Chapter 5

 

Geno kept his wings wrapped around his Nursejoy">Nursejoy, gently running his hand through her hair. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his hand still running through her short, soft pink hair, and he grinned as she snuggled closer. He smirked at Tiria, remembering the two-hour long taming session, before she had collapsed on top of him. He had picked her up, and an hour later, they lay in the bed together, his hand idly stroking her hair, letting her rest, and recover from the many orgasms he had forced her into. His tail was wrapped about her leg, and idly rubbing against her thigh, watching the pleasant expression flit across her face, as she slowly awoke. She woke slowly, and snuggled closer, before looking in his eyes, and saying, contentedly, “Nurse.”

 

She froze when she heard what she had said, and her eyes closed in annoyance, before she looked at him, and murmured, shrinking into herself, “Nurse?”

 

Geno smiled down at her, and said, “Yes, I am quiet glad that you did bond. And this will make dragging you out of here much easier when I graduate.”

 

Tiria quit trying to hide behind herself, quite an accomplishment, since Geno’s wings and arms surrounded her, and looked at him, before asking, “Joy?”

 

Geno kissed her forehead, and said, “Truly. Now, would you like to eat a meal here with me, or just stay here with me, while I eat? Because I am hungry.”

 

His stomach chose that moment to growl, and he looked at her hopefully, before continuing, “And while I would love to eat you again, my stomach wants something more solid in it.”

 

Tiria blushed at his comment, and then snuggled against him, before nodding, and rubbing her stomach as well. Geno grinned, and started to say something, but she grabbed his mouth and held it shut. Her serious expression was completely spoiled by the amusement in her eyes, but her pert, “Nursejoy">Nursejoy,” let him know that she was being serious. He grinned and shook free, and said, “Alright, a double meal for us. Let me get up and ask for a delivery, as I want to get back to my Tiria as soon as I can.”

 

Tiria slowly uncurled from Geno, blushing hard, the blush going down from her face to the tops of her breasts. He looked at her with interest, but spared her, as she was obviously deeply embarrassed by his comment. He stood up and stretched, feeling pleasantly drained, before glancing back and seeing Tiria’s admiring gaze. She blushed even harder, and looked away, as Geno turned to kneel in front of her. He kissed her, letting her express her feelings in the kiss since she could not talk, and said, “You should not be embarrassed at admiring me. I know I have you many times before, and still do now. Why don’t you just lie there and be stunning? You do that well enough without trying.”

 

Tiria looked at Geno with eyes that were wide with unclear emotions. She suddenly nodded, and lay back down, her head turning away, hiding her face. Geno kissed the nape of her neck, before standing to move to the next room. He brought out his wrist computer, and sent a call to the Mess Hall, asking for a pair of meals to be sent over to his room. He told the Milktit in charge of the kitchen what he wanted for his meal, asked for a meal for Tiria to be sent over, as well as a few taste teasers. A startled silence, before the Milktit read back his order, and said that one of the Bunnygirls would be running the food over in about a half hour. Geno thanked her, and ended the call, before she could start prying. He liked the Milktit, but she was the biggest gossip on campus, and he did not want to subject Tiria to the hostility he put up. He grinned suddenly, sitting on the couch, and realized just what he had done. He had just tamed a Nursejoy">Nursejoy away from the Academy.

 

He laughed to himself for a moment, and then stood up, returning to the room, and silently stood and watched Tiria on the bed for a moment. She lay with her back to the door, and was curled up in the fetal position, radiating contentedness. Geno watched her for a moment, admiring her supple form, before silently stalking across the room, and stroking her side, making her jump. She rolled over and started to glare at him, but stopped when he kissed her.

 

He kissed her deeply and rolled on top of her, his hands rubbing her cheeks, and murred, “Sorry. Now where were we?”

 

His hands rubbed her breasts, caressing her nipples, while his tail stroked her nest, making her coo and gasp as he again found her little pockets of pleasure hidden about her body.

 

A short time later, one of the bunnygirls from the mess hall let themselves into main room, and set the tray down on the table. She smiled as she heard Tiria crying out in pleasure from the bedroom, and moved the tray from the table to the oven, where it would stay warn until Geno and Tiria finished, leaving a note saying the meal was in the oven. She left, smiling to herself, and shut the door behind her, before heading back to the Mess Hall, where the Milktit waited for her. The Milktit said, “Well?”

 

“What?”

 

“What was Tiria doing eating with Geno?”

 

“Tiria was eating with Geno?”

 

“You just came from there!”

 

“I did?”

 

The Milktit threw up her hands in disgust, and stormed off, cursing under her breath about the stupidity of bunnygirls. Once she had left, one of the other bunnygirls looked at her, and said, “Well, what was she doing there?”

 

“When was who doing what where?”

 

The second bunnygirl gave the first an even but amused look, before saying, “You know what I mean, and we are not that stupid.”

 

The first one laughed, as more of the bunnygirls sat down at the nearby tables, trading gossip, before continuing, “Tiria has a tamer now.”

 

All conversation stopped, as the assembled bunnygirls digested that, before one of them said, “Good, Geno will take care of her.”

 

 

 

Later that day, Geno and Tiria were standing in front of the Head Mistresses and Selene, the former who was staring at the dragon blooded tamer and Nursejoy">Nursejoy with a look of shock, while the Ka-D-Bra was trying to not laugh at them, her head bowed and her shoulders shaking. Geno spared Selene a glare, which only made her loose complete control and start laughing out loud. Darla shook her head after staring at the Ka-D-Bra for a moment, and said, "Are you serious?"

 

Geno nodded, and tried to not embarrass Tiria any further, she was already blushing heavily, and said, "Yes, Head Mistress, I would like for Tiria to join my harem."

 

Darla buried her head in her hands, and said, "Oh dear gods, why NOW?"

 

Geno looked at her for a moment in shock, and said, "Is there any real reason for now not being a good time? You will still have three Nursejoys">Nursejoys manning the Pokecenter, and Tiria and I have been working together for more than a year."

 

Darla looked at him, and said, "You are truly serious, aren't you?"

 

Geno tilted his head to the side, and said, "Is my request denied? We are both in agreement that she should join me as my noncombatant. If I recall my classes correctly, that can only be done if the tamer is deemed unfit. And I would not still be here if I was unfit."

 

Darla cursed under her breath, before looking up, sighing, and pulling out a form and three pokéballs, saying, "Fine, the request for Tiria to be released to your harem is accepted. Fill this out and turn it into my secretary before you pokeball her."

 

Geno stared at Darla for a moment, before nodding, and said, "Thank you, Head Mistress."

 

The new tamer and his pokegirl left, and after waiting a moment, Darla slammed her fist against the desk, and snarled, "Why now, of all times? Now he has to take survival lessons from Stanford! And he is so against non-pure bloods I am surprised he has a harem."

 

Selene twitched an antennae in Darla's direction, and sent, [Oh, you are right, this could have been better timed. Are you sure cannot get him into someone else's care?]

 

"Not now. The conditions for professional Hunters were quite clear. All students with harems are to go with active hunters; all those without are to go with retired or inactive hunters. Damn it, Stanford is going to eat that boy alive, and his Night Nurse is going to be even worse for Tiria. And now there are no strings I can pull, because Stanford is the only Hunter with empty slots in his roster and the others have been finalized."

 

Selene turned to the door, and sent to Darla, [This is not good. I can only wonder what Gisela will think of this particular development.]

 

"Don't send that, don't even think that. I think unamused is going to cover that one's reaction to this news fairly well. Exactly like saying that Typhoona had slightly destructive tendencies."

 

Selene thought about it for a moment, and then sent, [Well, look on the bright side; at least he will probably survive this. Unlike her idea to graduate him early.]

 

Darla turned to look at her Ka-D-Bra, and said, "You fail to make me feel better about this."

 

 

 

Three days later, even though Geno did not know it, he was in full agreement with Darla about his instructor. Stanford was a right bastard, and his four girl harem was just as bad as he was. A GunValkyrie, a Gun Bunny, a Night Nurse, and a Mini Top. By the Thousand Gods, he thought, how the hell did he keep the Gun Bunny from being shot by the GunValkyrie? Maybe because she did not act all bouncy like the pokedex said that Gun Bunnies did when they met a GunValkyrie. She did not call her Bang-chan; she called her Sub-commander, marking the GunValkyrie as the Alpha, since Stanford was referred to as Commander by the entire harem. And he demanded the trainees, no, students, do the same.

 

Which was why Geno was tramping off through the wilderness, with the Mini Top behind him. He was selected to the hunting for the first time out of all six students, and he had to be quiet doing it, else the Mini Top would give him a slap to the back of the head, and emphasis the need for stealth over speed. So he was about twenty minutes away from the camp, which was two days of hiking for eight hours from the school, with everything that a student could store and carry in one backpack to the campsite. He had selected a handaxe, a small knife, a tarp, and a few other items that would be helpful in the wilds, like a compass, fifty feet of rope, and a flint and stone. Several other students had brought more things than they could carry, and had to have their pokegirls carry them, but he was going to follow Selene's advice, and not pull out Tira anywhere near Stanford or his harem, unless he had no other choice.

 

He froze before he finished putting his foot down, and carefully placed it to the side, instead of on the dead branch, and kept moving forward, his eyes half closed as he surveyed the area, so that he would be instantly alerted by any movement that was out of place. He felt the anger coming off the Mini Top behind him, but did not react to it, not wanting to get hit again. She was heavy handed, and could get away with anything she did to him, since he was the only obvious non-pure blood in the group. The bastard seemed to be selecting him for the worst jobs, and Geno silently snarled, vowing to succeed, if only to prove to him that a dragon does not fold when the universe becomes arrayed against them, they simply laugh, and overcome their obstacles.

 

He spotted a flash of brown where it should not have been, and he glanced over toward it, but it was a Pidgey, flitting behind a tree, and already out of possible attack range, if he was inclined to try and eat her. Not that he was even slightly tempted too. He returned his attention to his movements and continued forward, toward the river, ready to do a bit of fishing. He finally made it to the river after moving slowly and carefully for a half hour, at which point the Mini Top said, "That was acceptable for a substandard such as yourself, and their first attempt. But if you had a harem other than that pathetic Nursejoy">Nursejoy to feed, they would be going hungry if they had to rely on your hunting. Now let me show you the proper way to fish."

 

Smirking the Mini Top stripped off her jungle colored shirt, and tossed it to the side, before glancing at him to make sure he was not ogling her. Geno was not, but had stripped off his shirt as well, and then his shoes and socks, figuring that he would not be on the shore fishing. The Mini Top snorted at him, and waded into the river noting that the tamer followed her, and started to shiver slightly. She ignored it, noting something of interest further up the river, saying, "You will be learning to catch fish by hand today, so..."

 

She was interrupted by a sudden splash, and she snapped her head around, a snarl on her lips, but stopped when she saw Geno flipping a large trout toward the riverbank. He was slightly crouched down, with one hand barely above the water, and his eyes were half lidded, as he waited for the fish to swim by. A moment later, another fish, a bass, joined the trout on the bank, and the Mini Top said, "Well, I guess I don't need to show you how to properly fish. Since you seem to know what you are doing, you can stay here and do this, and I will head back to the camp. Try not to get lost or eaten by a feral."

 

Storming back to the riverbank, she pulled her halter top back on, and silently faded into the forest, supposedly heading back to the camp. After she had been gone for five minutes, she pulled her radio out, and informed Stanford that Geno was catching fish, and that he was exactly where he was supposed to be. Stanford replied that she was to return and observe, and report back after the 'accident'. She gave her affirmative, and silently ghosted back to the bank, and settled down to watch the upcoming fight.

 

 

 

Geno had been catching fish quickly, and had a good sized pile on the bank already, a dozen fish in the ten minutes that the Mini Top had been gone. He never looked up, and was focused completely on the fishing, so his first clue that something was wrong was when he heard splashing coming toward him from upstream. At first he thought it must be the Mini Top, but then he remembered that the camp was more downstream, so none of the camp pokegirls would approach from that direction. His head snapped up, and he had a flash of blue scales, silverish-gold eyes, and a short, well proportioned figure, before he jumped to the side, slamming his wings down as the feral lunged at him, her jaws snapping at him. The wings gave him the boost needed to clear the river and he turned toward his attacker as he landed on the river back, which had sprawled after her bite attack, mewling in pain, before she forced herself back up, her sides heaving. And the source of her pain was quite clear, deep scratches, no slashes, they were too deep to be scratches, running along the either left side of her body, from her left shoulder down to her hip.

 

The feral pushed herself up, and snarled, "Tit Titodile!"

 

Geno watched her begin to stalk towards him, and his mind raced as his hand darted for his belt, before freezing. Tiria was his only pokegirl, and she was NOT a combat breed. And while injured, the Titodile might very well just be trying to scare him off. Her movements were not very fluid, and the wound looked like it was infected, bright red and leaking pus. Her breathing was labored, and she hissed at him, trying to be intimidating, exclaiming, "Tit-o-DILE!"

 

He stared at her for a moment, his wings extending as he instinctively bridled at the challenge, the sky blue limbs extending to their full ten feet, and making the Titodile freeze in fear as the intruder to her territory suddenly grew. Terror naked in her eyes, she stood her ground, bravely facing the intruder, and hissed again, limping slowly to the riverbank. Her eyes kept flickering to the tree line around him, and he shifted his stance slightly, and suddenly felt his bare foot brush one of the fish. And then the proverbial lightbulb went off over his head, and he settled his wings back behind him and examined the Titodile closer, trying to see how healthy she was.

 

And what he saw was not encouraging. Her ribs were clearly visible, and her left arm barely moved, as if just moving the limb brought pain. And her gait and movements were not as sure as they should have been for one of the most agile pokegirls in the water. He had made a study about ferals in the nearby areas, and he knew a little bit about Titodiles. And the wounds on this one were killing her, which explained why the normally docile and shy creature had attacked him. At least, fresh water Titodiles were normally shy and docile, normally hiding from the larger humans and attacking only if the humans got to close to their hiding spots. He spotted her glance at the tree line, no, he thought, her gaze is too low, she is looking at the fish he caught. She must not be able to hunt as well as she needs to in order to survive.

 

The Titodile was standing at the edge of the riverbank, still bravely trying to defend her territory from the much larger intruder, and hissed again. Geno slowly bent over and grabbed one of the fish, and with an underhand throw tossed it so that it landed almost at the feral pokégirl’s feet.

 

 

 

In the nearby forest, the Mini Top's jaw dropped, as the subhuman tossed the feral a fish. That was not how this was supposed to go, she thought, silently drawing a throwing knife, but stopping herself. An accidental death, her orders had been, and a knife to the back was not an accident.

 

 

 

The Titodile darted backwards as the fish landed in front of her, and stared at it in shock for a moment, before moving forward slowly, her eyes on Geno the whole time, and snatched it up, before backing away again, and swallowing the still living bass, barely pausing to chew it up. Geno watched her quickly swallow the fish, and sat down, before reaching for another nearby fish, a perch, and tossed it a bit closer to him than the last one had landed. The Titodile slowly moved forward, her hunger driving her to take chances that she normally never would have, and soon she had the perch in her good hand, and had backed up to the river, not going into it this time to eat her unexpected prize.

 

Geno watched her take her time to actually chew this one, and watched her swallow this fish with a bit more dignity than the first one. He grabbed a third fish, and tossed it forward, this time halfway between himself and the riverbank, ever closer to him, forcing the Titodile to get closer to him. As the Titodile again moved forward watching the immobile tamer cautiously, her hunger still driving her, Geno idly wondered if anyone had ever tried to capture a pokegirl this way before, as the Titodile snatched the fish and backed away, this time not going to the waters edge to begin eating her fish. Geno tossed another fish, moving slowly, while the Titodile was still eating, and this time it was barely in front of him.

 

The Titodile finished eating the third fish, and stared at the fourth fish, and then at Geno, her memory of her hunger fighting against her fear of the larger 'predator', as well as the need to protect her territory fighting against the pain of her wound. Her hunger, greatly diminished but still present, decided her, and she moved forward, moving slower than ever, her eyes on the unmoving half dragon tamer, who carefully did not meet hr eyes. The entire process so far had taken nearly fifteen minutes, and Geno could feel himself sweating from sheer nerves. The Titodile FINALLY got close enough to take the fish, and began to eat the fourth one even slower than the others, while Geno carefully released Tiria's pokeball from his belt, and released her behind him. As the Titodile looked up, her stomach full for the first time in at least a week, he said, "Tiria, hypnosis on the Titodile."

 

Tiria had barely finished being converted into a solid state when he gave his order, but she quickly complied, and the Titodile looked up at the pokegirl that had appeared beside the human in soft surprise, meeting her eyes, and falling over with the half eaten fish in her hands. Tiria started to move forward to check her, but a pokeball whizzed past her, and hit the Titodile on her bad hip, as she had fallen onto her good side. She whimpered as the ball hit, but was sucked into the pokeball, which hit the ground, and the pokeball barely even twitched as the Titodile disappeared inside it. It did not move, but after a second sounded the successful capture tone, and Geno burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity of the situation. No one would ever believe that he had caught a Titodile without a single offensive move from a pokegirl, and using fish as well.

 

He laughed for a moment, before standing up and giving Tiria a hug, and said, "You preformed magnificently."

 

She looked at Geno, and then at the pokeball with the Titodile, and asked, "While I am glad that I preformed well, what happened to that pokegirl? You do not have a combat breed yet, so how did she get hurt?"

 

"Another feral, I believe, and I do have a combat pokegirl now. The Titodile."

 

He released Tiria, and grabbed the pokeball, and said, "Would you mind healing her? I want those wounds treated as soon as possible, they are infected, I think."

 

Tiria sniffed, and said, "They are, and if you bothered to pay attention while you were helping me, you would know that. And I would think less of you if you did not let me treat her now."

 

Geno nodded, and released the sleeping Titodile, who mewled in pain as she appeared, resting on her left side. Tiria stepped forward and cast heal on her, as well as Esuna to clean her body of any poisons from the infected wounds, and watched in satisfaction as the wounds healed without a single scar. She stood up, and said, "Without a full pokecenter to do a true check up, all I can say is that she is malnourished, and will need plenty of food to get back into combat readiness."

 

Geno grinned as he returned the feral Titodile to her pokeball, and said, "Yes, Tiria, give me a little credit, please. Now, unless you want to either help catch fish, or clean them, you need to get back in your pokeball before the NightNurse 'happens' to wander by and decides to 'toughen' you up, by beating you into unconsciousness."

 

Tiria looked at Geno with alarm, and asked, "Has it really been that bad?"

 

"What do you think? I just happen to get left in an area with a feral pokegirl, and after being SPECIFICALLY sent here by Commander Stanford, and abandoned by his pokegirl. While it may not have been intended, I don't want to make another mistake like this again. I got exceedingly lucky just now, and this kind of luck happens once a year, at best, in my experience."

 

Tiria grimaced, and nodded, and Geno said, “As much as I would love to have company while I do some more fishing, you would be far too distracting for me, just by being as attractive as you naturally are.”

 

Tiria blushed and dimpled prettily, before Geno winked and returned her to her pokeball. He stepped into the river, and adopted the same stance from before the Titodile attacked, and said, "Ya right who am I fooling, this is probably just a test to see if I can take care of myself. ...Wonderful, now I am paranoid."

 

Turning his attention back to the river, he flipped another helpless fish up onto the bank, and shoved hateful Hunters, prejudiced peers, and ferocious ferals from his mind, focusing on catching fish for the evening meal. No sense in letting the Old Bastard get that much of an edge on him. Dear gods, he thought, flipping another fish up onto the bank, what did I do in a past life to deserve this old bastard.

 

Half an hour later, he had a good two dozen or so fish, and had tossed the smaller ones back into the river, and bundled the remaining fish up into the tarp, before sealing it and moving back to the camp, trying to move quietly as he could, no sense in getting a lecture about letting my guard down. He moved back toward the camp, and while it took him a bit longer to get back to camp, with the unwieldy weight of the fish on his back, he soon was inside the perimeter, and looked around for Commander Stanford.

 

The old bastard was not around, but the NightNurse was, along with one of the students, checking the sonic deterrents that had been set up around the camp site, and plugging holes in the perimeter with some of the spares. Geno moved to be outside the line of deterrents and grimaced as the noise made his bones hurt for a moment. Then he was past them, and dropping the tarp, and said, “Can I get someone to show me how to clean a fish?”

 

The Mini Top suddenly dropped her hand on his shoulder, and said, “Good, you know when you are being stupid.”

 

She pulled out a fine knife, long and thin, probably a throwing knife, and made several quick cuts on the fish, removing the head and most of the skin, and leaving Geno glaring at her. He said, “If I could have followed that, I am sure it would have been instructive. Can you do it again, but slower, so I can actually follow it?”

 

A dangerous gleam appeared in the Mini Top’s eyes and she said, “Are you trying to be cute?”

 

“No ma’am, but I would like to learn to do it correctly. So my harem does not starve.”

 

Geno’s bland tone met the Mini Top’s challenging one, and he suddenly felt a glare behind him. He glanced backward and saw the NightNurse watching him without any emotions, but he could not help but notice that the NightNurse had sharpened her fingernails into scalpels. He said, turning back to her, “I just want to be a credit to my teacher. After all, a bad student reflects poorly upon the teacher.”

The Mini Top stared at him for a moment, before nodding, not able to tell if he was lying, and said, “Fine, but pay attention this time. This is the last time I show you. And I will decide which ones you eat, and fix the others, so you don’t have to worry about choking a fellow student to death on a fish bone.”

 

 

 

Dinner had been served, one of the other students taking a turn at cooking, and Geno had only found seven bones in his three fish. The other students had set up their tents in the clearing, and Geno had set up a lean-to with the tarp between two levels of branches, sloped to keep from any rain water from building up. It also afforded a decent amount of privacy. Which he wanted as he lay beside Tiria, enjoying each other’s company.

 

Tiria giggled as he slid his hands along her sides, and pressed her chest against his, and groaned in pleasure as his tail stroked her already moist sex through her panties. He growled into her ear, “You going to remove those, or do I need to destroy another pair?”

 

Tiria suddenly rolled over to straddle her tamer, and said, “I want to try something. Just relax and let me try it.”

 

Geno pulled his tail from his NursJoy’s sex, and licked it clean, slowly sliding his long tongue across it, making her squirm as the pokegirl stared in desire at her master. He said, “Are you going to start, or should I?”

 

Tiria shook herself and said, “What do you have in mind?”

 

Geno grinned, and rolled over, pinning his Nursejoy">Nursejoy beneath him, and growled playfully, before stripping off his shirt, and nipping lightly at Tiria’s neck, his razor sharp fangs brushing her neck, and making her gasp. His fingers undid the buttons to her nursing outfit, and soon she was lying under him, her clothing lying on top of the pack, with her nipples hard and her breathing fast and ragged. She watched him with bright eyes, and slowly and sensuously stripped off her panties. She still wore no bra, something Geno liked, as it allowed him to begin pleasuring her immediately, instead of removing another item of clothing. And besides, she had such well defined and supported breasts, that she did not need one.

 

His tongue swirled across her breasts, the nine inch long muscle careful playing with the sensitive flesh, before dropping his tongue down further, the muscle playing across the taunt stomach muscles. A bit further down, and his tongue lapped at the nectar that stained her womanhood, making his Nursejoy">Nursejoy groan and gasp in pleasure, before writhing as his tongue slowly began to swirl into her depths, making her shudder and almost flail as her body responded to his questing tongue. He carefully and slowly moved his tongue around, exploring every fold of her swollen sex, and brushing against her cervix, before folding his tongue in half and snaking the tip of it out of her sex.

 

Tiria had wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him close to force him to bury his face in her sex, and her back was arched, her eyes open and unseeing, and her mouth worked without noise to mark its movements. She was lost in a sea of bliss, and then he wrapped the forked end of his tongue around her clit, pushing her over the edge into an orgasm, which only intensified as his tongue continued to snake through her spasming loins, and his forked tongue tip twisted around her rock hard clit. She screamed once, before she collapsed beneath her tamer, and lay beneath him, her eyes closed as she savored the feelings running through her. Geno moved up and rubbed his cock against Tiria’s nest, and nipped at her neck, making her coo in pleasure.

 

He grinned, and took his time, slowly pressing into her wet depths, and murred, “Better?”

 

“Oh, gods…”