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Pokegirls Unlimited
By Platinum Otter
Chapter 4 - Bunny Girls Are Easy
When I woke up morning sun was streaming in through the mouth of the den and I was ravenous, dehydrated, and so sore I could barely move. I tried to work my way out from between the girls without waking them, but let's be real. We were sleeping in a hammock and it was just not going to happen. As I shifted around an arm reached up from my right and drew me down to the very human looking spider woman for a kiss. Her lips were incredibly soft and she took her time. By the time she released me I'd half forgotten what I was getting up for.
"Do you have a name?" I asked as I smiled at her.
"Wolf Spider?" she queried.
I face-palmed as I realized I had another feral-born on my hands. Still, an embarrassment of riches... I thought as my eyes roved over her for the first time without adrenalin from battle or drug fueled lust clouding my vision. She was beautiful. Her skin was a flawless cream color while her breasts were a delightfully perky D if I had to guess. The lines of her face were pleasant to the eye with high cheek bones and her hair was a mix of reds that shone and shifted like the sea when she moved her head. Her eyes were a clear deep emerald and shone with intelligence even if she didn't know language. I thought she'd be around five feet tall when standing.
Then what she said registered and I did a double-take. Wolf Spiders were an evolved form of Tarantella, but they didn't have a stinger which meant she was a Tarantella when we fought her last night. I must have been one hell of a lover while I was on her poison because the evolution is based on a powerful orgasm or series of orgasms as I recalled. It occurred to me that it was strange that I could remember her entry so precisely amongst all the other Pokedex entries I'd read.
Then that pesky thirst and hunger made another grab for my attention. I eased off the hammock and gulped down a granola bar followed by some water. The emergency food wasn't going to last long, especially since I was going to share it out amongst the three of us. There were only a handful of granola bars and power bars left and a few sticks of slightly suspect beef jerky, the suspect part being that I hadn't added them to the kit. I was guessing my dad had but I had no idea when. Food was quickly going to become a priority.
I offered a granola bar sans wrapper and a paper cup of water to the Wolf Spider and the same to Friday. Both sniffed at the strange food but eventually ate it.
As I looked around the cave I saw the remains of several pokegirls, mostly animal and bug breeds, so I decided to sift the place for anything useful. I was hoping for some tamer remains and maybe a Pokedex with satellite uplink capability but no such luck. I did find a small pair of eva with collars and a brief search turned up pokeballs lying nearby. Alas, on closer inspection they turned out to be pokekit balls, completely unusable on my girls and most other ferals we'd run across. I tucked them in my bag nonetheless after confirming they still held a charge.
If I had to wager I'd say someone handed those eva their balls and left them in the forest to die, but who knows. Maybe they ran away from some cruel master. This was that kind of world. God, my thoughts were maudlin that morning. I can't imagine why after sorting through the remains of potentially sentient beings.
I still had a bit of a headache from the previous day although the double vision seemed to have cleared up. I had a flash from yesterday's fuckfest of myself going down on the spider girl and how sweet her juices tasted. I then flashed to the Wolf Spider's entry in the Pokedex and realized one of her natural techniques was Honey. Maybe I wouldn't need to use aspirin after all... I thought as I headed toward the hammock for a second breakfast.
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A while later I found myself away from the nest setting snares for rabbits, another thing I never thought I'd use from Boy Scouts. I was trying to think of a good name for the Wolf Spider. I kept circling back to Charolette. It was a lovely name and she was beautiful enough to deserve it, but I could only imagine how many Arachnae were probably named after the character from the book. I had almost convinced myself to use it anyway when the perfect variant occurred to me. I finished up the trap I was working on and turned to the Wolf Spider who was watching over me as I worked.
"Your name will be Scarlet," I said. It was hard to judge, but I think she liked it. At least she seemed to smile at me when I spoke. I was just starting to teach Scarlet and Friday basic words. We'd spent several hours that morning going over the names of things after my sweet treat had cleared away my lingering headache. I made sure Friday got in on the act too in case her hip needed any help and then couldn't resist turning her into the filling of a cock and pussy sandwich as I moved around to enter her from behind.
Some concepts they picked up easy like "rock" and "tree". "Water" wasn't too bad either, but they had trouble with "food". I tried to explain the snares to catch rabbits with pantomime but I guess the concept was just too complex without more vocabulary. Friday ran off in the middle of my explanation and had been gone for a little while.
I was debating going out to search for her when she came trundling back, but she wasn't alone. She was carrying yet another naked girl slung in her arms like a sack of potatoes but with her teeth firmly gripping the back of the poor girl's neck. I quickly moved forward to help them but Friday unceremoniously dumped the girl at my feet.
"FOOD!" she proudly declared with her tongue lolling out. That was when I noticed the fluffy white ears hidden by the girl's long blonde hair. She was a Bunny Girl. I guessed Friday understood the bunny ears I made when trying to explain the traps after all.
Friday moved to take a bite out of her catch now that she had brought it back to share with her pack, but I stepped between them barring her path.
"NO!" I said firmly. "We do need eat people."
"People?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "People." I said and pointed at myself. I repeated the word as I pointed at first Scarlet, then herself, and finally at the poor Bunny Girl who was so terrified she could only lie there and quiver while she hugged herself tightly.
"Eat?" she asked.
I face-palmed again. Pulling a granola bar from my pocket I said "Eat," while putting some in my mouth. "No eat," I said while pointing at myself. I then repeated those words pointing first at Scarlet, then herself, and finally the rabbit.
She finally seemed to get my point and I gave her the rest of the granola bar as a reward. That just left the shaking Bunny Girl who was hiding her face with her hands. I looked her over as I debated what to do. She had long golden blonde hair but only on her head and her beautifully rounded double D breasts perched on a slender frame. She even had a pert heart-shaped ass. She was actually a less anamorphic specimen of her species with little body hair which argued for her not being feral-born, but if she was feral then there was likely no way to tell without awakening her. (I did and still do prefer the term awakening to taming, at least for the first session. After that it's as good a term for fucking as any.)
I'd comment on her face or eyes here but I couldn't get her to lower her hands enough for me to see them. I debated either carrying her inside or just leaving her here, but her luscious curves were putting lascivious thoughts in my head...or at least putting warm cookies in front of a fan and blowing the scent around to draw them from the dens they already had there.
I knelt down next to the girl and began massaging her breasts. They felt warm and pliant to my touch. Her nipples quickly hardened as I caressed and teased them. She finally lowered her hands when I began pinching one nipple and leaned over to suckle at the other. When I leaned back and saw her face I was pleasantly surprised. She was the spitting image of Margot Robbie. Only in a pokegirl world I tell ya.
Deciding on the spot I would keep her I scooped her up and took her inside. That day I feasted on rabbit. Then later on I checked the traps and we had rabbit and squirrel for dinner. The bunny ate a granola bar and some plants she sniffed out nearby after I checked to make sure they weren't poison ivy or something. It was mostly clover and some wild onion grass.
After she recovered from taming shock it turned out she was a domesticate as I suspected and knew English. Unfortunately that was all she knew. Even for a Bunny Girl this one was a dim bulb. She couldn't tell me where she came from, who her tamer was, or how she came to be here. She couldn't even remember her own name which suggested to me she might have been L5'd and dumped. After some thought I mentally apologized for thinking her a dim bulb. Would I do any better if someone metaphorically scooped out half my brains?
Still, it was nice to have someone to talk to, more or less, and she was VERY easy on the eyes. I decided to name her Harley and her harem sisters welcomed her with open arms...and mouths...and legs. We had a fun time that night.