~Karachi, Blood League. March 12th, 298AS~
Jemal almost felt envious of the new students. The next three years for them was a combination of schooling, tactics, and theories on taming. For the students entering their fourth year, which included Jemal, they were taking all of their previous three years and putting them to use before entering actual service for the military. The start of the spring marked the start of the new school year, or at least graduation to the next grade. Every month they were allowed a week long break, but the teachers usually piled so much homework during the week that they rarely got a day or two to spend how they wanted. Jemal looked at the notice on the display screen in his room. A single message repeated itself continuously as it ran across the black screen in red letters.
---Congratulations to all graduates entering their 4th year. Please clean your rooms of all personal items and report to Classroom 9 in Building D before the end of the day.---
“Bullshit, it's just fucking bootcamp.” Jemal cursed as he turned away from the screen and back to the window. The room was clean, as always. The dorms had dozens of Maid Yvettes working almost around the clock to keep the place clean. The only thing in his room were several outfits, which were all provided by the school of course, and a pokéball. The Pokéball contained one of the hundreds that the school gave out to special cases. Jemal took a deep breath, closing his eyes as a dizzy spell came over him. He got up and walked over to the 'ball on the table. Releasing the Catgirl he placed a hand on her face, siphoning off her energy. He ignored the whimpering as he drained her energy. After two minutes the girl fell down, unable to even stand.
Jemal felt much better after his feeding. Like the rest of the men in this dorm, Jemal had a few Blood Traits that made the rest of the public nervous. Everyday he needed to siphon off energy from someone or he'd pass out. The Catgirl that had been supplied to him usually kept him going for twelve hours. Unless he was doing his physical conditioning he only usually needed to siphon off two or three times a day. Jemal picked the Catgirl's pokéball back up and recalled her. At least he wouldn't have to worry about her passing out any more while taming. Holding the ball with his left hand he walked out into the hallway.
“You ready for this?”
Jemal walked past his neighbor. Despite the number of times that he'd introduced himself, he just couldn't ever remember the man's name. But just like always his neighbor and classmate continuously tried to make conversation. He just didn't care to much for the man. Jemal closed his eyes as he stepped into the brightly lit staircase. The endless chattering of students and their footsteps thankfully drowned out his neighbor.
Classroom 9, Building D was located on the other side of the campus. The entire 'D' structure was a shooting range, meaning plenty of room for an entire class. The entire range was built indoors to protect the students from the monsoon season, as well as the weapons. Staying dry during the retreating monsoon season was hit and miss, and Jemal didn't feel like playing games. Not wasting time he cut across the yards, walking behind the freshmen that were showing up for their first year. When Jemal got to the building, the first thing he noticed was that the twelve doors all had lines forming. He guessed that everyone received one of the twelve classrooms to go to. Standing in line was tiresome. Jemal eventually broke down and began talking with his neighbor. After what seemed like forever Jemal was finally at the front of the line.
“Please state your first name and your student ID.”
Jemal inhaled deeply as he started boredly at the soldier. “Jemal. ID number MP-39704 JL-6274.” Jemal had the number memorized. He passed over the Catgirl when he was asked for her. He was then instructed to go further on down the range where it looked like several triage tents set up. He walked past the first few until he found the one he was supposed to go to.
“Jemal Okàra, MP-39710 JL-6247?”
Jemal nodded. It wasn't that odd for people to have family names named after a city. Okàra was where he spent the first thirteen years growing up. He was the male product of the Okàra ranch, just like many other students. Until the age of 14, when all males were sent here to Karachi to start their military training, the unwanted bastard children of the ranches were sent to live in orphanages. Every now and then someone may be adopted, but that rarely happened. Jemal held out his hand and allowed his hand to be pricked for a blood sample.
“You're a bit warm. You feeling okay?”
Jemal shook his head. “No, I feel fine. You're about to see why my temperature's so high.” Jemal winked at the Nurse Joy, who effectively blushed. He waited while she ran his ID number and blood sample against his previous ones. He watched as she took a sheet of paper that was printed next to her datapad.
“Okay, looks like your test scores pass. Are you aware of any Blood Traits you might posses?” The Nurse Joy didn't know why she was acting this way. All she could wrap her mind around at the moment was wrapping her mouth around his cock.
“A few. Parasite, Phase Sight, and Charmer.”
'So that's it,' the Nurse Joy suddenly knew why she was attracted to the young man. The Charmer variant of Mindbender affected all females, whither they wanted it to or not. She looked around, confirming that the other girls around them were taking sneaking peaks at him. “Wait, did you say 'Parasite?'” She quickly scanned her datapad until she reached the section of Blood Traits.
Jemal mentally counted down until she saw his traits. Almost on cue he saw the eyes grow large on the Nurse Joy. “Oh. I forgot about Combustion.” Jemal grabbed the paper that was being offered to her. “Is that all?”
“N-no. If you go down to the end you'll be given a mental scan and then you'll be able to pick up the starter if you pass.”
Jemal got up without saying a word and walked down to the end of the range. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the pokégirl attendants glancing his way uncontrollably. Sometimes it was a blessing. All he had to do when he was bored of feeding off the energy of the Catgirl the school gave him was walk around off campus. It usually took him no time at all to find a willing participant looking for a taming. If they were particularly good looking Jemal would indulge them before feeding. If they weren't, then he'd drain them of their energy before the finished kissing. Glancing down at the paper Jemal did a quick count. A grand total of eight traits. He knew that they were, and none have seemed to appear once he hit puberty. Jemal shrugged it off. He was sure that he was going to be given several more before he was completely done with the military and all of it's bullshit.
“Paper.”
Jemal handed the sheet of paper he was given to the soldier. He didn't have to bother looking around to see where he'd have to go to get scanned, the Soldier's girl was standing right behind him. Judging by the armor she was wearing it was most likely a psionic version of the Battle Angel. Jemal didn't have to worry about her gaining access to his mind. None of his blood traits prevented his mind from being read.
“Pass.” The soldier simply repeated what he was told. The scan was quick and painless. His Psi-a-Knight wasn't looking to see if he would be a decent human being, she was simply scanning on if he would create any menaces. And even if he was all they had to do was keep him away from the restricted girls. He wrote down a confirmation number and stamped it with green ink. “Head to Classroom 12 and pick up your 'dex and starter.”
Jemal yawned as he took the paper back and headed further down the complex. There was another line outside of the so called classroom. Waiting seemed to take just as long in this line as it did in the previous one. When he finally got to the door he was beginning to grow hungry. Peeking inside Jemal could see that there were several long rows of tables on both sides of the room just in front of large number of poképacks. Entering the building Jemal wasn't able to hear himself think let alone make out any distinct voice. He browsed around until he was able to talk to an assistant. He gave his sheet of paper and was handed a pokédex in return. He quickly registered the 'dex to himself, giving his name, ID number, and a quick blood sample to the device. “And my starter?”
“Your starter will be available to pick up at any of the PokéCenters in town until twenty-three hundred tomorrow.”
“Forgive me. I was expecting the government to actually be able to do something by itself.” Jemal snapped his 'dex shut and left. There wasn't any way he was waiting until tomorrow to receive his starter, especially when he needed her tonight. He knew that all of the PokéCenters were going to be tightly packed with the third year graduates. He took his time walking through town, stopping only to drain the energy out of whoever was unfortunate enough to try and block his path. When he arrived at the PokéCenter on the far noth end of town Jemal was brimming with energy that he was going to burn off later. He saw a few students from his class, but none of them that he was very familiar with. “I want to pick up my starter.”
The Doggirl smiled sweetly as the new Tamer arrived. Evey year during the beginning week of March she was always busy, especially with the new Tamers. “Of course sir. If you'll please hand me your PokéDex I'll retrieve her.” She felt her heart skip a beat when she accidentally brush against the young man's hand. She connected the PokéDex to the transporter. Typing in the command all they had to do was wait while the machine sent and received data. After only a couple of seconds the transporter started to hum gently. A pokéball containing the Tamer's new girl materialized in the display case while the machine registered her to the 'dex automatically. She unplugged the 'dex before pulling the 'ball from the display case. “Here you are sir, please enjoy.” She handed over the Tamer's new property back to him.
“About time. I've got way to much energy to work off.” Jemal took his 'dex back along with his starter. He opened his information on the 'dex and looked at what he'd received from the league. He cussed when saw that it wasn't a fire type like he'd been hoping. Instead it was just a common Elf, a Plant/Magic type. Swearing under his breath about his luck he took his Starter back to the dorms. Just as he was about to enter his room his 'dex began to vibrate. Pulling it out he quickly checked what the cause was. A message telling him to rendezvous in the dinning hall at 0300 on the 15th. Shutting his 'dex Jemal walked into his room. It wouldn't be long now before he moved out, probably another day or two at the most.
Jemal sat down on his bed before releasing the Elf. Like the rest of the starters handed out, she was either freshly trained from the Okàra Ranch, or she'd been someone else's starter already. All the starters were in rotation. If they weren't bought buy the end of the school year, then they were returned to the League to be given to another third year graduate. Jemal examined the Elf with a critical eye. The fist thing he noticed was her height. She was barely as tall as he was sitting down on the bed, putting her somewhere around only four foot five at most. That made her pretty average for her breed. Her hair was long and silver, the large single braid effortlessly hanging down to her waist line. Her ears were pretty long, he'd guess around five or six inches. Oddly enough she seemed rather busty for her height, as well as having purple eyes. “As of now, you've lost any name you previously had. You want a name, then you earn it. Until then, you'll answer to Elf, is that understood?”
She stood in front of her new Master just as she had done for countless years before. “Yes sir.” Taking a quick glance up she studied him for a quick second. The first thing she noticed was that he was pretty tall, even while sitting. She was only four-six and while sitting on the bed he was just a bit taller than him. His black hair was thick and curly, almost greasy looking. As with most of the Tamers she'd seen in the Blood League, his skin was a dark brown in color, with even darker brown eyes.
“My name is Jemal. Answer me as either Master or Master Jemal.” Jemal thought about anything else he could possible want to tell the girl. He wouldn't tell her about his Parasite gift, she'd find that out later first hand. “How long have you been in the Starter Rotation?”
She winced slightly. “Almost thirty six years Master.”
Jemal blinked. “Thirty six years?” He double checked the answer with her. “What's your problem? Are you stupid or something?” After thirty six years the Elf should have been a High Elf a long time ago. High Elves were the normal progression of an Elf. Hell, even an Elf Queen wouldn't be to much of a stretch.
“Not that I am aware of Master Jemal.” She began to panic slightly. She knew the routine by now. She'd be assigned a Tamer. He'd use her to capture one of the other Elves in the plentiful forest, and then she'd be stuck in storage and taken out barely enough to keep her sane. Afterwards, at the end of the school year, she'd be given back to the league to repeat the process. “My previous Masters didn't like my body. They didn't think I was worth the trouble to evolve since they were going to give me back to the league.”
Jemal nodded. It made sense. Why spend the money on a girl when he could go out and catch one as common as she is for the price of a pokéball? Jemal stood up, and realized how much smaller she was compared to him. “Are you any good at sucking a dick?” Jemal was pleased that he didn't have to worry about explaining himself any further. Obediently the Elf came over to him. He crossed his arms, forcing her to do everything herself. When he was free he heard a slight gasp as the Elf saw his size. He was probably to big to take her by surprise, which meant that if he wanted to avoid unnecessary trips to the PokéCenter he'd have to wait until he'd stretched her out a bit before doing so. When she approached he was able to see that she only came up to his elbow, and when she knelt down in front of him she had to do so straight up.
Jemal was growing bored with her technique. Out of thirty-six tamers, none of them had shown the Elf the proper way to suck a dick. “Stop, I'll do it myself.” Jemal grabbed both sides of the Elf's head, holding onto her sensitive ears. Using them as handles Jemal started thrusting his hips. “Bite down and you'll rematerialized a mile underwater.” Jemal's thrusts became rougher, harder. The Elf's throat was tightening reflexively around his member. He did have to admit just one thing, the girl was preventing herself from gagging. He didn't know if it was that the Elf just wasn't that good, or if he'd grown accustomed to the Catgirl over the last three years, but he just didn't feel as good as he normally did.
The Elf closed her eyes as her throat was tamed roughly. She was barely able to gasp out short breaths when he withdrew for another thrust. Her eyes widened when she felt her new Master slam his cock down her throat and hold it there. For a brief second she could feel the penis expanding in her throat, then all she felt was the force of his sperm erupting down her esophagus. She choked as he pulled out of her mouth, his penis still sputtering out sticky white globs of semen. She stayed silent as her new Master took the tip of his penis and smeared it across her face.
“You'll get better.” Jemal wasn't offering any sort of consolation, he was just stating a fact. He checked the time on the clock hanging from the wall. The red digital numbers read 1309. It was already past noon, and he'd yet to have anything to eat. “Wipe yourself off and come with me.” Jemal pulled his pants back up from where they pooled at his feet. He barely waited for the Elf, the girl taking several tissues and wiping her face as she followed. Jemal led the way to the Dining hall. He wasn't to surprised to find out that the Elf knew the way. After thirty-six years of being a Starter for the League, he'd expect er to know her way around the buildings.
The Dining hall was packed. The students all came at different times, and still there was more waiting in line for a meal. Jemal took the basic meal. It wasn't spectacular, but it contained all of the daily necessities that he needed. He grabbed an extra plate for the Elf. Grabbing a few handfuls of the dehydrated algae from the Blood Lake he placed them on the plate. He lead the Elf to a table with a few number of people setting down to their meal already. He ignored them, and they ignored him. He placed the plant like jerky down in front of the Elf, “Eat.”
After dinner Jemal explained a few of the rules he thought of for the Elf. “Every morning we're not on a mission, I want you to have breakfast ready for me by 0600. I don't really care what it is, but I want coffee along with my meal.” Jemal debated on what to do for the rest of the day. He could take the Elf out side of town for a bit, just to see if there were any ferals running around. He could also go to any one of the battles that he figured that were gonna be cropping up all over the place. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that the students were going to be pitting their starters against each other.
“Yes Master.” The Elf, so far, hadn't been told to do anything that she hadn't been told to do before. “Would that be all Master?” She kept her head down. Until she learned more about him it was going to be best just to keep out of trouble.
“For now,” Jemal thought about it for a short second. “On second thought, you can make sure my clothes are laid out as well.” A bit of air from lunch forced it's way loudly out of his throat, the fried Kangasscunt steak threatening to come back up. He didn't have anything planned, so he figured he'd test out her combative abilities. And her loyalty. “Do you think you'll need clothing?”
The Elf was a bit startled at the question. The climate was normal this time of year, though it was still a bit windy. The sudden concern for her well being startled her. “I-if that is my Master's wish, then I'll wear the clothing.”
“You do a decent job today, and I'll get you an outfit.” Jemal wasn't going to hand over the clothing, she was going to have to work for it. Right now, she was going to prove her loyalty and her worth. “I'm going to grab some things. When I get done I'm putting you through a little test.”
The Elf racked her brains for anything that he could test her with. She was sure that he wasn't impressed with the blowjob she gave him before lunch. She followed behind him silently into the room. She stood in place, only moving when she was told to get something. Jemal seemed to be taking her into town. She remembered quite a few of the shops she was taken to, all of them for the fourth year students to shop for anything they might need. Jemal picked up several pokéballs, and she knew what they were doing.
Jemal held the machete out and ready in his right hand. The Elf was walking out in front of him. He looked around, keeping an eye out for any movement. The inner city was the only part of Karachi that had anyone living in it. The outer rings had been reclaimed by the forest for the past 200 years. The ruins had become overgrown with vegetation, the buildings becoming over run by the weaker breeds. It was the best place to learn what the Elf was capable of. “On your three.” Jemal pointed with the machete. The Elf's hand flew out, a pale golden beam of light flashed out as the pokégirl was struck down. When they approached the girl, Jemal scanned her. “Hamtits.” Jemal thought about it for a second. “Kill her.”
The Elf blinked rapidly. “What?”
“I said, kill her.” Jemal tapped his right shoulder with the flat of the machete. “I don't need her. She's not particularly rare. There's almost no one that would buy her, and the League would turn her into PokéPower. Of course the League would pay for it, but they probably wouldn't even give me enough to cover the price of a pokéball.” Jemal stepped on the back of the Hamtits to prevent her from getting away. “Kill her.”
The Elf swallowed the lump that was swelling up in her throat. She slowly walked around to the front of the girl. She'd been asked to kill before, but not against a girl that was defenseless. She was thankful for the fact that the girl was face down. She hesitated, her hand outstretched over the top of the girl and glowing.
“Wait.”
The Elf dropped her hand, allowing the magic to dissipate. 'Thank the Gods,' she breathed a sigh of relief. She looked horrified when Jemal kicked the Hamtits in the side, rolling her over.
“Now kill her, and make it quick.”
She was forced to re-swallow the algae jerky coming back up her throat. “Please, don't make me do this.” She whimpered as she held her hand out. She looked over to Jemal, who wasn't batting an eye. Slowly she raised her hand back up over the Hamtits's head. She looked at Jemal one last time, praying that her Master would cancel the order. When it didn't look like he wouldn't resend the order, she took a deep breath and released the charged Mystic Bolt. She dropped to her knees crying. No matter how tight she closed her eyes, the look of fear and pain that was immortalized on the Hamtits's face was burned into her mind. She looked up when she realized that Jemal was standing over her, smoke wafting out from his mouth.
Jemal stood over the Elf while she cried. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. She followed his orders, yet she was crying because of it. His temper rose, along with his body temperature. His body tried to cool itself, turning the excess heat into a gas that escaped with each breath. When she looked up he reached his right arm back across his chest, and backhanded her across the face. “The next time I give you an order, you will follow it without question or hesitation. Do. You. Under-stand?” Jemal harshly grabbed hold of her face, kneeling down to put his eyes level with hers. “In this world, I've got to rely on you to survive. You question or hesitate my orders, it puts me in danger. I'll do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means getting rid of you.” Jemal stood up, pushing the Elf's head away roughly.
There was a very strong chance that the Hamtits wasn't alone. She was either savaging for her pack, or she was separated by something else hunting her. Jemal leaned down and grabbed the Elf by a shoulder. “You can cry and lament your fate later. Right now we're outside of the city, and there are ferals running around here. Even something as simple as a Catgirl could kill me, and death is an experience I'm not willing to try yet.” Jemal dragged her to her feet. “Let's go.”
The Elf felt sick to her stomach as she stood over the family of Titmice. While she had caused the most damage to them, a few were missing their heads after meeting Jemal's machete. 'This isn't hunting, this is slaughter,' the Elf only hoped that she wouldn't be the next to be beheaded. He justified it the same way as he had with the Hamtits earlier. She walked out of the abandoned building and drew in a breath of fresh air. She stayed silent until Jemal approached her from behind. “Is that it for the day Master?”
“No,” Jemal slowly edged further and further away from the inner city. A howl from his right caused him to grin. “Come on, and stay upwind.” Jemal and his Elf found a secured place to stake out. It was several hours, but the wait was worth it. Coming from just past the outer markings of the ruins was a pack of Doggirls. Six girls came around, their faces raised in the air so they could catch the scent of blood better. Six canines, four empty pokéballs. Jemal lifted up his hand, signaling the Elf to hold her position.
The Elf grew worried. Taking down a family of Titmice was nothing compared to attacking a pack of Doggirls. She nodded silently when Jemal gave her the signal to hold her position. The half dozen canine girls slowly entered the area, tearing apart the carcases that she'd left there. She glanced at Jemal, nodding her head again at the second signal. She slowly moved through the rubble of the crumbling buildings. She worked her way up to a roof several buildings away that over looked the feasting Doggirls. She was ecstatic that her job this time was to only wound the girls to the point where they couldn't get away, at least four of them. She picked out the ones that looked the best. One was the obvious leader, standing slightly taller and more muscular than the others. Three others were picked as targets for her spells. She eyed the vegetation surrounding the Doggirls. Whispering a spell she caused the tangled mass of roots and grasses to attack her unsuspecting targets.
Jemal had to admit that everything was going according to plan a the moment. The Elf was using her abilities to command plants to keep the Doggirls distracted while preventing their escape. He slowly moved upwind of the girls. He pulled a canister from his pack. Pulling the pin he lobbed the can at the pack of ferals. It clanged on the ground before coming to a stop, a thick yellowish gas spewing from the opening.
The Elf recognized the gas. It was a cheap brand of gas that mimicked the effect of ParaSpray along with a nauseating smell. She held her right hand out, carefully picking her shots with Mystic Bolt as the gas rolled over the pack. She aimed for the joints, going for the four that she had picked out. The smoke made it slightly difficult to aim, but she'd had some experience with it before. When it became to much to aim through from her current range she moved forward after climbing down the building. She ran up to the pack, staying upwind from the gas.
Jemal waited while the Elf did her job. He was glad to see that she had more in her arsenal than magic spells, using several attacks that were distinctly Plant in origin. He pulled his shirt off, wrapping it around his face. While it wasn't perfect, it would allow him to get through the gas without feeling affected to much. His eyes stung as he moved through the gas. He found the ones that the Elf had picked out, a particular green tinge to their fur from a spell she had cast as ordered. After the fourth one was caught he quickly ran back out through the gas, coughing as he fought to breath in fresh air. He ran back, grabbing his pack. He turned around, checking to see if there were any of the other Doggirls following him. Without saying a word he ran, whistling for the Elf to follow.
The Elf ran when she heard the whistle. She kept to the rear, checking behind her every now and then to see if they were being pursued. She was relieved to see that there wasn't any of the other pack members. She hoped that the gas would allow them to get away free from the remaining two. The inner city came into full view as they slowed down to a jog. After they passed within the city limits they finally relaxed into a walk. She didn't even say a word as Jemal turned around, her pokéball in hand. 'Guess I'm not getting any clothing.'
Jemal recalled the Elf after entering the city. He thought back to the Doggirls that he had captured. He knew that he was going to at least keep one, and at least one was going to be sold. The other two were the ones giving him the most trouble. He headed towards the PokéCenter. The Elf, while a bit shaky at the beginning, had managed to come through at the end. Four Doggirls after slaughtering a family of Titmice and a Hamtits. He stretched his shoulder, trying to loosen the muscles that were stiffening from sitting still for several hours. It was already 1720, which meant that the Dining hall would be filled. He quickly ran to the Dining hall, picking up his meal and one for the Elf. When he got back to his room he was exhausted, having burned through the energy that he had siphoned off of the Catgirl earlier that day. Even after eating he still felt weak. He released the Elf, giving her the sticks of jerky that he had taken with him. “Eat up, get your strength back, and then we need to talk.”
The Elf ate in silence, filling up on the algae jerky that she'd been given. It wasn't the best tasting, but it was better than the PokéChow. She looked up when she finished. “What did you want to speak with me about?”
“About earlier today,” Jemal paused when the Elf grew silent. “ You did a decent job with the Hamtits and the Titmice, and you did good job with the Doggirls. You followed instructions, and once you get past the uneasy felling of killing, I'll bet you even do better.” Jemal slowly walked over and placed a hand on the Elf's shoulder. “There's just one other thing that you're going to have to deal with, and that's being my food.” Jemal kept hold of the Elf when she tried to back away. “I'm not talking about it like that. I've got the Parasite curse, and I've got to drain someone's energy. Pokégirls work better than Poké-Traited humans, and they work better than pure bloods.” Jemal began feeding off of the Elf's energy. He watched as her eyes grew wide at the feeling of having her energy drained, but he didn't drain her completely. He stopped once he was at his normal level of energy. The Elf had been able to withstand the draining, although she did look flushed. “Go to any of the Maid Yevettes and get yourself cured.” Jemal handed her her ball. “There's a healing center on campus solely for students.” Jemal let her leave by herself, sitting down at the desk top. He placed the four pokéballs containing the Doggirls on the table next to him. He hit the camera on the desktop, getting ready to record. One by one he released the Doggirls, recalling them after only a few seconds. Just long enough to get them on camera. After the fourth one he played them back, finding which one looked the best to keep.
The Elf felt refreshed. She kept trying to start a conversation with the Maid Yevette, but the girl wasn't saying anything. When she reached the room she entered, finding Jemal still at the desktop. “You're selling the Doggirls?”
“I'm keeping one.” Jemal set a single pokéball off to the side. “You remember where the healing center is?” Jemal tossed the three to get rid of to the Elf. “Take them to get healed, and then I want you to get this one healed. Keep her from getting mixed in with the other three, and have them all ran through a Level 3 Conditioning Cycle.” Jemal turned back to the computer. He began advertising on the campus site, knowing that someone was bound to be interested in the girls. He wasn't going to accept anything less than credits for one of them, he needed the cash to replace the pokéballs he had used. The sun was nearly setting when the Elf returned. Since it was much longer than the first, he figured that several others had used his idea as well. “So?”
The Elf nodded, passing Jemal back the Doggirl that he had ordered to be kept separate. “The attendants said that they would be able to install the T2 for Language in them once they were tamed.”
“What's done with those three aren't my concern,” Jemal said as he picked up the Doggirl he was keeping, “but this one is.” He placed the picture of each Doggirl next to her profile on the campus site. “Now, as for your reward for today.” Jemal leaned back, unfastening his pants. The Elf got the message loud and clear, walking over and dropping to her knees. She was much better this time around as she sucked him off, not making the same amateur moves as before. Jemal leaned back, placing his hands behind his head. “Much better.”
The Elf sucked in time with the pumping motion of her hand. Slowly she drew her mouth up over the top of the crown of Jemal's penis, letting it escape her mouth with a slight pop. She didn't stop stroking as she sank lower a bit, drawing her Master's balls into her mouth. She was rolled them around, cleaning them with her tongue before pulling back. She was about to resume on his member when she felt a hand grabbing her hair.
Jemal held the Elf in place as he used his free hand to wrap his hand around the Elf's. He continued to pump his shaft up and down as his semen splattered all over the Elf's face. Before he squeezed out the last drop the Elf had brought her mouth around his member, sucking eagerly. “You did get better.” Jemal stood up, kicking off his pants. When he sat back down he pulled the Elf up and turned her around.
The Elf braced herself as she was lowered. She'd had thicker and longer guys, and the occasional Dildo Queen, but as of late it had just been other girls. While he wasn't abnormally large, she knew that with her petite body it would just be much tighter than normal. Her breath escaped her lips in a thin his as she felt her Master slide into her. She'd barely managed to fit half of the warm member in her body when Jemal got other ideas. He picked her up by her legs, removing a part of himself from her. Without any support from her own body, she had no choice but to obey the laws of gravity when he slammed her down, and he was not gentle about it.
“Pl-please, gent-gently.”
Jemal's chest tightened as he inhaled deeply. He'd never been able to stand whiners. He swiveled in the chair. Leaning down and picking up his belt. “The next time I decide to reward you,” Jemal lifted the Elf up off of his member, lowering her ass back down so that the tip of his dick pressed against her anal passage. “You better shut the fuck up and accept it.” Jemal shoved up with a single thrust, penetrating the Elf's small ass. “Do you underSTAND?” Jemal whipped the belt up. The force caused it to wrap around his hand several times, leaving the unbuckled end dangling loosely from his fist. The leather strap cracked loudly as it connected with the Elf's swollen mound as he swung on the last syllable. Jemal felt better as he used the belt on the Elf, hearing her scream in pain and pleasure with each thrust, with each crack of the belt.
The Elf felt pleasure, as well as immense pain, as she was assaulted. Every stinging welt on her body was driven away by the pleasure she felt at the thrusting of her hips against Jemal's. She screamed again as she felt the sting of the belt between her legs, only to have the pain washed away as she felt Jemal cum inside of her anus. Her entire body arched backwards when she felt Jemal's rough hands squeezing her clit. “YES! MASTER!”
~Karachi, Blood League. March 15th, 298~
Jemal slammed his hand down on the alarm clock. Looking around he was annoyed to see that he was the only one that was getting up. There was less than twenty minutes until 0300, and Jemal was conflicted about whither or not to wake up the rest of his companions.
Yesterday had been all about moving and training the new Doggirls. The taming had gone well, as well as having his growing harem help out with the move. There were only five men in his squad, which was an oddity. Normally there would be much more than this, but it was only him and four others. “You, go wake up the others,” Jemal kicked the Doggirl off the foot of his bed, where she had been curled up asleep. He awoke the other two, who had been forced to sleep on either side of his bed, to help the Doggirl he was keeping. They still hadn't been sold or traded yet, despite several offers. None of the offers seemed to be worth it. He knew that the fourth Doggirl, the one he had sold to the Ranch, was most likely going to end up as a battery cell, but that was life.
Jemal looked around to find out where the Elf went. When he didn't see her he didn't bother looking around for her, he needed to get ready. The groaning sounds of the rest of his squad was ignored as he got dressed.
“Master Jemal.”
Jemal turned around after fastening the machete to the back of his belt. Turning around he saw that the Elf was carrying a tray with a sandwich and a glass of coffee. “What's that?”
“Your breakfast.” The Elf carefully passed the cup of coffee and the breakfast sandwich to Jemal. She placed the tray on the floor next to the cot before fixing the ruffled sheets. When the cot was made she turned to Jemal, helping him finish getting dressed. After she laced his boots she got her own clothes out. She didn't have much in the way of clothing, just a pair of camouflage cargo shorts and a matching sports bra, she didn't spend much time getting dressed. She didn't need to worry about returning the dishes. They could do it when they returned to the dinning hall, or they could leave it for the Maid Yevettes. “Master, are you alright?” She placed a hand on Jemal's back, helping him to stabilize.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little drained.” Jemal whistled to the two extra Doggirls. They each came over, tails wagging excitedly. At first Jemal took a hand and scratched behind each of their ears. He slowly turned both hands palm down on the top of their heads, draining them of their energy. By feeding from two different sources he was able to cut back on the amount of energy that he drained from each of them, making them more useful in the up coming day. While he was packed and ready to go, his squad was barely dressed. “Let's go.” Jemal recalled everyone except for the Elf.
The dinning hall was silent except for the sounds of the Iron Chefs getting breakfast ready. Jemal nodded his head, allowing the Elf to take back the dishes that he had just dirtied. He checked his watch, only five minutes to go. He sat in silence with the Elf standing behind him. A few minutes went by before the rest of his squad joined him. They were getting their own cups of coffee when a large figure busted through the door.
“Grab your pokéballs Kiddies. It's time for a full year of fun and adventure.”
As the figure drew closer Jemal was able to start making out features. Jemal had always been considered a large boy, but even he had to look up to this behemoth. Jemal felt short in comparison, not usually a feeling he had when standing next to another male. He barely came up to the Seargant's shoulders. He was also much fatter. At first glance it looked like the man came from a long line of Snorlasses. From out of his chest pocket he pulled out a folded piece of paper. After unfolding it he began calling out their names.
“Okàra!”
“Sir!” Jemal stood at attention, saluting like a good soldier. While it was a pain in the ass to do everything that they wanted, it usually meant that everything went much smoother as a result. As far as he was concerned, it was a job. He was here to do his time, get out, and not kiss every superior's ass in the process.
“Jhelum!”
“Sir!” Abdul Alim.
Jemal knew that the man was now only calling the cities that they were from. Jhelum had to be Abdul Alim. The one person in the squad that he just couldn't stand. Despite bein' an all around nice guy, Jemal couldn't stand him. He attributed it to them having completely opposing affinities. His for Fire and Infernals, and Abdul Alim's for Ice and Celestials.
“Muridyke!”
“Sir!” Qutuz saluted.
“Làrkàna!”
“Sir!” Durson saluted.
“Kàbol!”
“Sir!” Fahri saluted as well.
The man folded the piece of paper back up and placed it back in his chest pocket. “I am Sergeant Hatti,” clicking his heels together he paced back and forth in front of them. “You will follow my commands to the letter and as quickly and efficiently as possible. If one of my pokégirls give you an order, it carries my weight. They will not be able to tell you what to do regarding the way you run your Harems, but have no illusions of them following your orders either.”
Jemal stood in silence as Hatti gave the ground rules. He was much more liberal with his harem than he thought he'd be. In unison the squad answered with a 'Sir, no Sir!' when Hatti asked if there were any questions.
“Good. Pack lightly and pack quickly ladies.” Hatti stood aside to allow the young men past him. “You've got twenty minutes to get everything you might need for a trip to a small village Northwest of of Muridyke.” Hatti folded his arms behind his back as the young men walked out to collect their things. “Meet me at Pleasure Point when you're ready to go.”
Jemal turned and walked back to the barracks, the rest of his squad behind him.
“I'll tell you what, give me three missions, and I'll be running this squad like clockworks.” Abdul Alim boasted while shoving another pair of pants into his duffel bag. “It's my divine right.”
“And I'm telling you, that your only 'Divine Right' is to wind up as worm food.” Qutuz looked over to Jemal, “Just like it's yours, mine, and every last thing on this planet.”
Jemal laughed. “You're wrong mate. This entire planet's a ticking time bomb. The sun will eventually go out, and not even Moltits'll be able to heat up the world.” Jemal had the same line of thinking as Qutuz, only on a much grander scale. “But, I doubt any of us will be around to see it.” Jemal snapped the barrel shut on the small cannon.
“Are you seriously bringing that thing along?” Durson threw a dirty sock at the corner of the room, amusing himself as the Doggirls belonging to Jemal fought over who was going to retrieve it.
Jemal looked down at the modified gun. “Yeah, I am.” The barrel of the gun was much, much wider than usual and the butt of the gun was that of a shotgun. Right now it was still incomplete. The barrel had to be flipped down to be loaded, and the air canister was only able to hold three discharges. The range was horrible, but the accuracy was much better than a man throwing the ball the traditional way. It was large and heavy as well, even with the majority of the weight being in the stock of the gun. Jemal threw the strap around his waist, keeping the gun parallel with the ground at his waist, overlapping the machete. He gave his duffel bag to the Doggirl he was keeping, summoning her by whistling. He still hadn't bothered naming any of them. “Let's go.”
“I've told you before, you infernal hell-spawn, you are not the leader of this squad. There for you have no right to give anyone commands, me least of all.” Abdul Alim slung his belt across his chest. He placed the four full pokéballs on the belt. Like everyone else in the squad, he kept his harem inside of their pokéballs around Jemal. He was to much of a temptation to them, drawing them to him like moths to a flame.
“What ever you say Princess,” Jemal whistled twice. The Doggirl he was keeping he just called 'You', the other two each had her own specific whistle. When they came to his side he placed them inside of their pokéballs and placed them on his belt. He still had a bit of time left before meeting up with Hatti, which meant that he had just enough time to check the status of his student page. Once again, there was nothing of interest offered for the Doggirls. 'They don't bring me a decent offer by the end of the month, I might have to think about keeping them,' Jemal logged out and started walking out the door, the Elf carrying his duffel bag.
Pleasure Point was a hotspot for everyone in the city holding onto the belief that one day Humans and Pokégirls would one day be together. It was a rumor amongst the bleeding hearts that the Yggdra that owned the Mallorn tree at the peak was only passed down from Gym Leader to Gym Leader because the remains of her old Tamer was buried at the base of the tree.
Jemal arrived at the point to see Hatti standing atop of a large wagon. “Sir!” Jemal saluted lazily, while the Elf gave a sharp salute behind him. He sat around on the wagon, waiting for the rest of the squad. It wasn't long before the rest arrived. They threw their baggage into the wagon, leaving only their Alphas out. Jemal had his Elf, Fahri had his Battle Angel, Durson had his Vixxen, Abdul Alim had his Battle Angel, and Qutuz had his Dominatrix. It sickened Jemal to see Fahri struggling to keep up. The man was useless when it came to anything physical, but that was to be expected when the guy was cursed with Weak Constitution and Combat Ineptness. It wasn't long before Fahri was told to sit at the end of the cart on the journey.
Along the way Jemal had to separate himself from the group, as usual. With Hatti's Rhynodame out and pulling the cart, Jemal had to keep separate to avoid causing any unwanted attractions. It was going to be roughly three hundred twenty-five kilometers to Muridyke, meaning that there was plenty of things that could go wrong.
~89 Kilometers from Muridyke. March 17th , 298~
The Elf rocked backwards, just out of range of the Domina's whip. Up until now there hadn't been very much in the way of Feral pokégirls, a fact that annoyed her Master. The few ferals that they had ran across were all quickly captured by the others. When they ran across the Domina, Jemal had claimed the first rights to it as quickly as he could, even ignoring the fact that she wasn't the best choice to be facing her. “Circle around her! Attack from all sides!” She ordered the Doggirls into action, but they didn't move. She'd been having a bit of trouble exerting herself over them, the two that Jemal planned on trading away only following the orders that came from jemal or their previous pack Alpha.
She held her breath as a purplish cloud of poisonous dust came from the cracking whip. She looked at the Doggirls once again, the three of them standing around Jemal while the rest of the squad moved on. It didn't look like she was going to be getting any help. She rushed forward. A bluish light shimmered around her as the Domina's whip cracked against her Shield. She used the second of surprise that the Domina was showing to blast away with another magical spell. The hazy green beam struck the Domina in her shoulder. The Domina seemed to be confused for a second, wobbling about before falling forward, the Sleep spell taking full effect. The sound of compressed air being released suddenly, the feeling of something whizzing by her head, and the sight of a red and white orb smacking the Domina in the head, and the Domina was caught.
Jemal nodded when the Elf had returned the pokéball to him. “Not bad. You were able to handle yourself against a girl that had an advantage over you.” He was impressed at the way that the Domina was able to be subdued. There were plenty of other options than just beating some pokégirl into submission. She needed to learn that, especially if she ever plans on being the one to walk away from a battle against a feral alive, let alone the winner. Jemal was just glad that it worked out for her in the in. He wasn't wanting to pay for her if she somehow mangaged to get killed. He'd be held responsible and expected to pay for the cost of her. “Let's go. They're getting to far ahead.” Jemal recalled the Elf, making sure to drain her of her energy before she was put back in her pokéball.
~Muridyke, Blood League. March 18th , 298~
Jemal smiled patiently as the Domina tried to restrain him. He'd play her game for a bit. Allowing her to think that she was able to dominate him as she pleased. She was trying to tie him up, naked, to the bed. The major flaw to the plan was that she was leaving to much time drawing the naked flesh of her hands against his body. It wasn't just his hands that served as the origin of his parasitic blood curse, but his whole body. His hands were just the easiest to use. He laid back, the Domina loosing to much of her strength to even tie him up properly.
Jemal's wait was well worth it. It was just a few mintues before the Domina wasn't even able to stand without the support of the bed frame. “Would you look at that,” Jemal untied the vines from his wrists. The Domina had pulled out several blades of grass from her leather outfit and turned them into long vines to bind him. Jemal took his time as the Domina tried to regain her strength. He walked over to the cabinets in the room and opened them. He was enjoying the rooms provided to him by this PokéCenter. A large supply of Taming Toys and restraints filled the cabinets. Jemal picked out a rough and rather worn looking length of rope. He quickly flicked it this way and that, unraveling the rope and then flicking it again to make several knots. He pulled the knife from his discarded clothing. With the blade in one hand, and the rope in the other, he approached the Domina who had a defiant look in her eyes. “Let me show you how it's done.”
Jemal used the hand holding the knife to backhand the Domina onto the bed. Straddling her he placed the ropes next to her head, using his now free hand to hold her by the throat. She barely struggled, having the strength sapped by her by him. He carefully cut away at the leather outfit, removing her clothing slowly bit by bit. He threw the knife, sticking it in the hardwood floor point down. He worked the rope around her body, tying knots here and there so that the pressed against the most sensitive parts of her body. If he remembered correctly the term was kinbaku or some other Edo term. Jemal stood back when the Domina was fully restrained. The more she struggled, the deeper the ropes would bite into her, and the more the ropes bit into her, the more he could see her growing arousal. “Just like all the other sluts in the world,” Jemal went back to the cabinet, picking out more of the toys inside.
“What in the fucking hell am I doing?” Abdul Alim stormed down the hallway of the PokéCenter. “I am not the squad's damn messenger boy.” Hatti had instructed him to gather everyone outside of the town on the Northeast end. They were moving out earlier than expected, and Hatti had ordered him to be the one that gathered everyone. He slammed a fist on Durson's door. It was answered almost immediately, Durson walking past the door when he knocked. “Get ready, we're leaving.”
One by one, Abdul Alim made his way around until he arrived at Jemal's door. He was about to knock when he heard a scream of pain. Thinking the worst, Abdul Alim slammed his shoulder into the door. He broke through, pokéball in hand. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't to find the Domina caught yesterday gagged and tied up hanging upside down from the ceiling. “What in the name of the Allah are you doing to her!”
Jemal blinked in surprise. A thick vibrator was stopped half way from being inserted into the Domina as he looked at the busted door. “You better not be expecting me to pay for that.” Jemal abandoned the vibrator inside of the Domina as Abdul Alim glared at him. “What? You have your harem, and I have mine. And I'll break them how I want to.” Jemal turned back to the Domina, slamming the vibrator down into the Domina's cunt. He felt a slight twinge of satisfaction as the Domina squirmed, in either pleasure or pain. He turned back to Abdul Alim, waiting to see if the Tamer would say anything.
“One of these day's, you're going to burn. And I only hope I'm there to laugh as you do.” Abdul Alim spat on the floor towards Jemal. Before he left he delivered the message, but Jemal seemed to busy torturing the Domina to pay any attention to him.
Hatti stood tall on the back of the cart, Winifred standing off to his right. Abdul Alim was the first to arrive at the cart, which made sense since he was the one that was supposed to be gathering all of the others. 'One of these days, these boys'll learn how to work together,' Hatti thought as they began to arrive one by one. It came down to just Jemal missing. Out of all of them, Jemal was one of the worst. The young man had almost no respect for anyone other than himself, and even the closest person to him was treated more like an underling.
“Will you get a load of this asshole?” Abdul Alim drew a sharp breath at the sight of Jemal walking up the street. He was leading the Domina that he'd caught the other day through through town, parading her around naked except for the ropes that bound her. If that wasn't bad enough, it was the way he was leading her. As they drew closer Abdul Alim could see that he had pierced her nipples. A chain connected the two 'D' rings together, with a decent sized 'O' ring in the middle. The leader was what drove him mad. The chain threaded through the center 'O' ring and traveled south, connecting to a small 'D' ring that was pierced through her clitoris. “What in the name of Allah do you think you're doing?”
Jemal tugged slightly on the leader, feeling the rope catch on both the ring and the anchor. “I told you before. You handle your harem your way, and I'll handle mine mine.” Jemal returned the Domina to her 'ball. There wasn't any way he was going to use her right now. He was still getting her broke in. “If you don't like it, then try and take her from me.” Jemal walked over and stood almost nose to nose with Abdul Alim.
“Enough of this,” Hatti jumped down off the cart, grabbing both of the young men by the collars he pulled them apart from each other. “You ladies better shape up, or I can guarantee that you're going to have one really bad year.” He shoved Jhelum off to Winifred, keeping Jemal held his hand. “You, take the front guard.” He shoved Jemal forward.
Jemal stumbled forward as he turned around to give Abdul Alim the finger before doing as he was ordered. “Yes Sir.” Jemal started walking, releasing the trio of Doggirls after about a dozen steps.
~82km NW of Muridyke. March 19th , 298~
Jemal swore that Hatti was out to get him. “What in the fucking hell is with sending me in as bait.” Jemal ran his ass off. He didn't have to look behind him to know that the feral Wildcats were gaining on him. It was a pain in the ass to have the Charmer version of Mindbender, especially when it was affecting a group of ferals that had no Masters or obligations to other parties preventing them from acting on their libidos. He wasn't going to stay ahead of them for much longer, he could already see them running next to him out of the corners of his eyes. All he had to do was make it another twelve meters.
The Elf nodded to Behice. The Battle Angel signaled back, ready to spring the trap. Jemal was already getting over run by the Wildcats, but he was still trying to close the gap. She quickly cast a Haste spell on Jemal, causing him to speed up. While he wasn't leaving them in the dust, at least he was no longer falling behind the Wildcats that were gaining on him. She readied the plants around the area along the edge. As Jemal drew closer she began taking out the the members of the back, the foliage surrounding the Wildcats suddenly turning on them. There were yowling in protest as they were stopped from pursuing their target. She managed to take out three when Behice slammed her hammer on the ground. Behind Jemal a large wall of rock sprang up from the earth, causing the Wildcats that were behind him to slam into the wall and each other. The Elf worked quick, casting Sleep in them before they were able to put up to much of a fight.
Jemal rolled forward when he heard the shout for cover. He rolled on his back, looking up to see several of the Wildcats getting pinned with a Water Spear from Affra. He'd never hear the end of it from Abdul Alim about the fact that it was one of his girls that had to save Jemal's ass. It looked like the coast was clear. He didn't feel anything clawing at him, and he still felt fine. There was a flash of light against the surrounding blackness of night that was followed by the screams of something still living. Jemal turned to see where two or three of the Wildcats that had been trying to escape were nearly burned alive thanks to the efforts of Durson's Vixxen. “Have all targets been neutralized?” Jemal looked around He couldn't remember, but he swore that there were at least a dozen girls chasing after him back there.
“Fourteen targets have been neutralized. There may have been a few that survived the ambush, but once tamed, the captured Wildcats should be able to provide their location.” The Elf walked up, carrying six pokéballs with her. She handed each one to Jemal. “These were the ones that were captured earlier.” She looked around, the rest of the squad busy capturing the remaining Wildcats.
“Good work,” Jemal took the pokéballs from the Elf, patting her on the head as he walked past her. He found Hatti sitting on the outskirts of the small village. “Sir!” Jemal saluted, “Fourteen targets have been captured. At least six are ready for tamings. There may have been more that escaped the trap, but they will be apprehended once the ferals are tamed and bonded.”
“I'm surprised that you ladies were able to pull off that little stunt.” Hatti stood up. “Things have sure changed. Back in my day.....”
Jemal tuned the flash back out. Hatti had a habit of reminiscing every now and then, and it could last for hours. There wasn't any way he was going to listen to this. “Sorry Sir, but I still have matters to attend to.” Jemal saluted after Hatti dismissed him. He took stock of what he had in his possession right now. After keeping one of the Wildcats he'd just caught, that left him with a total of six girls in the active harem. It was actually four one he was able to get rid of the two extra Doggirls.
Jemal needed to find some way of getting back to his computer at the school. He needed to see what offers were up for the two Doggirls. While he knew that the breeds were loyal, he was begging to think that they were already bonding to him a bit to much. While it was okay for the one to do it, it was going to be an annoyance if the other two kept on as well. “Elf!” Jemal called out, standing in place as his Elf came to him. “Grab the empty 'balls from Hatti, then go and get Qutuz. We're going after the rest of them tonight.” Jemal released the three Doggirls as the Elf left.
Before leaving for this mission, Jemal had spent half a day moving, and the other half of the day taming the three Doggirls. Like the others, he'd made sure to establish the fact that he was the one in charge. They'd been in Taming Shock for at least the day after, but he wasn't sure if they were out of it yet. Or if the Language T2 used on them at the school was fully functioning yet either. “Do you three understand me?” He waited for the nod from each. “Good. Now listen up. We're going after the remainder of a pack of Wildcats.” Jemal explained that they were just evolved Catgirls to the confused looking trio. “You'll be tracking them from this warehouse.” Jemal pointed to the right, indicating the large building that was housing many different foods. “Track them back to their home, and we'll take them down.” Jemal released one of the still sleeping Wildcats and let the three get her sent. He recalled her, sending the three out on their own.
“Man. You're already got those three swinging to your tune.”
Jemal grinned as Qutuz came up behind him, with the Elf behind him. “About time. I was starting to think that you were gonna miss out on all the fun.”
“Please. After what we just went through? I'm way to wired to do anything but tame and get into trouble.” Qutuz handed Jemal a cigarette. After lighting his he offered the lighter to Jemal, pocketing the box of matches when both of the cigarettes were lit. “So, what're we waiting for?”
Jemal held up his hand next to his head, pointing towards the sky when he heard the sound of his Doggirls baying. “That.”
It was easy to follow the Doggirls. They had been kind enough to actually leave a trail with their claws on the trees. They followed the trail for several hours. By the time they found the trio of Doggirls the sun was beginning to rise. Jemal peaked over the tree that they were taking cover behind. “There's a small cave about twenty-five kilometers from here.” Jemal knew what he was going to have to do. “Elf,” he made sure the Elf was paying attention, “I want you to cast any and all spells you know on me that can act like a shield. I'm drawing the kitties out of their little hidey-hole.” Jemal took count of how many pokéballs he had and how many Qutuz had with him. “That's only thirteen. Guess that means that only thirteen of them will be saved.” He looked to see if Qutuz had any problems with it, but the Tamer seemed fine with the idea that there was most likely going to be more deaths than survivors.
“Wish me luck.” Jemal jumped forward over the log. He had the Doggirls with him inside their pokéballs if things got to out of control. They'd make the perfect distraction and sacrifice so he could get away. He knew that his blood trait was already working. He could see the heads of cat-types poking their heads out of the crevice. As he drew closer he could see several of them crawling out of the crevice. He took those to be the Wildcats. He could see that there were older ones as well as younger ones. The ones that they just took care of must have been the healthier ones that went off savaging for food for the family. 'If they're all partho, then it won't matter which one I take,' Jemal thought as he slowly backed up.
There was no need to run. The girls were all territorial, and so far he hadn't made any sort of aggressive gesture. Of course once just a few of the 'kits started coming out of the cave, the older ones did too to try and keep them safe. But that just meant that they themselves were affected by his curse as well. They all began to slowly work their way towards him, which left Jemal backing up the way he had came slowly. There were easily over a dozen of the 'kits coming towards him, all of them curious as to what he was doing here.
Qutuz motioned with his hand to Cantara. The Dominatrix slowly worked her way around the group of ferals. When she was well behind them she released Zuhur, the Babeoon doing as she was ordered and stayed quiet. They waited until it seemed like the last of the cat-types had left the cave, all of them being drawn out either by Jemal's presence or the absence of the rest of the family. He paid close attention, ready to throw his remaining harem into the mix once the were close enough. Getting a brilliant idea Qutuz took off the bandanna from around his arm. Using it as a sling he hurled the pokéball containing Durrah into the middle of the cat-types.
Jemal smiled as he dropped the three pokéballs containing the Doggirls. “Sorry ladies, but I'm not really a cat person.” Jemal ordered the attack. The sounds of frenzied screeches of terror filled the night air as the cat-types scattered. Just as he expected, those that weren't fighting were fleeing back to the safety of their cave. Jemal followed them, throwing empty pokéballs as he went. More of them were disappearing into the containment orbs faster than he was throwing, which only meant that he had help. By the time they reached the cave there wasn't any more empty pokéballs. “Guess that's that.” Jemal whistled three times. All of the ones that they could catch were caught, which just left the left overs huddling in the cave. “Elf!” Jemal kept an eye on the frightened cat types while his Doggirls retreated. “Blow up the cave,” he turned and walked away. While he would have done it himself, none of the 4th years were allowed to carry any sort of gun or explosives. Other than what a pokégirl was capable of that is. He turned when he thought he was a good distance away. The Elf was standing on the mouth of the cave. She seemed to be dropping several pokéball sized orbs of light down the hole, but they didn't shine like light should have. Dark splotches could be seen swimming and swirling over the surface. She didn't waste time running away either. Just when she reached him the cave exploded, spewing rocks and debris from it's mouth. “This is going to be one hell of a year,” Jemal turned back to Qutuz, collected the now full pokéballs that belonged to him, and headed back towards the village.
Notes:
Active Harem:
Unnamed – Elf
Unnamed – Doggirl x3
Unnamed – Domina
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