Marcus personally thanked Margret for the cup of honey before leaving the PokéCenter. Before heading out of town however, Marcus stopped in at a some hole in the wall for breakfast. It was surprisingly tasty, but then again it was to be expected with an Iron Chef in the kitchen. The breakfast was large enough to feed everyone, except Rose who opted for just a large pitcher of water. They were out of Pousse before 8, Marcus and the group taking their time as they headed southwest towards the river. The plan was to follow the river until they reached the large fork, and then strike it northwest until they reached Sweetjugs.
“Master, would you please tell me why I'm the only one out?” Danika asked as she looked around. She'd been on edge ever since the last building of Pousse was swallowed by the tree line. Marcus had asked her to keep him company, and so far there was no indication from her tamer that he was going to release anyone else.
“It's because you said you wanted to evolve into a Nidogg. To do that you're gonna have to evolve into a Kadru first, and that means you need experience.” Marcus side stepped a fallen tree trunk. “This means you've gotta get some battles under your belt, if you ever wore one.” Marcus joked as he plucked a berry growing from the side of the path. Pretty soon they'd need to abandon the beaten path in order to hoof it through the large trees of the forest to make it to the river.
“But, what if I'm not strong enough to protect you? I've done some Boxing training like you told me to, but I won't be able to fend off multiple attackers if we run into a pack of ferals.” Dankia nearly jumped, which would have been an odd sight due to her snake like body, at the sound of a bird taking flight. There was no reason for her to be trusted this much, and yet she was already being asked to be the sole protector of a Master who barely even knew her. It probably would have been better if she wasn't so awkward at fighting.
“Oi, don't worry about it. Hell, if it's just a couple of Titmice I'll even be able to help you out a bit.” Marcus was sure of his ability to handle a Titmouse or two, it was anything along the lines of a Catgirl or above that he was worried about. If push came to shove, then he had his 'Oh-Shit' command tattooed right on his back. Marcus pulled out the machete he'd bought a while ago and started hacking a path through the mild underbrush.
'Just a couple of Titmice he says. Master would try to take on anything that comes his way, and I'd be killed by Sonja, Anahi, and Jira if he so much as stubbed a toe,' Danika shook the thought from her head. She knew that the three would be severely upset with her, but surely they'd understand that somethings were just outside of anyone's control. Right? Danika was tempted to wrap her Tamer in her coils and hold him there until he released another member of the harem. “Please? At least let Erin out, or even Haleigh.” Danika placed a hand on Marcus's shoulder.
“Come on, I'm trusting you this much. There shouldn't be any worries,” Marcus hacked away at a low hanging vine. He wondered how Rose would feel about the site of him hacking his way through the forest. He wasn't to sure that she would think highly of him from that. Marcus cursed as he scraped his arm along a wild rose bush. “I'll take that as a 'Yes'.” Marcus laughed to himself at the irony of the situation. “Danika, I promise you. If things start getting to hairy then I'll release backup for you. So calm down and keep on your toes.”
“But I don't have toes. I don't even have legs,” Danika chuckled.
“Everyone's a comedian.” Marcus rolled his eyes with a smile. “Come on, get your tail in gear.” Marcus grinned. He had barely brought the machete down to clear out a few more large weeds when both him and Dankia stopped. Off to the right there were was quite the large movement in the tall grass. The closer they looked the more they could see the disturbances around them.
“Would you please release someone now?” Danika whispered.
“Fine, but you're only getting help if it turns out to be a bit more than you can handle.” Marucs pulled out Rose's ball from his belt and released the Venuswhore. “Sorry Rose. We've got a bit of a problem, and you're going to be-”
“We're surrounded by about a dozen girls, and they're all bigger than a Titmouse.” Rose knew what she was talking about. She'd had a link with nature ever since she was a Boobisaur, and after all this time it had only grown stronger. “There's three to the left. Another four to the right, two right ahead of us, and the last three are right behind us.”
Marcus hoped that they weren't anything other than Titmice on steroids. The last thing he wanted was to demoralize his Ulupi. “Fine. I know one or two more girl that needs the experience.” Marcus pulled Erin's ball from his belt and released the Kangasscunt, followed by Haleigh. “Come on girls. We're surrounded and you're it. Let's see how you beauties deal with ferals, while thinking for yourselves.” Marcus was quiet. The five of them slowly continued to walk the way that Marcus had been going. He checked with Rose every now and then, but what ever was stalking them continued to stalk them.
“Master Marcus, I think they're about ready to attack. They're starting to break off into groups. I'm not sure, but I think they're trying to corner us at the river.” Rose was worried. Right now they were dealing with a pack of ferals that not only seemed to be well organized, but they were actually working together.
“Not again. I hope like hell there's no horney, half feral, Dildo Queen waiting for me with a boner.” Marcus's memory flashed across an image of Celina quickly. It was quickly pushed away when he heard a loud howling coming from behind them. “ON YOUR TOES!” Marcus yelled as the attacks were coming. The howling definitely put the probabilities of the attacking girls directly into the ranges of the canine types, but which ones was the question.
Haleigh crouched, her claws brought back, ready to strike. The sounds of feet pounding on the ground let her knew that they were coming. She saw through the grass matted fur connected to the bodies of the attackers. The training that she'd done with everyone attacking her was something she'd have to thank Marcus for later. She rolled to the side stepped as a trio of Doggirls all went leaping past her. The Draco caught a glimpse of Marcus dodging the attacks to make his way up a tree. “Oh no you don't.” She growled to herself as a Doggirl went after Marcus. She tackled the feral from behind, causing the girl get speared into the tree that Marcus had ran up. “Haleigh! 14-7-12!” Haleigh's body instinctively followed the body movements that were drilled into her over the past few days. She stepped and spun to her right, bringing her elbow up in a forty-five degree angle. The feeling of her elbow making contact with the chest of the Doggirl was all but bone shattering. With the girl ricocheting off of her elbow Haleigh grabbed the back of her head and jumped, driving her knee into the girls' face.
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Rose calmly stood in the center of the group of feral Doggirls that were attacking her, using her vine attacks to keep them from getting to close. “Everyone down!” Rose figured that everything would have been a lot easier if they could actually see what they were fighting, and where the attacks were coming from. The Doggirls were using the tall grass as cover, following their nose to attack. Rose raised her right hand into the air. From her back a large number of leaves erupted and began to swirl around her. They expanded outwards, cutting down most of the grass that surrounded them. There were several yelps of pain, including one or two curses as her own Harem Sisters were hit. The grass that was once chest high to her was now barely up to their waists.
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Marcus owed the Venuswhore greatly. The area was now a lot easier to see with the grass surrounding them greatly cut down. “Rose! One on your six and another on your nine!” Marcus shouted. He could see several of the ferals trying to claw their way to him, but he was being protected by the four girls that he had released. Danika was fairing the worst of them all. Her larger body made her an easy target, but a dangerous one. Whenever one of the ferals got close Danika would use the sharp claws on her hands to slash and pierce flesh. If one happened to get ontop of her body, then they were quickly immobilized with a powerful full body hug. “Danika! 2-2-3-8!”
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Danika screamed as she felt teeth bite through her scaled body. She whipped her tail around and entrapped the Doggirl biting her with her tail. She squeezed as hard as she could, having a slight feeling of smug satisfaction as the Doggirl that bit her screamed in pain as well before her scream became nothing more than a strangling gargle. “Danika! 2-2-3-8!” She heard the order and looked around. She swayed out of the way of a Takedown from another girl. She rose back up and delivered two right jabs followed by a left cross and a right uppercut to the third Doggirl. While the strength of her arms wasn't anywhere near as strong as her tail, her claws did do the damage to make up for it. Small puncture wounds dotted the feral's body as she fell, only to disappear as a pokéball bounced off her body.
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Erin was having fun. She had found the leader of the pack, a large muscular and rather busty Hound. “Come on puppy, le' me give you your lickin'.” Erin's body slowly began to look like dirt was crystallizing on her short fur. She brough up a her arm just as the Hound lunged, her teeth sinking into the rocky armor coating her arm. Erin drew back her right left fist and brought it swinging up underneath her other arm. The Gut Punch was strong enough to cause the Hound to drop her hold on Erin's arm.
“Wanna play fetch?” Erin smirked as she started leaping. The Hound and two members of her pack were chasing after her, which is exactly what she wanted. Without missing a beat Erin leaped up at a near by tree. She twisted her body so she landed on the trunk with her large feet. She seemed to stick for a quick moment, which was all the time she needed to tighten her leg muscles for the next leap. She dove head first, propelled by a massive jump from her vertical position on the tree truck. Giving the Hound a bit of credit, the canine was smart enough to realize that staying put wasn't the best idea. The other two, not so lucky. Erin landed on the two, one under each foot. The Double Stomp nearly crushed the girls beneath her foot, but broken collar bones were a given for each one. Erin jumped off as soon as she drove the girls into the ground. She continued to hop around the area, the Hound keeping up with her as she bounced.
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Haleigh wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she knew that she wasn't going to like it. The Doggirl that she had speared from behind was getting up, as well as the ones that had tried to tackle her earlier. Haleigh didn't back down however, she brought both hands up and took a solid stance. She just prayed that she had enough experience to handle it. She was about the only one that was close enough to protect Marcus, the rest of the released harem had their own hands full. “Just calm down and take several deep breaths. Watch their attack patterns, and then strike at the joints if you can.” She heard the advise Marcus was giving her, she was just having a hard time staying calm while dodging large furry bodies with sharp teeth. During the third lunge the dragon girl fell onto her back, her Dragon Claw raking the underbelly of the Doggirl as she sailed over head. She rolled to the side as the Doggirl gave a wounded cry as she fell. She was quickly captured in a beam of red energy from a thrown pokéball.
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Rose was having just the slightest bit of fun. She currently had two Doggirls struggling to get free, while the third was busy on the ground, her fingers rubbing her swollen pussy lips furiously. The first two had been captured with Vine Bondage, while the last poor girl was a victim of the Venuswhore's Lust Dust. Rose walked over calmly, tentacles slithering forward from her back. “So, who wants to go first?” Rose grinned wickedly as she stood over the Lust Dusted Doggirl. Her vines started wrapping themselves around the girl's limbs, pulling her legs and arms apart.
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Erin leaped from here to there, and sadly the Hound was keeping pace with her. 'God damn it. Doesn't this bitch ever get tired?' Erin leaped from the ground to a near by tree. Instead of landing on the trunk and bouncing off, she leaped backwards. She flipped once, using the rotation to bring her tail slamming into the ground right were the Hound should have been standing. Unfortunately the Hound wasn't there, the canine dodging to the side. Before the girl had a chance to get back up Erin took off again, hoping away with the Hound coming up behind her. “HALEIGH! GET READY!” Erin shouted as she leaped over to the Draco.
Haleigh punched the Doggirl she was currently fighting in the side of her head, effectively driving her off for a second. She crouched in the grass, hiding from the oncoming Hound. Erin landed on two of the girls Haleigh had been fighting with a severe Stomp technique, powered not only from her large size and momentum, but the extra weight that her rock like armor added. Haleigh spun in a circle, bringing both hands charged with a Dragon Claw in each up and into the body of the Hound. Caught unawares the attack was just what the Nurse Joy ordered. Haleigh felt slighlty ill at the sight of her opponent's torso being ripped open. The Hound screamed in pain, but she was quickly captured by Marcus, as were the two girls that were the landing pad to a bouncing Kangasscunt.
Erin spun around, her tail catching the remaining Doggirl in the group in the chest. The hapless Doggirl was crushed between the tree, which nearly shook Marcus free of it's boughs, and the Kangasscunt's Thunder Tail. Erin watched as blood erupted from the girls mouth as ribs were broken and sent through body organs. The feral slumped forward, the thrown pokéball bouncing off of her back without even capturing her. “Oh gods, I killed her.” The color seemed to drain from Erin's face beneath her fur.
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Danika was breathing heavily. The Doggirls that she had been forced to fight were all but done. Two of them were back up and circling her, the third one already resting comfortably in a shiny new pokéball. “Let's see how you get through these.” Danika slammed both palms on the ground. The grass around her seemed to shake for a split second before dozens of bamboo spikes shot up from beneath the tall grass. The Lance was successful in spearing one of the girls, her body being penetrated by the wooden lances in both upper legs, her right shoulder, and her abdomen. The other one had managed to escape with scratches on her sides from where the bamboo spears had scraped her. Danika tightened the muscles in her tail, she'd been scratched pretty bad and she didn't know how much longer she could hold on.
“Need some help love?”
Danika glanced out of the corner of her eye to see that Rose was walking calmly up behind her. “Yes, I could.” Danika breathed a slight sigh of relief as the Venuswhore turned her back, pointing her bulb at the two Doggirls. A large cloud of dirty greenish colored dust came wafting out of the flower's center and drifted lazily across the grass to the feral girls.
Rose had taken care of the three on her end rather nicely. She had simply tamed them all into submission. The use of a thick, wreathing vine was not to be trifled with when wielded by a tentacle happy Venuswhore. Marcus had walked along a branch to get within throwing distance of the girls, and all three were resting comfortably inside their new 'balls. As the dust reached the sensitive noses of the Doggirls they tried to react, but it was already to late. They had already inhaled the Sleep Powder. The two ferals tried to fight the effects of the powder, but it they had breathed in to much. They staggered as they tried to back away before falling over, snoring to the high heavens.
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Marcus checked everyone over. The last feral had been caught, and with the exception for the one Erin dropped, no one had died. Danika was a bit pissed at him, mostly because he had failed to heed her advice about having more than one traveling companion at a time. Marcus sprayed down all of the wounds on Danika's body. There was nothing but flesh wounds that covered his girls, but he applied liberal amounts of the P-Meds to their wounds. When everyone was taken care of Marcus walked over to Erin. The Kangasscunt had been sitting by herself since she had been checked over, just sitting in the grass and gazing out at the river. “You okay?”
“No, I'm not. I killed that girl. She was probably only looking for food or a taming, and I killed her.” Erin's voice was hollow. She felt sick to her stomach, and there wasn't anything that she could think of doing that would make her feel better. She couldn't bring herself to look at the corpse, nor could she bring herself to come any where close to it. All she wanted to do was get out of the area as soon as possible.
“Erin, look at me.” Marcus stood up and brought Erin's face to his, which was odd. Due to the height difference Erin was nearly as tall as he was when she sat down, or rather, hunched down. “I'm not going to sugar coat things and tell you what you want to hear. I'm going to tell you what you need to hear. You dropped your guard and because of that you were a bit overzealous when you were surprised. You killed the girl. There's nothing you can do but move on with your life and learn from this. No matter what you do, you can't take back a thrown punch.”
Erin felt worse than before. She had been hoping that Marcus would offer some comforting words of wisdom, but everything he was saying was just confirming what she already knew: It was all her fault. “I'm sorry.”
“Don't be. You did what you thought was right at the time. Could you have done something different? Sure. Did you do it? No.” Marcus gave Erin a brief hug. “What you did was what you thought was right, and I'm not going to fault you for that. This doesn't mean I want you to go around killing off anyone you don't like,” Marcus gave her a smirk. “That is, unless you absolutely have to.”
Hearing that Marcus thought that she did the right thing made her feel just a bit better. Erin grabbed hold of Marcus and squeezed him to her chest. “I couldn't think of a better Tamer to have.”
“I doubt that. You find a tamer shorter than me and I'm fucked.” Marcus grinned when the comment got a small laugh out of Erin.
“It'd take a hell of a lot more than that to get me to leave. You might be short, but your the right sizes were it counts.” Erin smiled. She stood up, shook herself and placed her hands on her luscious hips. “Well, I wanna get out of here and put this entire mess behind us.”
“And we will. So, that means that everyone other than Danika's going back in their ball.” Marcus was about to say something else, but he was cut off when he was lifted up into the air by his right leg. A thick vine was wrapped around his leg, a vine that he traced back to Rose.
“Like hell you are Master.” Rose used another three vines to right Marcus. “You can keep Danika out, but someone else is going to be traveling with you, including me, love.” Rose sat Marcus down next to her and Danika, who promptly gave Marcus a sharp pat on the head.
“I told you that you should have had someone else out besides me.” Dankia was just thankful that no one in the harem was severely injured, unless you counted the pretty deep gouge that she suffered.
“Alright, alright.” Marcus held up both hands. “Can you two decide on who else you want out? Or do you want me to pick?”
“I think you'd be good to have Haleigh out. She's in the same boat as Danika, even though she's already evolved once. I'd also say Erin, so you might as well leave everyone out.” Rose said as she lightly traced a hand down Marcus's chin. A few more days and then she'd be able to cure all of these poor flat chested girls and actually give them something with a little volume, that is, as long as she found an appropriate place to spend the days needed to make the powder.
“Okay then, we're all walking.” Marcus clasped his fingers behind his head as he made his way downriver. He heard, and felt, the others fall in line behind him as he marched. “So tell me a bit about yourselves.” Marcus listened while the girls bared their lives out for him. Danika had been born an Ulupi at a Ranch. She spent her entire life there until Marcus had won her during the Sadie Poken's Day Celebration. Rose had Thresholded quite a few years ago into a Boobisaur. She then spent the next several years being traded from Tamer to Tamer until she found herself emplyied at a company that shipped out large exports of Bloom Powder and Buttsprout Powder. Erin was the same way, only a few chapters behind Rose. She had undergone Threshold last month, found a tamer shortly after that, but that was cut short by Team Soakit. She left Lee and Ann on Sadie Poken's Day when she ran into Marcus. Haleigh was born a Mynx, and was practically in the same boat as Rose. She was passed from tamer to tamer because of her asthma. None of them seemed to want to take the time to train and evolve her. She was running from one of her older Tamers when she was saved by Marcus.
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Haleigh leaned back, stuffed from the meal. “Do you eat like this all the time out here?” Tonight's supper had consisted of fresh fish, and even fresher fruit. She used a claw to pick out a bone that was stuck between her teeth.
“Usually. Then again it mostly depends on where we camp. You can't catch fish if there's no water.” Marcus said as he tossed an orange between his hands. Sonja had out done herself with Jira's help. Each one of them seemed determined to catch more fish than the other, and making sure they were larger than the rest as well. “Thanks you two.” Sonja and Jira were playing tic-tac-toe with a couple of broken sticks and stones in the dirt. “But next time, you think you can leave some fish for the rest of the world?”
“What? It's not like you were complaining when you were filling your belly.” Sonja laid back on a rock, “I win again.” She laughed as she jumped backwards onto her hands. She walked upside down over to where Marcus was and laid down, her head in his lap. “You know what? I sort of wish everything could last like this.”
“What's wrong?” Marcus knew Sonja to damn well to not notice when she wasn't feeling right.
“It's just.... I miss Mika.” Sonja whispered. Living with Mika and Marcus had been the best times of her current life. It just wasn't fair for Mika to disappear like that. Mika had loved Marcus just as much as she did, and yet the Spiderwoman had wondered off during Sadie Poken's Day.
“I know. I miss her too.” Marcus sighed as he leaned his head back. The stars were just barely visible through the leaves of the trees. “Come on, everyone up.” Marcus rose and moved to a tree. With everyone's help the entire harem and him made it to the top of the massive trees. “Now this is a view.” Marcus relaxed in Danika's coils while staring up at the starlit sky.
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Marcus felt like dying. He'd followed the river to Sweetjugs just as planned. To make sure that everyone was ready for the upcoming battle Marcus had taken the time to train them as they traveled. So far everyone seemed to be doing well. They were excelling while working alone, but their team work left a lot more to be desired. Danika had seemed to improve the most. When the Ulupi fought she utilized a unique knife hand style. She didn't have much in the way of fancy foot work, but that was due to her lack of feet. Seeing the building outlines of Sweetjugs break through the trees. “PIZZA!” Marcus ran forward as fast as he could. He'd been craving a slice of cheesy heaven a day since he left Pousse, and his girls were (quite frankly) tired of hearing about it.
“FINALLY!” Sonja screamed with relief as she saw Marcus rush ahead. She could have sworn that her Tamer was a Cheetit the way he was tearing up the path to the city. “At least now he can stop complaining,” she turned her head to Anahi as she ran. It was just the two of them out to make sure Marcus didn't kill himself. The entire harem had been fed up with Marcus's constant whining about the lack of a cheesy deep-dish. She leaped gracefully over a Tamer that Marcus had knocked down, throwing back an apology. She and Anahi kept their speed just under Marcus's.
Marcus blew through town in a hurry. He followed the road signs until he could see the top of the PokéCenter. He pulled Sonja's and Anahi's pokéballs from his belt, recalling the two as he ran. He ran into the 'Center, scheduled a healing cycle as quickly as possible, and ran back out of the 'center like he was possessed. He grabbed a nearby man by the shoulders, much to the surprise of him and his pokégirl. “WHERE'S THE NEAREST PIZZA PARLOR!?” Marcus had a crazed look in his eyes as he shouted at the man. The stunned Tamer pointed a shaking finger southwest, which is the direction Marcus took off running. Marcus nearly kicked the door in getting into the door. “EXTRA LARGE, TRIPPLE CHEESE PIZZA! NOW!” Marcus shouted, much to the shock of all the patrons in the store.
Marcus was enjoying the walk back. He had enjoyed the cheesy, greasy, and oh-so-orgasmic taste of the triple cheese pizza he had just consumed all by himself. Marcus licked the remaining grease from his lips with a slight 'smack'. He had a dozen pizzas in his hands, for the girls of his that should be healed by now.
“HEY! ASSHOLE!”
Marcus spun around. A tanned woman was standing behind him, her fists balled up at her hips. “I'm sorry, can I help you?” Marcus had no idea what the beef was that this girl had with him. So far he'd only been in town long enough to act like an idiot while ordering a pizza, that and put his girls through a healing cycle. Something he still needed to check on. “Excuse me? You talking to me?”
“Yeah, I am. You owe me a fucking apology.” The female tamer was pissed. From what Marcus saw her body was decently built, which first made him think that the girl was either an incredibly fit woman, or a fighting type.
“Sorry, don't know what you're talking about. Now, if you don't mind, I've got pizza's to deliver.” Marcus turned away, but the thought that he'd seen the woman before grated on his nerves. He couldn't remember where he'd seen her before, but he was sure that he had. And he should have remembered. The woman's mocha colored skin made him think of the AmazonKapoeraas first, but that wasn't the case. The Dark Continent looking beauty had a face twisted in fury.
“Look kid, I don't think you know who you're talking to. Just apologize and you can be on your way.” The woman had an air of superiority that was beginning to piss him off even more. “I'd hate to have to break my foot off in your ass because of your own stupidity.”
“Trust me, I've probably done dumber things than this,” Marcus shrugged as he just kept walking. He walked back to the PokéCenter his way, long enough to try to loose the woman, but quick enough to get there with the pizza still hot. Sadly the woman was still following him when he arrived at the PokéCenter.
“Mr. Marcus N. Waters?”
Marcus turned his attention to the attendant behind the desk She was someone human looking as well. “Yep.”
“Very good then. Here's your harem. Have a pleasant day.” The woman produced a tray with his belt rolled up and seven red and white spheres set in grooves. Marcus thanked the girl. He placed a stack of pizzas down on the counter, shrank and clipped the pokéballs to the belt, and then picked up the stack of pizzas, his tail looping around the the belt buckle. “You too.” Marcus turned his head, but the woman that had been following him was gone. “Thank god.” Marcus picked up a key to a room. “Time to chow down ladies.” Marcus passed out pizzas as he released the harem. His harem was divided on what they liked, so Marcus picked up enough pizzas to suit everyone's taste. And with the PokéPack he could save one pizza right now and bring it back out in a month and it'd still be pipping hot. It's a wonder that some deliveries still don't use it. Hell, with that and a teleport-able girl a guy'd never have to wait longer than the time it takes to cook the pizza before it's delivered.
“Hey Master, what day is it?” Jira was careful picking up a slice of the Meat Lovers. Sure it was all Kangasscunt and Chickenlittle eggs, but it was the seasoning that made it taste different.
“It's the nineteenth, why?” Marcus was pulling out cans of soda, beer, and juice to put into the fridge. He looked up over the door to the mini fridge and raised an eyebrow. “What's going on?”
“Ohh, nothing.” Jira diverted the topic by stuffing her mouth full of pizza. Marcus didn't try to pursue the topic, he went right back to stuffing beverages into the fridge. “So, when do you plan on checking out the Gym in town?”
“I plan on heading over there tomorrow,” Marcus pulled a chair out to sit in, but he was placed in Erin's lap by the large and affectionate Kangasscunt. “Ladies, have fun and rest up, tomorrow we get back down to business.” Marcus snuggled into Erin's lap as Jira came over and straddled him. Marcus lifted her shirt above her breasts, pulled her bra down, and brought her closer so he could drink deeply from her bosom.
“You know what? I actually grew up here in Sweetjugs,” Erin didn't mind the extra weight in her lap, she rather liked it. “I can show you all of the coolest spots. At least they were the coolest when I was a human.” She patted Marcus on top of his head before pulling Jira up to her. Erin took a few mouthfuls, savoring the taste of the warm milk. She could tell the difference between the milk that came from Jira and Anahi.
Marcus and took turns with the rest of his girls as they emptied the swollen breasts of Anahi and Jira. “Time for the guided tour.” Marcus left everything but his 'dex in the room. He slipped the electrical device in his back pocket. “If you'd be so kind.” Marcus held the door open for the girls as they walked outside the room. He didn't know why guys were so against it. He got to see the goods coming, and going, all at the same time. Marcus followed behind his gaggle of beauties until they reached the lobby, where he rushed forward to hold the doors again. As his harem passed him he was able to give them a slight swat on their rump, Sonja and Erin replying with a quick grope of his junk. “So, where to first Erin?”
“First, it's the Gym.” Erin took off towards the Gym. She hoped along in front. To avoid the salvage battle offers that Marcus was receiving she suggested putting Haleigh in her ball. The Dragon-Girl flat out refused, which meant that the slew of battle offers, and the responding 'Piss off,' continued all the way until they reached the actual Gym.
Marcus whistled. The Gym was at least four stories tall, but in actuality it was five, if you counted the basement. Erin laid the basic lay-out of the gym for him. On the first floor it was mostly a reception area with lockers and a swimming pool. The second story was a basketball court surrounded by a track. The third floor was used for the lower end of the stronger pokégirls, with the Amachamp class weights down in the basement. The third floor also served as a make-shift dojo. The fourth floor was strictly for PokéBattles. There were two separate rooms, one that was open to the public that anyone could watch and participate in, and another that was strictly for official Gym matches. “Sukebe's left nut,” Marcus recalled everyone but Erin and Sonja. Marcus was actually glad he showed up when he did. The Gym leader was having a match right now, and it was open to anyone that wanted to watch. Marcus jumped up. To take the elevator he had to recall his girls, but he simply released them once the door opened. “Take a seat girls, the show's about to start.”
“Hey Marcus, check out who the Gym Leader is,” Sonja pointed to the large screen on the opposing wall. There was a large television that was on each wall, and all of them showed the arena in split views.
While her hair was pulled back and she was now wearing a sports bra, Marcus recognized the woman. “Fuckin' Minotaura shit.” It was the same woman that he had somehow managed to piss off, just his luck. “OH COME THE FUCK ON!” Marcus screamed at the top of his lungs when he recognized the balding middle age man that was the opponent.
“Well, hello to you to.”
“You'd think he hated the idea that we were here.”
Marcus's eyes went wide in fear at the sound of the voices behind him. “Please, oh please. Don't let that be who I think it is.” Marcus closed his eyes, his face locked in a permanent wince as he turned around. Slowly, and reluctantly, he opened his left eye. His fears were confirmed. Standing behind him with arms crossed, were the two of the three PokéWomen he wanted to avoid for the rest of his natural born life. “Hello. Goodbye.” Marcus took off as fast as he could down the stairs. It wasn't any use however, the human looking PokéWoman was standing right in front of him.
“What? Think that you're fast enough to out run your mothers?” The human looking PokéWoman wrapped her arms around Marcus in a hug. “You're not that good.”
“Yeah? And I don't remember the other kids in my class being drilled nonstop with training and martial arts.” Marcus timidly returned the hug. At least it was just Amy and Natalie. He could handle the Gladiatrix and the War Hound it was his and Chisha's actual mother that he was trying to avoid. “Please. Please, tell me that she stayed at home to watch the Dojo.”
“And just who are you hoping stayed behind to watch the dojo?”
Marcus knew the voice, and he also knew why the hug that Amy was giving him was a bit to secure. “Damnit.” Marcus's head nearly got taken off by the force of the smack to the back of his head.
“That is no way the Prince of all Sayjins should be talking. And you will not speak in such a manner as that while in the presence of your mothers.” The Sayjin ignored the angry comments from the two girls that undoubtedly belonged to her son. “You will conduct yourself in a manner that befits your heritage.”
“What kind of lady goes around nearly killing her fucking son?!” Marcus shouted. He had been turned around by Amy, but the Gladiatrix made sure that he wasn't escaping.
“For nearly four years you disappeared from our lives. I don't know if you ever understood, but we really do love you.” Natalie came down and took hold of Marcus, taking her turn to hug him. She'd always been the gentler of the three. Marcus was the son of her Master, and her Alpha. Her own son was once that still stayed in touch, but it seemed that he resented her and the rest of the family.
“It's because none of you understand the word 'gentle' or 'restraint' when it comes to teaching.” Marcus hugged Natalie back.
“It was all for your own good. One day you will be able to proudly carry on the Flowing Waters' Dojo when your father becomes to old to teach.” Kyuri placed a hand on her son's shoulder. “And by that time I will have helped you gain a harem that will exceed anything but a Sayjin!”
“Psst, Erin.” Sonja and Erin had been watching the whole thing without a clue as to what to think. Their Master was being manhandled by Pokégirls, and yet they couldn't do anything. It wasn't like they could raise their hand against his mothers. They both knew that just one of the trio of PokéWomen had more experience under their belts than the two of them together. “Are you following any of this?”
The Kangasscunt leaned back, using her tail as a stool. “Yeah. Our Master isn't as fearless as we thought. He loves his parents, but he's scared shit-less of them due to some previous, child-based, emotional scaring.” Erin blinked at the blank look on Sonja's face. “Before I went through Threshold I wanted to be a Psychiatrist. Not everyone enjoys having a Psychic type poking around in their head to see what's wrong.” That explanation seemed to settle her Alpha's curiosity.
“So what do you think we should do? I wanna help him, but I can't exactly start trying to beat up on his parents.” Sonja hated thinking things through, it always gave her a headache. “So what should we do?”
“I'm for the option of grabbing a bag of popcorn, sitting back, and laughing my pouch off.” Erin couldn't help but find this funny. Marcus was definitely the shorter of the arguing group, yet he showed no signs of backing down. It really got amusing when his mothers started going off on him about his tattoos.
“Hey, what's all the fuss about?”
Marcus stopped arguing just as his pops came up from the arena. “Heya Pops. You win already?” Marcus wasn't a tall man by any standards, and yet he was still taller than his father. Timothy Waters stood at an even five foot, yet there was a powerful presence that surrounded the balding, middle aged man.
“You didn't watch? To bad. You could have seen something nice.” He pointed back down, where the Gym Leader was trying to cover her self up. “To bad you ran before I could teach you some of the nicer techniques.”
“Ran? If I didn't ya'll still be trying to kill me with yer crazy teaching methods. Hell, you threw me to the Lupinas and just fucking laughed.” Marcus wasn't exaggerating. There wasn't any mistake that their teaching methods were effective, but they were crazy as hell.
“How about this? You win and I'll consider you to be good enough. You loose, and you'll spend the entire rainy season back with us, training.” Timothy smiled as he held out his hand.
“Don't regret taking me on old man.” Marcus grabbed his father's forearm, shaking on the bet.
“You got me wrong boy. You're challenge is the Gym Leader, not me.” Timothy grinned and actually threw Marcus over his shoulder down into the arena. “Ms. Ali! I'd like you to meet my son!” Timothy hopped up onto the arena railing, only to jump down softly.
“Get the fuck you of here you senile, perverted, old bastard!” Elissa screamed as she took the robe that was brought to her. She'd been humiliated twice today, and each one was by a father or son. “You're lucky I don't have my girls pound the fucking daylights out of you for what you did to me.”
“Come, come now. There's a few styles that I know that are designed only to target the clothing of an opponent. It's actually quite common in Judo.” Timothy had the gall to look offended.
“What ever,” Marcus said as he smacked his father across the head. It was something that had passed along from father to son, a large streak of perverseness. His father had just better keep his hands, feet, and all the rest of his body to his-self. “Sorry about the old man. Can't say I blame you if you wanna just reschedule the match for another day.”
“Don't be ridiculous. I'll let my girls teach you a lesson you'll never forget.” Elissa smirked. This was the perfect time to try out the new girl that she had just acquired. “I'll not only make you pay for knocking me down earlier, but you'll pay for the sins of your father as well.”
“Well, good luck boy.” Timothy dodged the kick his son threw with ease, leaping back up into the stands with assistance of a wall kick.
“Dirty, rotten, son of a Byte Bitch.” Marcus placed his left thumb and middle finger between his lips. He whistled once, the frequency fluctuating up and down. “SONJA! ERIN! IT'S PARTY TIME!” Marcus called out over the roar of the spectators. The first one to arrive was Erin. The Kangasscunt must have leaped from the stands. She landed hard on the floor, a loud thud giving out a dull echo. Sonja was the last to arrive. She had ran down to the railing, used it as a vault, and preformed quite a few aerial stunts before landing into a roll. She popped up on his right hand side since the left was occupied by Erin.
“A Kangasscunt? I can't believe you're underestimating me that badly.” Elissa made a few hand singles behind her back. The Gym Attendants that worked for her knew the first two all to well, but it was the last one that they had trouble with. In just a few moments a Damsel came out carrying a silver tray with three balls on it. “Time to see what you can do. ATHENA!”
Marcus was just as stunned into silence just like the rest of the crowd. His first thought when Elissa shouted Athena was that it was indeed General Athena herself. But the girl that he saw was completely different from the way that she was described in texts. The girl was rather plain looking, even if her beauty was compared to that of human women. “Christ, a fucking FarFuck'D.” Marcus grumbled, he wanted to be the only crazy bastard in the arena. “Anahi, let's rumble.” Marcus pulled the Wolf Queen's ball from his belt and released the armored girl.
“Is she a damn Armsmistress?” Elissa didn't know what to think. The human looking girl the tamer released was armored, but without a weapon. “Is she an unarmed fighter?” She did notice the tattoo on the girl's right arm. It was most likely the work of a Tats, but there was no telling what the hell it did. “Athena! Watch that arm!”
“I've already noticed it and am planning appropriate counter measures.” Athena brought her shield up, followed by her spear. She crouched, getting most of her body behind the shield while still being able to move with ease. “Come! And face your defeat at the Goddess of War!”
“Anahi, wait until you absolutely have to before switching. Other than that, happy hunting.” Marcus would let Anahi work her magic her own way, he'd only help if needed. He watched as the two square off. Athena had made a few uncommitted lunges at Anahi with her spear, but right now the two combatants were only testing the water.
Anahi growled. She could end this easily if she was just allowed to shift forms. She heard the order from her Master to use Absorb just as she saw and heard the end of her prey's stick start crackling with lightning. With the Mrk. II version of the Electric Blade being fueled by magic instead of Chi, the Wolf Queen's 'Absorb' was able to drain away most of the damage. A light cut appeared on her upper arm, but it wasn't anything to worry about. Already Anahi's powers of regeneration were in effect, stopping the bleeding without to much blood loss. Anahi was faster than the stick girl, that was proven when she rolled out of the way of another jab with the spear.
Marcus watched as Anahi was slowly pushed back, bit by bit. Most of the damage was being staved off by her use of 'Absorb,' but it wouldn't protect her forever. “CHANGE!” Marcus shouted the order, and thankfully Anahi heard it over the roar of the crowd. Marcus watched in smug delight as everyone in the arena went silent at the sight of the armored woman suddenly changing into nearly a fourteen foot monstrous Wolf Queen. It was also just the diversion that Anahi needed. A crashing blow from a flaming right hand sent the FarFuck'D flying across the arena. Marcus winced at the imagined pain as the girl crashed back first into the opposing wall. “She's gonna feel that in the mornin'.” Marcus whispered to no one in particular.
Anahi waited, her right hand aflame, for the girl to get up and continue the fight. She was disappointed when someone on the side said that the hunt was already over. The girl standing on the side of the arena announced that the FarFuck'D wasn't able to continue, when he dropped to all fours and walked over to her Master before curling up behind him.
“Awesome as usual Anahi. Awesome as usual.” Marcus scratched the Wolf Queen behind one of her large ears. “You wanna watch the rest of the match, or do you wanna get some rest in your ball?”
“Watch.”
“Then stay put. This is one-on-one today.” Marcus waited for the Gym leader to release her second girl. The room started shaking lightly, accompanied by the sounds of motors running. “What the fuck was that?” Marcus could see the answer before Sonja said anything.
“That would have been the sounds of the floor opening up into a pit with a bunch of pillars, as well as a large group of chains dropping down from the ceiling. It looked like on big metal jungle. The floor had retracted to reveal a pit that held what looked to be hundreds of metal poles. They didn't look sharp, but there was only enough room on one for maybe a single foot.
Elissa grabbed hold of one of her main harem's balls. The bastard child of that perverted old geezer got off lucky on that last match. She had used a brand new girl and was simply testing the ability of the Tamer's harem. “Good luck. Zhenga!”
Marcus stared. At first he thought he was looking at an AmazonKapoeraa, but the hair was a brilliant blond. He pulled out his pokédex and scanned the girl quickly. “Acrobabe. Sonja, how about you take this one? You're both evolved from the same girl.”
“Ooh, so this means she might just be able to keep up with me,” Sonja bounced into the arena. When the ref started the second round of the match both her and the Acrobabe bounced and ran across the metallic poles with ease. Sonja was just slightly faster, meeting the girl just pass the middle. Sonja leaped up and struck out with what should have been a jaw shattering Hurricane Kick connected with nothing but air. Sonja easily landed on one of the poles, spinning around on one foot. The Acrobabe had leaped up as well, but instead of kicking she had grabbed hold of the chains and used them to escape. “Ohh, this is going to be fun,” Sonja wasn't as used to fighting this way as the Acrobabe clearly was, but she wasn't going to be going down that easily. Sonja jumped, but was promptly knocked back down by a swinging kick that came out of nowhere to her chest. She managed to grab hold of a pole just before falling down the pit. “What the fuck was that?!” Sonja could see the Acrobabe swinging away. Taking her chance she scrambled up the pole and leaped, aiming for one of the low hanging chains. She caught hold of it and swung herself up, only to be knocked clear away from the pit. “What the fuck's going on here?”
“Sonja, cool your jets. The Acrobabe's part Psychic, and part Fighting. She's been using Chi Blasts and Psi-Beams to knock you about on your ass.” Marcus called out. From the sidelines he could see it all, and it was getting annoying. Everytime Sonja would try to jump up and catch a chain, she'd be knocked away by either an unseen psychic attack, get knocked down thanks to a well timed Chi-Blast, or the chains would move away from her grasping hand. When Sonja tried to simply run across the pillars the Acrobabe would simply just swing down and deliver a momentum driven kick. Sonja did manage to grab hold of her once, but she was forced to let go when the Acrobabe let go of the chain. Sonja chose to let go and catch herself before she was slammed down onto the pillars.
“The Challenger's HeroKapoeraa is no longer able to battle. The round goes to the gym Leader.” The Damsel raised the flag for her Mistress. The Zhenga returned to her Mistress, returning to her pokéball in a beam of red energy.
“Come on, release your final girl. I wanna hurry up and get away from my parents as soon as possible.” Marcus had his 'dex ready to scan the next girl that was released. At first he thought he was looking at another Gladiatrix. The only thing that stopped Marcus from thinking that the girl was a Gladiatrix was the severe lack of scars on her body. Marcus checked the 'dex, which revealed that the girl was actually a slightly less armored Armsmistress. The metal casing shone in the stadium's lighting, which gave Marcus a bright idea when he saw a certain tid-bit of information in the entry. “Perfect.” Marcus went straight for Jira's ball on his belt. “Come on Pretty Kitty. You've got some work to do.”
'You've got to be fucking kidding me. Why in the hell did he have to choose a damn cat for Zeva to go up against?” Elissa was about three seconds from cursing the entire Waters' family line. The father had virtually molested her while stripping her of her clothing, and now the damn son was tied. The worst part was that the Tamer had released a Cat-Type to fight her Armsmistress, the one type of girl that the Armsmistress's in general flat out refuse to fight. “Zeva, do you think you could fight her?”
“Only if I must. Is there any thing wrong with me forfeiting?” Zeva was torn. She didn't want to disappoint her Mistress, but at the same time she felt like a mother being told to brutally assault her own children.
“Well, it would mean that I lost and he'd win the badge. I wouldn't mind so much if it wasn't for the fact that his father had practically did everything short of taming me in front of all these people. So yeah, I don't really want him to win.” Elissa gave Zeva the quick and clean version of the humiliation she had suffered.
Zeva racked her brain. There was just one way that she could think of that would allow her to actually battle the Tigress without feeling to much like an ass. Zeva reached back and pulled the large Morningstar off of her back. She threw it to the ground along with her shield. While her shield bounced a few times, her spiked mace didn't. Zeva contemplated taking her armor off as well, but that was quickly blasted from her mind. “Please, heed my advice. Do not fight.”
Jira stopped midstretch. “You're kidding right? There's no way I'm backing down from you.” Jira threw a few quick jabs in the Armsmistress' direction. “Don't hold back on me. I wanna win for my Master, but I don't want it handed to me.”
“I refuse to raise my hand against felines, but I'm afraid I'm unable to back down either,” Zeva sighed as she stepped into the arena. The Damsel finally signaled the start of the match.
Marcus grinned to himself. Zeva was sticking to her word. Everytime Jira threw a punch or a kick it was either dodged or taken. The Armsmistress wasn't putting up any fight. Marcus was beginning to feel like he was cheating, but that was fine by him. There weren't many things in the world that was worse than the training methods that his parent's came up with specifically for him. “Come on Jira! Go for the joints. Stop her movements.”
Jira huffed. That was easier said than done. Every time she went for the joints her claws raked against metal and leather. It was impossible to penetrate the armor before the joint was twisted out of the way. Jira spun three hundred and sixty degrees as she stepped in. She dipped as she stomped the ground. Using her legs to help drive her body forward, Jira brought both hands up in front of her in a double uppercut.
Zeva took to the air, her wings appearing from out of nowhere. She flapped only a few times before settling back down in front of Elissa. “Mistress, I'm sorry.”
“Don't worry about it. How about you just give her a hug? If all else fails you can turn this into a sex match. Just don't. Let. Him. Win.” Elissa wasn't usually this cold to her harem, especially not to her Alpha. But the events that had happened that day were enough to thoroughly bug the hell out of her.
“As you wish, Mistress.” Zeva had no idea what was going on. It took a lot to get under Elissa's skin. Yet, somehow, this tamer had succeeded magnificently. She flew back over to the girl, staying above and just out of the Tigress's reach. “Please. I'm asking you once again. Yield.”
“I'm telling you once again,” Jira shouted. She just needed to get that winged annoyance into arm's length. If she did that, then it was just like taking care of any other flier. Jira braced herself as the Armsmistress dove. Jira had been expecting a brutal impact, but instead she was wrapped up in a soft hug. Jria instantly tried to get out of the hug, but the Armsmistress was to strong. The pressure increased. Even as she screamed, the Armsmistress only let up the pressure for a split second before reapplying it.
Marcus groaned. It didn't look like Jira was getting free. Instead of listening to her scream in pain Marcus recalled her, forfeiting the match.
“The Challenger has recalled his Pokégirl! The Gym Leader of the Sweetjugs Gym wins by forfeit!” The Damsel cried out. There was a mixture of cheers and shouts of disapproval, but the match was already decided.
Marcus recalled everyone. He walked across the arena, ignoring the sour look he was getting from the Armsmistress. “Sorry 'bout the old man,” he turned around and shrugged to the Armsmistress, “and sorry for tryin' to get you to fight Jira. I was sort of hoping for an easy win. My life was countin' on the fact that you'd just give up when forced to fight my Tigress.”
Elissa and Zeva both looked at each other and blinked in surprise. There were very few Tamers that would apologize to a woman, even if she happened to be the Gym Leader. There were even fewer that would ever think about apologizing to a Pokégirl, let alone actually do it. “It's-its' really not your fault. I was just mad at you for knocking me down earlier and not apologizing for it.”
“Shit, I did? Sorry. I was sort of in a rush. We'd been trekking all day and we just wanted to get into town. And I was really craving a sizzling hot deep-dish.” Marcus smiled. The happy look quickly faded as he glanced up at the screen. The cameras were still being trained on the arena and the feed was still rolling. Marcus saw that his father was coming up behind him, Marcus's mothers in tow. “Gotta go.” Marcus bailed as quick as he could. He used the crowd to help escape, snatching a random person's stocking cap on the way out.
“Heh. Try to take me back will you? NEVAH!” Marcus laughed to himself as he walked through the doors of the PokéCenter. Marcus placed the three battlers through a quick healing cycle. He pulled Erin's ball from his belt, releasing the girl in the lobby. “Know of any good place to eat around here?”
“Yeah, but didn't we just finish off the pizza's?” Erin could have sworn that it hadn't even been more than two hours since they finished eating.
“Yeah, but I get hungry,” Marcus sat down on the sofa. He didn't fight it when he was pulled into Erin's lap. He leaned back, comfortable, using her soft chest as pillows when he suddenly found himself face first on the floor. “Erin, what gives?”
“Ooohh... don't look.” Erin tried to hide her blushing, but it wasn't working. The guy she'd had the largest crush on since before she could remember had walked in through the door to the 'Center.
Marcus did what any sane man would have done when told not to do something, and that was to do it anyway. Marcus swore that the guy was some sort of bishi, or whatever that Edo term was for girlish looking men. “You've gotta crush on him?”
“Err, no. I-I mean he's good looking, but he never even noticed me back in school.” Erin was silently begging that Marcus would put her back into her ball. The last thing she wanted was to be reduced to a smothering mess in front of not only the guy she was still crushing on, but her tamer as well.
“Hold that thought.” Marcus rolled across the floor, springing into a walk. “Hey, buddy. You got a second?” Marcus tapped the handsome young man on the shoulder. When he turned around Marcus could see that it wasn't just a distance thing, the was flat out gorgeous. Marcus loved titties, a warm and tight pussy, and a luscious ass just as much, if not more, than the next guy. But even he had to admit the guy was good looking.
“I'm sorry, but do I know you?” When he turned around Marcus was able to see, for the first time, that there was a tiny winged person sitting on the guy's shoulder.
“Nah, but right now I've got a Kangasscunt that's gushing over you. I was just wondering if you'd like to trade for her. She seems to fancy ya.” Marcus grinned. The fact that the guy had one of the Fairy types was a bonus. The girl was in serious danger of beign smothered to death by Erin.
“Actually, I am. I came across a girl that, while nice, simply disturbs me a bit to much. Not to mention the fact that her breasts are absolutely over sized.”
“What? What're you talking about? There's no such thing as titties that're to big. You can't go wrong with tig ol' bitties.” Marcus crossed his arms. The guy had just seriously lost some points with him on that one statement.
“I suppose. They've never been my thing.” The guy peered over to where the Kangasscunt looked like she was trying to will herself out of existance. “I suppose. I should warn you though. The girl I plan on trading is a Jugguar.”
“Done!” Marcus shouted as he grabbed the guy by the shoulders, nearly knocking off the 'girl perched there. Marcus had read about the Jugguars, dispite their only recent discovery. She would give Rose a run for her money. “Come on, meet Erin.”
“He-heya Zack.” Erin stammered as Marcus approached with Zack. She was positively terrified, as well as positively excited, about being traded to the guy she'd been dreaming about for so long. “You sure about this Master?”
Marcus nodded. “On one condition,” Marcus glaned at Zack. “We swap com numbers. I've grown attached to Erin. I want her to keep in touch, which means no Level 5. You do that to her and the Legendaries themselves wouldn't be able to stop me from kickin' your ass.” Marcus was glad to see that Zack understood. Marcus recalled Erin for the last time after hugging her. Him and Zack walked up to the counter and made the trade. Marcus placed the new Pokéball on in the spot that was once Erin's. He put Sonja's, Anahi's, and Jira's balls back on their rightful places as well as he returned to his room. Sighing he took them back off, releasing everyone but the new girl.
“Listen up gang, there's been a change in the harem.”
“Where's Erin?” Haleigh was looking around the room, but the lack of the Kangasscunt dawned on everyone.
“That's the change. I traded her away.” Marcus waited for the chorus of 'What the fuck's to die down. “Finished? Cool. She saw someone that she'd been creaming her panties for since before she could remember. He seemed like a nice enough guy, so we traded.”
“What was she traded for?” Jira was curious as to what the guy was willing to trade for a common Kangasscunt.
“A Jugguar. Get this, he said that her breasts were to big.”
“What the hell was that?” Rose's eyes were wide open in shock. She couldn't believe that anyone was able to even think that such a thing was even possible. “Can you run that by me again love?”
“He said that he was creeped out by the fact that her breasts were to damn big.” Marcus nodded. “He seemed a bit glad to be rid of her to tell the truth.” Marcus glanced around.
“Well, we gonna meet her or not?” Sonja bounced up and down, successfully diverting Marcus's attention to her bouncing bosom. “I wanna meet these epic boobies!”
“Come on out, who ever you are.” Marcus tossed the ball. When the red energy finished forming the shape of the girl, Marcus's eyes bulged. “HOLY SHIT!” Standing before him was a tall, muscular, and incredibly well endowed black feline. Her sleek fur was about the only thing she was wearing other than a bright pink high rise thong and bra.
“For fuck's sake. I'M NOT A GOD DAMNED PANTHRESS!” The busty black furred feline shouted. She was getting tired of this shit. Just when she was starting to make headway with one tamer, she was shipped off to another. Just once she'd like to be with a tamer that wasn't scared of her right off the back.
“I KNOW!” Marcus yelled back. He glanced around the room. There were apparently those that didn't believe him when he said that she was a Jugguar. Jira, Sonja, Rose, and pretty much everyone but Anahi had moved into the spot between him and the massive tits. “What the hell are you girls doing? I told you before she was a Jugguar.”
“But she looks like a Panthress.” Jira hissed.
“Shut up, sit down on the bed, or you all can go back into your balls.” Marcus crossed his arms. The girls in front of him all started at him and then looked at each other. Slowly they all thinned out. “Thank you. And now, back to you.” Marcus turned back to the brooding feline. “You okay? Sorry for yelling earlier.”
“I'm use to it, but it doesn't mean I like it any.” The Jugguar sat down on the floor. She looked around. The first one she spotted was the Venuswhore, who was beginning to look absolutely thrilled. “Umm, is she gonna rape me?” She pointed a clawed finger.
Marcus glanced back over to Rose and laughed. “If I don't keep an eye on her? She'll end up raping you to the point were you'll never need another taming for as long as you live. Mind if I sit down?” Marcus sad in front of her when she nodded. “Honestly, I wasn't yelling because of what you thought I was yelling for.”
“Bullshit. Everyone that takes even a glance at me thinks I'm a Panthress and their first reaction is always to run and scream. Their second is to try and kill me.” The Jugguar started to tear up.
Marcus scooted around, getting up on one knee to drape his arm around her shoulders. “Actually, I was screaming for joy. The guy that I got you from, that Zack moron, traded you away because he said that you creeped him out.”
“See? I even scare the nice ones away. It'll keep happening to me until I finally end up being killed.”
“Not on my watch. And get this, the dummy said you creeped him out because your breasts were to big.” Marcus nodded when she gave him a startled look.
“HE SAID WHAT!?”
“Yep. He said that your breasts were to big for him.” Marcus nodded. He then did something he couldn't help, he turned around to where he was in front of her and grabbed both of her tits and nuzzled his face between them. “Me? I love big titties, and these beauties ought to be a National Treasure.”
The Jugguar froze as she felt the tamer nuzzling in her chest. The guy was happy that she was here? “Yo-you're serious aren't you?”
“Actually my name is 'Marcus', not 'Serious'. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.” Marcus grinned. “Come on. You gotta meet the rest of the family. You have a name yet?”
“I did. Several. But I never liked any of them.” The Jugguar looked away.
“So, how about we all decide on what to call you?” Marcus looked around the room for suggestions. “Any thoughts?”
Haleigh raised her hand. “Primula?”
A shake of the Jugguar's head.
“Titty Queen?”
Rose and the Jugguar gave a simultaneous no. “Sorry, but I'm still larger than her, and I'm not sagging.” Rose crossed her hands under her breasts. The statement irked the Jugguar to no end.
“Some sagging can make 'em even sexier. It doesn't make them look.... fake....” The Jugguar said as she stood up.
“Hallelujah!” Macrus clasped both hands together and looked towards the heaven's sending up a silent prayer of thanks.
“What? What's wrong?” The Jugguar looked around, trying to find what her new Tamer was so happy about.
“Master's just as big of an ass fiend as he is a tit fiend.” Sonja smirked. Standing up she looked the Jugguar over. “Sasha.” The name suggestion came as a start from everyone, especially since it came from the same person that suggested 'Titty Queen.'
“Sasha.... that don't sound to bad. What do you think?” Marcus asked, his eyes still trained on the large toned ass in front of him.
The Jugguar thought about the name for a minute before nodding. “Sasha sounds nice.”
“Good. Then guess what.” Marcus grinned as he stared up the backside of the much taller girl.
Sasha got a bit worried. Her new Master had the same look on his face as everyone in the harem. “Um? What?”
“You get to be welcomed into the harem. My way. Girls, make her squeal.”
Before Sasha had a chance to say anything she was captured by vines that bound her wrists together behind her back. “Hey, what's going on?”
“You're about to be induced into the harem, by the harem. The focus is all on you tonight girlie.” Rose grinned as she leaned down and kissed the feline, her Catnip Kiss working almost insantly. “And it's going to be a long..... long..... long.... night.”
Active Harem:
1. Sonja – HeroKapoeraa (Alpha)
2. Anahi – Wolf Queen
3. Jira – Tigress
4. Rose – Venuswhore
5. Haleigh – Draco
6. Sasha – Jugguar
7. Danika – Ulupi (Non-Combat)