~Karachi: April 5th, 298~
Jemal couldn't believe that he was in this much trouble. Sure he had gone ahead of the squad to take care of the ferals that were annoying the town. But that was no reason to temporarily suspend all missions. It was also uncalled for for Hatti to forbid him from capturing any new ferals to keep. He could trade and sell the ones that he had already captured, but those were all Cat-types. And mostly Wildcats at that. Jemal rubbed his face, leaning back in the chair at the computer. He, like the rest of the squad, were still in class, which meant that they still had studies to complete. He looked over the screen. Two of the Doggirls had finally been traded as of yesterday. He'd only managed to trade away the girls that weren't Pokéwomen, although he did get some decent compensations. Out of nearly a dozen and a half ferals, he was able to get three new pokégirls and four evolution stones. There was one that he had introduced into the harem almost immediately, the Vixxen that he got by trading away one of the Catgirls.
“Master, would you care for your lunch here or outside today?” Aisha placed the tray down on the desk next to her Master's bed. She was still getting used to her new body. Jemal had finally managed to do what her three dozen previous owners hadn't, and that was evolve her from an Elf. The High Elf brought over the coffee, placing the harem's pokéballs on the stand next to her Master's bed.
Jemal nodded. He'd finally named his starter when she managed to evolve, after winning her fifth straight battle. “Make sure you get the Survival T2s from the teachers,” Jemal looked out the window next to him. Out in the yard he could seen a large number of his classmates dressed for the funeral of another classmate. The guy had been helping his squad clear out a nest of Buzzbreasts when he'd taken a stinger through the abdomen. 'That'll never be me,' Jemal thought as he turned away from the window.
~Karachi: April 7th, 298~
“Shut the hell up, and listen to me.” The Domina unfurled the whip at her waist as she stepped closer to the High Elf. “You're not fit to lick his boots, let alone serve as his Alpha.” She'd been the one that was named first. She was the one that was put into battles first. The fact that Master Jemal had placed this weak High Elf above one such as herself was impossible. Despite the fact that Aisha was slightly taller than her didn't stop her from pressing her face to hers. “You tell Jemal,” Shadya kept her voice dangerously low, “that you're unfit as Alpha, and you tell him that I'm the one that you want to see in charge.” She backed up slightly, barely raising her eyebrows. “Understand?”
Aisha was getting tired of this Domina. “Like I've told you before. Master Jemal is the one that decides who's Alpha. Not me. You think you can do a better job, tell him yourself.” Aisha smiled when she noticed that, even for just a second, that the Domina had faltered in her resolve. “Oh, that's right. Jemal still sees you as his personal plaything. Every time you open your mouth around him you end up gagged.” Aisha knew that Shadya had tried to use her Domination attacks on her, but they were ineffective. One of her previous owners had left her as the personal plaything of his Killer Queen months before she was sent back to the League. If she could survive that, then the small little threats given to her by the inexperienced Domina were almost nothing.
The Doggirl placed a clawed, furred hand on the Domina's shoulder. “But you'd like that wouldn't you?” She backed up when the Domina spun around. “Oh, don't think we haven't noticed. The way you get wet every time he glares at you.” She grinned, bringing her hand up to tap her nose, “I can always tell.”
Aisha grinned. While fuzzier than she preferred, the unnamed Doggirl that Jemal had kept was more than what she seemed. She glanced between the two. It was easy to see why they were kept by Jemal. He'd kept the Domina for her ivory white skin, and full luscious red lips. The only thing that she was jealous of was the hair. Despite having it well down past her ass, the Domina's hair hardly ever seemed to get frazzled or dirtied. It was almost like she was a Godiva with a love of pain and leather. The Doggirl was a beauty in her own right. While her face, at least in her opinion, was to much like a canine, her body was undoubtedly the better of them. The only one that could possibly beat her in proportions was one of the other girls he'd traded for, the Vixxen.
The Domina stalked off rather than listening to the crap that the two of them were saying. She didn't have to worry about Jemal returning any time soon, her Master was currently attending one of his classes, he would be all day. She knew just where to go to blow off some steam, and knew just the perfect target for it.
The Oddtits squirmed under the weight of the Vixxen. Because of the difference in typing, the Nocturnal Flower girl was nearly terrified of the Vixxen. Neither one of them had been given names yet, which wasn't an oddity. “Please, let me up.” She'd been enjoying the cloudy day by herself, that is until the Vixxen had pounced her. Right now the girl was doing her best to try and rape her.
“Oh, don't be like that.” The Vixxen blew a huff of hot air towards one of the vines that the girl was trying to use to get her off of her. Despite not actually being able to feel pain, the vines retreated. She grinned hungrily as she pulled aside the micro-mini skirt that the girl was wearing. Unlike the Doggirl, she didn't have as much of a muzzle to her face, nor was her tongue as broad. But that wasn't any sort of draw back as she lapped tentatively at the girl squirming below her. The Vixxen sat up, pulling the Oddtits up so that she was laying almost solely on her shoulders. “Just,” she bent down and lapped at the plant-type's glistening sex several times, “give,” she slowly worked a finger into the moaning girl's ass, “up,” she whispered before lightly biting down on the small girl's exposed clitoris. Before she could continue any further, she found herself growing drowsy. “Oh no you don't.”
It wasn't the first time that the Vixxen had attacked her. While she'd only just joined the harem herself less than a week ago, it was made apparent that she was an easy target. The Oddtits had managed to successfully managed to escape nearly every encounter with the Vixxen the same way, by either putting the girl to sleep or rendering her unconscious. This time it was Sleep Powder. She had to act quickly, her body was starting to deny her will to produce the status affecting powders and succumb to the dancing fingers and tongue.
Jemal didn't know where the girl was, but he was going to find her. He'd been let out of class early, the Instructor being called away to attend to something that was obviously more important. One of the other students in his class had a girl he wanted for himself, and he was on his way to collect the trade material. “Shadya!” He almost found it funny when the Domina jerked to a stop. “Where is the Vixxen and Oddtits?”
“I-I don't know.” Shadya was determined not to fall for the aura again. She cast her eyes down away from Jemal, but found herself unable to advert them for long. Every few moments her eyes would dart back to her Owner before back to the ground.
Jemal had a good idea of where to find the Oddtits. He'd given her specific places she could and could not go, as he did with all of his harem. When he found her next to the shooting range, she furiously rubbing her cunt against the Vixxen's. “Enough.” He recalled the Vixxen, the girl he was looking for. He'd had her less than a month, but she wasn't living up to his expectations. Sure she was decent in bed, but that was pretty much all she cared about. Her battling skills were way below par. “Come here, now.”
The Oddtits was to late to use her powders to stop the Vixxen from having her way with her. Her body was demanding the release that her Master has just denied her. “Y-yes.” She took several deep breaths to try and regain herself before weakly crawling over to Jemal. She laid flat at his feet, her body to turned on to do anything other than lay there panting and grasping at his pant leg.
Jemal leaned down and began siphoning off a small bit of energy. “Let her restore her energy, then take her back to the barrack and play with her a bit.” Jemal walked away, leaving the Domina giggling with anticipation. He walked to the 'Center on campus. It was easy enough to find the one he was trading with, he was relaxing in a lounge chair while a Cockadiddle serviced him with her mouth. “You wanna put your dick up long enough to trade?” Ignoring the protests of the male, Jemal started the trade.
~Karachi: April 8th, 298~
The Doggirl looked the new addition over critically. The Witch hadn't said much since she was added to the harem yesterday. So far she hadn't been tamed by Jemal yet, but that wasn't going to last for much longer. Jemal only had one class today, and that was going to last all morning. After lunch, the Witch would be his all day long. She'd gotten the permission from Aisha to go ahead and get the Witch ready. She looked like any other human girl, though she was much shorter, probably only a few inches taller than the Oddtits. Her brunette hair was sloppily kept in place on the top of her head in a single bun. Over all, she looked completely human. But she knew that looks could be deceiving. “Hello Witch.”
The Witch looked around at the barracks. She'd never been inside of them before. She could see where the beds were set up for nearly a dozen people, but only half of those looked like they were seeing any regular activity. “Hi. Um, can I ask your name?”
The Doggirl smiled. “I don't have a name yet. I haven't earned one. So just call me Doggie for right now I guess.” She walked over and sat down on the bed Jemal used. “You don't have a name either. Though I think it'll be fine if we call you Witch.”
“Witch? Are you serious?” The Witch sighed. Just her luck to be sold to a student that was on the opposite side of the parody line. She sat down with a slight groan. “Tell me the truth. On the scale of one to ten, how bad is he?”
The Doggirl stopped and thought about it for a moment. “Possibly an eight.” She grinned at the cringe of the Witch. “But if you're good you get rewards.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
The Doggirl smiled as best she could, although it looked more like she was simply snarling. “Like you.” She tackled the Witch sideways on the bed. The magic caster wasn't strong enough to physically push her away. To prevent her from casting any spells, the Doggirls stuck a hand over her mouth. “Shhh. Be quiet now.” She slowly used her free hand to feel the girl's body up down to the skirt she was wearing. Slowly she pulled the skirt up, lightly raking the Witch's skin with her claws. She was careful enough not to draw blood, leaving long red welts instead. Although she didn't draw blood, she did manage to draw a sharp breath from the Witch. Slowly she pulled the panties away keeping the sex of the Witch covered.
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Jemal was almost ready to give in. He was physically exhausted, and not even draining the Oddtits of her energy was enough to keep him going. True he was better off than most, but the energy he absorbed from others did nothing to stop the build up of lactic acids in his muscles. Hatti had decided that today was their day of physical fitness. For the past four hours the entire squad had been drilled non stop on different obstacle courses and firing ranges. And all that was after a three hour run that he said was to 'Warm up.' Jemal bent over and grabbed the bottom his own shorts when Hatti had decided that they had done enough for a break. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stand straight up. He motioned the Oddtits, who had simply been watching from the shade of a tree, over to him. He was panting as he placed a hand roughly on each side of her face. He could feel his energy returning to him, although his body still ached.
He'd been asked to describe it once to another person, and the best answer Jemal could give was linking it to that suddenly waking up from a dead sleep. You weren't frightened of anything, but it's as if a large surge of energy jolted through your body, waking you up. You wanted to still go back to sleep, but you've got to much energy despite how tired you felt.
Jemal recalled the Oddtits when she collapsed. Hatti had announced that it was time for lunch, which meant a small reprieve. He felt better, but his body still protested with pain when he tried to move. Lunch was simple, recovery tonics and sandwiches. Jemal ate as fast as he could without throwing it all back up. “What in the hell is with that slave driver anyways?” Jemal and the rest of them still had a report due on the applications magical techniques outside of battles, as well as hypothetical strategies for taking care of several different types of attacks from ferals. There wasn't any time to be running around doing physical exercising.
“Just do what you're told and shut up,” Abdul Alim wiped the sandwich crumbs off of his mouth with a thumb.
“Sorry, but I don't remember you being the one that Hatti left in charge of the squad,” Jemal looked over to where Fahri seemed to be doing his best to stay out of it. “Isn't that right, Squad Leader Fahri?” The guy was the quietest out of the entire group. He was also the most unfortunate. Jemal didn't know what to think. He treated his harems a bit better than most, and his girls seemed to care for him. They just couldn't touch him.
Fahri was unique when it came to his major Blood Curse. He was a nice enough guy, and no one ever seemed to have problems with him, but his Aura of Ooze was special. It was only active when someone was physically touching him. He once complained about always having to basically rape his harem because of the curse. “Would you two mind keeping your squabbling down to a minimum? We have enough to do today, and none of us want to hear the two of you bickering like a pair of Hyperdolls.”
Jemal smirked. He knew that Fahri could hardly back up anything he said. Even his harem didn't seem that powerful. Based more so towards back up support, Fahri's harem included a Diva, an Ingenue, and two Buttitsfrees, in addition to the Battle Angel. He'd talk big, but the guy had Combat Ineptness, meaning that he usually couldn't back up what he was saying, “Yes Nanny.”
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The Doggirl knew where she'd be able to find the High Elf. The range was relatively close to the dorms, meaning that Aisha was often there when she wasn't running around doing errands for the Master. Aisha was practicing in one of the outdoor ranges. Walking up behind her the Doggirl could barely see the target that the High Elf was aiming at. Since an arrow was notched, she kept silent. She watched the arrow fly, but it the odd thing was it was glowing when she released the string. About half way down the range, the solid bolt of light shattered into dozens of smaller lights. When they struck either the target or hillside behind them, there was a slight delay between the flash of light, and the sound of small explosives going off. “Remind me not to make you mad.”
The High Elf grinned as she notched another arrow. “Where's the Witch Master Jemal just traded for?”
“Oh, she's waiting on his cot; bound, gagged, blinded, and has a couple of vibrators stuffed into her to keep her wet for Jemal.” The Doggirl licked her fingers, “I've already drank more than enough for today.” Her tongue shot out over her muzzle, lapping up the few drops of 'Witch Juice' that she'd missed. Aisha didn't say anything in reply, simply going back to practicing her arcane archery. After a while the Doggirl turned back towards the dorm, getting the urge to play around with the Witch a bit more.
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Jemal was thankful for whatever it was that the higher ups in the school hierarchy wanted with Hatti. The rest of his day was suddenly freed, with the exception of a small paper that he needed to finish for Field Survival III. The paper could wait a bit longer, his new Witch, couldn't. Jemal had bullied his way into trading the Vixxen for the Witch, something that he was perfectly comfortable with. When he arrived at his dorm, he was greeted by a sight to behold. Both the Doggirl and Shadya were playing with the Witch. The Domina seemed particularly happy with the way she was breaking the Witch's skin with her whips, and the Doggirl was gently licking the wounds clean.
Holding his breath Jemal stormed across the room. Before Shadya could react he'd reached out and grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head. Jerking back on her hair, he kicked her knees out from under her, causing her to topple backwards. Her head bounced off the hard concrete floor, Jemal's grasp of her hair never weakening. “Listen here, because this is your last warning. If I ever find you doing this to one of my girls again, especially with a girl I've yet to tame, without my expressed permission, I'll let them do whatever they want to you before having you chopped into Pokéchow.” Jemal stood up over the Domina. His attention turned towards the Doggirl, who was busy applying a P-Med to the Witch's wounds. “Leave her.”
Jemal walked over to where his Witch was whimpering in pain. She was gagged to prevent her from casting any spells requiring vocal incantations, and her hands were bound to prevent any gesturing arcane arts. He opened the drawer next to his desk and pulled out a velvet bag. He reached inside and pulled out one of the Fire Stones he got for a Catgirl. He tossed it in the air, catching it when it fell back into his hand. With his free hand he threw the bag down before jerking up on the drawstring. The pouch bounced back up, the mouth drawing closed. Jemal let the pouch dangle while he placed it back in the drawer, locking the stones back up. “I take it you know what this is?” He held the stone inches from the Witch's face. Through the tears in her eyes, he could see the Witch looking at the stone almost longingly. A stiff nod was all she was able to manage, acknowledging the stone. “Good.” Jemal whipped his hand back with the stone, flinging it at the Doggirl.
The Doggirl reached out and caught the stone on reflex. She barely had time to look down at the rock in her hand and back at Jemal with a confused look in her eyes before she felt the energy explode with in her. Her veins felt as if fire was flowing through them. Her evolution was fairly quick, as far as she was concerned. Looking down at her body it was strange. Her once golden pelt was now a dark red in color, stripes of black fur adorned her body here and there. She knew the Growlie breed, and for some reason she was different. He belly, which should have been close to the original color, seemed like it was a lighter color than the majority of her fur.
Jemal felt relieved to finally have a Fire-type in the harem. Most of the girls around here were weak against fire based attacks, and fire was always a good choice for cleaning up problems. His new Growlie looked a bit different than usual. Where the golden blond fur was supposed to have been on her stomach and head, there was a vibrant and rich strawberry blond instead. Rather than the usual red that was on the majority of a Growlie's body, the fur was a dark, and almost blood, red. Her figure filled out a bit more as well. Gone was the athletic build with medium C's. Her body was now slightly thicker, as if she'd spent a few years putting on a few pounds while keeping everything proportional. “I think, it's about time you got a name as well.”
Jemal didn't show anything on his face when the Growlie's face lit up. The prospect of having something to be called was something that he knew that the newly evolved Growlie had been wanting since she learned what a name was. Jemal thought about it for a several minutes, playing slowly with the bound Witch on his bed. “Natara.” Jemal looked up at the Growlie, naming her. Despite the muzzle on her face, Jemal could see that the Growlie was smiling as much as she could. He stood up, allowing her to remove his pants. “That's right. Come claim your 'bone', and after that, it's the Witch's turn.
~Karachi: April 11th~
“Quick Attack! Get out of there!” Jemal roared above the gathered crowd. Natara did as she was supposed to, using Quick Attack to escape the volley of sharpened cones of rock that embedded themselves in the ground where she was standing moments before.
Jemal had found an Earthmaiden that looked like she'd be an asset to his arsenal. Her Tamer, however, wasn't willing to part with her so easily. He wouldn't accept any of the cash, nor pokégirls, that Jemal had offered him repeatedly over the past few days. Jemal finally had to settle for the tried and true routine of openly mocking the man in front of his harem and friends. With the prospect of appearing more of a coward than a Titmouse, the guy finally decided to give into the taunts.
“Keep her away as much as possible.” Jemal orderd. Natara was doing fine for her fist battle as a Growlie, but she was quickly loosing the momentum she'd built up. Before the Earthmaiden had a chance to use Soil Armor, Natara had left several decent wounds on her body thanks to her Fire Scratch. “Burn her. Keep the heat on her for as long as possible.” The Growlie followed orders just as she was supposed to. After inhaling deeply, which unfortunately gave the Earthmaiden time to erect a wall of soil, Natara unleashed a furious stream of flames from her mouth. The Flamethrower tore through the loose wall of dirt, the heat blasting it back towards the Earthmaiden.
The Earthmaiden reached down and dragged her hand through the ground. Just like a pool of water, the ground rippled and gave way for the hand. The handful of soil in her hand turned to mud, the Mud Slap flinging out towards the Growlie's face. The torrent of flames stopped as the Fire-type dodged out of the way. She barely had time to condense the armor around her body before the Growlie was on top of her. The Puppy Pokégirl was completely on fire as she delivered punches, kicks, and clawed slashes one after another. And although the armor prevented most of the physical aspects of the attacks, the soil offered very little in the way of fire retardant. She struck back, the soil on her arms compressing into a hard gauntlet around her knuckles. The strike knocked the Growlie back head over heels.
“Shit...” Jemal thought of a way to pull the win out of his ass. “Ignite! Follow it up with Quick Attack!” Jemal hoped that Natara would get through the earthen shell protecting his prize. Hearing the other Tamer shout out his order, Jemal took a knee quickly as the Earthmaiden unleashed an Earthquake. There were shouts of protest as those unable to stable themselves quick enough toppled over on top of each other. His eyes never left the battle, and he winced as Natara fell prone. He knew the match was over when the Earthmaiden took a running leap. Her left hand became encased in stone as her Soil Armor migrated to her arm and hardened. Jemal was shocked when the Growlie rolled up on her shoulders, thrusting the heels of both legs into the sternum. Jemal swore he heard something crack from the force of the blow, even from where he was standing.
Everyone waited in breathless anticipation while Natara rolled out from below the Earthmaiden, who was clutching her chest while coughing up blood. Jemal was smiling smugly, knowing what had probably happened. The force of that last attack had broken Natara's right leg, to be sure, but it had also shattered several of the Earthmaiden's ribs, and even better, drove them into the girl's lungs. “End it now, before my new pet ends up dying.”
It was as if the Tamer was doing everything in his power to allow the girl to expire, just so he wouldn't have to give her away. Jemal was about to order into action again when he was suddenly catching a pokéball thrown at him. “Thank you.” Jemal pointed the pokéball at the Earthmaiden, pushing the recall button on the front with his thumb.
Nothing happened.
Jemal pushed the button over and over, but the ball simply made a hallowed 'click' each time. “You son of a bitch.” Jemal snarled at the Tamer, who was now looking as smug as Jemal had been moments before. “You owe me a new fuckin' girl.” Jemal spat as he recalled his Growlie. Black plumes of smoke began wafting from his mouth and nostrils with every breath as his temperature rose. He knew that he was coming dangerously close to Igniting, but he was not about to be denied the prize he'd been working to get.
“Get over yourself. I gave you your prize. It's not my fault if you're some piss poor tamer that can't even take care of his new additions properly.” The tamer smugly laughed as the other tamer strolled over. It wasn't uncommon to see any male blowing smoke out of their mouth and nostrils, especially if they're from the Desert region. A lot of guys grew up there having some way to keep cool, and the heated Thermal Tolerance was a blessing for them. He turned to walk away when a hand was placed on his shoulder. It spun him around before both of the smoking tamer's hands grabbed his shirt.
“Listen here you piece of shit,” Jemal spat in the Tamer's face. “I don't know if you're stupid, or just a fucking moron. But take a closer look at my shirt.” Jemal grinned evilly when realization dawned on the other Tamer's face. “That's right. Purple skull and crossbones patch on the left sleeve, and a bonfire on the right.” Jemal shook him a bit to make sure that he had his attention. “So you might wanna decide quickly if you wanna renege on our bet. Otherwise you'll have to decide how you wanna go; drained and beaten to a pulp, or by Combustion. And you better decide quickly, my temperature's rising.” Jemal knew that this wasn't going to end well for either one of them, but at least he was going to get what he deserved. His Combustion curse wasn't deadly, to him. His eyes were starting to get the familiar feeling of growing hot with a building pressure behind them. He was sure that they were starting smoke, another way of his body trying to cool itself down before erupting.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?”
Jemal pushed the Tamer away when he saw one of the teachers pushing through the crowd. “This piece of fucking shit is trying to renege on on our bet.”
“That's a load of Minotaura shit! I gave you the fucking pokéball, it's not my fault if you didn't recall her before she died.”
“I couldn't recall her fast enough because you deliberately held back on passing her 'ball to me.” Jemal's body was growing hot. His skin was feeling like it was beginning to blister, and his vision was obscured by the the thick wafts of smoke billowing out from his mouth, nose, and now even his eyes. It wasn't toxic, it wouldn't bring any tears to anyone's eyes, but not bein' able to see was infuriating enough without having to deal with this prick.
“Hose him,” the Teacher turned to the Dalmation standing right behind him. She quickly stepped in front of the younger tamer who was developing a heat induced haze around him. She sprayed him with a weakened Water Gun. She was one of the only girls in the entire Blood League that could get away with attacking a human male, and even then it was only at the expressed permission by her Tamer, or if her Tamer's life was threatened.
Jemal took a step back to brace himself from the forceful torrent of water. When it reached him the water steamed and sizzled, some of the water evaporating as it touched his skin. Jemal's entire body was aching, not to mention a pressure headache was still in the immediate future thanks to the pressure that built up behind his eyes. His skin did feel tender, as if it was a piece of cured leather stretched to tightly across the surface of a drumb. “ENOUGH!” Jemal had to shout the word several times before the Dalmation finally gave up on the Water Gun. “Fuckin'....” Jemal shook his head, flinging water everywhere.
“Boy, you better watch that mouth of yours, and that temper, if you know what's good for you.” The Teacher lead them off, taking them to the Headmaster's Office to have their little dispute settled.
~Karachi: April 15th~
“We, the Student Body, find in favor of Jemal Okàra. You're hereby awarded one pokégirl that falls within the current price range of an Uncommon.”
Jemal mentally did a quick gesture of victory as Darab let out an audible grunt of frustration. Jemal really didn't care which way things were handled, especially since he was guaranteed to win either way. The school had two ways of settling disputes that required more than just a PokéBattle. Either you both could have several Psychic types poking around inside your head, or you could settle it in the Student Court. Jemal had plenty of witnesses who'd attest to Darab lingering a bit to long before passing over the now dead Earthmaiden.
Jemal turned and walked out of the court, which was really just the auditorium. He paused at the door, turning back to shout above the crowd, “I'll be expecting her before the week's out.” With that, he turned and walked out of the room.
“Hey, Jemal!”
Jemal turned around and closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them he wouldn't be seeing who he thought he saw. When he opened them, his old next door neighbor was standing there, rushing up to him with a look of smug victory on his face.
“What do you want?”
“Actually I was wondering if you had a minute. I've got something I really wanna show you.”
Jemal bit his tongue before he said anything that he'd regret. “I'm busy. I've got some problems with my harem that require my immediate attention, so if you don't mind.” Jemal turned ans walked away before he was given an answer.
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“Okay, what're we doing out here?” The Witch said as stepped away from the on coming wave. When she'd been released from the confines of her pokéball, she'd found herself standing knee deep in water. She'd been upset about ruining the pair of shoes she'd just summoned, but they were quickly thrown away and a dried pair were now adorning her feet.
“You,” Jemal said as he walked out from behind a large rock, “are going to prove how well you can handle yourself from attackers. You've got ten minutes to get from here back to Karachi with me in tow. Everyone else will be actively trying to 'kill' us. I'll be fine, but unless you want to become an Astral Witch, I suggest you get pay attention to everything around you.”
Jemal could see the disbelief in the Witch's eyes. “Don't give me that. If you don't wanna die, then I suggest you get your ass moving.”
'They won't really try to kill me, would they?' The Witch looked around nervously. Aisha and the Oddtits wouldn't really kill her unless they were given the order, at least she wouldn't think they would. Natara was a wild card. She and the Growlie were getting along great, but the Puppy Pokégirl would do anything that Jemal said. It was Shadya that worried her the most. Ever since their first meeting, the Domina had blamed her whenever she got in trouble. Especially when it came to her rough tamings. The Witch quickly stopped Jemal by placing a hand inside his belt buckle. “If you could just please wait for a minute.”
Jemal stood still while the Witch weaved her magic. Her hands glowed with a multitude of colors, and he was sure that they were all protection charms. The harem would be the easiest to deal with. The Witch had some idea of what they were all capable of. It would be the assortment of Ferals that would be the challenge. Jemal followed the Witch when she was through casting her protections. They'd barely left the beach when the Witch was jerked forward, a long thin whip adorned with thorns catching her around the neck. 'Shadya's wasting no time,' Jemal thought as the Witch stood up, blasting apart the whip tied around her throat.
The Witch coughed as she regained her breath. 'Yeah, she's definitely trying to kill me,' the Witch quickly felt her throat, but the regeneration spell that she'd placed on herself as well as Jemal had already sealed up the small scrapes and punctures of the thorns. The Witch winced as another lash caught her across her thighs. When the second lashing came, the whip struck against an erect barrier that the Witch had conjured. Thanks to the location spell she'd placed on him, the Witch could tell that Jemal was still just behind her. She cast the barrier spell around Jemal, making it as strong as she possibly could.
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“I can't believe you shot me,” the Witch rubbed the spot on her chest that had been pierced through by an arrow. Of all the 'girls in the harem, she didn't think that Aisha would be the one to take the fatal shot without hesitation. If it wasn't for the fact that Jemal had recalled her as soon as he did, then her Master would be looking for another Witch to fill the spot that she'd left.
Aisha almost felt sorry for the young Witch. Almost. “If you don't want to die, then you better wake the hell up and start thinking about all the different ways you can keep your Master, and yourself, alive.” After thirty-six years of managing to keep all of her Tamers alive, Aisha wasn't about to loose the personal record she'd set.
“And you'll be training everyday, either with myself or with the others.” Jemal said as he rolled Shadya over onto her back. He pulled her off the bed just far enough to allow her head to hang over the side. Lining himself up with her mouth, he used his own hips to drive his cock in and out of her mouth. He was holding her head up with both hands, keeping her throat clear. He was about to ejaculate directly down her throat when he heard gagging behind him.
“Is there something that you want?” Aisha looked over at the Cherry that belonged to Abdul Alim.
The Cherry squirmed at the sight of the Tamer skull fucking the Domina. “Y-yes. Master Abdul Alim wanted me to tell you that Hatti's ordering everyone down in the Mess Hall once more.” She bowed quickly and ran out of the place.
“Great.” Jemal pulled himself out of the Domina's mouth. Despite her protests, Jemal pulled his pants back up around his waist. “This means I need to go and see Tech sooner than expected.” Jemal wasn't looking forward to the visit.
Tech's real name was Christopher Duggins, and he was one of the only people that Jemal could call a friend. They’d' grown up together in Okàra, and had even spent the first few months of school in the same dorm. Although, after a few months, Tech was moved to a different section. Being the son of a Supe-Bra Genious had left him with one of the highest intellects of any male in their class. Jemal was suspecting that there was a long line of Psychics in his family. Ever since they'd split, though, it seemed as if they were just drifting apart. Over a decade of friendship, and Jemal didn't even know what Tech had in his harem.
“Aisha.” Jemal knelt down and began pulling the case containing his pokéball launcher out from underneath his cot. “I want you to look around the weapons development section of the school. Locate a guy named Christopher 'Tech' Duggins. When you find him, let me know.” Jemal watched his Alpha walk out of the room quickly. With her out looking for Tech, it left him free to see what Hatti wanted this time.
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“Starting a week from now, we will be starting in a man hunt. There's been reports of a Male smuggling in Forbidden Pokégirls.” Hatti paced back and forth between the young men lined up before him. “There's been reports of him smuggling in Alpha and Omega level Menaces, but since the source comes from someone that's taken about as serious as a cold in a zombabe outbreak, the higher ups have decided that this is something that you lot are capable of handling.”
Jemal didn't know what to think or say when the briefing was over. They did find out that the reason for the delay was because the suspect's location was still unknown. The Intelligence department had told Hatti that it'd take almost a week to gather the necessary information.
Jemal was finally able to get to see Tech after supper. His old friend had his own room which meant that Jemal didn't have to worry about anyone else annoying him. With his harem tucked away on his person, Jemal headed for the dormitories. Finding the right one was a bit of a hassle. Instead of going up the staircase, Jemal had to find a second entrance that would lead him the correct way. It seemed that the entire building wasn't connected as his was. As soon as he found the right door he checked the doorknob. Locked. Jemal hollered Tech's name as he pounded on the door. His rhythm was disrupted when the door was suddenly opened, his fist continuing on until it pounded on the face of a human looking girl with an odd pair of goggles on. “Tech here?”
Holding her head, which was quickly getting a headache, the girl stepped back, “Not right now, he's in the lab.” When she felt that she could open her eyes without pain, she started at her unwilling assailant. She'd heard about him from Tech, but seeing him up close was a bit more than she'd expected. He was attractive. Dark brown eyes, dark brown skin, and long curly black hair. She could see why her Master had warned her not to let him in without her there.
“You mind if I come in and wait?” Jemal asked as he peeked around through the slightly opened door. It was as he expected, the room was divided into two parts. Living and Research. The living was easy to see. The mattresses for the cots had been stashed away somewhere, and large sections of plywood had been placed over the metal springs to form crude looking tables.
“I'm sorry, but I was ordered not to let anyone in.” She backed away slightly as he came closer. “Bu-but he shouldn't be longer. If you come back in,” she glanced down and checked the watch on her wrist, “say five minutes, Master Tech should be back.”
Jemal wasn't about to leave only to come back shortly. Keeping his voice down so that she'd have to come closer just to hear him he smiled. “Sorry, but I don't think that's such a good idea. It'd be better if I came in, that way you could start looking over what I brought.” Jemal held up the case containing his launcher.
The girl swallowed hard. She really didn't think this man would do anything bad. He was an old friend of Tech's. And it wouldn't be right to send him away when her Master seemed to speak so fondly of him. What was the worst that could happen? “I'm sure Master Tech won't mind if I allow you in for a while. He'd said he'd only be a minute anyways.” She finished opening the door, stepping to the side to allow Jemal to enter.
“Thank you.” Jemal grinned to himself as he stepped through the threshold. As he walked in, he was able to see much more of the room. The living quarters was smaller than he'd expected. The cots had been piled up on top of one and another to make a bed, which was surrounded by a mountain of clean and dirty clothes. Everything else was pushed into the research side. Wires and other mechanical components were strewn through out the room, and the only other form of pleasure he could see was a large radio that seemed to be bolted to the wall. “I see his hygiene hasn't improved, even with sluts to do his work.”
The girl blinked. She hadn't expected to be called a slut so blatantly and to her face. “Master Tech works with us, and we are busy testing several new ideas.” she looked around. “I suppose that the daily dorm chores escaped out minds.”
“Escaped his mind? He's to busy working to remember to wipe his own ass, let alone remind his cunts to clean up.” Jemal gingerly lifted up the lid to an old pizza box. A look of disgust grew on his face when he saw that several slices still remained inside the box, growing science projects that were long over due. He picked up an unfinished project on one of the bed-tables, smiling slightly as the girl made an involuntary motion to stop him. “What are you anyways?”
The girls' eyes never left the converter in Jemal's hands. “I'm an Enchantress,” she crossed her hands underneath the her modest bust.
“Let me guess. He evolved you from a Witch so you could better help with the magical aspects to the creations.” Jemal stepped closer the the Enchantress. “Make them a bit more,” he gently reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of her face, “intimate.” He smiled as she hesitated between pulling away from his touch, or leaning into it. Jemal couldn't help but teasing the property of other tamers when he had the chance. It had gotten him most of what he wanted before, and this was no exception. “So,” Jemal quickly snatched his hand way from the Enchantress's face, leaving her looking both confused and flusterd. “What project has you knitting?”
“It's not needle work.”
Jemal grinned as he spun around at the sound of the new voice. The voice belonged to Tech, who was looking bored with what he might have just seen. “Really? It looks to me like you had a Seamstress in here at one point.”
“That's because I did, and she's just on loan from one of my classmates.” Tech walked over and picked up the black fabric. “I've been playing around with the fabrics. Remember in the second year when we got the chance to put on one of the Power Suits?”
Jemal nodded. The suits were something that only the best military officers of the league were allowed to wear. The functions were amazing. Not only could it temporarily allow a Tamer to physically subdue an Amachoke, but it came complete with quick changing visors on the helmets that were based on the Flydra's. Magnification, Infrared, Astral, Invisible. You name it, and the visor could see it. “What about them?”
“One of the things that soldiers hate about them is the lining. After a while it begins to pinch, ride up, and feels like wearing a large wet blanket. Not to mention the chafing.” Tech stretched part of the fabric, the fibers extending to allow bits of his flesh to be seen through the black mesh. “This is breathable, comfortable, adaptable, and able to stop a Slice attack from a Mantis.” To prove his last claim, Tech took a knife from the sheath on his hip, and slashed at the fabric with a stabbing motion. The fabric caught and stretched, but refused to be cut.
Jemal listened absentmindedly as his old friend droned on and on about how he took carbon fibers or whatever and had them magically enhanced. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you're still going to have to make it thicker.” Jemal interrupted.
Tech was a lot of things, but a man with common sense wasn't one of them. Looking up from the fabric he gave Jemal a questionable look. “What? Why?”
Jemal took the fabric from his hands and grinned, “I'll show you.” He pulled a pokéball from his belt and released Aisha. “Drape this over your body,” he handed the High Elf the fabric. She did as she was told, draping it over her shoulder. “The fabric's to thin. I'll be able to stab right through it.” Jemal took Tech's knife and stabbed the blade through the High Elf's shoulder.
Tech winced as the High Elf screamed in pain. “Dude, you could have just said something.” He both loved and hated that knife. The knife was made from the arm blades of a Mantis that had attacked his father, a souvenir of a close call with death that his old man had had during his journeys as a Tamer. It was over twenty years old, and still as sharp as the day it had cut through half of his father's harem. With the appropriate amount of strength behind it, it could still cut through a Rock-type's hardened skin. Tech carefully pulled the blade out of the poor girl's shoulder, quickly applying a liberal dose of P-Meds to the wound.
“You're right. I could have, but would you have believed me?” Jemal asked with a shrug. The silence from his friend proved that he wouldn't have. “There you go. Now, imagine the first time you had one of your harem test the product out.” Jemal grinned at the soured look on Tech's face. “They would have been hurt, and you'd have been pissed at the both of us. I did you a favor.”
Jemal turned away from his brooding pal and quickly opened the case. “Aisha, go out and see if you can scrounge up some battles. We're leaving for a mission next week and I want everyone to be prepared.” Jemal heard the High Elf walking out of the door to do as he ordered. When the door was shut he turned around, the launcher in his hands. “Do you feel up to doing a bit of a recreational tinkering?” Jemal explained what he wanted the small canon to do, and what he saw wrong with it. After getting Tech to promise he'd work on it he left, going back to his room to wait for Aisha.
~Karachi: April 18th~
“No!” Jemal shouted. “When the Tamer goes for the balls on his waist, aim for the balls themselves. Disarm him first before subduing him.” Jemal nodded his head, the Oddtits replacing the targets for Shadya. The sounding of the whips cracking resumed after the Oddtits replaced grapes along a dirt mound that was roughly the height of a man's waist. There were several others placed on the mound, just to make things more challenging. After the end of each segment Shadya had to aim at the sculpture of a hand holding a pokéball. She had to wrap the whip around it in such a way that the sensors in the front were blocked from reading a biological scan of living tissue.
“All of the pokéballs produced in Blood have what?” Jemal asked the sweating Domina.
“A scanner roughly three millimeters in diameter on front. It takes a scan of whatever is pushing on it. If the material doesn't read as living human or pokégirl, then it won't open.” Shadya repeated to her Master. She'd been pleased, during the past few days he'd been teaching them, and especially her, different tips and tricks for combat.
Jemal looked over to where Aisha was practicing with Natara. The High Elf and Growlie were going at each other like his life depended on it. She was getting the hang of using the Energy Blade. It'd taken him twelve hours of hunting down someone that had a girl know that technique so he could have her learn it. She was doing well with ranged attacks, but after a certain distance was reached, she was almost useless in physical combat. “You have to keep focusing on the sword in your hand and the opponent.” Jemal called as the pokégirl's energy blade fluctuated after stopping a vicious Burning Slash from the Growlie.
Natara seemed to be the best physical combatant in his harem. Years spent as a feral Doggirl had caused her to be pretty well adapted to fighting for her life, and being the leader of her pack had made her cleaver. “Keep on the attack. Don't give them any chance to get away and regroup.” Jemal could tell that Aisha was trying her best to get back to a safe distance to get her bow out.
The Oddtits was more or less assigned to a support role. Her powders were most effective when they were either used in a surprise attack, or when Jemal didn't care about friendly fire. Harems could be replaced, and as long as they got the mission completed successfully, who cared what happened to the enemy? “Master Jemal said to practice your aim on a moving target, and then again on multiple targets.” She flinched as the whip in the Domina's hand cracked just next to her ear.
“Oh, how sweet. Master was kind enough to allow me a living target.” Shadya grinned sadistically as she cracked the whip again, this time the wind from the cracking whip caused the Oddtits to close her eyes. She never touched the Oddtits with the whip, but that didn't stop her from threatening the little poisonous little Plant-type.
Jemal supervised the training, seeing who should be working on what and how. After a while he switched the combatants, allowing Natara to work on other skills besides physical combat. There wasn't much that he could do with the Oddtits. She was, in his opinion, the only girl that knew everything about her poisons. The amounts of poison couldn't be increased, and she was already able to switch out powders faster than when he'd first got her. Checking his watch he was surprised that it was already noon. He recalled his harem, draining the Oddtits of her energy before putting her back in her pokéball and walked to the 'Center on campus.
“Jemal Okàra?”
Jemal nodded his head when the Maid Yvette at the counter asked him his name. To make sure he was the right one, he gave his ID number as well.
“Yes sir. There is a Pokégirl waiting for you to pick her up. She'd just arrived last night from Mr. Darab.” The Maid Yvette walked over to the transporter and pulled out a data pad. She asked the Tamer for his signature and ID. When it was completed the Maid Yvette placed the data pad on the adapter for the storage system. The machine whirred to life as it retrieved the pokéball containing the pokégirl. “Here you are sir, will there be anything else?”
Jemal nodded his head. “Yeah, the rest of my harem. You know, the ones that you took to run through the healing cycles?” Jemal hated dealing with Yvettes. As far as he was concerned, they were just as bad as Bimbos and Bunny-types. The Yvette at least had enough sense to quickly realize that she was gawking at him before running off to take care of his harem. Jemal settled himself in the waiting room of the 'Center, taking a quick nap while his harem was healed. When he awoke the Maid Yvette was standing over him, a silver tray in her hands.
Jemal sat up and drew both palms down his face, wiping away something that was never there. “It's about time.” Standing up Jemal took the five 'balls from the tray that were lumped together. The sixth ball, was the prize he'd been waiting for. Jemal followed the girl back to the counter to register her for hisself. 'It'd better not be a damn Catgirl,' Jemal thought. He wouldn't doubt it though. A tamer that was enough of a dick to try and let a dying pokégirl be used for the prize of a salvage match wouldn't be beyond using cheap, credit-a-dozen girls for a prize. When Jemal saw the name of the breed run across the screen, his fists clenched, his pulse quickened, his temperature rose, and smoke started venting from his mouth and nostrils. “He's fucking dead.”
Notes:
Jemal Okàra
Active Harem:
Aisha - High Elf
Shadya - Domina
Natara - Growlie
Unnamed - Witch
Unnamed - Oddtits
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