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Marcus yawned as he glanced at his watch. It was already well past four in the morning. There was just something about this height that was refusing to let him sleep comfortably. As agreed with his parents, Marcus had spent the entire six month Rainy-Season practicing at the family dojo. However, to wait until after the first of the new year, Marcus went ahead and stayed in Woods, that is, until the first of January passed. The year 301AS was ushered in the same way that every year at his parent's had been, with training. Despite the numerous attempts by those staying at the dojo, his harem hadn't increased any since he left the hospital. And his Sayjin, Kiki, had been completely consumed over the loss of the Maggie-Trio. The Sayjin had gained the Tenebrous Template, leaving her much more focused on training and battles than before. Glancing out of the window Marcus was able to see the city lights of Isis growing brighter and closer.
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Anahi stretched as she waited for her examination to get over. She didn't see why she and the rest of the harem needed to be checked on when landing. They could have easily just ran them through a healing cycle at a pokécenter to make sure that she was up to health. She couldn't help but think about what the others might have been thinking about the treatment, especially Kiki. Just the thought of trying to give the Tenebrous Sayjin a check up made her feel sorry for the examiner.
Marcus wasn't having much fun sitting in an uncomfortable metal chair playing 20 Questions. Because of the few misnomers back in Hazzard, not to mention the dropped case of Pokétheft, the Jade Islands flagged him the second that he showed his ID. “So, we're good?” Marcus asked the Officer Jenny that had just returned his pokédex. He could tell that the pokégirl was reluctant to let him go, but so far he'd done nothing wrong. He thanked her when she returned the five pokéballs he was 'asked' to hand over for inspection.
“Please enjoy your stay in the Jade Islands.”
Marcus tried his best not to laugh at the fake smile the pokégirl receptionist was giving out to every other person that passed her. The first thing he noticed as he stepped out of the air conditioned building was how hot it really was. He'd heard that the arid and mountainous climate was worse than Kisserine, but he wasn't expecting this. He ran a hand through his hair, failing to have it cut during his hellish training. It was already down past shoulders. Sure it wasn't that bad since he kept most of it pulled back in a ponytaur tail, but that was with a climate that was less harsh than this place. He checked the message saved on his 'dex. He was supposed to met the guy in Allat on Sadie Poken's Day. Marcus wasn't looking forward to that. It'd be like finding a needle in a haystack. Thankfully a time and place was already set in place to meet up. Until then it was time to have a bit of fun.
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Marcus yawned as he followed the tour guide. Taking a tour of the magical city of Isis wasn't his idea of a good time, but seeing all of the buildings he could 'walk' on top of was. It was the whole reason him and Sonja were staying awake. It was when they came across the Gym that he and his Wukong exchanged glances. Without a moment's hesitation the two of them jumped from the open side of the grav-car. Marcus turned back and waved while the stunned crowd snapped pictures and continued on their tour. “Shall we?” Offering his elbow Marcus grinned as Sonja hooked her arm in his.
Sonja had heard rumors of the social structure on the chain of islands, but seeing and hearing are two completely different things. She could just feel the dominance of women. In the shops it seemed like the majority of the men were doing many of the same jobs as their Pokégirls. Every now and then she could see human looking women that seemed to be in charge. She'd also heard that the pokégirls were slightly less well thought of here than back in Hazzard. “So Marcus, what're we facing at the Gym here?”
Marcus had honestly no idea. Since the entire city was practically drowning in it, he was willing to believe that the Gym was housing a small arsenal of arcane power-houses. “I'm willing to bet a hell of a lot of Magic-types. Mostly those that can sling spells.”
“Yeah, and you'd be quickly disappointed.”
Marcus turned around to see a woman walking up behind him. “Sorry?”
“The Gym. It's the one place in this city that's completely void of magic. So your Wukong there isn't gonna be much use.”
Marcus and Sonja blinked at each other before looking back at the woman. She definitely looked like she was one of the locals. She had darker skin than his, which he didn't really find that odd. There were plenty of women back home that had darker skin than his. The odd thing that struck him was the fact that she seemed to have some sort of aura surrounding her. Almost as if she was looking down on him. “Well thanks. It don't really change what we had in mind though,” Marcus grinned and shrugged, turning back around to enter the Gym. He was nice enough, however, to stop and hold the door open for the woman.
“At least you're not completely ignorant.” The woman smiled a fake smile as she walked by. She stumbled forward when the door came swinging closed on her foot. “What in the hell?”
“Seriously, do you have to act like such a twat?” Marcus had entered through the door next to the one he just shut on the woman's heel. Marcus could hear her saying something in reply, but he simply ignored her and continued walking through the Gym.
Sonja could tell that the woman was right. She was trying to summon her staff, but all she could manage was feeling like an idiot. “Hey Marcus, you think you can leave me out of this battle today? I'm not really feeling up to it. Sasha, Haleigh, and Kiki would be your best choices here.” Anahi and herself both had magical properties that they relied on in their battling, and with those taken away, the wouldn't be able to be on top of their game.
Marcus nodded. The first thing he'd have to do was talk to the others. If none of them felt like fighting, then he'd have to wait until they did. Of course asking Kiki if she felt like fighting would be like asking a Menage if they liked tamings. The battle crazed Sayjin was bad before, but since gaining the Tenebrous Template, her blood lust had simply intensified. Marcus found a room that was relatively empty save only for one of the Gym's Kissalcoatls doing maintenance on something in a corner. One by one Haleigh, Sasha, and Kiki were released from their pokéballs. “So, you three up for a Gym match today?” Marcus explained what he knew of the Gym. Kiki, as expected, was the first to agree. Sasha and Haleigh agreed after giving it some thought.
Marcus wasn't sure how, but somehow he'd taken the wrong turn somewhere along the way to the reception area. He found himself standing before what he could only guess was the locker room for the Gym staff. Instead of trying to walk around some more and further his chances of never seeing the light of day again, Marcus simply waited alone.
“What're you doing here?”
Marcus looked up from his seated spot next to the door and instantly hung his head. “I got lost looking around here and I decided to wait.” Marcus sighed before pulling himself up. The woman he'd met at the Gym's entrance had found him yet again.
“You got lost?” She wasn't sure if she heard him right. 'Those damn bumpkins. Wouldn't be able to find their way out of a paper bag,' she thought to herself as she used her finger to gesture for him to follow her.
“I've had some pretty bad experiences in past Gyms,” Marcus was loathed to admit it, but he usually got into some trouble while in Gyms. He was assaulting Gym Leaders in the street when he wasn't venturing into places he shouldn't be. He could still remember having an entire forest come to life inside of a Gym to attack him. Marcus was about to open his mouth to say something, but a sudden thought struck him right as he was about to talk. Liking the idea so much better, he spoke in an incredibly robotic nasal voice, “Take me to your Leader.” Marcus was glad to see that the woman wasn't a complete board. Even she was able to crack a smile at the dumb joke.
“You won't be facing Dee Nile,” the woman turned and started walking away, gesturing with her finger for him to follow her over her shoulder. “You'll be paired up with one of the assistants here at the Gym. If you're good enough, and you win, you can then choose to either come back the following day for a match against Dee, or you can take the badge and leave. There's really no difference in the badge or status itself wither you win against the assistant or Dee. It's more of a bragging right than anything.”
Marcus nodded. He actually was able to make small talk with the woman as she lead him through the building. Soon the décor started looking familiar. Eventually she lead him right back to the front of the Gym, and then to the receptionist. Marcus sighed. He realized that he'd taken a wrong turn down a corridor, thus causing him to become lost. “Thanks, I owe ya one.”
“Don't mention it,” the woman walked off. If she had anything to do with it, she'd be the one to test the young Hazzard Tamer.
Marcus registered with the receptionist. He wasn't to surprised to see that the receptionist was another Kissitalcoatl. The girls were everywhere. He wasn't to thrilled when he was given a round ball with the numbers 53 on it. Glancing up he saw where he was supposed to go on a display map. Shrugging about the complexity of it, Marcus had no other choice but to continue on wards. There wasn't much chance of him getting lost now. All of the numbers were given different areas to battle. Finding his was easy enough. All he had to do was follow the Bunnygirl down the rabbit hole. Taking a look at his number again Marcus paused at the door. 50 – 65 was printed on the wall just above the door. Yawning from the walk, Marcus threw open the doors and bust through them like he owned the place. “Lucy! I'm home!” He called out, only to be met with an echo. There was only a single light in the room. A small platform illuminated by lights. Guessing that's where he was supposed to go Marcus followed the small runway of lights that had gradually started to shine. Glancing around in the platform he was able to see most of the arena. “Let's get this party started right.”
“You know, you should really keep that attitude in check. Most people will start thinking your arrogant.”
Marcus shrugged. “Who? Me? My awesome self would never presume that I'm better than someone. I just know I am.” Marcus grinned wildly, his tongue pushing his right cheek out. “So, were you spying on me? Or is this one big cluster-fuck of co-inky-dink?” Marcus was able to tell the voice of the woman easily. He'd been hearing it ever since he entered the Gym.
“I figured that I'd have to teach you backwater Tamers how battling's handled in the civilized world,” the woman's own platform stared to shine as the entire arena was illuminated by overhead lights. She nodded her head to the side, a Kissitalcoatl slithering in to referee the match.
“This match will be between the Challenger Marcus,” she lifted a red flag in Marcus's direction, “and the Gym Assistant Marwa Sharaf el-Din. Each Tamer will be allowed three pokégirls, no substitutions. Is this acceptable?” She looked at each combatant, seeing them nod their heads.
Marcus took a deep breath as he released Kiki. The Tenebrous Template had left the Sayjin looking sleep deprived, and she was. She spent every waking hour training. She barely ate, and when she did it was only enough to keep her going. And the tamings had suffered as well. She was once as wild as Jira had been in bed, but now she just laid there.
'A Sayjin. Probably one of his family members,' Marwa thought as she plucked a pokéball from her waist. “Hathor, let's begin,” she released the girl into the arena.
Marcus quickly scanned the pokégirl. An Atemi. Marcus wasn't sure how he felt. The last time Kiki had faced an Atemi she barely managed to win, but it almost cost her her life. The Sayjin had used the Shadow Force to forcefully open her Chi-Channels, nearly destroying her body. “Kiki, it's an Atemi. Just don't pull another stunt like you did last time.”
Kiki could hear Marcus, but she didn't say anything. All she was focused on was the girl in front of her. She forced everything else out. Only a single thought echoed through her head as she got ready. 'Win. Win. Win. Win. Must win. I will never loose, not again,' the thoughts repeated themselves over and over. She heard the snake-woman say something, which was all she needed. Before the Atemi could blink Kiki was rushing headfirst into the battle. Darkened energy appeared to encase her clawed hands.
Marcus figured that if anything stuck, the ferocity of the Black Tiger Fist he taught Kiki would. A slight trail of residual energy followed the path of the punches that Kiki was throwing. Her arms became a blur as her punches began flying at an unholy speeds. The Atemi was getting pressed back from the flurry of attacks. Her arms were flying just as fast as Kiki's, but the Atemi wasn't able to do much against the massive strength difference. Kiki eventually landed a devastating blow against the Atemi. “God dammit,” Marcus quickly recalled the Tenebrous Sayjin before she could finish off her opponent. “I'll take the loss on that one. She would have killed your Atemi if she kept that up.” Marcus hung his head in frustration. 'She's gone.'
Marcus thought about continuing the match, but he just didn't think he could deal with Kiki any other time than now. Forfeiting the match left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he wasn't happy about it. The island of Isis had only one city on the landmass, and it shared the same name as the city. Traveling west seemed like the best way to get some privacy. There was a shuttle running south, but he didn't take it. He never seemed to be able to stay on a shuttle for the entire trip. He released Anahi, enjoying the sense of security she provided as he started walking south and then west. When he got tired he looked back, seeing that Isis was no longer in sight. “We seriously need to talk about Kiki.” Marcus had had this coversation before with the harem, but that was before her first gym battle since leaving home.
Anahi could deal without the heat. It was already making her irritable and the fact that Marcus seemed to be pushing himself harder than usual for some reason. When he said that they needed to talk about Kiki, she took a deep breath. “What happened?” She sat in the shade of a small plateau as Marcus told her what had happened. The new strength that the Sayjin gained had almost put her on par with an Amachoke. Without even the thought of control in her punches, a flick of the finger from Kiki could prove fatal to nearly anyone inside of the harem. She could reduce to nothing more than a broken pile of human parts if she even blinked in his way to hard. “I don't want to see her leave the harem. But she needs to learn that she wasn't the one responsible for the loss of the Maggies.”
Marcus used the bottom of his shirt to wipe away the sweat that was beginning to pour down his face. The late evening sun was brutal, and the temperature drop that came with the setting sun had yet to offer it's sweet relief. “She's seriously pushing my buttons. I didn't teach her this just so she can go crazy and slaughter everyone and everything that gets in her way.” Marcus fingered the ball on his belt containing his guilt ridden Sayjin.
Marcus took a deep breath and released the entire harem. Slowly and carefully he explained what had happened, but Kiki had simply gone off to train within ear shot. The reactions were mixed. Some of the harem was staring at Kiki like she'd actually killed the Atemi, and others were showing sympathy for the Sayjin. “Kiki, get over here.” Marcus waited as the Sayjin finished her form before walking over.
“Is this the part where you're going to tell me I'm gonna get Level 5'ed, or sold?” Kiki crossed her arms as she stared at those staring at her.
“If you've got to ask that, then maybe I should.” Marcus pulled her ball from her back. “We decided that you're going to be put into storage for right now. You won't go feral, but you'll be trapped in your mind. I don't want to do this, but you're not leaving me with very many options.” Marcus could tell that Kiki was stunned by the news. “I don't wanna get rid of you, but you need to take some serious time to get your head together.”
“My head's fine right where it is,” Kiki snapped back. This power was meant to help the harem. And yet they were ostracizing her because of a few slip ups. “You're the ones that need to get your heads on straight.” Kiki took a deep breath, fighting the growing irritation her sisters and Tamer were causing. “This power is for you. Never again will something threaten the harem as long as I have this power.”
Marcus was beginning to wonder how Sukebe ever let the Tenebrous Template come into existence. It was more of a hassle than it was worth, and those under the influence of the Shadow Force lost almost ALL reasoning until it was beaten back into them. But without a good reason, which Kiki would probably provide soon enough, Marcus wasn't about to order the attack on one of his own harem.
“That's just it Kiki, you're not helping.” Haleigh flexed her wings irritably. The sun was making her uncomfortable enough, and the Sayjin's attitude wasn't helping anyone.
“What?” Kiki looked as if she'd been struck across her face.
“You're causing more trouble than anything else. You've nearly killed everyone you've gone up against, and we're tired of it. As much as I hate saying this, we want the old Kiki back. You're just......” Sasha couldn't find the right word to describe the drastic change in Kiki.
“You're carrying around to much anger and bloodlust.” Marcus finished. Before Kiki could start up again Marcus spoke first. “We're not saying change is a bad thing. You wouldn't even know me if you'd met me back when I first started traveling around. I was a lot more carefree and reckless. But I've lost half of my harem twice, and one of those I could have prevented it.” Marcus could almost feel the heavy feeling between Sonja and Anahi. They'd been there both times when he'd lost most of his harem.
Kiki felt like she was not only being betrayed, but as if everyone was ganging upon her together. “Whatever.” She could tell the response was provoking rage from not only Anahi, but Sonja as well.
“We'll talk about this later, someone's coming.” Anahi raised her head and took a deep breath through her nose.
“It's not a feral,” Sasha could also smell the newcomers on the wind, “There's way to much musk and cologne for it to be a feral.”
“Not if she just got done eating him and is dragging the rest of his carcass back to her place for a late-night snack.” Kiki began popping her neck and shoulders. Limbering up her relaxing muscles in case of a fight. And if there wasn't going to be one, well... 'Sayjins have always been known for starting shit.'
Marcus looked at Anahi, who seemed to understand the silent command. Just as she finished returning back to her human form a couple of silhouettes could be seen coming up and over a deep hill. No one really said anything as the silhouettes came closer and closer, until Marcus could make out actual features. Marcus could tell that he'd seen the guy before, but it wasn't until he was standing directly in front of him that he remembered who the guy was. “Hey, you're that one dude. The guy I traded Erin for Sasha with,” Marcus snapped his finger multiple times as he tried to remember the name, “Zach?”
“It's Zack actually,” he corrected. “Of all people, I'm surprised it was you I was supposed to meet.”
Marcus blinked as he heard the Tamer speak. “What do you mean that you're supposed to meet me?” Marcus tensed up as a shadow fell over them. Turning around to look up he saw that there was a winged figure descending down upon them.
“She's with me. Relax.”
Marcus eased up a bit. He still remained alert, just not overly. The pokégirl landing next to Zack was one he'd never seen before. She began talking with her Tamer as Marcus thought about reaching for his 'dex. He then suddenly became aware of the fact that the new arrival seemed to be looking him over, almost as if examining him.
“So you're the one. I'm so pleased I can finally meet you.”
Marcus thought her voice sounded way to light and pure for the look of the girl. She was paler than she had any reason to be, and to be honest, her platinum blonde hair seemed out of place on her. While the majority of her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytaur tail, her bangs still framed her slender face nicely. Her pale blue eyes was the only color on her pale face, and as Marcus looked closer at the wings he was surprised to see that they were actually more like a Zubutt's than the feathered look that dominated the wings of most fliers. Marcus barely batted an eye as the bat-like wings began to melt and shrink into the girl's back. 'That explains why she's wearing that backless corset,' Marcus thought. It wasn't until he was done admiring the girl did what she say sink in. “Hang on. Whaddya mean 'I'm the one'?”
“A little slow, but I'll just chalk that up to my beauty.”
Marcus grumbled as she laughed. “Care to explain what the fuck's goin' on here?”
Zack nodded. “Sure. But first, I think it's time for a bit of a reunion.”
Marcus looked at the guy curiously as the Tamer's hand went for a ball on his waist. He looked around, seeing that his harem were getting anxious as the hand moved towards the belt. “Easy,” Marcus whispered to no one in general. Perhaps it was just him steadying his own nerves. Soon the Tamer was releasing the occupant of the pokéball next to him. When the figure finished forming Marcus was stunned to see the Kangasscunt that was once in his harem. “Erin!”
“Huh?” The Kangasscunt looked confused for a moment before the name and voice registered.. “MARCUS!” She quickly closed the small gap between them and scooped her once Master up. She was careful not to squeeze to hard as she buried his face between her breasts. “I've missed you so much!”
Marcus was used to being smothered by large breasts by now. Holding is breath he simply hugged her back, feeling a slight wave of relief pass through his body as his back popped. When she finally relinquished her grasp on him, Marcus was finally able to get a good look. “Erin, you have no idea how badly I missed you.” Marcus's tail twitched excitedly like a cat's, until something behind him grabbed hold of it and yanked him back. He was about to go off when he saw that it was just Sonja moving him out of the way to get her own overdue hugs in.
Anahi breathed deeply as everyone in the harem was reacquainted with their old Pack Sister. Everyone, that is, but Kiki and Sasha. The Sayjin and Jugguar had never met the Kangasscunt. Kiki joined the harem after Erin had left, and Sasha was the one that had been the other part of the trade. She could see the black furred feline catching up with her previous Master. The Tenebrous Sayjin was content keeping her distance, practicing furiously on her own.
Catching up is always best accompanied by food, and this one was no different. Both Tamers were digging deep into their reserves of food for everyone. And what good is food without entertainment? A shoddy talent show was soon underway. It became apparent that the most spectacular thing Marcus and his harem were capable of were the various weapons forms that his school taught. Never the less, the acrobatic displays of silver lights flashing in the sun was enough to impress most members of the other harem.
Marcus felt wiped. The katas he showed weren't difficult, but in the middle of the day in the arid wasteland outside of Isis it was taxing enough. Especially since he wasn't used to the heat yet. After drinking what seemed like the millionth gallon of water he looked over to Sasha and Sonja. “We're gonna need to get your fur trimmed if we're going to be staying out in the desert like this,” Marcus passed the jug of water over to Sasha, who probably had it the worst. The black furred feline didn't seem to be doing to well in the unrelenting heat, even with the use of the large shade umbrella.
“Hell. Just send my ass back to my 'ball,” Sasha had given into the heat. Laying back she could feel the tip of her tail, which feel out side of the shade, burning. With a stifled grunt she curled her tail up across her abdomen. Even with her eyes closed she could still feel the sun trying get at her through the thin fabric. After a moment she lifted her head up and opened her right eye. “Hey,” she pushed Marcus with her foot gently, “Me. 'Ball. Now.”
Marcus grinned as he rocked with the push, exaggerating the recoil enough to fall over. “You know, kicking a Tamer like that's a severe charge here in Jade.” Marcus joked.
“If that's the case then I might as well make it work my death. If you don't send me to my pokéball now,” Sasha stuck her tongue out at him as he reached for her ball on his belt. She was kind enough, however, to put the jug of water she was handed down on the mat before being recalled.
Marcus chuckled as he placed the ball back on his belt. He grew aware of the fact that someone had been watching him for sometime now. Glancing over to where he thought the gaze was coming from he could see Erin sitting on her own tail and smiling at him. “What is it? I got potato salad stuck on my face somewhere?” Marcus brushed his lower jaw with his hand, trying to get off anything that could be causing the Kangasscunt to smile.
“No. It's not that.” Erin leaned forward onto her feet. A hop and a half was all it took her to cover the distance. “I'm just glad that the person we were supposed to meet was you.” Erin sat back down on her tail. There wasn't much she could do, either she could be uncomfortable and sit on the actual ground like Marcus, or she could tower above him and sit on her tail. She opted for sitting on her own tail, using it as a stool. Besides, he looked so much cuter and smaller down there.
“Yeah. About that,” Marcus turned so that he was facing Erin. “Yall never did tell us why you all are goin' around here sayin' that I was the one you're supposed to be meeting.”
“Oh.” Erin looked around. Everyone else seemed to be either talking and gossiping with each other else, or showing off. “Well, you see,”
“I've only got a little bit of time left.”
Marcus and Erin spun around as Zack came up behind them. “Limited Time?” Marcus asked. He felt a pang of sympathy for the young Tamer when he simply nodded.
“It's not like I know the exact date or anything. But it feels like it's close.” Zack sat down, moving the jug of water over.
“Look. I'm sorry to hear that,” Marcus rolled over to sit in front of Zack, “but yall still haven't told me why exactly you were looking for me.” Marcus could tell that Zack was uneasy about the direction the conversation was heading, but he wanted to know exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing. Everyone of Zack's harem; the Frozenare, the Psinin, the Cactrix, the Blazicunt, the Jurumi, the Dao, the Slutton, the Gynados, and the Empusa had all spent their fair bit of time talking to him. It was almost as if they were sizing him up.
Marcus had an epiphany. “Oh no.” He finally put one and one together. “I'm not gonna be the one to take in all of your harem.” Marcus could see by the reaction that this was what the guy was thinking about. “Look. Yall seem pretty nice and all, but I haven't had that best of luck when it comes to harems.” Marcus waved his hand, indicating the members of his harem that he still had left. “What you see is all that's left. I've had more than half my harem robbed from me. And another half left me at Sadie Poken's Day last year.” The mentioning of Sadie Poken's Day brought on a new realization. “Fuck. We're gonna be stuck in Allat for Sadie Poken's Day.” Marcus was saved from not only his own thoughts but also from Zack when he felt his pokédex vibrating. Pulling it out he walked off on his own, just far enough to be out of everyone's earshot. At least those without super-hearing.
“Josh, bro. Long time no smell.” Marcus was relieved to see another familiar face, even if it was on a small seven and a half inch screen.
“Yeah, I know. I stopped by the house, but I guess I must have just missed you.” Joshua pushed the pokédex back to give his brother a slightly better view.
Marcus barely got his mouth opened when he felt the earth trembling. Looking around he could barely see a large cloud of smoke on the horizon. “Hey,” Marcus never took his eyes off of the smoke screen, “I'll call you back later. I've got something I might need to deal with right now.” Marcus hung up before his brother had a chance to continue. He walked back to the group briskly, recalling his harem as he went.
“What're you doing?” Zack could see the cloud of smoke on the horizon as well, but he didn't think they were in any danger.
“Just taking precautions. I don't wanna be caught up in the middle of whatever's making that.” Marcus didn't know if the earthquake was caused by that, but the thought of being caught in the middle of something that could make the ground quake from so far wasn't something he could handle. “They don't look like they're heading our way, but you never know.”
Marcus placed his hand on Anahi's shoulder, the one member of his harem that he hadn't put up. “What do you think? Get Haleigh to scope it out?” Marcus released the Dragoness once the Wolf Queen nodded her head. “Take a look over there and see what's kicking up so much dust. If it's a Giantess throwing a tantrum then we'll need to get back to Isis and warn people.”
“Okay. But I better be rewarded for this,” Haleigh leaned over and kissed Marcus once before taking off. She circled them once before heading off in the direction of the dust cloud. She skimmed the ground with her eyes, noticing a second shadow sipping along the ground parallel to her own. She slowed to more reasonable speed, allowing the Empusa to catch up. “What do you want?”
“I'm just checking on things as well. Zack's still my Master for now and I'll be damned if I let anything happen to him before his time.” Beatrix rolled over, gliding along on her back. Even though she was only able to fly with the manifestation of the torn Ashen Wings, they weren't necessary for her to fly.
“I really don't like the idea of your master trying to unload his harem on Marcus.” Haleigh began to pick up speed. There wasn't much distance left between them and whatever was making the sandstorm. She flew above the sand, keeping the dust just behind her. “Well, this ain’t good.”
Beatrix had to agree. There had to be more than a dozen Rhynodames stampeding across the arid range. The sounds of their tauric bodies running across the rocky ground sounded like thunder. She could tell that they were changing direction slowly but surely, and she didn't like where they were heading. “Come on. We need to get back to our Masters. That stampede is about to either go off the end of that gully, or change directions.”
Haleigh nodded. Being the faster of the two she had no issues with leaving Beatrix behind. The speed of her flight actually caused the ribbon holding her hair back to tear after causing countless small cracks. Her hair wasn't in the way at least, although she could feel her hair being pulled every now and then when the strands got caught on the scales on her wings. 'Time for a trim,' her mind wondered just before she touched down in front of Marcus. “Rhynodame stampede.”
Marcus wanted to kick himself. “Fuck. Let me think about this for a moment.” Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose. He had no idea how long he was thinking before Beatrix touched down.
“I'd hate to ruin your brainstorm, but you might wanna take this little picnic some place else.” Beatrix held her breath as she landed, keeping the dust kicked up from her wings from being breathed in.
“I saw a cave about three miles up that way,” Haleigh pointed towards one of the mountains. “If we want to take shelter there, then I suggest we get a move on it.” Haleigh pulled a length of rope from one one of the packs. She quickly tied the three packs together, using the rope as a life line. She slung the ropes across Anahi's shoulders and then tied the ends together, making a circle that acted like a backpack. “I'll take Marcus up there now. You can track me from the ground right?”
Anahi nodded as her body morphed. The extra string that was causing the packs to set on the ground soon lifted them up off of the ground. It took her a moment to readjust the packs, getting them centered just right. “Okay.”
“Um, excuse me? What about us?” Zack looked around as Marcus and his harem prepared to leave.
“You want me to save your harem?” Marcus asked. There wasn't any more room in Zack's pants for the set of balls the guy was starting to grow. “They're yours right now. And I don't have the time to knock your ass out to save them.” Marcus was jerked up from underneath his arms as Haleigh's strong wings carried them into the air.
“You know. I'm really starting to wonder what you saw in him,” Zack started recalling his own harem, except for Nathifa.
Erin grinned before the was recalled. “It's because he's still right over there, waiting.” Erin pointed just before her Master recalled her.
Zack smirked to himself as he looked where Erin had pointed. Sure enough he could just make out Marcus circling above head with Haleigh. “Guess I was a bit to fast to judge him.” Zack climbed on top of Nathifa's back with the Frozenare's help. Marcus's Wolf Queen, Anahi if he remembered correctly, was also sticking around. It wasn't long before the Frozenare was following after the running Werewolf Queen.
Anahi was able to keep up with Haleigh's flying, but that was only because the Dragoness was holding her speed back. There was a brief moment when Haleigh disappeared for a while, but she soon returned. However, Marcus wasn't in her arms any longer. She skidded to a stop, nearly causing the Frozenare behind her to slam into her. “Where. Is. Marcus?” Anahi was careful to control her voice.
“He's in the cave. Relax,” Haleigh hovered above head for a quick second, just long enough for Anahi to get the message. When she took off she was glad to see that Anahi was keeping up while still allowing the Frozenare to stay close behind. It wasn't long before she touched down at the front of the cave. The first thing she noticed was that Marcus wasn't here. “ANAHI!” she turned around and shouted at the top of her lungs. Slower than she would have liked, the Wolf Queen came tearing across the landscape and up into the cave. “He's not here!”
Anahi's eyes widened before narrowing. “You'd better check again.”
Haleigh was already searching, but no matter where she looked she wasn't able to find their Master. “FUCK!” her voiced caused an echo that resounded throughout the entire cave. She twister around ready for combat when she heard rocks lightly crumbling down. “There!” She beat Anahi to the pile, although the Wolf Queen was obviously the faster digger.
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Marcus couldn't see anything, yet he could tell that the ferals leading him could. He tired to think back to how he wound up in this position, be he couldn't remember anything. One second he's sitting with his back to the wall, and the next he's being swallowed up by the wall. For the second time in his life Marcus found himself underground with unknown ferals. At least this time he still had the majority of his harem at his waist.
What ever made these tunnels obviously had originally designed them for the vertically challenged. There were a few times where Marcus's head met with a stalactite hanging from the ceiling rather painfully. Judging by what he could see from the odd patch of glowing strings hanging down from the ceiling is that his captors were incredibly short. He didn't have anyone of his harem that could fight very well in here. For one they were almost all to tall. The only one that would be able to fight decently would have to be Sonja, but he was pretty sure that she wasn't able to see in the dark. He was suddenly stopped when he tried to walk across a stalagmite. Walking into a sharp rocky structure balls first is not how Marcus wanted to include in his captivity. Dropping to his knees he felt like throwing up as pain spread through his body.
Despite his obvious injury his captors didn't want to stop moving. Marcus was forced to his feet, but at least he could make some since of what was being said. Two syllables were repeatedly used by all of them 'blina'. There were only two breeds in the pokédex, that he could remember, and from what he saw from the glowing created by melting through walls, 'Goblinas and Hotgoblinas,' Marcus didn't think that anything could get worse.
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Haleigh followed behind Anahi closely. There was no stopping the Wolf Queen. With claw and magic the giant of a she-wolf. She used her own wings to shield Zack from being pelted with the debris. The first layer of rock was relatively easy to break through. Rather than having to dig through a completely solid wall, the mountain seemed to be made up of honeycomb like stuctures. Thankfully there was an easy way of tracking Marcus down. The walls that they were tearing down seemed to be the ones that had just been put up. They were softer and there was still a slight residual heat to them as well. It was already the third wall that they've dug through, and they've yet to see any further signs of Marcus.
“Beatrix,” Zack gestured up ahead. There wasn't very many of them that could see in the dark, but the soft red glowing orb of light that Beatrix produced soon allowed everyone to see. Now that his range of vision wasn't restricted to what was behind his nose, Zack was amazed. While he was sure that the tunnels they were going through weren't completely solid, he never would have thought that they were going through a honeycomb like structure. The Wolf Queen was swinging her arms wide, ensuring that she and the rest of them had room to move.
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'There would have to be a clan of ferals waiting for me,' Marcus knew his luck was trying to get him killed. Phosphorous lichens adorned every nook and cranny of the cave. Somehow they provided just enough light for him to make the vague living quarters. Brainstorming wouldn't do much now, he'd probably already lost his chance for escape. While his belt was still in the vicinity, Marcus no longer had them in his possession. One of the miniaturized snot-green Goblinas had taken his things from him and piled them with their other spoils. A sense of fear and dread washed over him. The little dark blobs he'd been seeing scattered here-and-there were shrunken heads. Silently Marcus prayed to any of the Thousand listening that his head wouldn't be put on display as well.
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Anahi's right arm was ablaze with fire as she swung her hand, backhanding several small ferals back into the darkness. They'd been attacked by a group of feral Cunta-Ratchas. Their smell was all over the tunnels. They seemed to be unused to extended periods of bright light, backing off once the flames were to much to bear.
“Get back behind me,” Beatrix drew a circle in the air after the party moved behind her. Archaic runes glowed with an icy blue light inside of the circle. As she placed her hand in the center of the circle, two words escaped her lips, “Frost Needle.”
Thousands upon thousands of small crystal blue lights streaked out at random. Upon hitting either rock or flesh small patches of ice began forming. Screeching for their lives the Cunta-Ratchas began fleeing, some either limping away because parts of their bodies were frozen. Those that weren't so lucky wound up completely frozen in place, trapped inside of their icy prisons. “This is getting annoying. I know he's your Master, but,” stepping over to the wall Anahi was previously clawing through she used her nail to trace a circle around the hole that was slowly enlarging, “he's going to be my new Master, and I'm not going to loose him before I'm even his.” The stone seemed to turn to mud and melt away at her finger tip.
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Marcus was careful about looking around. He could tell that he wasn't the only one that they've brought here. Several of the heads were males, which meant that some if not all them had been tamed at one point in their lives. That thought scared him. None of these guys seemed to have been able to make it out alive. A crude rock prison seemed to have been sculpted from the wall. Inside he could see several other figures hanging around, one of which was definitely another man. “You okay buddy?”
Marcus wasn't given a reply as he was shoved onwards. Before long was taken to another hole sculpted from the cavern walls, this time covered by what looked to be rawhide leather. Despite having much more stuff around it, the entire room seemed a little cleaner and a lot less foul smelling. In the back he could just make out what seemed like a pile of gathered leathers, although he wasn't sure if he wanted to know where they came from. The second thing he noticed was that for quite some time now, he'd been able to stand up right. The ceilings were much higher, which meant that there was something else living inside of these caves. Something much bigger. Squeezing past a crudely made stone chest Marcus could see figures moving. Even with his eyes growing accustomed to the darkness, the figures were still to small to be a the pokégirl that had to live here.
They turned out to be Goblinas. The diminutive ferals wasted no time swarming over him. Marcus stood still. They weren't attacking him, more like they were looking him over. They soon began tearing at his clothes, undressing him. He yelled in pain as one of them got a bit overzealous and began yanking at his tail. Since running wasn't the brightest idea Marcus moved his tail away from the Goblina's grip. “That's attached you bitch.” Marcus had long ago discovered that cursing someone out wasn't nearly as fun if they couldn't understand what was being said. He felt spindly fingers working their way up his tail until fur melted away to skin.
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“Once we get Marcus back I'm not letting him out of my sight,” Anahi didn't care what her Master would say. He was kidnapped way to often by ferals.
“Like you're one to talk. You kidnapped Marcus yourself when you were feral,” Haleigh's wings practically disappeared. It was a nervous habit that she'd developed. Growing and shrinking her wings at random since she was at the back of the group it wasn't that much of a inconvenience since she was bringing up the rear.
Anahi simply huffed. Of course when she kidnapped Marcus she was with the Skunkette and the Dildoqueen she wound up joining the harem, along with the Skunkette. That thought caused her to grow impatient, “B. Hurry it up. I want my Master back now.”
Beatrix decided against blasting the impatient Wolf Queen through the next wall. It was bad enough that these underground caverns were a virtual maze, but since they were trying to find their way through the proper spots in the walls it was tougher. The walls were quickly cooling off, making her job that much tougher.
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Marcus knew he was in trouble. The leader of the tribe of ferals was a Whorc. Trouble was a given considering that the leader of his captors returned from an obvious battle. She was carrying the severed heads of what looked to be one of the dark dwelling Elven breeds. Several Goblinas had come and taken them away, presumably to add to the growing collection of shrunken heads. In the dim lighting he was able to see that scars made up an intricate pattern of tattoos. Her skin was a dark greenish-blue, which was a stark contrast to the ivory white canines that came jutting up from her lower jaw.
Marcus ducked low as the pokégirl tried to capture him once again. She'd been very vocal about her intents. And normally Marcus's policy would force him to comply with the feral. Staying cooperative was the best way to survive. But right now the sight of her covered in the skins of other pokégirls and the fresh blood splattered all over her body made her all the less desirable, and the stench wasn't helping any neither. The Dark and Rock type seemed to have a personal vendetta against bathing. There was a loud explosion that seemed to rock the cavern. 'It's about damn time.'
Marcus ran towards the Whorc, who'd placed herself directly between him and the exit. She seemed to think he was giving up, but it was far from the truth. Marcus threw himself forward feet first, sliding through the legs of the Whorc. He was almost out, before the large pokégirl stomped on his hair. He felt like his head ran into a pole, not to mention that his hair was being ripped out. “I'M IN HERE!”
“Man belongs to me now,” the Whorc bent down and picked up her new prize by the waist. The tail swinging from the man's butt was a bit odd. “Little man has long tail. Is good for fucking yes?” The explosion didn't bother her, and the wicked looking grin was proof enough.
“THE FUCK HE DOES!”
The scream came from an enraged Dragoness tearing through the munchkin ferals like butter. Marcus was somehow able to push himself away from the Whorc as a bright beam of light blasted her to the pile of leathers used for her bed. Blinking Marcus tried to get rid of the green blur that filled his vision. The blast had done it's job and then some. Not only did it blast the Whorc to Kingdom Come, but it also blinded everyone that was used to the darkness. The screams of blinded Goblin-girls echoed through the caverns. Marcus could feel himself being swept up in a large scaled hug. “Haleigh, calm down. I'm good.” He tried to open his eyes only to find his vision still blurred. “They took my belt out there, we need to find it.”
Haleigh didn't want to put Marcus down. Anahi had followed the smell of fresh blood. At first there was a slight worry about it belonging to Marcus, but the Wolf Queen had assured them that it wasn't. “We'll find it. There's not a whole lot of those ferals out there.” She looked over to where the figure of the one that claimed to own Marcus was starting to stir. “Now excuse me.”
“There's another Tamer out there. He was being held captive as well.” Marcus could feel Haleigh setting him down. “Hey, don't kill her. I wanna make sure we can find a way out.”
“Don't worry about that. We made one big pathway to the outside world,” Haleigh almost smirked as she saw the Whorc standing back up. A single blast from a Dragon Breath wasn't nearly powerful enough to take down the feral, and for that she was grateful. She hadn't yet suffered enough for kidnapping Marcus. “You,” Haleigh brought her left arm up to block the wild swing, “feral,” drawing her right arm back she planted her feet, “BITCH!” her right hand shot forward, glowing with a hazy light as her nails sank into the feral's, admittedly impressive, chest before her palm knocked the girl back into the wall.
“Do I have to worry about you ending up like Erin or Kiki?” Marcus' vision was beginning to return. His hearing was perfect however. While he couldn't 'see' what was going on, his vision was clear enough to see that the jab to the sternum of the Whorc's chest had taken the large feral off her feet and back into the wall. This time she didn't look to be getting up.
“Of course not,” Haleigh tried to shake off most of the blood on her hand that she could before wiping what was left on her shorts.
“You didn't kill her did you?” Zack poked his head in through what remained of the tattered curtains. He could tell that Marcus, while naked, was unharmed. He could see the form of what he assumed was the leader crumpled on top of a pile of what looked like furs.
“Why does everyone think I'd kill her? Just because I don't look completely human doesn't mean that I'm a monster,” Haleigh crossed her arms, then promptly uncross them when she felt blood smear on the scales under her arms.
“Hey, you're THE hot Dragoness as far as I'm concerned.” Marcus began looking around for his clothes, but they all seemed to have been removed.
“You haven't balled her yet?” Zack walked across and pulled one of the spare pokéballs he swiped from Marcus and hunched over the down feral.
“Considering I'm standing here as naked as a Nymph, what do you think?” Marcus was considering making a joke about 'balling' her when he decided that it wasn't in his best interest. Not everyone appreciated his Gift of Puns, and his family jewels were hanging free in the presence of the founding member of his harem's 'Pun Patrol'. “Oh well. As much fun as these past few hours have been, I think the mold's about ready attack.”
“It's only been maybe thirty-five minutes.” Anahi had entered the room as well, though the space in the caves required her to be in her passive, human, form.
“Really, it's only been just over a half an hour?” Marcus shrugged. Since his clothing seemed to be forfeit he decided that he wasn't going to let the other guy walk around naked alone. “Anyways, I'm fine. We need to make sure we get that guy out there to a hospital.” Marcus closed his eyes briefly as Zack caught the feral Whorc.
“One of us is staying with you at all time. Even if it's Kiki.” Anahi wasn't to thrilled about the idea of letting the Sayjin being the one that permanently keeps tabs on Marcus, but she knew that somewhere deep down the angry Sayjin still cared for him.
“Kiki,” Marcus took a deep breath. Despite trying to put aside time to talk and deal with the Tenebrous Sayjin, he'd yet to actually get any leeway. Trying to talk to a Sayjin was tough enough when it had nothing to do with fighting, and here he was trying to talk to one that was even more battle crazed angrier than normal.
“Um, can we continue this elsewhere? I've been here for what seems like years forever.”
Marcus nodded. The guy had joined in the crowding room and even Marcus could tell that the guy was ready to be freed. “Is there any Blood curses I need to watch out for?”
“Yeah, I've got a serious appetite,” the guy grinned. If he'd known that the arrival of this guy was going to lead to his freedom he would have prayed harder to the Goddess.
“Good. I think we might have some clothing for you somewhere in my bag.” Marcus' clothing was probably the best choice. While he wasn't as tall as the guy he'd just rescued, he was closest to his build. As nice as Zack was the guy was a toothpick.
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Zack couldn't believe the luck. He'd heard from Beatrix that the guy she was supposed to be with after him had an aura of good karma, but he didn't think it was this good. Marcus had been 'content' to stay close by now while traveling. He was also more than willing to sleep outside on the ground while the new addition, who went by the name of Amun, was given the large tent. He still couldn't believe the number of pokéballs that they'd recovered, both emptied and occupied. While the majority of Amun's harem was alive, albeit feral, he seemed happiest to have his alpha back.
“So, you think it's a good idea to have Kiki in there?” Anahi stared back to the tent. With the desert night being much colder than they originally thought, she and Sasha had taken it upon them selves to provide Marcus with a warm, cozy, and very intimate place to sleep.
Marcus looked over the Jugguar pretending to be his blanket. “Think about it this way. She gets to watch a guy reunite with his harem, and she gets to rough up any of them that're reluctant to the idea.” Marcus hoped that the sight of a Tamer reuniting with the harem he hadn't seen for months would be enough to soften Kiki up a bit. And if not then beating the more rambunctious members of the harem into submission would probably do it.
“So we'll talk to her tomorrow about it once we get back to Isis.” Anahi thought about trying to shift back into her human form, but the rocks were much more tolerant when there was a layer of fur to lay on.
Sasha looked around, seeing that Amun was well content with his harem. Zack was also in his tent, though what he was doing was noticeable only to those with sharper senses of smell. “Hey, guess what,” before Marcus even had a chance to say anything Sasha leaned in and licked him from neck to ear, “everyone's taming but us.”
“And?” Marcus smiled. He already knew what she had planned.
Sasha grinned as she leaned down. She slowly drew her tongue up the side of his face until she was next to his ear. Whispering she was sure he could see the smirk on her face, “And we'll have to show them. To bad. Zack and his girls are trying to be quiet, but they're about to find out that I'm quite the screamer.”
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Marcus wasn't happy with the amount of paper work he had to do. It wasn't like he knew anything about the guy. He'd just met him. Sure he'd saved his life, but Marcus was severely hoping that anyone that found themselves in his place would do the same, especially if he was the one in trouble. Of course when he saw the look in the Officer Jenny's eyes he could almost hear her silent accusations towards him.
“So you want to deal with Kiki right now?” Sonja stretched her back. “You're gonna need to. Especially if you want to keep the Whorc.”
Anahi thought about it and had an idea. “Why not have Kiki with you to tame the Whorc? She'll be of use and it might just show her that you still trust her enough to put your life in her hands.”
Marcus had to admit that that sounded like a good idea. “Okay. But we're gonna need to head back to the 'center.” Marcus pulled an about face. He knew that there were two pokécenters in the city, but he'd already stayed in one. At least he had some idea of who was working there. “Sonja. Top floor please.”
Sonja smiled as she turned down an alley way with Marcus and her Alpha. Placing her staff on the ground she willed it to stretch as far enough in circumference to allow the three of them on. “Going up,” she held onto Marcus's arm as the staff began to grow vertically. It didn't take more than ten seconds for the staff to reach the rooftop. “Top floor; Sexy Wukongs, Tamers, and Wolf Queens.”
Marcus smiled as he stepped off the impromptu elevator. “Funny. I don't see any sexy Wukongs,” Marcus laughed as Sonja pretended to push him off the edge of the building. Making a show of falling Marcus wasn't to worried about actually taking the plunge. “Race you girls to the 'Center.” Marcus started to take off when a large clawed hand grabbed him by the back of his shirt.
“You're not getting more than five feet from one of us,”Anahi tossed Marcus up in the air just high enough to get his legs around her shoulders. “Now hold on.”
Marcus had never been this scared before. Sure, he'd been kidnapped by ferals and held hostage by members of a Team; and yet all that paled in comparison riding piggy-back on a wolf Queen's shoulders as she ran and jumped across the rooftops of downtown Isis.
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Marcus sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. Around him were the remaining members of his harem. All of them had been talking to Kiki well into the night. “Kiki. Believe it or not, I don't blame you for what happen to Terry, Tammy, and Tabby.”
“Really? 'cause you sure spent a hell of a long time blaming me for it,” Kiki spat back. “You didn't even believe me when I said that it was Terry's idea.”
Marcus could see slight tears forming in Kiki's eyes as she yelled at him.
“I know. And I'm sorry. Instead of helping you I pushed all the blame on to you.” Marcus closed his eyes, feeling tears starting to well up from the seam. “I'm sorry, but I was-”
“I don't wanna fucking hear it.” Kiki cut him off. It didn't matter what anyone said, it was her fault that she'd lost her best friend and rival. She blew off whatever it was Marcus and the harem was saying. She began going through the pokéballs on the table. She found her's after the third one, recalling herself.
Marcus watched as Kiki disappeared into her ball, the orb falling to the ground as it lost it's support. Marcus sighed as he picked the 'ball up with his tail. Dropping it off into his hand he had a fleeting idea of seeing if he could help her by cutting off her tail.
Kiki was a problem. It was something that Sonja knew well enough. She had something that resembled an idea of how to help Kiki, but the problem was that it could also just as easily make her worse. Getting her staff she idly twirled it around in her fingers a bit, not even paying attention when Anahi came up behind her. Feeling a hand on her shoulder startled her so much that the staff, which was no longer than two foot, started to twirl to the floor. The clattering noise of the rod hitting the ground was denied however as Sonja reflexively summoned it to her hand. “You just scared the fuck outta me.”
“Sorry. It looked like you wanted to say something,” Anahi had known the Wukong for longer than anyone in the harem. And next to Marcus she was the next best person to understand when something was going wrong with Sonja. While Sonja talked about her concerns Anahi was nodding her head in agreement. “Any ideas?”
Sonja thought for a second. There was one way she could think of, she saw it on an old martial arts film over the summer. “We could try and mind fuck her.” Quietly she told Anahi about the film she saw. She only told her the few parts of it that seemed like it could work.
Anahi didn't know if Sonja's plan was mad enough to work, or if the Wukong was just flat out mad. “You know what would happen if you mess up don't you? You could make her as bad as Breanna.” Anahi remembered the headache that the Hyperdoll had caused, and thinking about dealing with one that was just as angry and even stronger was enough to give her a migraine.
“I know.” Sonja could already see what would happen if she failed. Instead of an annoyance, she'd have a nightmare in the harem. “But do you see any other way?” Sonja smiled weakly, with a half-hearted shrug she gave a single empty chuckle, “And if I do fail we can always put her through a Level 5.” Shaking her head Sonja assured her Alpha that she'd put the idea out of her head.
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Sonja crept out from underneath Marcus' grasp. She sat at the end of the bed and glanced back. Marcus had been there for every step of her life, that is once it was over. She could still remember going to school with him, though she doubted that he even recognized her. She'd changed so much when she went through Threshold even she didn't recognize herself afterwords. Carefully she stood up. The most difficult thing she had to do was untangle her tail from Marcus'. Grabbing Kiki's pokéball she quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
There was hardly anyone around as she made her way to the gymnasium. Walking through the lobby of the Pokécenter she could see that there was hardly anyone up. “Um, excuse me,” Sonja walked up to the attendant. She figured the girl was a Witch, but there wasn't any way to be sure without the 'dex. “Is any way I can reserve the gym for a while?”
The younger Pokegirl glanced at the clock. “The Gym's being cleaned right now, but if you want to wait a few minutes it should be done here in about ten minutes.”
“See, the thing is, I ain't sure if the gym'll be in one piece afterwords,” Sonja explained the basics of her plan. Tormenting the hell out of Sayjin was a bad idea, and tormenting one that has a Tenebrous Template was akin to suicide. After she finished she could tell that she had nearly broken the young girl's mind.
“Are you cracked in the head?” The girl's eyes were wide in disbelief. She'd heard some pretty cracked ideas before, but this one was taking the cake. Shaking her head she realized, fortunately, that she wasn't responsible for this girl. If she wanted to commit suicide at the hands of her own harem sister that was her decision. “I'll get some of the staff on stand by, just in case.”
Sonja thanked her, but tried to refuse the assistance. If she got hurt doing something stupid that was okay. It was different if someone else got hurt because of her. Well, someone she wasn't battling. Finding the gym was as easy as following the arrows. Standing in the middle of the arena she could see multiple girls standing around, watching. Figuring that they were the help Sonja ignored them. Pulling the staff out from behind her ear she willed it to grow, expanding until it was full-size. A thick mist began to spew from the staff as she placed the end on the ground. When the ground was covered in a waist high smog she released Kiki. Before the Sayjin could get a bearing Sonja unleashed her illusion throughout the room.
Kiki was still furious about the attack on her earlier. So when she was released and found herself on the same patch of river that Terry had died on she was confused. “Okay, where the hell are you Marcus?” Looking around she tried to find the man. She wasn't about to let anyone just up and abandon her like this.
“Marcus wasn't here that night.”
Kiki's blood ran cold as she heard the voice behind her. Spinning around in disbelief her mouth opened, but no words came out of her mouth. Terry was walking towards her from the mist. Finally her voice came back to her, “You can't be here. You're dead.”
“And whose fault do you think that is?” Terry asked as she stopped just out side of arm's reach.
“You were the one that wanted to get even!” Kiki shouted back. “It was all your idea!”
“Why didn't you stop her? Why did we have to die as well?”
Kiki spun around yet again, Tabby and Tammy appearing from nowhere like ghosts.
“It was your fault we died!” Tabby screamed.
“Because of you we were killed,” Tammy replied coldly.
“You let me down,” Terry said as Kiki dropped to her knees. Shouting over the girl holding her ears shut and chanting 'No' her face was twisted with hatred, “You let that water-logged bitch kill me! You let her kill us!”
Kiki shook her head, repeating 'No' as if it was keeping her heart beating. “NO! It wasn't my fault! It was Terry's! She wanted to fight! I was just supposed to keep the Feraligarter from running away!”
“You couldn't even do that right! Where were you when we really needed you!” Tabby shouted. “You could have stopped it at any time! You were the only there! You could have done something!”
Kiki started sobbing. She could feel the stares of the three she let down digging into the back of her neck. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry....”
Sonja had to admit, she wasn't expecting the way this was going. She was expecting the Sayjin to deny it was her fault. She was expecting her to put up a fight. What she wasn't expecting was the Sayjin breaking down into tears.
“You did everything I asked you to do,” Terry said as she took a few steps closer to Kiki. “And I thank you.”
Those last four words were like a blow. Kiki jerked her head up, not fully comprehending what Terry had said. Sure she understood the meaning of the words individually. She even knew what they meant when they were used together in a sentence. What she couldn't understand was what they were doing coming out of the mouth of the Maggieton she'd allowed to die.
“It was my choice to fight the Feraligarter alone,” Terry knelt down, Tabby and Tammy dissipating into mist. “And you did everything you could to help. I got careless and it got me killed.” Smiling she placed a kiss on Kiki's forehead as she began to bleed away back into the mist. “It was my own fault. And if you blame yourself again I'm going to come back and kick your ass.”
Kiki heard the last words Terry had said as if they were a whisper as her friend disappeared. She started to get back up to go after her. Reaching out she grabbed her hand, only to have Terry's hand collapse into a cloud of fine mist that didn't wet her hand.
“Kiki, are you alright?”
Kiki jerked her head up and barely missed headbutting Sonja in the face.
“What the fuck were you dreaming about! Trying to kill me?” Sonja took several deep breaths. The last thing she was expecting was the Sayjin to try and kill her while waking up.
“Where am I?” Kiki looked around. The last thing she knew she was trying to reach out and grab Terry by the hand, and now she was lying naked in a bed surrounded by the rest of her harem sisters. The smell of booze and cheap pizza impregnated the air, causing a slight wave of nausea to wash over her.
“We're back in Isis. We got a bit to drunk last night and we all partied pretty hard. Somewhere along the lines someone let out the pickle-puss.” Sasha yawned. She must have drank to much last night, because she didn't even remember cracking open any of the bottles of booze that littered the floor. Her nose led her to a single slice of pizza that had somehow escaped the genocide of it's brethren last night. Looking at it for a moment she shrugged, biting into the cold slice of pepperoni.
Kiki shook her head as she stood up. She must have been trying to crawl into the bottom of a bottle last night. And judging from the amount of throbbing her head was doing she figured that she might have reached it. She paused for a second and tried to remember when she was released or even started drinking. She staggered to the bathroom, determined to wash away some fo the grime she felt covering her.
Anahi inhaled deeply. “Marcus. I'm gonna take Sonja and grab some breakfast for us.” She grabbed the card attached to the bank account that had been set up for the harem alone. Summoning the Wukong with a wave of her hand she walked out of the 'center in silence. The duo was several blocks away from the 'center when Anahi finally spoke. “What did you do last night?”
A guilty smile spread across Sonja's face. “You figured it out huh?”
“It wasn't that hard. I'm the only other member in the harem that has any idea of what you did.” Anahi had always been a bit more resistant to the magical illusions that Sonja liked to play around with. While everyone else thought that she ignored her mystical powers and favored going after her opponents with hand and staff, Anahi knew better. She'd often find the Wukong doing solo practice on the spells that Shanti had taught them before she had been captured, and since then she'd only doubled her efforts.
“You remember that idea I told you about yesterday?” Sonja nodded her head as well when she saw the Wolf Queen do so. “Well, I went through with it.”
“You do know that if Kiki finds out about this she's probably going to tear your tail off and shove your staff down your throat.” Anahi had hoped to find another way to deal with the Sayjin, but she shrugged. While she was the Alpha, Anahi felt that she owed Sonja more respect. She'd been living in the wild with a Mephitits while Sonja was already with Marcus. Not to mention that she could still remember the way that Mika had guided them.
“There wasn't much more we could have done. At least she thinks she was just drunk off her ass,” Sonja yawned. She was still tired from last night. After dealing with Kiki she had to set the stage. She ordered enough pizza to feed the harem, but most of it was given to the staff of the 'center. And the amount of alcohol she had to trick everyone into drinking wasn't nearly as much as the excess she had to pour down the drain. That bit had nearly made her cry.
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Marcus nodded his head for the third time to the same question. “Yes. I want Kiki to help me with the Whorc. I still need to tame her, and they're supposed to be unpredictable.”
Sonja rubbed her eyes with a single finger, one that let Marcus know what she thought of his plan. 'By the Gods. I just got done dealing with kiki last night and he wants to throw her right in the fire.' Sonja didn't know if she liked the plan. Kiki seemed to be in a better mood than she had been since the accident, but Sonja wasn't sure if she was ready to trust her that much again.
“What? Think I can't handle a single Whorc?” Kiki had a wicked grin on her face as she crossed her arms. She didn't know how to put it, but she felt a whole lot better now. It was as if something had been lifted off of her chest. “So, are we going to wait until tonight?” Kiki had turned her attention to Marcus. She slowly walked over to him, enjoying the look of confusion that spread across his face. “There's just one thing I want to do before that,” her grin became seductive as she leaned over to Marcus's ear. “I want another go at the gym here,” drawing away she could see the look of confusion still on Marcus's face. “I'm gonna go get ready.”
Marcus watched as she walked out of the door to their room. Looking around he could see that he wasn't the only one that was just as confused as he was. “Is it just me....”
“..or does it seem like we got the old Kiki back?” Haleigh was equally as confused. She hadn't seen this side of Kiki for months, and it was honestly something she thought she missed. Then again seeing her pull what seemed a complete U-turn in personality after a single night of drinking was freaking everyone out. “Yeah, she's practically back to her old self.”
“What the fuck were we drinking last night?” Sasha began rooting through the discarded bottles. There was something in the bottles that was way to dangerous. If it could take a depressed and mopey Tenebrous Sayjin and make her act like their Wukong it was probably a controlled substance. Despite her searching she couldn't find any bottle that seemed like it was bought from some shady market, nor could she find any drugs that could induce the sudden change.
Kiki couldn't get last night out of her head. Was it all a dream? How could it have been? She hadn't been sleeping right for several months now, and despite the short amount of time she was sleeping she hadn't had dreams in forever. It wasn't even her usual nightmare. She'd seen Terry's death played out so many times over the last six months in her dreams that the sight of it was one reason she was reluctant to drift off. Another was the fact that sleeping did nothing but cut into time she could be spending training. Standing in the middle of the gym arena at the 'Center she looked around. She could see several other pokégirls down there, and a few with their Tamers, getting in an early morning work out. Stretching she headed over to one of the punching bags, ready to get warmed up before the fight.
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Marcus stood back in the Isis Gym. Some how he'd been placed against the same woman he'd had the previous time. And while he was sure that she was used to seeing her harem get beaten on, she was probably still upset about the attempted murder of her Atemi. “We good?” All he got in reply was a menacing sneer. 'She's gonna kill me,' Marucs watched as a Kissitalcoatl slithered towards the arena's edge.
“This will be a rematch between the Challenger: Marcus Waters and Gym Assistant: Marwa Sharaf el-Din.” The Kissitalcoatl was almost bored. It was only three in the afternoon and this was already the fifth match she'd overseen. “The battle with be three rounds of One-on-One with no substitutions.” After getting the agreement from both parties she raised her hand, “Then begin!” She chopped the air.
Marcus watched as Marwa released the same Atemi from before. Deciding that it was probably the best way for Kiki to make amends was to face the girl she had practically killed. When he released her he was surprised to see that she was wearing nothing but cargo shorts and a sports-bra, but the most shocking was that in her hands were the sledgehammers she once used to fight. She hadn't even touched them since the incident with the Feraligarter. “Kiki, you need to apologize to her,” Marcus indicated the Atemi.
Kiki knew the Atemi. She'd been the one that she had nearly killed the last time she fought. “I know,” she said half-heatedly. She knew she didn't deserve better as she walked up to the Atemi, a look of fear, hatred, and contempt masking the face of the younger girl. “I'm sorry,” Kiki didn't get a chance to finish before she had to dodge the flat handed strike of the Atemi.
“I don't want your apologies. I just want you to die,” the Atemi pressed the attack. Her hands were a blur as she used Gatling Strike, her eyes allowing her to pinpoint the vital spots on the hammer wielding bitch. The bitch's arms were covering the worst of the spots, but still she could tell that she was starting to do enough damage. One of the hammers had been dropped, and the second one looked like it was about to be dropped as well.
Marcus winced as the Atemi screamed in pain. Kiki had used her own Gatling Strike, only she did so with a twenty-five pound hammer in her hand. The blow had connected with the fingers of the Atemi's knife hand strike. He could see the tears welling up as the girl backed off, clutching her hand in pain. It was then that both he and Kiki saw something that was going to give them something to fear. The Atemi began to glow with a white light that was all to well known.
Kiki had closed and shielded her eyes as the Atemi evolved, and now that she had her sight back she wasn't going to give the girl a chance to make use of her new hands. She felt four different blows strike her at the same time, each one was more than enough to send her stumbling back. With the blows happening simultaneously Kiki was nearly thrown out of the arena. She was able to get back to her knees when she saw what had happened. The newly evolved Mahavi had struck her with three Stone Palm strikes at once. “Fuck.”
“Kiki, drop the hammer. You haven't been practicing with it enough to use it in this fight,” Marcus hoped the Sayjing was listening. So when she did as he asked he was slightly relieved. “She's not used to her extra arms, nor her other abilities. Keep hitting her hard and fast.”
Kiki stood up on her legs, her tail unfurling from her waist. Taking a deep breath Kiki took off, nearly stumbling over in the process. Kicking off from the ground hard Kiki used Quick Attack before coupling it with Double Team. While she was sure she couldn't match against the true Chi Image technique, it wasn't a bad copy. Kiki tried her best to ignore the pain from the double Knife-hand Strike from the Mahavi as she barreled into her opponent. Gatling Strike after Gatling Strike rained down on the Mahavi. But Kiki's opponent seemed to be able to take the blows in stride, using her extra limbs to launch her own attacks.
Marcus couldn't classify this as a fight any more, it was reduced to nothing more than a street brawl. Each girl seemed to be doing their best to put the other down for the count. And while the Mahavi was getting in more strikes, the damage they were doing added up to the few that Kiki was scoring. Using her own strength the Sayjin was knocking her opponent back.
Kiki needed a break from the blows, and she could tell that the Mahavi did as well. Kicking out with her left leg she took advantage of the Mahai doing as she expected, lifting her leg up to dodge the blow. With her leg planted securely between the legs of her opponent, Kiki twisted her body forward. Her right hand shot out as the Chi Blast caught the Mahavi dead center in the chest. The blast was unavoidable, being unleashed at such close range. Kiki panted as the Mahavi struck the arena wall. She had just gotten her second wind as she started her next attack, but the call from the referee stopped her. Halting the Crushing Punch a fraction of an inch from the face of her opponent Kiki bowed as she began to slowly walk over to Marcus.
Marcus wasn't about to let her walk the entire way exhausted. Recalling Kiki he was surprised at the respect that the Sayjin was showing. Bowing after the fight? He wasn't sure what happened last night but perhaps he should have done it sooner. He looked over at the Kissalcoatl, who'd just declared him the winner of the round. Plucking Sasha's ball from his waist he unleashed his Wukong just as Marwa released her second combatant. For a second Marcus thought it was a Pri-Mate. The unknown monkey-girl didn't waste no time as she started her own attack.
Sasha bent out of the way as a Fireball soared over her head. “What the fuck?” She didn't have time to question what was going on as another ball was thrown her way. She streaked away, electricity crackling as what looked like a single long streak of lightning extended from her first and middle finger. The Caphoochie was placed on the defensive, dodging the Lightning Whip the best she could. Ever so often though, the electric whip would make contact, causing the fire and ice monkey to stop as her muscles convulsed. Sasha thought everything was going her way until she found herself on eating the floor. She'd slipped on the Ice Floor that she never saw the Caphoochie create. She rolled away just in time as dozens of small icicles peppered the spot she was just in. “Hey! Those things are sharp!” Sasha rand around the Ice Floor on all fours, using her claws to make sure she couldn't slip. Just as she was getting closer a large wall of flames erupted between her. The sudden appearance of fire was enough to cause her to dash away.
Marcus wasn't sure how this fight was going. Sasha had the Caphoochie on the ropes for a while, but the duel nature of her opponent was starting to throw the Jugguar off balance. Just when Sasha seemed to get used to the icy attack the Caphoochie would pull a one-eighty and turn up the heat. Marcus still felt helpless as he watched Sasha trade blows. This match wasn't as physical as the one Kiki had just gone through, but it was taxing in its own way.
Sasha was starting to get severely pissed. Parts of her felt like they were cooking, and other parts of her had small shards of ice sticking out. Drawing her hand back she hurled the Electric Spear at the Caphoochie, who dodged it easily. With the girl's attention elsewhere Sasha used Quick Attack to close the gap. She could see the look of surprise on the Caphoochie's face as she was caught by a strong Stone Palm. Before the Caphoochie could recover Sasha used her own body unleash a devastating Thunder attack. She knelt down when the Caphoochie went down and sighed in relief. The girl was still breathing.
Marcus let out a sigh of relief as the Kissitalcoatl announced him and his as the winners. Before she could suffer any more Marcus recalled Sasha. Unleashing Haleigh he pulled her back when she started to walk forwards to the ring. “Don't. We already won.”
“Then why did you let me out?” Haleigh was confused. If she wasn't going to fight then there really wasn't any reason for him to have her out.
“Yeah. I'm gonna walk around without one of my bodyguards. Anahi would flay my ass alive and you know it,” Marcus accepted his badge from the attendant, apologizing for their first encounter yet again. He got a huff as a reply, so he decided that cutting his losses would be the best idea. Leaving with Haleigh shadowing him Marcus decided to get an early start on taming the Whorc.
Marcus hated this part of the job. Taming a feral was practically akin to rape as far as he was concerned. That is as long as the feral wasn't willing. He supposed he could have waited until she was ready, but getting it done here and now was the best choice. “You ready Kiki?” Marcus hesitated before finishing off the can of Recovery+. 'Always best to get it done and out of the way,' he thought as the Sayjin nodded. Marcus looked around for the pokéball containing the Whorc. At least he wouldn't have to try and get her to take a bath or anything. He felt like the Whorc would be against any forms of personal hygiene.
Kiki rubbed her shoulder as the Whorc was released. She hadn't been present for the kidnapping attempt, but she heard of it. The first thing she found herself wanting to do was knock the Whorc through the wall. She could see that the feral wasn't accustomed to the light, even if it was dimmed down to practically nothing. Adjusting her footing just slightly, Kiki wasn't going to let the Whorc catch any of them with their pants down. Metaphorically of course seeing as how Marcus was already naked. Keeping an eye on the Whorc, Kiki couldn't help but take in the feral's features. She was almost invisible with her dark greenish-blue skin. Of course Kiki was more interested in her hair. She remembered Haleigh telling her that she was nearly bald, but somehow the Whorc had a full head of hair, at least from the back, of thick dark auburn locks. When the older looking feral turned around she could see that the front half of her hair was shaved. Two inch and a half inch canines jutted up from her lower jaw between her lips. If she'd lost any teeth they were replaced and repaired by the cycles she was ran through. Kiki had to admit that the Whorc was much larger than her.
“Where Whorc at? Where her tribe?”
Marcus remembered that the Whorc had a vocabulary. Since it was unlikely for a 'girl to grow up in the wilds with any sort of vocabulary she must have been domesticated at one point in her life. “You're with a new tribe now,” Marcus thought he was starting to feel like a complete bastard.
“This good!” The Whorc was ecstatic. “Whorc don't need be finding new male all time,” she looked down. She could see the long white haired male from the cave. “White-hair gets away in cave. White-hair doesn't get away again.”
Kiki could tell that Marcus wasn't planning on getting away as the Whorc tackled him to the bed. There wasn't really any need for her to be here. The Whorc seemed pretty hard up, and she was goin' after Marcus with a controlled frenzy. Slipping out of the door Kiki kept her back to the wall just on the other side. She could still hear them rutting around inside, which was perfect. She didn't want them to get out of earshot.
Kiki was getting bored. She'd lost track of time out in the hallway. A sudden crashing noise from the inside of the room soon had her moving. As she entered the room she didn't even realize that the door and the handle was still in her hands. “MARCUS!” She didn't even have time to take in the scene before the sounds of laughter filled the air. Once she actually looked she nearly laughed as well. The Whorc was hanging half way out of the window, Marcus still drilling into the girl's lush green ass furiously. Upon a closer look she saw that the Whorc's legs were bound to chairs, forcing her to keep her legs open as Marcus pounded into her. “You realize that you both just broke the window?”
Marcus withdrew from the Whorc and stepped back. Tearing his gaze from the luscious ass that he was moments ago occupying, he noticed that not only had the window panes broke, but the entire frame was nearly destroyed. “Oops,” he was about to call for maintenance, but Kiki seemed to have other ideas.
Kiki pulled the Whorc away from the window slowly. After seeing that she was fine, Kiki pushed the Whorc back. Since her legs were still tied to the chairs she was bending over backwards with only her shoulders touching the floor. Pulling Marcus towards the spread legs of the Whorc she lined him up. As her Master pushed himself back into the wet folds of the Whorc's cunt, Kiki began stripping. Once she was fully naked she lowered herself down on the Whorc's face. “Let's see what damage can be done with the three of us.”
Marcus couldn't think of a better way to spend the entire night as he and Kiki leaned over the Whorc to kiss. Slowly the numbers of their taming grew, until eventually the entire harem was sucking and fucking someone. As dawn slowly crept upon them Marcus finally fell to the bed, exhausted from the night's activities. As he drifted off he couldn't help but wonder when Kiki had time to dye her hair blonde during the orgy.
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Marcus had no idea how he got here. Thinking back he knew that he was staying in Wadjet. The guy they were meeting tomorrow had moved the time and location of their appointment. Peaking out from behind the curtain he could see that the numbers of Pokégirls in the crowd were dominated by serpentine bodies. Of course that just raised the question, how did he get stuck being in an all male beauty pageant on Sadie Poken's Day? He should be off enjoying the event, and instead he was about to parade around in front of a legion of sensual serpent shaped sheilas.
Knowing that his time was up he walked across the stage as he held both hands up, waving his peace signs for all to see as his tail waved free behind him. This was only the first of three sections of the day long event. Since he was supposed to be showing off what he had, Marcus opted to wearing a single pair of shorts. Of course his hair was in need of a trim, and the Seamstress backstage had helped him with that. His hair was barely reaching the bottom of his neck, instead of being between his shoulder blades. Of course his hair was still spiky, proving he was of Sayjin decent.
Kiki laughed as Marcus made a fool of himself on stage. “You know that once he's done were going to have to tie a knot in the tails of all these serpents?” Kiki looked over to Tameri. Kiki knew that this was gonna be a long day. They were barely half done with Marcus, and he was around the thirty-fifth contestant this morning.
Tameri laughed, though it was mostly at what the Super Sayjin was saying rather than Marcus. “Don't worry. Marcus is still mine,” the Whorc nudged the shorter girl with a toothy grin. The rest of their clan was wondering around the city. They've all already placed themselves back in Marcus's harem, so she didn't bother looking up at the screens displaying the Tamers' information.
Marcus thanked the Lamia as he handed her the microphone back. That concluded his part of the Looks and Personality part of the program. With one section down it left two to go, Talent and Wisdom. He had NO clue on how they were going to do the wisdom. There wasn't much they could do other than ask him different questions. But since that was his third problem of the day, Marcus sat down and focused on his second, the Talent section of the show. Deciding to do several of his martial art routines he walked out from back stage, returning once he had his gear.
Sonja wasn't happy when she found herself the last to join in supporting Marcus. The rest of the harem was already in the crowded amphitheater. Looking around she saw that the main crowd seemed to be Naga and their evolutions. Practically all of them had long bodies, which made making her way to the group of girls a pain in her ass. She did her best to avoid stepping on any of their tails. “So how's he doing?” she asked.
Anahi shrugged. “We missed the first part of the competition, but the second's about to start,” she whistled along with Tameri as Marcus walked on stage. He seemed to be dropping objects here and there, but they were to far away for her to see what they were without looking at the screen. Five different weapons littered the stage in a circle around Marcus. A jian, a pair of nunchuks, a pair of daos, and what looked like steel ropes. Marcus stood in the middle of the circle, a long staff held behind him.
Sonja had a sense of nostalgia sweep over her as Marcus began his staff form. She could remember her learning all of those leaps and tumbles with out her staff back when she was first changed. Learning how to somersault was a whole new experience when you were toting around a six foot length of pole. She chuckled at the gasps of the surrounding audience as Marcus used the staff to flip the jian into the air. With the staff on the ground, Marcus caught the spinning sword without difficulty, flowing into another form all together.
Tameri watched in awe as her Master flowed from one weapon to the next. She let out an excited squeal as he eventually settled into an empty handed form. All in all the exhibition only lasted under two minutes. Tameri wasn't the only member of the crowd going wild at the display neither.
“We're gonna have so many fighters in the harem,” Haleigh laughed. She'd cheered just as wildly as the rest of her sisters, but like them she was already in the harem. The next participant walked on after Marcus walked off and decided to catch something to eat with her master. Since she was sure that they all could use a bite she told them her plan. As expected they all thought it was a good idea. They weren't allowed behind the stage though, so they had to wait while someone ran in and got Marcus for them.
“So? What did ya think?” Marcus grinned as he walked out from backstage to his harem. He walked off to find something to eat with the girls, feeling hungry as hell after the exhibition he'd just put on. Finding a food stand was easy, picking a cuisine was the hard part. Eventually the decided on them all, trying small helping hear and there. Marcus thought for a minute that he was going to have run for his life when Tameri kept picking up handfuls of dirt from ground and dumping it over her food in front of the Iron Chefs that made it.
“Oh my god the competition!” Sonja had completely forgotten about the Tamer Showcase, and so had the rest of them.
“Oh well,” Marcus shrugged. He wasn't worried about the rest of the competition, he was having fun enough with his harem. He just wondered if Sasha was okay. She'd been so excited last night that she couldn't sleep about finally meeting with the guy. Looking up at the large clock they were next to, which was being held by a giant statue of a Naga, he checked his own watch. The times matched up. “Let's go and have fun,” Marcus gathered up the trash from the group and tossed them away, though Tameri still had the bad habit of eating the paper plates after finishing the food on them.
Marcus yawned as he dragged himself into the 'Center. The day seemed to be over in a flash. Once the warning siren had sounded Marcus had taken the pokéballs from his waist and recaptured his harem. None of them had put up a fight, which was pleasing. This year was definitely turning out better than last year. Giving his name and ID number to the attendant at the 'center, who was some sort of feline breed, the 'girl punched his information in. Once the machine was finished spitting out the pokéballs of the girls that wanted him, he looked at the woman like she was crazy. There was easily a dozen pokéballs in the basket. “You can't be serious.”
“If you'd like, I know of a place that can give you a tattoo for a bit more endurance,” the Catgirl smiled sweetly. She shrugged as the Tamer shook his head. “You will have three days starting tomorrow to assess your new harem. After the third day you'll have to choose the ones you want active. The remainder have to be placed in storage.”
Marcus nodded as he took the basket back to his room. He stared down at the basket and counted the red and white orbs inside. Just as he thought a neat dozen. He was glad that the room was large. He'd spent a bit of his hard earned cash and paid for a suite. Standing up he released his old harem. Even they had a hard time believing the number of orbs he'd gotten.
“I'll bet that they're almost all snakes,” Sonja grinned. In a city dedicated to the serpentine breeds it wouldn't be odd if nearly every one of them were Nagas.
“How much are you wanting to bet?” Marcus asked looking at the 'dex he was running over the top of the basket. He was scanning them, but before he could finish Tameri had yanked the electronic device from his hand and held it out of his reach. “Hey, give that back.”
“They all tamed, so why be surprised?” Tameri didn't bother waiting for Marcus to respond before plucking a ball at random from the basket. She rolled it around in her hand before releasing the occupant.
Marcus's attention, like everyone's, was drawn to the figure forming red light. Eventually the light solidified into the figure of a woman, and nothing was lacking. If he had to describe her in one word, it would be voluptuous. She had all the right curves to her body, despite looking like any other older, human woman. There was nothing spectacular about her appearance, and yet he couldn't help but feel aroused by her appearance. “Hi.”
“So you're Marcus,” the girl looked around she could see several large bodied girls, although unlike her, they seemed to be well toned or flat out ripped. “So I'm the,” she quickly counted, “seventh girl you've interviewed?”
“Not exactly.” Indicating to the rest of the girls around the room, “They were all apart of the harem before today.”
“Oh, so that means I'm the first?” She smiled. “Do you mind placing me back in my pokéball and saving me for last?”
“Why's that?” Marcus's eyebrow shot up in confusion.
“Because I'm about to cause an orgy to break out,” She pulled her short brunette hair over her ears. Walking over she placed a hand into Marcus's pants, fondling him through his boxers. “You see, I'm a Menage-A-Trios.” She leaned in and started licking and kissing the nape of her new Master, before shoving her tongue down the young man's throat.
Tameri recalled the girl. She didn't know what a Menage-A-Trios was, but it must have been something bad if she wanted to be the last one out.
Marcus let out a surprised sigh. “Okay. I guess she's staying out of battles, unless the match turns into a sex based one.” Marcus could still feel her tongue snaking around in his mouth even though she was recalled. He took the 'ball from Tameri and set it aside. She'd come in handy tonight.
“So who's next?” Sonja knew that the older looking Pokégirl was gonna be fun.
“Good question,” Marcus didn't even look as he reached into the basket and pulled out another 'ball releasing it he watched the red light solidify. “Hello,” the girl was another human looking girl. He looked at Sonja with a grin, “Looks like you're loosing that bet.”
“Huh?” The girl looked around. Turned out that it was just an inside joke. “Oh. Nope. No Naga. I'm a Jigglyslut through and through.” She practically bounced her way over to the bed, plopping down into the man's lap. “I saw you on the big screen. I figured that if you could handle your weapons like that,” she snickered, “then you'd have no problems handling me.”
Marcus blinked in surprise. “Uh... okay. Here, let me introduce you to everyone,” Marcus went around the room, introducing everyone in the harem. He could tell that they were watching the Jigglyslut practically dry hump him on the bed. “So, is there any name you wanna be called?”
The Jigglyslut looked like she'd been struck. “You mean I get to pick?” She kissed him when he nodded his head.
Sonja looked around as the Jigglyslut kissed Marcus. And kept kissing him. And kept kissing him. Looking down at an imaginary watch she finally thought Marcus was gonna die of suffocation. “And breathe!”
“I'm sorry!” the Jigglyslut let Marcus gasp for breath, though she placed another quick one on him before dragging herself off his lap and onto the bed next to him. “My name was Clarissa, though everyone just called me Rissa,” she shrugged, “But I never really liked it. So how about Monica?”
“Monica it is,” Marcus knew that this one was gonna be a handful. As he registered her name to him Marcus nodded to Tameri. The Whorc released the next newcomer. “Hi-aye-aye-aye-aye,” Marcus couldn't help but stammer as he looked at the new member. The pokégirl had to be a plant type, she just had to be. He then recognized her as one of the 'girls from Zack's harem. “I seem to remember you being there when I told you that I wasn't going to take in your entire harem. What part of that didn't you understand?”
The Cactrix smiled, the soft black protrusions along her face shifting slightly. “I was. And like you, the majority of the harem decided that they agreed with you. So I think it's only me and a few others.”
Sonja remembered the Cactrix. It was hard to forget the girl. She had dark green skin, kind of like Tameri but without the bluish hint. What she liked the most about the girl's features was the black lumps that decorated her body. They spread across her cheeks, giving her almost a demonic looking smile. The ran along her spine, from the back of her hands to to her shoulders. They then draped across the collar bone. Another set ran down between her breasts and ended just below her navel. Another set ran down the front of her legs from the waist to the top of her feet.
Marcus wondered what it was about yellow and gold irises he liked. Of course the fact that the Cactrix's eyes were surrounded by black as well as surrounding a black pupil. She had a kind of evil look to her, but that didn't change the sexiness of the plant type. “Well, okay then,” once he was done introducing everyone, the Cactrix decided to keep the name Roni, Marcus nodded. Once again Tameri released one of the new girls. “Heya,” looking up he blinked in surprise. Judging from her appearance she had to have been a Caphoochie. “You're a Caphoochie, yes?”
The girl grinned, nodding her head. “You're right. What gave me away?” She figured it was the white markings on her body. The lower part of her face was covered in short white fur. While it didn't extend down her throat to her breasts, her breasts themselves were covered in white fur, which looked like a heart. The rest of her body was covered by brown fur, except for the black fur extending down from her shoulders to her hands.
“Okay. Right now this is mostly a meet and great. So is there a name that comes with the beauty? Or do I need to find one to match?” Marcus couldn't help flirting a bit.
“Why don't you tell me what you'd name me?” The Caphoochie grinned as she looked around. Judging from the harem that she saw she wouldn't have to worry to much about trying to keep balance in his life. Even she could see the chaos in the forms he preformed on stage, and yet it was controlled and focused. She saw the perfect balance in his movement, and she was starting to see it in some of the older members.
“How's Blanche?” Marcus shrugged. He had no idea where the name came from, but it was the first thing that popped into his head.
“I don't think so. If it's okay, I'll keep Martika,” the Caphoochie really wasn't giving him much of a choice in the matter, but she was glad that he like Martika much better than Blanche.
Marcus stifled a yawn. “Okay, who's next?” Marcus thought his eyes were gonna bleed when he saw the hair of the next girl. It was a bright and vivid blue. And Marcus meant blue. “Nice hair.”
“You trying to be funny?” The girl cracked her knuckles, she could see the others in the room tense up ever so slightly. “Oh calm down, I'm only joking. Besides,” she smirked at the stunned faces on her new harem sisters' faces. Then again she could understand the confusion. It wasn't every day that an Amazonchan broke out into a battle armor. “I don't think anyone has a clue on how to handle me. “I highly doubt they've ever faced a Warmech before.”
Once she said 'Warmech' Marcus was able to see the large silver egg shaped lump on her forehead, hidden behind her blue bangs. “Okay. For a second I thought you were just going to be a Battle Angel.” Marcus didn't know if she was gonna be a problem. But you needed headaches in your life to keep things interesting. The Battle 'Chan decided on the name Uzza. “Hello ladies,” Tameri had released nearly all of the new girls at once. Marcus smiled as he looked around at the new additions, “Hello ladies.”
A chorus of greetings resounded as the girls replied all at once. Going through them was a bit easier once they'd all settled down. Marcus knew that it was going to be a chore. One of the girls, who was christened Merav, was an AmazonLee. While the Amazonchan's hair was a vibrant blue, the 'Lee's hair was more of a subdued violet. Marcus was surprised at the additions as well. Not one of them was a serpent based breed. “Looks like you loose Sonja,” Marcus laughed. He even got a few chuckles once he explained the joke to the rest of the newcomers. The new girls included a Slicer named Talia, the Empusa from Zack's harem, though her name was changed to Zilla, and Erin who'd managed to find her way back to him. There was also another Amazon-breed, a 'Wu named Mei, and the Snorelass who wanted to be known as Kanika.
“Okay, let's get the last girl out,” Marcus leaned over and grabbed the Menage-A-Trios's pokéball. He knew what was gonna happen after he released it, but it was okay, he was always up for an orgy. “Hold onto your panties if ya got 'em.” Marcus released the Menage, once again marveling at her figure. After getting to know her he was amazed to find out that she was already a PokéWoman, and a MILF as well. For now she had her aura under control, keeping this meeting from getting any more touchy feely.
Sonja was enjoying getting to know everyone. Many of the girls were from the other islands of Jade, but the Pandass was by far one of the most reserved girls in the harem. Standing up she accidentally knocked the basket from the table. She was able to catch a few of the falling orbs, but many of them clattered to the ground. She was surprised to see that one of them still had an occupant inside. She'd thought that they'd all been released. She straightened up as the light formed, ready to greet her new sister.
Marcus's hands shot to his head as a loud squeal echoed behind him. Turning around the could see Sonja latched onto a late comer. “What's goin' on?” Marcus almost wanted to laugh. The poor girl was supporting Sonja's weight all on her own. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as the girl slowly turned around. “SHANTI!” Marcus practically leaped across the bed as he tackled Shanti to the ground. During his attack on the Archmage the dark skinned girl had managed to somehow shed Sonja.
“I've,” Shanti wanted to tell Marcus what had happened, but she was just to excited to see him again. Deciding that her tale could wait for another day, her lips were threatening to bruise under the pressure of the kiss she was sharing with Marcus.
Notes:
Crap on a cracker. I think I just increased the harem three times over.
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Active Harem:
1. Anahi – Wolf Queen (Alpha)
2. Sasha – Jugguar
3. Tameri – Whorc
4. Haleigh – Dragoness
5. Sonja – Wukong
6. Kiki – Super Sayjin
Harem in Storage:
Monica – Jigglyslut
Nissa – Minage-A-Trios MILF (Menage MILF)
Roni – Cactrix
Talia – Slicer
Uzza – AmazonChan Warmech
Zilla – Empusa
Erin – Kangasscunt
Merav – AmazonLee
Shanti – Archmage
Kanika – Snorelass/Pandass
Mei - AmazonWu
Martika – Caphoochie