~Karachi: April 19th~
“Of all the.....” Jemal was to pissed to finish the sentence. He was expecting Darab to get him something that was particularly useless. And he certainly wasn't expecting an Earthmaiden, but after reading the word next to the 'Breed' on his pokédex, he would have preferred to have a Titmouse. “He gave me a fucking Dildorina!” There was nothing he could do with her at the moment. He had less than a week to get ready for the mission, and that's what he needed to be focused on at the moment. Putting the Dildorina aside for the moment, Jemal concentrated on the more important matters at hand. Turning to leave the 'Center he stood in front of the first person he saw. “Battle?”
Jemal waited as the Tamer seemed to look him over for a moment. Finally he nodded. “Sure thing. Just let me heal my girls up and we'll head down to the arena.” Jemal nodded as the Tamer went to the counter. The Yvette was still staring at him longingly, but at least this time she had the decency to do her job first. The healing process went by rather quickly, and soon Jemal was looking down in a pit.
“Rules?” Jemal knew the drill. Since he was the one that issued the challenge, it was up to this other guy to set the rules for the match.
“Three on three. We'll each send out one girl at a time and substitutions are allowed.”
Jemal nodded in agreement as the Tamer took his position on the opposite side of the arena. 'Who to start with,' Jemal had no idea of who to send out. He also didn't have any clue as to what the other Tamer had in his harem. Sure he was able to scan his pokédex and read his status, but then he wouldn't be able to learn how to plan for the element of surprise. Deciding that it was probably the safest bet, he plucked Shadya's pokéball from his vest and released her. “I'll start with my Domina.”
The other Tamer was getting sick of the Domina line. This would mark the fourth time this week that he was pitted against one, and it was only Tuesday. He wondered how they were so fucking common before remembering that this league thrived on Bug, Plant, and Poison types. At least this region did. That didn't matter, he'd learned how to handle the Domina. “Here we go again.”
Jemal hadn't planned on this. The Scorpiagirl raised herself up as far as she could, leaving Shadya standing no taller than just below the 'tauric arachnid's chest. “Keep yourself back. Use the whips to aim for the eyes. Poisons won't work all that well against her, so only use them to blind her.” Jemal spoke into his receiver. He could see Shadya nodding her head in confirmation. “Poison Lash, like you practiced.” Jemal didn't blink as the match started. The first strike belonged to Shadya, the Poison Lash missing it's mark, but spraying out a fine mist of poison as planned.
The Scorpiagirl shook her head, trying to wipe the poison from her eyes. When she tried to open them it was painful. They seared with pain with air contact, and the tears her eyes produced to flush them out was only spreading the poison. “You fuckin' bitch!” She lashed out blindly with her tail, hoping to keep the Domina at bay while she tried to regain her eyesight.
Jemal nodded to himself as Shadya dodged the lashing tail. She was doing a decent job staying out of reach of that tail, but it still left her just close enough to keep lashing out with the poison. “Force him to recall her. You can't do much damage against her skin. And I'll be damned if I'm going to be the first to recall their pokégirl.” Shadya answered back that she understood and kept up the light stings of attack. Because of the chitinous armor covering most of the Scorpiagirl, Shadya's attacks were restricted to Poison Lashing small clouds of poison at the eyes of the larger opponent. “Scatter the Seed Bombs. Now.” Jemal kept a close eye on the Domina dancing around the edge of the striking distance of the Scorpiagirl. Every now and then he could just barely make out small pods, no bigger than a shrunken pokéball, being dropped into the dirt floor. “Don't activate them. Not just yet.”
The Scorpiagirl finally turned away, exposing her chitinous back to the Domina. She placed a hand on the wall, tapping four time with her pincers.
Jemal whistled loudly as the Scorpiagirl was recalled, knowing that she'd be released later. The Domina quickly took the arena wall under him. “Not bad. But we're fixing your inability to damage those with tougher skin.” Jemal didn't have much time to elaborate on his thoughts, the Tamer sent out his second pokégirl. Jemal scanned her to make sure which of the armless fliers she was. “Pidgeota.” Jemal wasn't sure that Shadya was going to be able to take care of her. The flier rose up and out of the pit, leaving Shadya far down below. 'Good, the Seed Bombs will help level the playing field,' Jemal thought. He was trying to make several different plans on how to win the battle with Shadya, but all he could come up with is switching her out for another pokégirl.
Shadya had to crane her neck up to see the flying combatant. She was circling overhead, like a Cuntdor, stalking her. There was a slight second where she seemed to pause in mid air before she vanished.
“Detonate Seed Bombs on my mark. Mark.”
Shadya heard the voice of her Master over the radio crystal clear, and she followed orders just as cleanly. There the creaking of wood as the Seed Bombs detonated themselves. The large wooden pillars erupted into the air, causing the Pidgeota's attack to come to a halt. Shadya ducked as a blur came over her.
“Keep on your toes. She's maneuvering through the pillars using Quick Attack and Agility.” Jemal watched as the Pidgeota made a toy out of Shadya the same way that his Domina had toyed with the Scorpiagirl. Shadya was kept on the move. The combination of Agility and Quick Attack had her dodging a dive bombing pokégirl, and the Pidgeota was every now and then flinging out Feather Shuriken, although the pillars made that a much more difficult target out of the Domina. “Enough,” Jemal was barely able to return his pokégirl, right when the Pidgeota was trying her combination attack again. Jemal felt a sick sense of satisfaction as the Pidgeota crashed into a wooden pillar. “Sorry,” Jemal smirked. Pulling the pokéball from his vest he released the Oddtits.
Jemal could see the Oddtits panicking at the sight of the Pideota gathering her senses back. He quickly switched frequencies, turning to the Oddtit's. “Do as I say, when I say it.” The Oddtits turned around and looked up at him, nodding in understanding. “Don't look at me! Eyes front!” Jemal pointed at the Pidgeota, but it was to late. The Bird-type must have been cross, because she choose the moment the Oddtits turned around to strike. Jemal cussed loudly as his Oddtits shrieked in pain, several small feathers lodged in her back. “Bullet Seed, use the Seed Bombs.” Jemal ordered.
The Oddtits obeyed, gathering two handfuls of small pods and throwing them. The seeds took off much faster and harder than they should have. Those that missed the Pidgeota buried themselves in the wooden pillars already in place, and those that hit the fleeing girl caused her to scream in pain. “NOW!” She was practically deafened from hearing Jemal scream into his receiver. She mentally pulled the trigger, causing the Seed Bombs she used to explode. Into pillars. Because of their thrown nature, the pods erupted into wild angles. The Pidgeota screamed as the pods that hit her erupted from her body at odd angles, and at the ones embedded in the pillars puncturing new wounds in her flesh. Jemal smiled in victory as the Tamer recalled the Pidgeota. That was one down, one-and-three-quarters left in the battle.
Jemal inhaled deeply as the Tamer sent the Scorpiagirl back out on to the battlefield. “She's partly blinded already, thank Shadya for that.” Jemal quickly thought how he could keep the upper hand in the match. The Scorpiagirl was to large to maneuver properly in the mass of wooden pillars, or so he thought. Before he could formulate an effective plan, the Scorpiagirl surprised not only him, but everyone watching. She charged, rushing through the tangled mass of pillars much swifter than she should have been able to. Her extra legs let her climb up and over the horizontal obstacles while using the vertical ones as braces. “MOVE!” Jemal shouted into the receiver. He could hear the feedback from both his headset and the Oddtits.
The Oddtits stumbled backwards as the stinger cracked the ground. She whimpered in fright as the Scorpiagirl bore down on her, bashing her to the side with one of the larger claws. She didn't even have time to get up, the stinger piercing through her left knee as she landed prone. She could feel it burning as the poisons in the stinger tried their best to work, but it was much more difficult for them to take affect. She quickly pulled herself up, backing up against a wooden pillar. She flinched again, closing her eyes in morbid expectation, as she saw the pincer coming towards her waist. The pillar behind her shook violently. Opening her eyes she saw that the Scorpiagirl's pincer caught the pillar before it managed to cut her in two.
“Enough. This bitch isn't able to battle any more.” Jemal recalled the Oddtits. For her first official battle she didn't disappoint him to much. Jemal quickly thought about his remaining options. The Witch would have been a good choice if she'd learned some spells that didn't require vocalization or hand gestures. Aisha was probably the best choice, and so was Natara. Natara definitely had the elemental advantages, which is all he needed. Saving her as the trump card was the best choice. Pulling Shadya's ball back off from his vest he released the Domina.
The Scorpiagirl felt anger and rage seething within her chest. It was time for a rematch that shouldn't have been a rematch. “What are you gonna do? It's a bit to cramped in here to use that damned whip of yours.” She taunted. She could see the look of concern on the Domina's face, which just made her feel empowered. She quickly lowered herself down as much as possible. Using her stinger for something other than striking was something most people never expected. A large glob of webbing shot out from her stinger, catching the Domina by surprise. The sticky thread plastered itself onto the Domina's left arm and shoulder, binding her to the wall. She was closing in when a brown blur swiped at her face. Jerking her head back she felt a trickle of blood run down her nose.
Shadya used the Thorn Cutlas to rip through the thread binding her to the wall. She quickly created another, bringing both of them up in a vicious Slash. The tangled mess of thorns and branches met with the hard chitinous armored claws of the Scorpiagirl, who used them to cut right through the swords.
“Dominate.”
Shadya drew herself up, an aura of supremacy flooding from her body. “Bow to me,” she stared the Scorpiagirl in the eyes. She could see the temptation to do so in the back of the 'tauric pokégirl's eyes. “Bow down to me!” Shadya didn't know what possessed her, perhaps it was the fear of disobeying Jemal, but she walked into the Scorpiagirl's range and backhanded her across the face. The look of surprise and confusion on the larger pokégirl's face was delicious. Softly she took the 'girl's chin in her hand and brought her face closer.
Jemal swore as he was forced to recall Shadya once more. The Scorpiagirl had been about ready to impale his Domina on her stinger after the backhand. He pulled Natara's pokéball from his vest and released her on the other side of the arena. He quickly switched channels again on the radio. “Ignite.”
Natara grinned as she combusted into flames. The sudden emission of heat behind her caused the Scorpiagirl to turn and face her, giving her just enough time to unleash a large torrent of flames that had the Scorpiagirl skittering for her life. The pillars hissed and screamed as they caught fire, the moisture from the wood being boiled out. Natara knew just how to turn the battlefield to her advantage, by turning it into a pit of Hell.
“Burn her alive.”
Natara rushed forward, ignoring the heat from the flames. The Scorpiagirl was driven to a corner that was yet in flames. Natara didn't even bat an eyelash as she was hit with one of the webs from the stinger of the scorpion based girl. The sticky thread was burned to ashes almost instantly. “Is that the best you can do?” Natara grinned as she took a deep breath. As she exhaled the Flamethrower she spit out licked at the wall.
Jemal smirked as the Scorpiagirl was recalled before she could be roasted alive. He was curious what was going to be next, but he knew that he needed to have had a better strategy than the one that he'd just used. They weren't all that popular with the Tamers here in Blood, most of them preferring to keep her as a ready food source. He didn't even need to check his pokédex, Jemal what she was the moment he saw her. The battle ready looking bovine Pokégirl was a Minotaura. He wasn't sure how this was going to go. The entire arena was giving Natara the advantage, and yet the introduction of a Rock-type just changed that in a heartbeat. “She's not going to go down as easy. Keep your ears open, she out matches you in every way.”
“Master wishes for a win, so I'll get him the win.” Natara stayed ready. She wasn't in the best position at that moment, backed into a corner with flaming pillars threatening to come down on top of her head. Of course the other girl would have to cross beneath those very pillars as well.
Jemal nearly panicked as the arena shook. Jemal looked down into the corner. Natara had taken to the wall, pinning herself up against the borders of the arena to stay on her feet. “Keep her back. Try and wear her down.” Jemal ordered. Looking back at the Minotaura he saw the stream of flames erupt out from the corner of his eye. The Flamethrower billowed around the burning pillars of wood in the way, but some of the flames still managed to reach the other Tamer's Pokégirl.
There wasn't much Natara could do to the Minotaura. Usually, when something was strong against her flames, she'd rush in and start using her strength to overpower them. But that's be suicide against a girl that was stronger than her and probably more experienced. Ending the stream of flames from her mouth Natara took off, dodging to the right as a large stone crashed into the wall behind her. She could guess where that came from. After the Earthquake from the Minotaura the terrain was unstable. Not only did they have the burning pillars to contend with, but now there ground itself was uneven and hazardous.
“Smoke now!” Jemal urged. He could see Natara taking in a deep breath. As she exhaled ash and smoke spewed from her mouth. The arena was quickly filling with the thick combination, obscuring everyone's vision. With the smoke filling the arena, the fight was taken out of his hands.
Below, amongst the thick plumes of ash and smoke, Jemal could hear sounds of fighting. Every now and then he'd be able to see a flash of flames or the sound of something smashing on the ground, but there was now way to tell how the fight was going. Slowly the smoke gave way and Jemal was finally able to see how the battle was progressing. Natara looked to be having the upper hand. Bite-size wounds riddled the Minotaura's body. The Minotaura's body was either burned, bleeding, or covered in soot. “I want you to finish this. Now.” The battle was drawing out to long for his taste. Of course he could always switch out Natara for the Domina, but that bitch had been even more useless than the Oddtits for this battle. Once again Natara filled the arena with her Smoke technique. From the smog he was able to see a dark billowing of smoke and fire spread across the pit.
Jemal jerked his head up at the Tamer. He'd been expecting a win, either by him or the other Tamer. What he wasn't wanting was to have him recall the Minotaura without provocation. Of course now that he wasn't so focused on the battle Jemal could hear what was drawing the crowd away. “That's the Warning Siren.” Jemal quickly recalled Natara and began to run back towards the barracks.
Hatti's foot was tapping impatiently as Okàra finally showed up. “It's about time. The entire squad has been waiting for,” Hatti checked his watch, “twelve minutes.” There wasn't any reason for him to be mad, they weren't going to be deployed for the emergency, but there wasn't any telling when and how soon they could be. “This squad isn't on Protection Detail this month, so all you're supposed to do is stay indoors until the emergency is lifted.”
Jemal wasn't sure if there was anything more insulting, but he turned on his computer and tried to finish his assignment. 'It's not like I'm ever going to tame a Gynadose or a Coldonta,' Jemal thought as he pulled up the research he needed. The Blood League wasn't leaving anything to chance. The students were assigned papers on everything from basic and advanced tactics to the best way to tame a metamorphic pokégirl stuck in her monstrous form.
~Okàra: April 24th~
Jemal almost felt relieved to see the familiar sites of Okàra once again. For the past half a decade he'd been stuck in Karachi. Sure he had most of his friends growing up with him there, but they all quickly grew apart during their studies. There was a slight feeling of nostalgia as he rode down the street into the town. Without even realizing he did it, he relaxed his body and prepared for the large pothole in the road. The wagon bumped hard, causing a grin to spread on his face when half his squad nearly wound up on the floor of the wagon. “Careful. They really don't care about the roads around here.”
“I will tell you one thing man. I heard that the section of pokégirls from the ranch here are spectacular.” Durson sat back up on his seat.
“What do you expect? It's where all of the starters come from and returned, as well as all of the castaway girls that are useless.” Qutuz yawned as he leaned back against his seat, content with now sitting on the floor. He used his seat as a backrest, adjusting himself until he found a spot where his previous seat wasn't a discomfort on his back as they continued down the road.
“They have pokégirls you wouldn't even be able to afford to look at, let alone actually buy.” Abdul Alim smirked as he rolled a pokéball between his fingers. “But I guess that some of us are just better off in the world, with people who actually care about us.” Abdul Alim shot a smirk over to Jemal, who seemed to be ignoring the conversation at hand.
Jemal heard the shot at him, but he didn't let it bother him. For some reason, it felt good to be back in the place he couldn't call home. You didn't have a home when you grew up in an orphanage. There was another pothole coming up, and once again Jemal instinctively knew where it was. This time the rest of the squad knew what to look for when he prepped for it and they followed suit.
Okàra was a city that was surrounded by plantations. It was where the majority of the League's grocery production came from, as well as most of the Pokégirl raw materials. It wasn't uncommon to walk down one of the dusty roads and a long the way pass several plantations devoted to corn and wheat, and in only a couple of miles run past a plantation that was League sponsored. Most of the League sanctioned plantations though dealt with the pokégirls that could be useful for everyday life. Such as a Milktit ranch, or even a Slimette production center where the E-Medals were mass produced. Of course with plantations that were dedicated to the likes of harvesting the visors of Longflies and Flydras, it was common for the town to host several of the spirits of the girls that had been slaughtered. The city of Okàra was what one would expect for a city surrounded by farmers. The city was mostly a conglomeration of warehouses, hardware stores, and airship ports.
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Jemal wasn't sure what to feel about the trip to Okàra. It turns out that the information from the unreliable source was just that, unreliable. The suspect was doing nothing more than using various Spider types around the farms to combat the plague of Bug-types in the area.
“We'll be back on our way to Karachi the day after tomorrow. I'd suggest enjoying the down time. If you think you've got the account for it, you can check out the Ranch.” Hatti dismissed the students, looking forward to his own down time with his harem.”
Jemal knew what he was going to do, and the thought excited him. There was an old plantation on the outskirt of town that had a rather bad stroke of luck. It was once a Longfly ranch. They'd monthly harvest the visors from the Longflies to be used for in civilian sunglasses and military visors. Unfortunately the plant had burned down, taking with it the lives of possibly thousands of pokégirl lives. Only the handful of girls that were, at the time, strong against the flames were able to be saved by the workers and their pokégirls. Ever since then it had become a legend amongst the kids that the place was haunted.
Jemal had always been able to see the invisible girls, a Blood Trait that would often have him talking to the thin air. The plantation had, over the years, become the resting point for many of the deceased spirits of the pokégirls in town. Whenever he could, he'd escape from the orphanage to this plantation. His own little world filled with the 'girls that only he was lucky enough to see.
“Hey, I expected you of all people to know that the ranch is the other way.”
Jemal turned his head to see Fahri jogging after him. “Yeah. I know where it is. That's why I'm heading this way.” Unless he had orders to do so, there was no way on this earth that he was going to willingly set foot on that ranch. There was nothing for him there, and even if there was it was something that he'd be able to get sent to him through online transfers. Jemal indulged Fahri with small talk as they continued to the plantation. It was quite a walk, taking easily two hours at a light jog. By the time they reached the plantation it had some how turned into a race. Jemal wanted to do his best to loose Fahri, but despite the Weak Constitution that the Squad Leader possessed he was able to keep up relatively well.
The plantation was just as he remembered. While 'plantation' was a word that wouldn't best describe the looks of the facility. The building itself had been nearly reclaimed by the wilds. Ivy and other crawling vegetation had virtually covered whatever part of the three story building. Of course it was much larger than a normal house. The building was longer than most hangers used to store airships.
“This place gives me the creeps.” Fahri complained as he grabbed hold of the barbed-wire fencing. He pulled it apart with his hands and feet, giving Jemal just enough berth to get through. There was a moment of consideration on Jemal's part, but eventually his pride got the better of him. Fahri said 'Thanks' before slipping through himself.
“It's the best place around here to find Ghost types,” Jemal took his knife cut through the ivy growing down one of the windows. There was a slight pause before he pushed his way in through the boarded up windows. It was easier than he thought. Moss and fungus had weakened the wood considerably. All it took was a bit of pressure, and with the ivy that was supporting the rotting boards removed, it quickly crumpled under the force of the blow. Before heading in he released Natara, Aisha, and the Witch. “Ferals. Ghost types, possibly Plant and Bug as well.”
Aisha was grateful that Jemal was allowing her and the Witch to make preparations. With the news that the place would have Ghosts they both started casting spells. Aisha placed the thumb and forefinger of her right hand over Natara's eyes. “The souls of the dead will no longer hide from thy sight.” She dropped her hand, allowing Natara to open her eyes. Like hers, Natara's eyes now had a slight green tint to them. “There. You won't be able to see in the dark, but you should at least now be able to see any pokégirl hiding behind any sort of invisibility.” She looked over to the Witch. “You okay?”
The Witch nodded. “I learned the spell from you after all.”
Jemal was starting to get tired of the talking. “Natara, point. Witch, you're with me. Aisha, take the rear guard.” Jemal waited for Fahri to release his girls, but the Squad Leader didn't seem to be interested in doing so. “My harem's conditioned to protect me at all costs, even if it means abandoning others.” Jemal followed Natara into the building, letting what he said sink into Fahri. The inside of the building was as he was expecting. Down the long corridor he could the vegetation that had grown unchecked throughout the years. “This place was old when I was a kid.” Jemal warned. His eyes barely shifted back as he heard Fahri coming in behind him.
It was a silent walk through the ruins of the building. He could tell that the other girls were growing apprehensive, itching to get out of there as soon as possible. Natara was following her nose the best she could. While he was certain that she wasn't able to track the scent of the Ghost Types haunting the place, the Ferals that they fed off of was another matter. Natara held up her hand, motioning for them to stop. The Witch slid closer to Jemal, readying the spells she thought would work against those with, and without, bodies.
The exploding wall was all the warning they had as something came barreling out of an adjacent room. The figure was aiming at Aisha, who simply brought her bow up. The blow caught whatever was trying to tackle her and pushed the High Elf back. There was a flash of light and heat as a blast of fire pushed the attacker back.
Bringing her bow back up quickly Aisha fired where the figure had landed. The arrow struck the feral in the chest, causing her to scream in pain as she got back up. Now that she could get a look at her, Aisha knew what had attacked them. A Pinchit. The horns of the girl showed that there was no intention for mercy. Another arrow manifested itself, notched as Aisha drew back. The bolt that was released was fast and virtually unseen, leaving a burning trail of light as it shot forward. The arrow struck the shoulder plate, burying itself between the chitinous armor. There was a scream of pain as the fire on the pokégirl's shoulder began to spread. “Natara, finish her off.”
Jemal walked back over to the hole in the wall. Natara and Aisha had seemed to instantly switch places, the Growlie unleashing a large and steady torrent of flames that had the Pinchit rolling around on the floor to escape. The blaze, however, continued to follow the Bug-Type, allowing Jemal a quick and easy capture. “Stay alert. This had bound to have drawn some attention.”
Jemal accepted the pokéball, retrieved by the Witch, that contained the Pinchit. 'This should make a nice little profit,' Jemal thought as he turned back to the direction he was heading. He barely took three steps when he stopped. In the middle of the hallway was a girl. She looked at them with her head tilted to the right, as if she was looking at something she couldn't remember. He didn't have to say anything, his harem had seen her as well. Three dark violet lights shot out as the Witch cast Mana Bolt. The magic missiles barely missed as they tore past the pokégirl's torso in a triple helix. The Feral dashed, although she seemed to be nearly gliding, to the side. “After her!” Jemal hoped that they'd be able to quickly catch her. Tracking something that left no scent trail, and that could move through solid mass was going to be tricky.
“You realize that your Witch just fired at nothing, don't you?” Fahri looked around, but he saw nothing. Why the Witch was firing at thin air, as if she'd been hit with Confusion, was beyond him. He had to admit, that their teamwork taking down the Pinchit was decent. 'Now if only I can get him and Abdul Alim working this well together,' Fahri shook his head, clearing the impossible thought as he quickly followed after his teammate.
Tracking the Ghost type was difficult. Every time they thought they were close to catching her, the feral bitch would slip through the wall or ground and disappear. Natara was barely able to track the scent of decay that seemed to follow the unknown pokégirl, but even with that it was difficult. The smell of rich earth and vegetation was heavy in the building, nearly drowning out the fragrance she was trying to track. “This way,” the smell was strong, and she hoped that it was the correct one. She leaped across what used to be a platform over looking where the Slitlongs and Longflies used to be. She looked back up, only to see her Master and his harem gliding softly down to land behind her.
“Oh shit.” As soon as Jemal's foot touched the rubble that was once the stair way, the floor around them seemed to be caught in a snowstorm. All around him the astral projections of those caught in the fire and explosion. 'This is why we couldn't pin her down, she lead us right to these fuckers,' Jemal didn't have time to be impressed. The air around him was so polluted with the Astral Template forms of Slitlongs and Longflies that he doubted even Fahri could have trouble seeing them. There were explosions everywhere as Aisha fired arrow after arrow. The Witch was unleashing the energy spells she knew, and Natara was spitting out balls of flame at anything that moved that she could see through. For just split moment, Jemal thought about releasing more of his harem, but not all of them were able to effect a Ghost Type. They were already dead, so the poisons that affected the body were rendered useless which left the Oddtits out. And the Domina relied on to many physical attacks to do any good either.
A large force field of energy sprang up in front of her as an Astral Slitlong dove at her. As the feral bounced off the shield, the Witch held out her hand, placing her palm on the surface of the field. From her hand the field wavered, turning into several dozen bright blasts of light that seemed to almost target the dead pokégirls in her vision. 'Aisha, I love you so much right now,' she thought as blasted away the ghost of another Slitlong.
Jemal was pissed at the way these Astral Slitlongs were dodging his pokéballs. Sure he was expecting them to be difficult to catch, but this was just annoying. Only a small percentage of them were being caught, and that was from the slightly larger small percentage that were actually affected by the pokéballs. Most of the time the containment orbs passed right through their bodies, never even phasing the incorporeal pokégirls.
Eventually the pokégirls fled, leaving just the one that had lured them there in the first place. Jemal scanned her, grinning as he read the entry. “Polterkissed.” He'd thought about trying to obtain one of those, but the price of the actual girl or her devolved form was on the expensive side. And now here was one sitting pretty and laughing right before his very eyes. “Focus on the girl that lead us here. Her capture is the main priority.”
~57km SW of Okàra: April 26th~
Abdul Alim smirked as he was tossed around in the back of the wagon. Jemal had been in a particularly foul mood as of late, and try as he might, the Infernal bastard couldn't hide it. “So let me get this straight,” Adul Alim snickered. He knew the story, but rubbing it in the whore's face just made it all the more fun, “you spent the last,” he looked down to check an imaginary wrist watch, “thirty-two hours trying to capture a single pokégirl?”
Jemal knew he was close to exploding. As did everyone else that saw the thick black clouds of smoke puff out of his mouth every time he exhaled. He was very tempted to pull the knife sheathed at his waist free and see just how red Abdul Alim's blood really was.
“Tell me Abdul, are you always this stupid, or only when you have your daddy's money to hide behind?” Qutuz could light a cigarette with the friction between Abdul Alim and Jemal. There wasn't any reason that the League could have that would warrant the pairing of these two in the same squad other than clerical error. Sure there were to many students to sort through and match up individually, but surely there was some system that prevented scenes like this.
Hatti reached back and cuffed Abdul Alim upside his head. “Enough.” He glanced up at the sky. “Make camp ladies. We'll bunk down here for the night.”
Jemal jumped from the wagon before it could stop. He stumbled slightly, but quickly marched over and grabbed Abdul Alim by the back of his shirt. He'd just managed to pull the bastard down from the wagon when.....
“OKARA!” Hatti jumped off of the wagon himself, grabbing the young Tamer by the back of his neck and tossing him off of Abdul Alim. “Take a walk, NOW!” Hatti pointed sharply into the woods, saying nothing else as Jemal stormed off.
“OKARA!” Hatti jumped off of the wagon himself, grabbing the young Tamer by the back of his neck and tossing him off of Abdul Alim. “Take a walk, NOW!” Hatti pointed sharply into the woods, saying nothing else as Jemal stormed off.
“Stupid son-” Abdul Alim never got a chance to finish his thought. A large hand came from out of nowhere and caught him on the jaw.
Jemal quickly let go of the guy he was choking, storming off as small licks of flames slipped from his body. Taking a pokéball off his waist he released the Domina. Before she could say anything, Jemal reached back and punched her hard across the chin. His hand throbbed as the blow sent the Domina down on her ass.
“Master?” The Domina looked up, a glint of fear in her eyes as she looked at the man who owned her. His clothes were smoldering. Smoke was exhaled forcefully through his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. “Ple-” her plead for help was cut short as a steel toed boot smashed her in the stomach. She was gasping for breath when the same boot came up with force, catching her in the face.
Jemal watched as the 'girl's head snapped back from the kick. Thoughts were flying in his head in no sensible order. Thoughts of those so called friends he grew up with. Thoughts of the nights he spent in an orphanage. Thoughts of the persecution he'd lived his life with just because of his blood. Years of repressed anger flooded through with each kick, with each stomp, to his Domina's body. Drawing his knife Jemal leaned down and sliced away at the leather clothing the girl was wearing. While he never told her she couldn't wear it, he also knew that he never gave her permission to wear it either.
The Domina screamed in pain. Jemal, who was usually talented with the knife, was beyond caring at this point. The knife bit into her flesh as her clothing was cut away, leaving her bruised, battered, and naked on the dirt below her Master. She looked back, mostly out of fear, with a bit of excitement. Sure Jemal was conditioning her body to receive pleasure from pain, but Jemal had never gone this far. She gasped in horror at what she saw.
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“Seriously, what in the hell is wrong with you?” Shaking his head Qutuz didn't even bother waiting for an answer. “The man has enough shit going on in his life without dealing with stupid fucking comments like that from you.” He rubbed his eyes. Behice had set up their tent rather quickly, but a Rock based Battle Angel had no problems making a sturdy structure to sleep in for one night.
“That bastard needs to jump in front of a Widow,” Abdul Alim tossed his sleeping bag into the tent. He didn't see why everyone was making such a big deal out of this. Sure he'd pushed Jemal's buttons, but wasn't a little hazing from team mates to be expected. “If he can't take a joke, then he -”
“Take a joke? Is that what you are calling that?” Fahri looked shocked. “Let me tell you something right now. What you did wasn't 'a joke'. That was straight up malicious baiting. Stop jerking us around and tell the truth. You want Jemal to assault you. That way you can have him Court Marshaled.”
Abdul Alim wasn't going to lie. The thought of finally having that infernal hell spawn dumped on some other squad, or better yet imprisoned, was delicious. It was better to keep the potential threats to the league locked away in some dark basement. “I'll admit, that most of these Infernal spawns are better off being locked away. They don't care about others, just themselves. Just like those they're spawned from. Just look at how he treats his harem.”
Qutuz opened his mouth to say something when a scream echoed through the campsite. Hands flew to their pokéballs as everyone in the squad rushed towards the direction of the scream; the direction Jemal had left in. It wasn't hard to find the source of the scream. The Domina that belonged to Jemal was facing them, bent over with two hands wrapped around her neck, her face plastered with dirt and tears. The flaming figure taking her roughly from behind.
“Ple-”
She wasn't even able to finish her sentence. The look of desperation in her face was mixed with ecstasy. “What should we do?” Qutuz wasn't sure how to approach this. The fire was burning up the last remnants of the clothing he wore. Qutuz grimaced as he looked down at the Domina. There wasn't any way that she could be enjoying this. Not only was Jemal on fire, but he was also raping her while he tried to strangle the life out of her.
“It's obvious,” Abdul Alim turned to his Battle Angle, nodding his head. His eyes followed the blast of water that came from the sword she carried. The torrent of water knocked the flaming tamer off of the Domina, pinning the man to a tree. Steam hissed as the water hit the burning body. “Enough.” Abdul Alim sliced the air with his hand, signaling the Battle Angel to stop her attack.
Jemal coughed up a lung full of water, his face twisted in hatred and fury as he stared at the tamer who had just ordered his pokégirl to attack him. “Oh, you just made the biggest mistake of your life.”
~Karachi: April 30th~
“Jemal Okàra? ID number MP-39704 JL-6274.”
Jemal looked up from the text book he was studying. At the bottom of the classroom the Instructor had stepped to the side of the podium to allow the younger man to stand and talk. It wasn't something that happened very often. The Summons was usually held after class. But anything to get away from the lecture that was currently taking place. “Yes sir.”
“You are to report to the Hearing Room immediately. Your things will be gathered and released to you at a later date, so if you will please come with me we can allow your Instructor to continue his lesson.”
Jemal stood up and followed the man out, only stopping so the Instructor could give him a quick overview of the homework assignment he was supposed to complete. The walk was pretty far. The class he was just attending was dealing with the theoretical ways of dealing with Menace threats, on the opposite side of the campus from the building he was being summoned to. Not that he didn't mind the walk, he knew exactly what he was being summoned for.
“You fucking asshole!”
Jemal turned around. Running up behind him was Abdul Alim, the person that will soon be standing on the opposite side of the Accusation Table soon enough. “Oh good, you're here. I wasn't sure if you were already inside or not.” Jemal could tell that it was taking every effort possible for Abdul Alim not to attack him. While infuriated, Abdul Alim wasn't ANYWHERE close to loosing control. Something that would have to be fixed.
“I fucking saved your LIFE! And the life of Shadya!”
“ENOUGH!” Jemal and Abdul Alim both turned to look at the man Jemal was following. He seemed to want to stop the conflict before it escalated any further. “Both of you, get inside!”
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“Abdul Alim. You are being accused of maliciously attacking a Tamer that was Taming his harem.”
Jemal didn't care if anyone saw his smirk, but there was just no hiding it. He'd accused Abdul Alim of ordering the attack on him, and it was perfectly valid.
“The only reason I ordered the attack was because he was practically killing her!” Abdul Alim was looking around frantically, “His rage was pushed to the limit and he Combusted. There wasn't anyway we could have stopped him from killing a member of his harem!”
“You're exactly right. You had no reason to interfere with me or my harem,” Jemal's hands dropped from their crossed position across his chest to his sides. “I've told you this before. How I handle, tame, and train my harem is MY decision.” Jemal's stern face let out a smirk as he lifted his head a bit, looking down his nose at the student standing across the table from him, “And as I recall, it was you who had baited me to the point of Combustion.” Jemal smirked as that realization dawned on Abdul Alim. “So this entire thing is your fault.”
“Silence.”
Jemal bit his tongue as the order came to him. It was pretty annoying. This room was set up so that only the parties directly involved could be seen, which meant that only Abdul Alim and Jemal were visible besides whatever bits of the table were captured in the light shining down upon them.
It seemed like an eternity before anything was said. But when they did, Jemal was positive that the outcome would be in his favor.
“Abdul Alim. While guilty of ordering a member of your harem to attack a human, it has been decided that doing so was in the best interest of the accusing party.”
Abdul Alim let out a sigh of relief and triumph as he saw the rage spread across Jemal's face.
“However, it would be in your best interest to avoid angering Jemal Okàra during the future. Nor are you to interfere with the dealings of his harem unless it is obvious that the outcome will be a Menace. Anything other than that will be regarded in a malicious manner and you will be punished accordingly.”
Jemal was tempted to walk out of the building there, but the voices weren't done speaking just yet. “Jemal Okàra. While you are allowed to treat your Harem as you see fit, you should exercise caution. While the Domina line hasn't been found to evolve into anything other than a Penance with severe torture, repeated offenses can cause an Anima.” Jemal simply nodded his head. Jemal turned and walked out first as they were dismissed.
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“Master Jemal will be back soon.” Aisha had finished her chores, and all she was doing now as over seeing that the rest of the work was done as well.
“You know, it isn't as bad here as I thought it would be.”
Aisha shrugged at the new girl. The Dildorina didn't know how lucky she was to be here. Everything was pointing towards Jemal getting rid of the girl, and by some fluke or miracle, the Pokégirl had managed to stick around. Of course while she was technically a member of the main Harem, all of her roles and jobs had pretty much delegated her as the 'unofficial' Non-Combatant. “Master Jemal has his reasons for everything. Even if they're not completely understandable to those around him.”
The Dildorina nodded as she put her new Master's laundry back in it's place. “I suppose so. But you'd think more people would use us. I mean, we're pretty much the perfect taming aids.” She glanced down the bunker. Shadya was tormenting the poor Oddtits again, but it wasn't so bad that Aisha needed to intervene. She winced in pleasure. The position that she was in was currently causing her to squeeze her legs together, forcing her to tighten around the three vibrating bullets stuffed inside of her.
“You were told to do that only when you had free time.” Aisha commented as she ran a finger across the string of her Master's bow, checking it for fraying. While it was a compound, she was designated the best to keep an eye on it. “Do you really like being punished?”
“You've gotta dislike it for it to be a 'punishment,' just like you can't rape the willing.” She smirked. The Dildorina had a week to sample the 'punishments' and 'rewards' from Jemal. And truth be told, she much rather have the 'punishments'. “Besides, it's not like I'm skipping out on my chores. But, if you'd like.....”
Aisha shook her head. The Dildorina had a sex drive that could rival that of a Nymph. “No thank you. I have more important things to tend to at the moment.” She walked over to the computer and tried to finish her job.
The Dildorina yawned. There wasn't anything she had left to do, and the bullets she was using was quickly boring her. There wasn't anything left for her to do, yet she didn't feel like returning to her pokéball. “Hey, why don't you leave the poor girl alone?”
The Domina sniffed in defiance as she jerked her head back. “And what makes you think I'll do anything you say?” Shadya unfurled her whip, letting the length of it coil around by her feet.
The Dildorina smiled as she stared at the whip, “If you want to play, then all you had to do was ask. Unlike you I'll admit it, I'm just a slut for pain.” Her smile grew slightly as the statement put Shadya off. “There's no need to hurt someone who doesn't like it when you've got someone else perfectly willing to be tied up.” She smiled as she clapped her hands together lightly. As she pulled them apart a large double-end, studded vibrator appeared from nowhere. “Or we can have some fun like our first time taming.”
Shadya stormed out of the barracks. It was bad enough that the Dildorina was never fazed at the thought of being tortured or raped. She seemed to get off on it in fact. It took her entire reason of causing pain and threw it out the window, and then begged for more. Shadya stopped in her tracks when she saw Jemal walking towards the barracks. Her body was flooded with the urge to run, yet her legs weren't moving. She could still remember the feeling of his flaming hands wrapped around her throat. The feeling of his burning penis violently raping her; and the ecstasy that she felt as she nearly died. As he passed her she saw the same look of rage and fury that was burned into her memory only a week ago.
“We're training.”
“Y-yes Master.” Shadya barely managed to choke the reply out. Her body finally listened to itself, forcing her to turn around and follow Jemal back into the barracks.
“Aisha! Get everyone together.” Jemal shouted. He could see the startled looks on his harem's face, but that was most likely due to the fact that he'd just kicked the door open.
“You heard our Master!” Aisha stood up from the computer, locking it with a single hand. She grabbed hold of the pokéballs of those released. The Oddtits, Shadya, and the Dildorina were returned to their pokéballs. She waited patiently after handing the vest to Jemal. She looked up when she saw his shadow walking away. Not pressing her luck, she followed behind him quickly.
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Jemal lazily rolled the credit around. He looked around the table, seeing everyone concentrating on their hands. He looked down at his own hand laying face down on the table. He quickly checked what the cards were again; K♥, K♦, K♣, 10♣, 10♥. There wasn't any way he was folding with this hand. The day hadn't been going his way. A six page essay was assigned in Theoretical Menace Control, an assignment was due in Survival Studies, and his hearing with Abdul Alim had left him less than thrilled.
Jemal was snapped out of his thinking when his attention was brought back to the game. “Sorry. I'm staying in,” Jemal pulled Shadya's pokéball from his vest and rolled it into the middle of the pile. “I think I'll go on and make this game a bit more interesting.” Jemal smirked at the surprised faces. Soon his pokéball was joined by others in the small collection of credits in the middle. Everyone when around in order, revealing their hands. Just as he thought, his Kings over 10s trumped everything. “Come on. The game's just starting and you've all still got your harems.”
The game continued on into the night. The pots for the games included everything from credits to pokégirls to Evolution Stones. Simultaneously six pokédexes either vibrated or sounded off at 6. There wasn't any class on the weekends, which meant that the game was only over when ever they stopped playing.
Jemal reached into his pocket for another pack of cigarettes when he realized he was out. Yawning he looked around. Everyone was starting to look tired. “Last hand.” Jemal took his turn, shuffling the deck he passed it around for everyone to cut. He dealt the cards. Looking at his hand he considered folding. Q♣, J♦, 10♣, 3♥, Q♥ seemed to have the slimmest hope of winning in his book. He decided to wait to see who else was folding the hand.
Everyone at the table, as expected, stayed in. Jemal wasn't surprised. It was their last chance to win their missing harems back, not that he believed that anyone could remember who had what anymore. Against his better judgment, Jemal stayed in. He pulled three cards out of his hand, then dealt himself replacements. He could have almost stood up in shock at what he had. Throwing his hand down he rubbed his face with both hands. “I might as well lose spectacularly.” Jemal looked over to his left and nodded is head inwards towards the table. “Let's see the damage.”
Around the table hands were laid bare for all to see.
4♣, 5♦, 6♠, 7♥, 9♥
2♣, 2♦, 2♥, 3♥, 4♥
2♠, K♠, K♣, K♦, J♠
A♣, A♠, 8♣, 8♠, K♥
J♥, J♦, J♣, 10♣, 10♥
Finally it was Jemal's turn to show his hand. Q♦, Q♣, Q♠, Q♥, A♥. Everyone around the table cursed at their luck, prompting Jemal to simply smile. “I'm a Charmer. All of the ladies come to me eventually.” Jemal took back the Sky Crystal he had placed in the pot, along with four pokéballs, a Diamond Stone. It wasn't that bad of a game. He was up nearly three thousand credits, not to mention that the two pokégirls he lost in the game were replaced with an extra bonus. Over all Jemal was thinking he came out ahead. He scanned the pokéballs that were now his. A Firemaiden, an Airmaiden, an Elf, and a Peekabu. All three of them could potentially be useful. He passed around his 'dex, allowing the previous owners to transfer them over to him. He did the same to the two who had won his Growlie and Domina from him. When the business was done Jemal left, determined to sleep as hard as he could for as long as possible.
~Karachi: May 2nd~
Jemal muffled a yawn in between his breakfast. “Report?”
Aisha nodded as she stood over Jemal. “The three new girls are being accepted by the harem relatively well. While playing with the Peekabu yesterday, your Oddtits evolved. The Peekabu is hyperactive and is always running around. She seems to enjoy zapping the harem with light jolts. Nothing harmful, but enough to get our attention.” Aisha paused and took a deep breath. “The Elf isn't as bad a Shadya was, but she'll end up gunning for the Alpha position sooner or later. The Firemaiden and Airmaiden are pretty interesting. The Firemaiden seems to be driven solely by instinct. She doesn't have any qualms with the harem that have shown up yet, but she does seem to be the most enthusiastic to play with the Peekabu. The Airmaiden seems almost content to just sit back and watch. She seems to think that because nobody can actually see air currents, she'll have no trouble winning if anyone picks a fight with her.”
Jemal nodded. Since he won the four new girls he'd yet to see any of them in person. Just to hammer in the fact that they belong to him, and that he'll get to them when it suited him. He did the same with the Dilorina, and she was turning out to be obedient enough. “Tell the Dildorina and the Gloomy that I want them next to my bed in,” Jemal looked down at the screen of his pokédex, “forty minutes.”
Aisha nodded as she left Jemal to his own devices. As instructed, the first thing she did was return to the bunker, finding that the two members of the harem she was looking for were already together. “What's up?”
“Oh, just teaching her some of the better points of poison control,” the Gloomy smiled. While she wasn't the most proficient at her poison controls as an Oddtits, now that she was a Gloomy she felt that she had better control over things now. “Was there something that you wanted?”
“Master Jemal has ordered you two to be here when he returns in forty minutes.” Aisha couldn't help but feel a bit bad at the sad look on the new Gloomy's face. Sure she knew that the 'girl wasn't any more depressed than she used to be, but the look of the pokégirl was just more depressive. She raised a questioning eyebrow when the Gloomy stood up and headed out of the barracks. “Where is she going?”
“I dunno. She said something about Jemal feeding. I'm guessing she's about to play the virgin sacrifice.” The Dildorina shrugged, a coy look spreading over her face. “So, I've got another forty minutes before I have to be here with Jemal, how about keeping me company?”
Aisha knew the Dildorina enough to know what she meant. “Another time perhaps. I've got several things to take care of.” Aisha could guess what Jemal had planned, and it was time to hurry and get things prepared. She left the Dildorina to play with herself, looking for the Firemaiden.
“No. Listen. If you don't respect the fire, it's going to burn you alive. 'Fuel and fools both burn the same.'”
Aisha came across the Firemaiden with the Witch. It was apparent that the Fire-type was giving the magical apprentice the finer tips on controlling flames. Aisha watched as the Firemaiden brought her hands up before her. Flames ignited, growing larger as the Firemaiden willed them to. Like water poured into a glass, the flames began to take shape. Soon a flaming Ponytaur was trotting around. In seconds the flaming figure began racing around them, turning into a single long stream with the head of a dragon. It seemed to breath fire itself before dissipating into nothingness. “At least you're not completely wasting time.” Aisha smiled lightly at the Witch. “But for us it's a bit different.”
“So what do you want?” The Firemaiden crossed her arms. She wasn't happy with the thought that the Plant based Elf was able to copy her pyrotechnics. Even worse was the fact that she seemed to be better at it than herself, and that truly pissed her off.
“Master Jemal. He wants the Gloomy and Dildorina to meet up with him in less than thirty minutes now.” Aisha started.
The Firemaiden interrupted with a huff, “If he wants them, then go and find them.”
“I already have.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing wasting our time here for?”
“Because, I know that after he's done with them, it'll be time for all of his new pokégirls to be tamed into the harem.” Aisha didn't let the Firemaiden get to say another word before hitting her with a sleeping spell. It was always best to catch them off guard, status affecting spells always did. “Levitate her back to the barracks will you? I've still got one more to find.”
The Witch nodded. Her hands glowed as she held them out over the Firemaiden's limp body. Although it was a bit awkward at first, the girl's body began floating chest high. With an arcane push, the body bobbed slightly as the Witch towed her to the barracks. She stopped for a moment, turning her head back to look at Aisha. “What did you mean 'It's different for us'?”
Aisha grinned. “We can cast a spell to have the flames do exactly what we want it to. We can cast it and forget it. If she tried that,” Aisha pointed to the sleeping Firemaiden, “she could end up burning everything in sight. She has to maintain her focus to control the flames.” She walked off, hunting down the Airmaiden.
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Jemal was glad to see the Dildorina waiting where he wanted her. He was actually more impressed with the fact that Aisha had gathered up all of the new members of the harem and had them ran through a Level 3 Cycle. It was just going to show that he was getting his silent orders across to the High Elf. Of course he'd have to punish her. Even though it's what he wanted, she still acted without his permission. “Where's everyone else?”
“Aisha has them right outside. They're practicing until it's their turn. Aisha thinks that you're going to get to them today.” The Dildorina sat up on the bed. Behind Jemal she could see the Gloomy, looking winded and blushing. “It seems like someone already got to the goodies before anyone else today.”
The Gloomy didn't even try to hide the look of satisfaction on her face. Not only was she drained of energy, but the rough taming that she'd just received from Jemal. Squirming just a bit she could feel the remnants of the taming running down her legs.
“Enough. I need you two here while I tame the four new pokégirls into the harem.” Jemal's gaze nearly burned a hole through the Dildorina's chest. “I'm still unsure as to whither or not you should be kept. If it turns out that the chance I'm giving you is wasted, you'll be begging me to turn you into PokéPower.” The sentence effectively put the Dildorina in her place, the girl looking as if she was just forced to swallow raw ice.
The Dildorina shook the uneasy feeling as Jemal began to strip himself. When he began to unfasten his pants the Dildorina quickly slid from the bed and onto her knees before her Master. “Please, allow me,” her hands carefully forced Jemal's away from the buckle. “After all, it's my job,” she whispered to no one in particular. The first thing she did was scrape her nails down the front of Jemal's pants. She buried her face into Jemal's crotch, dragging her nails back up his pant legs. When the denim slid past her face she inhaled deeply. Jemal's thick musty scent filled her nostrils, sending a slight shiver up her spine.
Jemal pushed the Dildorina away from him. “Get. Off.” Jemal whistled loudly. There wasn't any way that Aisha, who was right outside of the building with the rest of the harem, was going to miss his whistling. From the small windows that lined the very upper part of the building, he could see flashes of red light. It wasn't very long before Aisha came into the building, sweating slightly. “Good. It's about time,” Jemal took his belt from her and placed it on the stand. Selecting the first of the newest additions on the belt he released the girl.
Aisha's breath was held for a slight moment as the red energy formed. It just had to be the Elf. The reaction was obvious as she was hit, for the first time, with Jemal's Charmer aura.
Jemal had to admit, seeing the Elf up close was a nice change. So far he'd only seen her from afar, other than the profile pictures he got from her previous owner. She was shorter than Aisha used to be, much shorter. And other than her breasts being non-existent there, there wasn't much that separated her from any other Elf he'd seen.
She didn't know what to make of the man standing in front of her. She could tell instantly that the man had the Charmer blood-gift. He wasn't particularly that well looking to make her as flustered as she was, and she'd felt the same way when she met several others with the same Blood Trait. “Master,” bowing she greeted her new owner. She straightened back out, catching the nod that he used to acknowledge her. She remained silent as he pulled another pokéball from his belt and released the occupant.
Jemal felt the hair on his arms rise up from the static electricity surrounding the girl. While winded and a bit flushed looking, the Peekabu wasn't what he expected. She was taller than he was expecting, and the build of her body was closer to the Gloomy's. While she wasn't fat, she did seem to have a little extra padding around her abdomen and an ass that was definitely larger than it should have been on her body.
The Peekabu was ecstatic. She'd heard about the feeling she'd get just being in the same room as her new Master, but before now, and she'd thought they exaggerated the effect. 'Okay, I owe Pointy Ears an apology,' she glanced over to the Elf standing next to her. She tilted her head slightly as she shrugged. Turning her ever growing attention back to the man that now owned her she smiled brightly. “Hi!” She waved, although the greetings brought out no response. Thinking that he was just playing coy she decided to give it once more. “You know, your harem's pretty nice. They could stand to loosen up a bit, but they're generally a pretty good bunch.”
Jemal didn't bat an eyelash as he reached down for another pokéball. “You'll speak when spoken to in my presence unless my life's being threatened.” His eyes never left the Peekabu's, and he could see the change in attitude. Her eyes went from shining bright with excitement and hope to suddenly looking weepy and weak. 'I'll have to beat that out of her. I don't need something in my harem that's easily distracted,' Jemal released the occupant of the third new pokéball. When he released her the first thing he felt was a sudden breeze. The second thing that he noticed was that she was one of the few beings present that was actually clothed. Wispy brunette hair fell down just past her shoulders, blown about by the slight breeze. The next thing he noticed was that the high-heeled boots she was wearing didn't seem to serve no purpose other than accenting her already incredibly long legs. Her figure was much more balanced than the Peekabu's, bringing her more on par with the Dildorina figure speaking. Her breasts were bound by a tight tube-top with a small jacket that strained to button up just beneath her breasts. Her skirt, or what could be counted as one, was short enough that Jemal believed he could see the panties she was wearing.
The Airmaiden flipped her hair, trying to draw her new Master's attention to herself. She didn't think it was that hard. The competition wasn't all that great, to many plant types she could easily take care of. The only exceptions to that were the new addition, like herself, the Peekabu and the two Spell-casters in the harem when she joined. Other than that it didn't seem like anyone of them could beat her in terms of looks. Like the Dildorina, her skin showed that while she was originally from blood, the pokégirl she was bred from wasn't. “Master Jemal,” she bowed. But instead of lowering her head to the ground, her feet rose up as she bent forward, keeping her head level with Jemal's.
Jemal nodded, acknowledging the Airmaiden. Even if she faked it now, she'll soon have a proper respect for him. With the three of them out that left only the Firemaiden to be accounted for. He released the last remaining member of his harem he'd yet to meet. The Firemaiden was spectacular. Much in the same way that the Airmaiden created a small gust of wind as she materialized, the Firemaiden's heat could be felt emanating off of her.
The Firemaiden grinned as she got a look at the man standing before her. She could tell right away that he was special. Not just because of the Charmer gift that she was sure he possessed, but something else that was deeper. “Oh, he's a hot one alright.” She couldn't resist making the pun. She' been warned, like all the others, of the fiery curse that he had. One that she could take care of.
Jemal grinned as he saw the Firemaiden. She was the girl he was getting most anxious to see. “You are fulfilling the role my previous Growlie had. And while she is no longer with me, she left some impressive feats to match.” Jemal looked around at the four new additions. He was sure they were told several of his rules by the remaining members of his harem, but it was time for them to hear his rules from the source. “As of this moment, any previous loyalties you had to any other Master ends here. The Gods can't save nor damn you. I do. If you have thoughts of rebelling against me, then be warned; I will loose no sleep over grinding you down into Pokéchow myself.” The sentence caused everyone of the new additions to suddenly grow serious. “If you value your lives, that is fine. However, your lives mean nothing to me other than a means to keep my own self alive. Is that understood?” Jemal breathed in deeply as each one of them, in unison, stated 'Yes Master.'
Jemal grinned as he walked back towards the door. One of his friends had lent him the use of one of his pokégirls. He held the door open as she walked in, arousing the curiosity of everyone in the room. “And just for some insurance, I have a gift for all of you.” Jemal placed his hand in the hands of the naked Tats, barely wincing as she began marking the back of his hand. When she was done he held up his fist for his harem to see. The design was simple, a 'J' encased in an 'O'. “You're each receiving one of these, and never again will you be able to harm me.” Jemal had the skinned members of his harem go first, minus Aisha. Jemal had to shave a patch of fur off of the Peekabu's neck to allow her to get the tattoo where everyone else was marked.
When she was nearly done Jemal had his harem stand side by side, to inspect the Tat's work. He stopped when he saw that the back of the High Elf's neck was unmarked. “Did I say you were exempt?” Jemal backhanded her, causing Aisha to stumble forward towards the Tats. “I said everyone. And make no mistake. You. Belong. To. ME.”
Aisha sat down in between the Tat's legs, exposing the back of her neck for her to work on. Praying that her hair was keeping her eyes and face covered, Aisha cried. Not from the pain of being slapped around. Not from the pain of a needle branding her to a single person. But from the joy of finally being claimed as someone's.
Jemal stopped behind the Airmaiden. Reaching around he pulled roughly at her clothing, yanking her tube top down beneath her breasts. With his left hand he pinched the end of her left nipple as hard as he could while the fingers of his right hand violated the depths between her legs. Inhaling the whimpering girl's scent Jemal couldn't resist smiling. He leaned down, bringing his lips a hair's breath from her right ear. “I am going to enjoy raping all of you, and you'll soon learn to love it.”
~Karachi: May 15th~
Jemal stood up beside his bed, stretching before reaching over and grabbing the pack of cigarettes off of the nightstand. He took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke into the face of the pokégirl sleeping in his bed. “Cut Shaila down. We're leaving today at oh-nine hundred.”
Aisha coughed a bit as she inhaled the smoke. Like their pre-evolutionary forms, the Elf, High Elves were sensitive to the pollutions that plagued most cities. And a lung full of second-hand smoke into your sleeping face would cause anyone to wake up if they were sensitive enough. “Yes M'ster....” Aisha grumbled. Pulling herself up she looked down at the foot of the bed. The Airmaiden was getting punished along with the Peekabu last night for disobeying orders. The Airmaiden probably had it the worst. She was bent over forwards, her arms tied behind her back keeping her suspended off of the floor. The Peekabu was tied to her, their breasts pressing against each other's. Aisha carefully pulled the various vibrators and dildos out of the two pokégirls. 'A healing cycle should be able to get them tight again,' Aisha thought as an aura appeared in her hand. Slowly the ropes binding them began to unwind themselves.
Jemal didn't waist any time preparing for the next assignment. There wasn't any reason that the students should be forced to do mundane tasks such as the missions they had been getting. The most exciting of all the mission given to them turned out to be a dud, and ever since then it was all clearing out ferals. Jemal was sure that if the ferals were actually worth anything he probably wouldn't mind as much. There was movement out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that it was just Aisha, Jemal gave her a quick list of what he wanted for breakfast.
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Jemal's migraine wasn't subsiding. The start of the mission had gone as all the previous ones. A quick debriefing of the mission, including the coordinates, and the estimated completion time. Jemal was thinking about the completion time. If it overlapped the deadline for the paper he had in Magical Physics, then he'd be forced to turn it in as soon as he returned. There wasn't any way he was going to be able to complete the paper if the mission took longer than the traveling time. Glancing around he saw that somewhere along the lines both Durson and Fahri had moved onto the backs of their own Ponytuars. The pair of Equine Pokégirls were obviously sisters, they were practically identical. He placed a hand on the small pouch on his waist. He could feel the stones inside of the bag jostling around. Feeling the largest one he suddenly had an idea of how to make the mission go buy that much faster.
~200km NE of Muridyke: May 17th~
Jemal took a deep breath. The air was heavy with ions and wet grass, as it is after every thunderstorm. The Monsoon Season was fast approaching, and pretty soon it'd be a hassle to do anything. Already his Firemaiden was growing much more unpleasant to be around because of the inevitable rains. “Aisha. Take these and pass them to my Harem.” Jemal handed a small bundle of boxes to his Alpha.
Aisha took the packages and followed orders. Jemal's harem was spread pretty thin, even with the additional harems of the rest of the squad out and about. The assignment was to help a small community of farmers get the land ready. They somehow had enough pokégirls to run the farms they were trying to set up, but not one of them had any sort of pokégirl that would work for clearing out the land, other than the Minotaura. Aisha quickly found the harem working to clear out the trees that were standing in the way of the fields. Whistling she had to gather everyone up one or two at a time. “These are from Master Jemal.”
The Peekabu excitedly waited as Aisha started opening the package. Ever since she became part of the harem it felt like Jemal didn't really like her. He was rude, abusive, and an all around asshole while still being supportive. She caught the black fabric that was thrown at her. Holding it up she was able to see that it was a thin bodysuit. She was opening her mouth to speak when the Firemaiden beat her to it.
“These don't seem like the kind of thing Jemal's into.” The Firmaiden examined the cloth. There didn't seem to be any way to get the material on. She looked between the other members of the harem. Only the Witch seemed to be more interested in the material besides Aisha.
Aisha put the note down that came with the bodysuits. “You put them on like this,” Aisha held the material up to her now nude body and found the small zipper a the collar. The suit seemed practically split in half. For a brief moment it looked as if a Parasyte had attaching itself to her skin. Her heart beat furiously as she reached behind her for the zipper that was resting just above her ass. Getting the zipper closed was a hastle, especially since she had to be careful not to get anything caught in the zipper. She had to admit, that despite the snugness, it fit well. It felt like a second skin stretching over most of her body.
The Airmiden was impressed. The suit looked like it didn't hinder any of the High Elf's movements. And despite some of the leggings being able to be seen from underneath the summoned clothing, it didn't look half bad. Since her clothing wasn't summoned, but actual fabric, it meant that she had to physically undress herself before trying out the suit. She didn't know how to describe the feel, other than a tight second skin. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it wasn't restricting any movements. “So Jemal got these just for us? I'm surprised he cares about us at all.” There wasn't anyone saying anything, which didn't bode well. Taking a deep breath she turned around to see Jemal walking up behind her.
“It's complicated,” Jemal could see that everyone was now wearing the bodysuits that Tech had sent him. There wasn't to much that seemed to be done with the levy to improve it. But Jemal did have one idea. “Witch, come here.” Jemal could see it in the girl's eyes that she thought she'd done something wrong. “From now on, you're name is Gina.” Jemal took the hand he had in his pocket and and touched the girl on the forehead. The stone hidden in his palm cane into contact with the Witch's skin. For a moment there was a slight pause from everyone around them, and then the Witch's evolution began to take place.
The Witch suddenly got a case of vertigo. She was barely able to make out the stone looking item in Jemal's hands just before she felt it on her head. She was still looking up as she evolved, which now left her looking at the sky rather than up at Jemal. Slowly she brought her head down until she was almost looking Jemal in the eyes. She took a step back to admire what she could see of her own body.
The Airmaiden whistled softly. The little Witch had grown big in the span of seconds. Gone was the little girl looking body, now replaced with a much more sturdy looking frame. While not on par with Jemal, the newly evolved Witch was now much taller and her muscles were much more defined. The biggest change was her hair. For some reason, the once straight black hair the Witch had had was now hanging down in dreads.
“An Earth Elementalist?” Gina liked the new height that came with the evolution. While she wasn't sure exactly how she knew, she could tell that she was evolved with a Diamond Stone. Then again it was probably due to the fact that the Diamond Stone that Jemal owned was the only stone that would evolve her and give her the connection she now felt with the earth.
“Correct. We will help the rest with the fields once we finish the levy here.” Jemal could tell that Gina was happy to finally look closer to her age. She nodded before turning back to the river. She felt empowered now more than ever. Looking up and down the bank she stretched her arms out on both sides. She could feel the magical power flowing through her and the earth. Taking a deep breath the ground began to quake. Turning her palms upwards she lifted her hands, the earth along the riverbank rising up as she did so.
“Where did you get the extra soil?” Jemal asked as he looked at the rest of the newly formed levy.
“I pulled it up from the bottom of the river. I thought that if I made the river deeper while making the wall higher, I'd be able to prevent more water water from flooding.” Gina licked her lips nervously. She sighed quickly in relief when Jemal simply nodded his head in approval.
The sound of an explosion from the settlement brought the entire harem and their Master to attention.
Jemal jerked his head around to the Airmaiden, “Recon!”
The Airmaiden took off with a blast of air. Rising upwards she was able to see that the collection of hastily thrown together huts were looked like they were being attacked. While she couldn't see what was attacking them, it was safe to say that the rest of the squad and their harems were handling it fairly well. She dove down, stopping just above Jemal's head to report back what she'd seen.
“We'll return now.” Jemal released the last two remaining members of the harem he'd kept for protection. Shaila and the new Elf. While she was in her pokéball as well, the Dildorina had no place where a battle may ensue. The Airmaiden, as ordered, brought Jemal up to the safety of the air. “Move out.”
Jemal gave the orders as they traveled. Aisha had actually managed to surprise him by casting a flight spell on many of the harem members. As they arrived over the huts Jemal barely made out what he was looking at. Everywhere he looked he could see large holes in the ground. The squad was running this way and that in after them. Sink holes were appearing beneath the feet of human and pokégirls alike, and the targets were barely able to get away.
Jemal had the the best of them. Thanks to the Airmaiden he wasn't forced to land. “What's happening?”
Hatti cursed as he was forced to recall and release Winifred once more. “Gusanas! From what we can tell there's at least three,” Hatti never took his eyes off of his harem. Of all the Pokégirl Types in the pokédex, the Ground ones were probably the most difficult to handle. How do you beat something that can hide itself at your very feet?
Jemal could see the profits already. “Aisha! Can you penetrate the ground?”
Aisha thought about it for barely a second. “Of course,” her bow was summoned into her outstretched hand. Drawing the string back an arrow with a drill's head was summoned, already notched and ready to fire. She waited for the next sink-hole to appear, and it wasn't a long wait. The arrow hissed as it was fired. She could see the arrow hit the ground. Instead of lodging itself in the ground as usual, the arrow drilled it's way down. She waited for a split second, but nothing happened. 'I missed,' she quickly drew the bow again, another arrow notching itself as it phased into existence.
The Firemaiden wasn't about to get shown up. She dived at the ground, stopping just above one of the holes. “This better work,” she took a deep breath. Fire erupted from her hands to the ground, funneling into the hole. From the side one of the nearest holes erupted in flames like a geyser.
Jemal didn't know if the Firemaiden was going to be of any use. Deciding quickly that she'd be more of a hindrance than a help Jemal recalled her, along with the Peekabu and Shaila. The Elf was the only girl in his harem that would prove useful in the fight. Releasing his second Elf-Type Jemal didn’t' have to worry about what was going to happen with her. “Gina! How many hostiles?”
Gina could feel massive bodies writhing below the ground. “There's three!” calling out she erased all of her presence from the earth, as well as the others. “DON'T MOVE!” Shouting the command she eventually got everyone to either recall their pokégirls. She could tell that everyone was staring at her, wanting to know what was happening. “Please, place Master Jemal on the ground. It'll be safe enough and I need your full attention.”
The Airmaiden looked over to Jemal. She could tell that he was thinking about it. It was almost a full minute before he nodded his head. Slowly she lowered him to the ground, careful not to just drop him off. She could see that, as asked, one by one the people were releasing their harems one by one once again, however this time it was only those that were going to be useful against their ground assailants. There were several Elves and a few other assortment of Plant-Typed pokégirls, and even the odd Water-Type here and there.
Gina could still feel the pokégirls below the earth. They seemed to be moving this way and that, looking for the people up on the ground. Stretching out her hand she caused a small rumbling off to her left, just in front of the girl. She was able to trick the feral into going for the trap. Casting the spell, Gina caused the ground to harden, pushing the feral closer and closer to the top. It wasn't to difficult. While the rest of the 'girls used their long range attacks, Gina was busy gathering her strength back for the second one. She didn't spring the second trap until the first was caught, and the same with the third.
In all the attack lasted barely over an hour. Two Gusanitas were following a larger and stronger Gusana. Jemal used the improved launcher from Tech to capture the ferals, and since they really had no business being in his harem, he turned around and sold them to the farmers, convincing them that they would be helpful for future plowing and even defense against future feral attacks. He smugly placed the thick wad of credits into his pocket. Because of their involvement, Jemal wasn't able to get away with selling them for full price.
Notes:
Jemal Okara – ID # MP-39704 JL-6274
Active Harem:
Aisha – High Elf
Shaila – Gloomy
Gina – Earth Elementalist
Unnamed – Firemaiden
Unnamed – Airmaiden
Unnamed – Elf
Unnamed – Peekabu
Unnamed – Dildorina
Active Harem:
Aisha – High Elf
Shaila – Gloomy
Gina – Earth Elementalist
Unnamed – Firemaiden
Unnamed – Airmaiden
Unnamed – Elf
Unnamed – Peekabu
Unnamed – Dildorina
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