in the idea of ‘control.’ He didn’t expect her to give up so quickly, especially when considering the breed’s high pain threshold. Well, at least she wasn’t causing trouble.

            Richard wondered what the extent of her cooperation was. He decided it would be best to keep his forceful attitude and continue proving his “control,” so he kicked her good leg out from under her and lowered her with the whip that he was using to restrain her. Her breathing sounded restricted, but not insufficient, so he kept her partially aloft. When she was level with his crotch, he pushed his softy up against her lips. At first she was unresponsive, but after a few seconds, she got the idea and wrapped her lips around him. She sucked the tip slowly and her tongue gradually made its way around it. The stimulation caused Richard to become erect again. Curious, Richard bucked his hips and shoved himself down her throat. She did not resist. He pulled himself out. This greatly confused him. ‘Why?’ was the only thing flying through his head.

            Richard walked towards his pack, dragging the Domina along. He reached into the pack and pulled out his Speech T2. After pressing it to her forehead, he stuffed it back away and brought his Domina to eyelevel. “Blink your eyes twice,” he commanded. She did so, although she did so slowly. Richard undid her from her bindings and set her on the table. He held the whip at its length and showed it to her. “You see this? This is control. Do you understand?” The pokégirl nodded slowly. Richard coiled the whip like a garden hose and placed it in the Domina’s hand. Her eyes widened and focused on the whip. She grasped it and stood shakily. Wonder filled her as she studied her master. Her eyes then fell on his still throbbing erection, and she grinned. The Domina entry said that if control was taken from them and then relinquished freely, it would earn a Domina’s affection. Richard could only hope that she wouldn’t retaliate. At least her pokéball was nearby incase things got out of hand. She pushed him down to the floor and straddled his waste. This time, his arms were those that were bound. She latched her mouth over his and assaulted it with great vigor. Richard leaned into it and returned in earnest however his will together started to waver as she tore his chest open by raking her fingers down it. He steeled himself and let her have her fun. She was the one to lap the blood from his skin now. She seemed to slow in relish of the moment before pulling back. She grabbed his member and impaled herself upon it. She rolled her hips and then began bouncing herself over his pole. This continued until she came again and clawed her hand down his stomach. The Domina released his limbs from the whip and laid down on top of him. They were both sweaty, bloody messes.

 

(9/10/304 1900 Feijoa Pokécenter – Crescent League)

 

            “Uhhh, sir,” the Nursejoy addressed timidly. Richard had been lying down for the Nurse’ to heal his injuries. Blood loss always made him physically ill, so he wanted to avoid it.

            “Yes?” he answered.

            “I… well… you may want to look,” she sputtered out nervously. Richard stood and looked down his chest to inspect the ‘Joy’s handiwork. He frowned. His skin had always had a very fair, pale complexion, but this was odd. Where the wounds the Domina had inflicted used to be were a series of sickly dark grey lines. He poked one of them and recoiled as it tickled. They appeared to be unusually dark scars. The ‘scars’ were even slightly raised. He took a closer look at them. One set curved over his shoulders and straight down, ending slightly below his pectorals. A second set looked like claw marks that ran straight down his abdominals. Another set wrapped around his wrists before spiraling up his forearms. Richard was rather unnerved. He brushed his hand over the ones on his belly and squirmed.

            “They’re hypersensitive,” he said through gritted teeth.

            “Sir,” the nursing pokégirl began, “I am very sorry.” She looked almost panicky.

            “Do you know what happened?” Richard asked trying to remain calm.

            “No!” she shook her head vigorously, “this hasn’t happened before. I even used regenerate and you healed that way. Honest.”

            “I’ve never scarred before,” Richard muttered aloud. The Nursejoy tensed at those words. “Oh well, at least they look interesting.” The Nurse’ sighed in relief and Richard left muttering his thanks on the way out. He slung his shirt over his shoulder and walked out to the front desk to collect his Domina from the healing unit again. Once he had her, he returned to his room and re-released her, intent on administering her evolution as soon as possible. When she appeared in front of him, his eyebrows rose. She had similar scarring in the places he inflicted injuries upon her. The Domina looked around and twiddled her whip between her fingers.

            “I have a present for you,” he announced. His pokégirl’s expression perked up at his words. He pulled out his Dragon E-medal and placed it in her hands. In a blinding white flash, gone was the Domina and replaced her was a DragonQueen. Her figure shifted to an athletic build with a healthy C-cup. Her skin was of the darkest black and she had dark blue hair and eyes. Her long tail swished from side to side experimentally. Oddly enough, she still had her whip and retained the scarring that she had displayed except it was an off-white color now. She spun around examining herself. Richard snickered when he saw that the marks on her buttock looked like a set of large menacing jaws.

            He approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck noisily and murmured in delight when he discovered that her scars were hypersensitive like his own. It would be fun for the future.  “Well Belinda,” she looked back over her shoulder at him. “Yes, that’s you,” she blinked at him before smiling. “Let’s go meet the others shall we?” Richard began to leave but Belinda caught him by the wrist. He shivered at the contact to his new marks. He turned round to face her. She looked hesitant at first, and then she coiled her whip and presented it to him. Richard grasped it and at the very moment the Dragon’ released it, it glowed in a flash similar to the earlier evolution. When the light vanished, the whip was now a shiny black and the thorns had become the same blue as Belinda’s hair. He stared at the whip in total shock. This was definitely new to him. When he looked up to his dragon, she looked almost as if the whip’s sudden reaction was to be expected.

            “Keep.” she said, “You keep.”

            Richard sighed. Why did he feel like he had just signed some sort of contract?

           

(9/10/304 1930 – Feijoa Pokécenter – Crescent League)

 

            When Richard walked into the ‘center’s outdoor arena, he stumbled upon a disturbing site. A group of men were harassing Joseph about something. He couldn’t hear the conversation from where he was, but it looked heated. Joseph’s two ‘girls and his new LadyLuck were standing infront of him defensively while his harem a short distance away, watching the situation warily. He turned on the recording function of his ‘dex and stuffed it into his front shirt-pocket. As Richard got closer, he was able to better hear their words.

            “Are you deaf, punk? I challenged you for the LadyLuck,” the ass in the front yelled.

            “Joseph,” Richard called out, “don’t accept it if you don’t want to. If they keep pressuring you, you can alert the authorities.”

            “But out,” the ass squawked.

            One of the other tamers scanned Belinda. “Fuckin’-A,” he exclaimed. “I challenge you for the DragonQueen.”

            Belinda hissed at the belligerent young man in response. Richard simply ignored him and approached his harem. “So Aggy, how’s their progress for today?” he asked.

            Agrona grinned when she heard her battle name. “Fantastic, Ylva has both of hers mostly figured out, Morg has the first two of her set in her grasp, and Ri has hers all but mastered.”

            “Good,” Richard turned towards the group, “which one of you challenged me for my Belinda?”

            “Me!” shouted a short boy. He was probably only 5’ 2.”

            “Bel, what do you think of the little Elf’s challenge?” The dragon responded by delivering a low growl and armoring up.

            The tamer fumed and released an Ice Maiden. “We’re going to crush this prick, aren’t we Frosty?” he yelled. The Ice Maiden merely nodded stoically. The other tamers all retreated to a safe distance. Richard’s jaw appeared to grow to give a maniacal grin as if he were a Jokette, except with a display of sharp, elongated teeth. Joseph looked fearfully from Richard to the group and used this as an opportunity to inch towards the arena’s exit.

            “One on one, no substitutions ‘kay? Only if you agree, let’s continue. Morgan! You’re up, and feel free to ‘speed things up.’” Richard called out to his Tick-Tock. Belinda blinked in confusion, but remained silent. Richard turned to the rest of the harem. “Ladies, I’m going to put you all up for now until either you’re up for battle or they finally understand that they’re fighting an uphill battle.” Richard returned the group as the short tamer sputtered incoherently at the barrage of insults.

            “Frosty, Ice Beam now!” he finally shouted.

            “Ice proof,” Richard instantly responded. Morgan flashed white for a second and stood, waiting for the Ice Beam to come in contact. The attack hit Morgan square in the chest and fizzled.

            “What the?!” the shorty exclaimed.

            “It’s quite simple,” Richard informed with his grin creeping its way back onto his face, “The spell she just used, Ice Proof, is a surprisingly simple spell that cancels out all damage from ice attacks.” The Ice Maiden somehow managed to become even paler than her usual complexion. “Your pokégirl can only use Ice type attacks. In other words, Morgan is invulnerable and can’t lose.” Richard was backing away from the battle. He was too close to it for his liking.

            “Like hell!” the indignant boy yelled.

            Richard laughed openly at him. “You can either surrender or let your ‘Frosty’ get squashed by an undefeatable opponent.”

            The young man growled. “Use Ice-“

            “Slow,” Richard commanded, and before the idiot could finish his command, the Ice Maiden was already in the time field.

            “- Blade!” when his pokégirl didn’t respond he shrieked at her “What’re you doing you stupid whore?!”

            “Morgan, move to the side so you don’t hit the tamer and use Firaga.” Morgan happily skipped over to where she was supposed to go. The ice-type was moving in an attempt to follow her movements and backing away in x4 slow motion. A huge cylinder of fire erupted forth from the happily humming Tick-Tock and melted through a hastily erected Ice Wall without slowing, washing over the obviously suffering Ice-type. “Drop the field.” The enemy was lying in a puddle of steaming water. The pokégirl was probably almost dead. Morgan had her Wand booster which doubled her magic strength and on top of that the Ice breed’s weakness for fire doubled the damage a second time.

            Another, much taller, individual from the group approached the fuming kid and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You are being stupid,” he said, “Recall your pokégirl before she dies.” The kid obeyed and turned to leave.

            Richard cleared his throat. “You forgot to give me one of your pokégirls,” he reminded with an all too cheery expression.

            “Fuck off,” came the lad’s immediate reply.

            “I’ve got eeeeviiiideeence!” Richard announced in a sing-song manner, waving his ‘dex around.

            The taller lad scowled at him. “Would you please stop goading my brother? He does enough moronic things without any help.”

            Richard raised an eyebrow. “So you can all harass my friend until he gives into you,” he said with a smirk, “but I can’t tease one of you, who’s stupid enough to try and kill is ‘girl over some petty exchange of words?”

            The scowl subsided. He turned to his brother. “You lost, give him what he’s earned.” The young man opened his mouth in defiance, but in the end gave in. Richard snorted when he looked through the kid’s pokégirls. All he had was the Ice Maiden and a Toxicat. They weren’t even a complimentary pair. Richard pulled the Ice Maiden and waved the kid off so he could go sulk. The kid’s brother turned to him.

            “Hey you!” another tamer from the group shouted out, “I challenge you for the DragonQueen!”

            Richard sighed. “One on one no substitutions?” the next challenger nodded eagerly. “Fine.” The next pokégirl released was a FoxxSea. Richard recalled Morgan and released Ariadne. He wondered if these people were stupid enough to think that he’d keep out and use a ‘girl they’d already seen fight. “Thunder Trash,” he commanded calmly. The opponent leapt out of the way and responded with water gun. The opponent seemed to have little experience in dealing with electric-types.

            “Thunderbolt the water.” The electricity ran straight back to the water type. Somehow, the pokégirl teleported out of the way in time and reappeared a good distance behind the Myobu. Suddenly, several globs of water condensed from the air and wrapped around and restrained the white fox. They seemed to form ‘tentacles’ of a sort and began rubbing her nether regions, a sex attack. Richard had seen this one before. He prepared his radio and whispered into it. “Ri, pretend to be subdued. If you break free now, she’ll just teleport again.” The water tentacles penetrated Ariadne. Richard was watching the FoxxSea. She appeared to be relaxed although the breed was known for being calm and having a calming effect on others. “Ri, listen carefully. What I need you to do is quickly escape the water and then quickly use Thunder Trash on her. She’s behind you.” Ariadne pumped her electricity into the water, breaking apart the molecular bond through electrolysis and fired the attack at the FoxxSea. The water type teleported again. “Above, Fox-Lightening,” Richard murmured into his radio. The fox-shaped attack slammed into the ceiling as the water-type teleported away. Every time there was a chance to hit her, the pokégirl merely teleported.

            The FoxxSea reappeared behind Ariadne again. “Don’t look behind you, use Thunder Trash directly backward.”  This time, the annoying teleporter was caught of guard and hit, the paralyzing effects taking place immediately. The FoxxSea fell to the ground convulsing. “Thunderbolt” The Myobu struggled in concentration for a moment before unloading a huge burst of electricity, using her Light Ball around her neck as a focal point. The enemy pokégirl was recalled before the attack could hit.

            “You bastard!” the other tamer called out. “That could’ve killed her!” Technically the ass was right. The breed’s weakness to water doubles the damage which was already doubled by the Light Ball.

            “You recalled her, so you loose,” Richard announced, ignoring his protests. Richard picked his reward and was hailed by a third challenger. He checked the sky. The moon had already emerged from the clouds and was shining down upon them. He had one more good battle strategy up his sleeve before he would call it quits. “One on one, no subs?”

            “Yeah, yeah” the next challenger sneered, “get on wit’ it.” They both tossed their next pokéballs, and of all things it could’ve been, the challenger released a War Cat. Richard was taken aback. So far, the others had been snot-nosed newbies. War Cat’s were a seriously powerful pokégirl. Richard’s choice had been Ylva. He quickly analyzed the situation. Ylva had a type advantage due to her lupine nature, but the War Cat was faster and stronger than she was. He hoped she would put her heart into the few magic techniques that she could draw upon easily. The WolfQueen quickly shifted to her attack form and donned her leather armor. The cat charged the larger wolf intent on slashing open Ylva only to barely dodge an oncoming Lunar Blade. Ylva had one in each hand and was using them to bat away the feline. The enemy used her superior speed to duck through Ylva’s defense and slash a Sabre Claw up her torso. The wolf fought retreat through her senses and leapt back away from the still rapidly approaching War Cat. Her leather armor had absorbed a small amount of the blow, but she still had a series of large gashes on her. If she could hold off, her regeneration would take care of the damage eventually, but she needed to not take any more damage for that to really count.

            Richard was almost panicky. Think… THINK… what can she do to turn the tables? Richard’s eyed widened. Of course… “Ylva,” he addressed through the radio, “Remember Lunar Caress? Use it without the sex.” Lunar Caress was a sex attack that was instinctually known by the Moon Bunny and could only be used during a full moon. However, it could be taught to other pokégirls provided that they were capable of magic. The technique created four copies of the individual that were sustained by the energy emitted by the full moon, copies that would last the whole night.  The actual version of the sex attack was that the four copies would behave independently of each other and each perform a different sexual task in order to stimulate the opponent. The technique was overlooked by Richard at first but Ylva had insisted on learning it from Joseph’s enchantress. It was one of the few magic related things that she wanted to learn so he allowed it. Now, Richard was mentally kicking himself for not thinking of alternative applications from the beginning.

            Ylva’s muzzle split in a grin. The War Cat was offset for a moment, but otherwise didn’t pay it any mind. She charged forward unaware that four more WolfQueens had just materialized behind her. The four phantom clones grabbed, restrained, and sank their fangs and claws into the charging cat. “Lunar Bolt.” Richard commanded through the radio. Ylva flipped around so that her back was facing the War Cat. From the tattoo trademarked to the WolfQueen breed, shot out a large beam of lunar energy. The enemy was struggling and biting the clones restraining her. The copies were taking some damage, but were holding on tightly. The magical attack washed over the group, severely damaging the War Cat. The group disappeared in a shroud of smoke. Lunar Bolt was basically a magical Solar Beam, so it was a very powerful attack.

            The WolfQueen panted from the exhaustion that follows the use of the technique. The smoke began too clear. Unfortunately, the War Cat shot out from the smoke. Ylva was too tired to react. With her throat clawed out, Richard was forced to return her. He had just lost his DragonQueen.

 

(9/11/304 1345 – Feijoa City – Crescent League)

 

            Richard and Joseph were walking down the street to a nearby pokémart. Joseph was still preening over his LadyLuck. Richard was slightly envious due to the great benefits that can come from a LadyLuck, but he knew that she would be Joseph’s. That, and with his impediments, he’d make use of her boons to a greater extent than he probably would. He new that, especially since he had already found money and other valuables several times just a day or so after evolving his Lady. Who knows, maybe she would help him become an accomplished and envied tamer one of these days. Richard was brought out of his musings when he was confronted by an Officerjenny and an older gentleman with an angry looking woman trailing behind him.

            “Sir, you need to come with me,” the cop demanded.

            Richard gave her an even look. “Why?” he asked in an unamused tone.

            “You’ve been accused with various things and are to be brought in for questioning.”

            “By who?”

            The officer turned to the man behind her. The man nodded in Richard’s direction. “We haven’t met, but my Alpha is swearing up and down about you being some kind of evil antithesis to all that is good,” he began in a tired tone, as if the whole situation was some sort of redundancy in his life, “She’s been raising the fuss and alerted the police. I’m more or less tagging along to make sure no horrible mistake has been made.”

            Richard turned to get a good look at the woman behind him. He had originally mistook her for a human, but then he saw her odd markings on her face and something about her was distinctly familiar. Oh, her. This isn’t good. That Megami would destroy his life all over again if this wasn’t nipped in the bud. “Excuse me miss,” he said in a hesitant tone, “but do I know you?”

            The celestial’s face reddened in anger. “Don’t play dumb with me, Malachi.”

            Richard put an annoyed look on his face. “My name is Richard. Do I need to show you my Identification?”

            The Officerjenny nodded her head. “That would help us clear this whole mess up quickly,” she stated professionally. Richard brought up all his information via pokédex and handed it to the officer. “There appears to be a mistake here,” she said as she turned the man who owned the fuming Megami. “His name is in fact Richard Knight and he hasn’t had his name changed at any point in time. This is his official League ID.”

            The man sighed in exasperation. “I’m very sorry about all of this,” he apologized. Richard was doing an internal victory dance as he watched the celestial steam and fume.

            Richard waved him off. “Don’t be. This isn’t your fault, although it’d be much appreciated if you kept her from nosing around me in the future, if you feel inclined to make it up to me,” the man smiled tiredly at the statement. “I mean no offence by that, I just get the feeling that she will.”

            “Yes, that is probably exactly what she’ll do. I’ll see what I can do to persuade her otherwise. Good day.”

 

(9/11/304 1420 – Feijoa Pokécenter – Crescent League)

 

            Richard was pacing furiously in his room. All of his ‘girls were going through a few cycles for safety’s sake, so he was alone. He had used the excuse of sudden illness to turn in early. It wasn’t far from the truth considering how badly his head was throbbing. That Megami was one of them. If she didn’t calm down and right him off as a mistake, he was in serious trouble, and he knew she would do nothing of the sort. He was not going back to that half-life that they were all supposed to live. He couldn’t stop it without killing her, and that would probably make his life worse. The others would know that something is up and investigate and then “Those Who Walk in the Shadows” would get involved. Fate seemed to decide to shit on him this day. Richard sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths. This was not going to go away and he couldn’t make it. He would have to take everything in stride and proceed normally. No matter how frustrating or upsetting it was, that’s all he was capable of doing at the moment.

            “Heh, first I loose my DragonQueen and now this?” he chuckled humorlessly. This was a bad day for him. A strange pain tore through his arm. His eyes widened and her cried out in his newly found agony. He peeled back his sleeve and there was nothing wrong. It felt like it was being sawed of. He laid there, voicing his pain to the world.

 

(Same Day, Unknown Time, Undisclosed Location)

 

            “I’ve heard rumor that Malachi has been found out to be alive.”

            “Is he a problem?”

            “Although no one seems to be realizing it, there is a trail of trouble that seems to follow him.”

            “Should we act.”

            “If it is Malachi...”

            “Correct, I suppose immediate containment is the best solution for such a case.

Name:                          Knight, Richard

Age:                             16

Residence:                    Myrica

Status:                          Active

Rank:                           4

Security Clearance:       Beta

Licenses

Tamer              Y

Master Tamer   Y

Researcher       N

Watcher           N

Breeder            N

 

Active Harem 

Morgan: Tick-Tock:    lvl 47

Agrona: Slutton:          lvl 45

Ylva: Lupina:              lvl 34

Myobu: Ariadne:        lvl 29

 Registered Alpha: Agrona

Notes: Graduate of the Myrica School for Battling