Chapter 4

 

Geno lay in bed, wishing his body would stop hurting. Masagi had beaten him to within an inch of his life, and he was definitely feeling it now. His chest was one big bruise from her punch that had thrown him from the ring, and his neck hurt from her last throw. Geno did not move, even though he was awake, carefully going through the mental exercises that would dispel the remaining vestiges of rage that lurked and gathered in his mind, trying to pull him back into the red pit of another attack.

 

He groaned after nearly ten minutes of carefully pushing his rage back, and then rolled up out of bed, and stood up. He stretched carefully before stripping off his gi, and hanging it in the closet. He grabbed a set of clothing, before stumbling into the bathroom, and setting his clothing down on the counter, before getting into the shower. He let the hot, soothing water run over his abused muscles, groaning in pleasure at the feeling of heat spreading through his body. He flipped his wings out, letting the heat spread through the extra limbs, and groaned as his muscles began to relax, the tension in them slowly releasing. Not quite an orgasmic feeling, but as he had yet to tame a pokegirl, he figured it was close enough.

 

He grinned as he suddenly thought of Tiria, and wondered if she would be willing to give him a personal checkup. He smiled at that thought, and finished his shower, before stepping out and drying off. He dressed in his usual attire, blue jeans and a black T-shirt, and shifted, trying to get his wings in their holes properly, before heading out. His wrist computer had one new message, from Masagi, apologizing for letting their fight last so long, before she realized that he had lost control. He sent one back, as he headed to the mess hall, saying that she had nothing to apologize for, and that he would like to talk to her later.

 

He sent the message, and then jogged over to the mess hall, as his stomach had declared war on his spine, and was attacking it fiercely, demanding sustenance. He grinned, and entered the mess hall, noticing that most of the students had already been seated. James’ cronies were seated near the lunch line, and all of them turned away from the door as Geno entered, but not so quickly that he could not notice that they had smiled evilly when he entered. Making his way toward the line, he could not help but notice how most of the students moved away from him as he neared, almost as if afraid that he was somehow contagious with a dangerous disease, or perhaps his skin was covered with hyper venom. He snorted as several of the old money family students openly sneered at him, to which he replied with a middle finger.

 

He was a bit busy flicking off the old money students, and did not see the foot that one of James’ friends stuck in his path. Normally his enhanced speed would have saved him, but tripping him was not the really purpose of the attempt. Even as he stumbled, another student turned and brought his completely full tray around, and then up, slamming it into Geno’s chest and face, covering him with food and juice. As the entire mess hall laughed, two of the other students stood up and slammed their feet into his shoulder blades, making Geno snarl with suppressed pain. One of them laughed, digging his foot into the socket of his wing bone, making the wing groan warningly, and said, “Look, the bastard wants to be accepted by us so much that he willingly covers himself with our cast offs, and prostrates himself before us.”

 

The others started laughing even harder, as Geno snarled, in anger, his rage resurfacing at this latest attack. One of them slammed his fist against Geno’s gut, knocking the wind from him, and cackled, saying, “Me be thinkin’ that this one need to learn to respect ‘is betters. Lets take ‘im outside and show ‘im whats we think of uppity pokefreaks.”

 

The others laughed along, as one of the bunnygirls turned to disappear into the back room, only to stop when one of the males said, “Where the hell are you going, Cumbitch? You move, and we will let our harems show you what happens to pokebitches that try to think for themselves.”

 

The bunnygirl froze, as the one that had spoken said, “You guys go teach that thing a lesson, while I will stay here and make sure no one interrupts you.”

 

The males grinned, and one said, “Well, boys, lets go show the pokefreak what happens when it thinks it is as good as a human.”

They frog marched Geno outside of the Mess Hall, and they then set him up with his back to a tree, with the two strongest holding his arms to make sure he could not escape or block. They had a touch of fighting type pokegirls in them, at least, for they were a good deal stronger than him. They had their legs straddling his, to keep him from gaining any kind of advantage. While he was trying to process this particular information, the strongest kid set himself, and unloaded a punch into his gut that felt like it started nearly a mile or so behind him. It hit Geno like a ton of bricks and would have dropped him to his knees if not for the two bullies supporting him. The same student then hit him twice in the head, once on each side, and then began to rain blows down on his body.

 

He was being careful to not break anything, so there would be no real proof of what happened. After all, it would be the word of one student against the words of several, as long as all he had were bruises. And since he just got done fighting Masagi yesterday, the bruises would not be out of place.

 

 

 

Geno knew he was in trouble after the third hit since being dragged outside. He could not properly roll with the punches, not able to move, and the rage was fast becoming all consuming. Each hit left smaller reserves of sanity to counter the rage, and his mental calls for Selene were not being acknowledged. He took another blow to the gut, and mentally screamed for help, knowing that soon he would be lost in another rage, made worse for so recently surfacing back out of another rage. Each hit threw more fuel and he mentally screamed again, feeling his mental pit about to swallow him whole.

 

[WHAT?!?!]

 

Geno nearly cried with relief as Selene finally responded to his mental screams, and mentally begged for help, while Selene listened with increasing shock. She touched his mind, pulling him back from the pit that had nearly swallowed him, and sent, [Geno, I am sorry, security is coming to help, just hold on.]

 

He thought back to her, [Just keep me from Raging, and I will be alright.]

 

He shuddered from another hit, and though it knocked the breath from him, he started shaking. The bullies paused, and the one hitting him looked around, before looking at Geno, and saying, “Whats so funny, pokefreak?”

 

Geno spit some blood to the side, and said, “You guys really are not very smart, are you?”

 

The bully shattered his nose with a solid punch to Geno’s face, making him see stars and darkness for a moment, before he grabbed Geno’s throat, and sneered, “You are the one caught right now, freak. What that say about you?”

 

“That you got lucky. But I,” he stopped to cough up some more blood, and then spit it on the human’s face, before continuing, ignoring the cronies’ look of shock, “I am curious about something.”

 

The bullies were now looking at him, anger painting their features, and the lead bully lifted him from the ground, and the two holding him released him. The others crowded around, and one of the surrounding humans said, “And what are you curious about, subhuman?”

 

“How you are going to explain this to security?”

 

“We ain’t gonna be here when they get here.”

 

A new voice sounded from behind the tallest crony, the one who had spoken last. “But we are already here.”

 

As one, the entire group, whirled, the tallest dropping Geno, who landed in a heap, but he refused to pass out, as the second Officer Jenny arrived, as well as a trio of Growlies. Tiria came running up as well, while the first office Officer Jenny said, “Well, I am most interested in hearing the explanation for the behavior I saw before I finally got your attentions.”

 

She let the startled and suddenly gutless students babble for a moment, before cutting them off with a gesture. She said, “While I am sure you have a damn good explanation, it can wait until later. Move your asses now, the Head Mistress wants to talk to the lot of you.”

 

Geno leaned against Tiria as she knelt down beside him, and the two Officer Jennies led the now much more humble students off, but Geno noticed most of them gave him hateful looks, and figured he would see more of them later. He knew that that many students could not be expelled, not simply because they were roughing up a fellow student, so he figured he would have many more days of being roughed up to come. Why did so many of the money students have to be asses, and have fighting type ancestry?

 

He sighed in relief as Tiria used heal on him, and said, “Why do I always seem to be rushing to around to patch you up? Can you not stay in one piece for longer than five minutes?”

 

Geno smiled at the Nursejoy">Nursejoy, and said, “Hey, if it lets me spend more time with you, then I am not going to have any complaints. Well, I might, but not out loud where everyone can here it.”

 

Tiria looked at Geno, surprised at the admission, her healing energies fluctuating wildly for a moment as her emotions ran rampant. She glared at him as she fought down a blush, her cheeks flaming slightly, and said, “That was not very nice to tease me about.”

 

Geno grinned at her, and started to reply, before being cut off by the Growlie, who coughed, and said, “Can I get some details, before you two start taming?”

 

Tiria blushed even harder, her healing magic fluctuating so wildly that she had to stop, and tried to stutter a response. Geno cut her off with a hasty response, “Of course, forgive me.”

 

He explained to the Growlie what had happened, how he had entered the Common Room, the insult, the trip and tray, and being dragged out of the Mess Hall, and the beating. How he had finally managed to get Selene’s attention with mental screams.

 

The Growlie looked up, and asked, “And how did she hear the mental scream? She is not bonded to you, she is bonded to the Head Mistress?”

 

Geno looked down at his hands for a moment, before answering, “She heard because I asked her to put a mental link in my head, so that I could call her if I began to rage, and could not stop it, or was in a situation where I could not escape the building fit. I have the Rage blood curse, and I have… killed people before in a fit. I asked her to put the line in my head, which bypasses any mental defenses that are present by my rage. I nearly knocked out a psychic pokegirl in the rage that killed four people. And all she did was try to grab my mind.”

 

The Growlie looked at Geno, and said, “I will need to talk to Selene to confirm the last part, but for the moment, we are done. If there are any further questions, we will contact you.”

 

She glanced at the Nursejoy">Nursejoy, who was still blushing, and said, “Carry on.”

 

Tiria made a wordless cry of protest, but Geno again cut her off, saying, “ Of course, thank you for your time.”

 

The Growlie smirked at Tiria, before turning, and walking off at a quick trot. Geno turned back to Tiria, and rocked backwards as she slapped him. It was not a hard slap, as far as slaps went, but Geno rocked back as if she had put all of her strength behind it. He stared at her, surprised, for she had never even raised her voice at some of the students, let alone actually slap one. His hand went up to her hand print on his cheek, and he looked at her in surprise. He was shocked at the tears in her eyes, and the pain that was so clear in her beautiful emerald green eyes.

 

She looked up at Geno, and tried to say something, but she could not get anything out of her mouth. Geno looked at her, and dropped his hand, wrapping his arms around the Nursejoy">Nursejoy, and looked into her eyes. He asked, ignoring his sore muscles, “You honestly thought I was teasing you?”

 

She looked up at him, and said, struggling to get free, “Why would anyone want me? I am too short, my hair is too short, and…”

 

Geno did not respond, but instead silenced her in the most convincing way he could think of. He kissed her.

 

Tiria stiffened as his lips locked with hers, and she clenched her hands for a moment, before she relaxed, slowly moving into the kiss. Geno wrapped his arms around her waist, and carefully pulled the Nursejoy">Nursejoy to him. He honestly did not know why she did not like how she looked. He rather liked her, standing at a hair more than five feet, with a solid, if somewhat smallish C-cup. Her pink hair was short, barely brushing her shoulders, and her emerald eyes. Thinking back after breaking the kiss, he nodded down at her, and said, “You never thought of why I was always helping you, did you? I did not help the others nearly as much, and mostly when I thought you were there. I wanted to spend time with you. You are not too short, or small, or even slightly unattractive.”

 

He leaned down, and said, “And if I am the only one to see that, then I am lucky, for others have done you a grave disservice, and I would love to be able to convince you that I am serious about thinking you are very attractive.”

 

Tiria looked up at Geno, looking especially soft and vulnerable, not saying anything. Geno leaned down and kissed her again, his hands drifting down, and running along her hips, making the Nursejoy">Nursejoy gasp. She pulled herself closer and moaned one word.

 

“Please…”

 

Geno nodded, and murmured, “One question. My room?”

 

Tiria started as if she did not consider that, before nodding. Geno smiled at her, and asked, offering her his arm, “If you will, my lady?”

 

Tiria blushed, and demurely took his arm. As they walked toward Geno’s room, he said, “Would you accept an apology for not offering this before? You did not seem interested, else I would have asked long before this.”

 

Tiria was blushing fiercely, and nodded to his question. He pushed open the door, entering the halls, and did not see anyone around. Good, he thought, holding the door for Tiria. She smiled as he held the door for her, and slipped inside, before letting him lead her to his room. Geno let her in first, before following and shutting the door, and stretching his still sore muscles out, and turning to the suddenly shy Nursejoy">Nursejoy. He tilted his head to the side, and flicked his wings out, before gasping in pain, dropping his left wing quickly. He grimaced in pain, but suddenly he felt Tiria’s hands on his chest, and more healing energy flowing into his battered formed.

 

He sighed in relief as she made liberal use of her healing energies, mending most of his wounds, before he suddenly pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, one more suited for a romance novel. And Tiria discovered something interesting about Geno. His tongue was long and forked, nearly ten inches long. His tongue slid around, carefully playing with hers, and exploring her mouth. She stared at him with wide eyes, before losing herself in the kiss, until something hard and leathery brushed against her back. She broke the kiss, to look behind her, and found that he had wrapped his wings around her.

 

She turned back toward him, her eyes bright, before kissing him back, her tongue slipping into his mouth. They kissed each other for a long moment, Tiria exploring his mouth with her tongue, carefully sliding the muscle across his fangs, finding them as sharp as a razor. She gasped as his hands caressed her thighs, before moving up and slipping under the hem of her nurse outfit. She gasped at the feeling of his finger tips on her bare skin, and moaned in sudden need.

Geno broke the kiss at the moan, and then swept the Nursejoy">Nursejoy off her feet, and Tiria wrapped her arms around his neck, before giggling softly, and burying her face against his neck. She kissed it, before admitting, “No one has ever swept me off my feet before.”

 

Geno growled at her playfully, grinning as she shivered at the promises contained in that simple noise. He nipped at her neck, as he carried her to his room. His tail wrapped up, and rubbed against her inner thigh, making Tiria cry out in shock and pleasure, not expecting his tail to be that limber. He grinned down at the Nursejoy">Nursejoy, and set her down on the bed, before lying down beside her, his fingers running along her near side, making her squirm in anticipation of her taming.

 

She gasped at the feeling of his fingers stroking her flesh through the outfit, and wiggled, her fingers desperately trying to free her body from the suddenly confining fabric. Geno reached over and captured Tiria’s fingers, before he began to unbutton her outfit, his mouth exploring her flesh as it was revealed. She moaned as he trialed his tongue and lips down the swell of her breasts, and discovered something interesting. He stopped undoing Tiria’s clothing, and stripped his shirt off, before leaning down, and kissing her neck. He purred, undoing a few more buttons on her and growled, “Naughty nurse, not wearing a bra.”

 

He licked her full breasts, his long tongue squeezing and flicking her nipple, before saying, “I rather like it.”

 

Tiria did not respond, to busy arching her back trying to shove her breast into his mouth, and gasping in pleasure. She pushed her hat, which had fallen onto the bed, off onto the floor, and her right hand grabbed the back of Geno’s head, holding him to her breast, while her left hand fumbled with her clothing, finally stripping herself, and she tossed her nurse outfit to the side, before wrapping her leg around his, rubbing her thigh against his. Geno pulled himself free, and stripped his remaining clothing off, before tossing it on the floor as well, and his tail snaked up, slipping between the Nursejoy">Nursejoy’s panties and her hips, and then pulling back down, the small spear tip catching the hem, and then pulling away from her body, ripping the panties from her body.

 

She froze at the sound of ripping fabric, and suddenly blushed again, realizing that all she had left on where her stockings. Her breathing was shallow and fast, her breasts bouncing enticingly on her chest, and Geno rolled over to pin her playfully beneath her. He nipped at her neck, his teeth brushing against her neck, making her moan in desire, her body rubbing against his, begging for release. She moaned, “Geno, please…”

 

He purred at her, and did not say a word to her, other than to move to grant her wish. His tongue slipped into her mouth again, his cock rubbing against her nest, spreading the delicate, wet lips apart, but cruelly holding back, enjoying the feeling of her body against his, before growling at the Nursejoy">Nursejoy, who had wrapped her legs around his waist, and was making little noises of protest, at being denied his manhood and seed.

 

He grinned as she suddenly rolled him over, at least until they rolled off the edge of the bed, to land on the clothing on the floor. H looked up at the Nursejoy">Nursejoy, who cooed in pleasure at finally pinning him beneath her, ignoring the fall. He laughed as she impaled herself, and slowly hilted herself against him. He growled at her, “You are not going to be forgiven for that little trick for a while.”

 

“But I like the floor.”

 

“I hope so.”

 

Geno rolled over and pulled his penis from her body, making her cry out in protest. HE rolled her onto her stomach, lifting her hips up, and then grinding his hips against hers, before hilting his cock into her depths. She cried out in pleasure as her moist sex swallowed his cock, and her body rocked under the force of their meeting bodies, making her tits jiggle enticingly. He made several rapid thrusts that rocked her body, Tiria crying out in pleasure, begging for rougher thrusts. He leaned down and growled, “Oh, don’t worry, my helpless little nurse. You will get what you desire before I am finished.”

 

Long, even thrusts rocked Tiria’s body, her hands pinned down to the ground by his hands. She could do nothing other than gasp and groan in pleasure, while he took her from behind, claiming her as his own. She gasped, grunted, groaned, and moaned in pleasure, begging, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

 

Geno merely growled in pleasure, and purred, “Of course not, not until you pass out in pleasure. Lets see how long that takes, shall we?”