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Chapter 8
(January 1st, 296 AS, 1130 hours)
Graduation was over, and Geno was still in a slight daze over the fact that HE had been chosen by the dragon. He had returned to his room, ignoring the other students that had tried to accost him and pick a fight with him, wanting to actually meet his two new harem members. He arrived back at his dorm room, and released all five pokegirls in the living room, and said, “Everyone, get as comfortable as you want. I formally welcome both of the new girls to the harem, and will be taking orders for dinner tonight, so order what you want, because once we get out in the wilds, we will be there for a bit.”
Pulling out a pen and pad of paper, he took down the orders, Mayuan wanting a Caesar salad, Tiria ordering a serving of trout and a small salad, and Helaine ordered a trio of salmon, with a baked potato. Turning to the Charamanda and dragon, noticed that the latter was looking at him with amusement, and the former with confusion. He scribbled down his order, before asking, “What?”
The Charamanda was the first to respond, “We get… real food?”
Geno raised an eyebrow, but said, “Yes, you eat the same quality stuff I eat. The commander eats what his troops eat, and all that stuff. Why? Did the ranch only give ‘chow?”
She nodded, and Geno said, “Well, if you have anything you have been dying to try, order it. Consider it a reward for having the good sense to end up in my harem.”
The dragon laughed, and Geno scribbled down a cheeseburger with everything on it, and a kidney-killer size soda with it. Turning to the dragon, he asked, “Alright, two questions. One, what would you like for dinner? Two, what is your type?”
Tiria looked up from an argument with Mayuan, over a printout, and said, “What, you did not scan her?”
“No, I was too busy being stunned by her presence, and it seemed rude to scan one of my harem members.”
The dragon type laughed, and said, “An interesting way of looking at it. I am a Pyrona, a dragon/fire type.”
Geno tilted his head, and flipped the pokedex open, grumbling about interesting new types springing up, and nobody bothering to inform him. He put the name in, and frowned when the ‘dex buzzed at him, claiming that there was no match in the database. Looking at the input field, he cursed and reentered the name, correctly this time, having switched the ‘a’ and ‘o’ earlier, and this time it spat out her information:
Pyrona, the Graceful Dragon Girl
Element: Dragon/Fire
Frequency: Very Rare
Diet: human normal
Role: Support, ambush
Reading through the entry, he propped it up on the table, and scribbled down the request from his Pyrona, KATTLE ribs with extra spices. Sending the order off, he sat back down, and looked at the Pyrona and Charamanda, before asking, “So, do we get to learn your names or should we just use your breed names?”
The Charamanda shifted uncomfortably, replying softly, “I always liked the name Sara.”
Geno looked at the Charamanda, and said, “Sara it is then.”
He hit a few keys on his pokédex, typing in her new name, and then looked at the Pyrona, who simply replied in that liquid crystal voice of hers, “Asheer.”
Nodding, he put her name into the pokédex as well, before sliding the pokédex away, and introducing everyone to everyone else. Once that was done, he turned to Asheer, as Helaine crawled up into his lap, and snuggled against him, and said, “Alright, so you know a bit about me already, but would you mind telling me about yourself? I am considering placing you as alpha, and if you have enough combat experience you are going to get the job if you want it.”
Asheer looked at Geno for a moment, before saying. “My last tamer obtained me in a salvage battle against my first tamer. I was with him for only a month or so, before he was caught in the sting on the Ridley Ranch. The ranch was being used as a front to get rare pokégirls for a criminal syndicate, and my last tamer was one of their ‘scouts’, who would go out and collect rare types such as myself for them. I never bonded with him, as I wanted to be returned to my first tamer, and he only tamed me often enough to keep me from going feral.
During the sting, he made the mistake of releasing me, and attempting to use me against the Hunters and Officer Jennies, but I instead turned on him, and then went on to help them with gathering the rest of the operatives. I was given the choice of being given to a pure blood, an honor or so I was told, a ranch, or coming to the Academy where I would be able to select my tamer from the best students here. Naturally, I chose the option that gave me a choice in my tamer. Of course, I never expected to find someone so… matched to me.”
The look she gave him promised of interesting times ahead, but suddenly dark skinned arms went about his shoulder, and his Drow Zee leaned down to rub her face against his, as if afraid he might forget about the girls already in his harem. He rubbed her cheek, and purred to Mayuan, “Don’t worry, I am not going to forget about you, any of you.”
Turning his attention back to Asheer, he asked, “What about education? How much did you get?”
Asheer considered the question for a moment, before saying, “I am literate, and can do fairly complex math. I am also versed in some survival and first aid methods.”
Geno nodded his eyes half closed, before asking, “So, do you want to be the alpha? If so, I retain the right to chose the alpha, and it will not be decided by who ever happens to beat her. You will get most of the alpha duties, but if I find you failing at them, then you will be replaced as soon as I find someone more appropriate for the position.”
Asheer smiled, “I think I can handle that, as I was the alpha for my first tamer, until that salvage battle.”
Geno nodded, and said, “Alpha position is yours.”
Turning to Sara, he asked, “So, what about…”
A knock on the door interrupted him, and Tiria, who was closest to the door, answered it, letting the two bunnygirls in with the trays. Directing them to the table, they set the trays down, and left the room. Standing up, Geno said, “Well, we can finish this conversation over the meal. Shall we?”
Turning to Sara, he wiggled free of Mayuan and Helaine, and asked, “As I was about to ask, what is your story?”
Sara looked at Geno, confused, before saying, “My… story?”
Geno sighed, and said, “A figure of speech. Tell me about yourself.”
Sara sat down at her plate, and Geno waited before everyone sat down, before turning his attention to the Charamanda. Helaine removed the top from her dish, and was about to start eating when Mayuan said, “Has Master Geno given you permission to start without him?”
Geno sighed, before turning to Mayuan, and said, sounding tired, as they had had this conversation about a dozen times before, “Mayuan, if they wish to start eating without me, they can. I am not going to make the harem wait while I talk with someone. Now behave.”
Mayuan sniffed, but nodded and turned to her meal, letting Geno turn back around, and ask Sara, “Now, where were we?”
Sara giggled at his gentle reprimand to Mayuan, and then ducked her head when Mayuan turned to give the Charamanda a bland look. She said, after Mayuan had turned to her meal, “I was raised on a ranch, and learned the basics about fighting, and a bit of math. However, I was told I was a natural at battling.”
Geno sighed in disappointment, not at Sara, but at the ranch policy of not teaching their pokégirls any more than they absolutely had too. He made a note to teach her as much as she would learn, and then said, “Alright, so, does anyone have any questions for me?”
Silence reigned at his question, and Geno looked about confused before asking, “What?”
Amazingly, it was not Asheer that asked the first question, but Sara. “What about you, Master? What is your… story?”
Geno stopped, and simply processed the question, for some reason caught off guard by it. He rarely thought of his past, as he had always felt that what he remembered had actually happened to someone else. He leaned back, and looked at the ceiling, lost in the paths of the past, reminiscing aloud, “I was born in 277, in the middle of February, but for some reason I can not remember a single thing before August of 285. Not what my mother looked like, my father’s voice, nothing. My first memory is of going down some stairs at my foster home, and eating breakfast with an older tamer and his Flarea. The male had the sterile bloodcurse, and as he said he never had a dragon type, I knew that I was not his. They were kind, and treated me like their own, despite having been born with my pokégene bloodgift.”
Mayuan and Asheer both smiled at that, and the former said, “Most people would see that as a curse, not a gift.”
Geno turned his gaze on her, and it would have been a glare if not for the smile on his lips and amusement in his eyes, as he replied, “Most people are boringly normal, think that treating women powerful enough to turn them into a stain is the way to a happy relationship, and that being a pure blood is the height of genetic achievement. Personally, I think all of those pure bloods are liars, quacks, fakes and are too enthralled with their own supposed superiority to see the fact that a low-life such as myself is so much better than they are, and I have much firmer friends in the pokégirls and pokéwomen they openly disrespect then they will ever have. Where was I? Oh right, foster family.
Anyway, I spent most of my formative years with them, learning anything I could about everything. I spent as little time with the other human kids as I felt I could get away with, but once Margaret, the Flarea, found out about that, she would insist on me spending more time with them, saying it would help me socialize better. I thought it gave the bullies more chances to pick on me, so I spent most of my time playing with the pokekits, who were at least fun to play with and did not pick on me for being a freak and an orphan. That lasted until I was thirteen, and had my first rage attack. I killed three of the bullies that attacked me, permanently paralyzed one of them, and nearly added a fifth to the rating, before a traveling tamer managed to distract me, and had his water pokegirl attack me with Water Gun, knocking me cold as the attack hit me in the head. After that, I was banned from the village, which suited me just fine, and spent the next three years buried in books, learning about pokegirls. When I turned sixteen, I enrolled into the Academy, and two months later received my acceptance of enrollment for the 293-295 Master Tamer Training Program.”
Sighing, he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, “In July of 293, I received a notification that Madison and Margaret, the tamer and his Flarea, had been killed by a rogue feral that had used either magic or psychic powers to crush their minds. After receiving the news of their deaths, I threw myself completely into my schoolwork, not caring about much of anything at that point, other than becoming a tamer and trying to find out what killed them.”
Sighing, he leaned back forward, and ran his hand through his hair, saying, “However, as it has been a year and a half since then, I doubt I will ever find out what actually happened, unless the League decides I should know.”
He took a bite of his dinner, and said, “So, anyways, that was my background, and we are not allowed to leave until the exit psyche evaluations are done. And mine is scheduled in about five days, so we get to spend it resting up, and getting to know each other.”
The rest of dinner was spent getting to know each other and Geno finished first. Letting the others finish, they all sat around the table, talking about their various pasts, Mayuan talking about her former tamer, and Tiria about her jobs in the Academy Pokécenter. As they finished, Helaine admitted to being feral born, and Geno began to gather the dishes, and carried them to the sink, where he turned on the water, which promptly got Mayuan, Asheer, and Tiria’s attention, causing all three to turn and stare at him. After a moment, Sara and Helaine realized that they had lost the three others, and turned to see what they were watching with such perplexed expressions. After a moment, Sara got the same expression on her face, but Helaine did not understand what was so off setting to her other four harem sisters, and asked, “What is so weird? Geno is just doing dishes.”
Geno looked up at the sudden question, and looked at the girls, noting their perplexed expressions, and asked, “What?”
Asheer recovered first, and asked, “You do know that most people don’t do domestic chores if they have pokégirls, correct?”
“And why do I care what other people think or do?”
This caused all the pokégirls that knew about civil customs of most humans to exchange a look and a half with each other, before Sara said, “Why do you do something that most humans would let one of us do?”
Geno gave her an amused look, opened his mouth to respond, before a sudden look of confusion crossed his face, and he looked down at the dishes, which he had cleaned to an almost sparkling sheen. All of them were set up on the air-drying rack, arranged in an almost mathematical and orderly manner. He stared at them for a long time, so long that Tiria stood up, but as she started to stand, they all heard their tamer whisper softly, “I don’t know. I don’t know why I do more than half the things I do. I don’t know why I clean up after myself, or throw myself into a fight like I can hold my weight with fourth tier evolution pokégirls, or why I even treat every pokégirl, even Psi-dykes, with respect.”
He stared down at the dishes for a moment, before shaking his head, and asking, “So, anything else that we need to discuss?”
The change of subject made clear the fact that Geno was done talking about his past for the moment. Finishing with the dishes, he did not rejoin the others at the table but instead went to the sofa, and sat down on it, staring up at the ceiling. He was so lost in his thoughts, trying to find a way around the holes in his memory that he ignored as much as possible, that he barely noticed Tiria curling up next time. He still wrapped an arm and wing about her, but was too lost in his memories, or lack therefore of, to pay attention. Watching him, Asheer could not help but notice how much like a lost child he looked like, sitting on the sofa as he tried to remember his lost past.
Geno shook his head, and said, “Well, brooding about something I can not change or even remember is not going to get anything done. So, since I have five until we can leave, anyone have any ideas on what to do until then? Other than the extremely obvious, I mean.”
The last was added as the girls all got equally sultry looks on their faces, which made the three older harem members laugh, and the two new ones simply grin even more. Sighing, he glanced at the poképack in the corner by the door, and then at his snuggling Nursejoy">Nursejoy, before deciding he could make sure that everything in the pack matched with the supply list that he had on the pokédex later. He leaned back, and almost dozed off as Mayuan joined them on the couch. He grumbled when Tiria shifted away from him a bit, but relaxed again when she came back, rubbing herself against him and softly kissing his neck, while sliding one hand under his shirt, slowly removing it. He did open his left eye when another, much warmer person joined them, and smiled at Sara, who looked a little unsure of joining them on the couch.
She glanced at both the pokégirls against him, as if for permission, which made him glance at both of them, intending to silently tell them to allow her, at least until he saw that both of them had stripped down. Feeling his body tighten at the sight of the three very attractive women against him, he said, “Tiria, Mayuan, behave, today and tomorrow is Sara and Asheer’s.”
Both the Drow Zee and Nursejoy">Nursejoy pouted, and started to protest, but Geno cut them off, saying, “If both of you want to be tamed that badly, why don’t you two go into the second bedroom, and tame each other.”
Tiria started to say something, but stopped and looked at the Drow Zee, before blushing. Mayuan grinned, and leaned over to whisper something into Tiria’s ear, making the Nursejoy">Nursejoy blush even harder. Eventually Tiria nodded, and followed Mayuan into the second bedroom. The Drow Zee shut the door rather firmly, and suddenly Tiria gasped, before cooing in pleasure behind the door. Geno watched the two very attractive women disappear into the other room, before shifting and asking Sara, “Would you like to tame now?”
The Charamanda swallowed, before rubbing herself against his chest, and purring, “Please, master.”
Grinning, he glanced at Helaine to see her lying down on the other sofa, obviously taking a nap, and Asheer waved away his gaze, flipping through his pokédex. Wondering what she was looking at, he made a mental not to ask her about it later, as he stood up and swept the tiny Charamanda into his arms. The four and a half foot tall girl squeaked in surprise as he easily hoisted her into his arms, and she reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck and her tail about his waist, before nuzzling his neck.
Geno carried her to the bedroom, and shut the door before setting her gently down on the bed. Quickly stripping down, he lay down beside Sara, and asked, “Any requests?”
Sara shyly rubbed against him, and said, “May I lead?”
Geno nodded, and returned the kiss she gave him, before she slid down, and licked his still hard member, making the half dragon tamer groan as she slid the muscle along his sensitive member. She wrapped her tongue about his penis, making him groan again, as she giggled at the sudden power she found. She slowly dragged her tongue down his length, before slowly licking his testicles. Geno watched as she slid her tongue back up his cock, and shivered in pleasure at the look in her eyes, of sheer need and lust. He gasped as Sara licked the head of his cock, and then took it in her mouth, her fingers gently stroking his balls. She giggled again around his cock as she nipped gently at it, rubbing her teeth against the sensitive member, before she began to take him, sliding his cock down her throat. Her head bobbed three times, before she released him, giving him one last lick, and then climbing up to kiss him.
Grinning up at Sara as he tasted himself on her, he wrapped his arms about his Charamanda’s waist, and said, “Can I help now?
Sara smiled down at her tamer, before impaling herself with a gasp. She swallowed as she felt her body taking his member, and moaned, “Please.”
Rolling his hips, he felt Sara shudder, and then cry out as he slid backwards. Pushing back in, she cooed in pleasure and understanding, moaning as they settled into the ancient rhythm. Soon his Charamanda was bouncing with him, and crying out in pleasure with each thrust, before she suddenly stiffened and screamed in pleasure, her loins tightening about his cock, and her orgasm ripping through her body. Geno felt his own approaching, but forced it back, still pumping his helpless Charamanda until a second orgasm sundered her, and set off his own, his semen pouring into her depths, as Sara screamed in pleasure again, before collapsing on top of him, moaning in pleasure. Geno kissed her neck, making Sara shudder and rub herself against him cooing in pleasure, as taming shock set in. She cooed again, before murring a question, not wanting to talk in her incomprehensible breed name. She rubbed her body against him, and then yipped in surprise as Geno rolled over and pinned her beneath him. He grinned at her, and purred enticingly, making Sara shiver in desire, “What, you thought a dragon would finish that quickly? I guess you will have to learn about dragons, the hard way.”
Sara groaned in pleasure as he slip back into her, moaning her species name over and over again as they resumed coupling.
Geno lay beside his exhausted and stated Charamanda, who was curled up beside him, gently rubbing herself against him as she slept. He was loath to move, as she was soft, warm, and he enjoyed lying against his harem members after such a long and enjoyable taming session. He grinned at the Charamanda, for she had lasted nearly two and a half hours before passing out, and he was rather proud of her for lasting that long. But she even more affectionate than most Charamandas were after a good taming, and had spent half an hour, just cuddling against him before she finally succumbed to her exhaustion. It was nearly two hours later, and he felt that he had cuddled with her long enough, even though he wanted to just lie there for the rest of the day. Of course, he had thought that about seven times before, but was still there…
Finally forcing himself to roll carefully out of Sara’s embrace, he stretched carefully and looked back at his sleepily complaining Charamanda. Grinning, he leaned down and gently fondled her breasts, making her moan and arch into his hands, before she suddenly moved away, and cried out, “Char… anda.”
The last obviously being a curse, Geno smiled at her, and said, “I am going to take a shower, care to join me?”
Sara considered his offer, before yawning, shaking her head, and curling up on the bed, going back to sleep. Kissing his Sara, he stretched carefully and went into the shower, taking his time and enjoying a nice soak. Finally finished with his shower, he got out and put on some pants, before heading out of the room. Waving to the others who had gathered around a game board from somewhere, he went to the fridge and grabbed himself something to eat, not really caring what it was. Sitting down at the able, he waved to Asheer, getting her attention before gesturing for her to join him. Abandoning the game with a grimace, she moved to sit beside him, chastely at first, until he wrapped a wing about her, and licked her slightly pointed ear. She cooed, ignoring the envious looks the other harem members sent her, and purred, “Yes, Master?”
Enjoying her being so close, he had to take a moment to remember what he wanted to ask her, but he eventually remembered. Resting his head against hers, he asked. “What were you doing with the pokédex earlier?
Asheer glanced at Geno, measuring him for a moment, before snuggling closer, and asking, “Is it important?”
“Might be, depending on what you were looking at.”
Asheer licked his cheek, and replied, “Only looking over your current harem, as well as an inventory, Master .”
Geno raised an eyebrow, before asking, “And?”
He kept his question vague, wanting to see how she would respond without specific instructions or requests. He wanted his pokégirls to learn how to act without him guiding their every move, and starting at the beginning was as good a spot as any other, with the added benefit of not having to refuse bad habits he had accidentally enforced. Asher considered his question for a moment, trying to divine what he wanted, before giving up, and asking, “Is their any particular answer you are looking for Master?”
Geno grinned and flippantly replied, “Yes, yours. But other than that, I want your thoughts. My harem needs to know how to think for itself, if it is going to be successful. Each girl should be able to direct herself in battle, incase we end up in a grand melee, because I will not be able to direct them. You especially will need to be able to think and lead, for if need be, you will lead a part of the harem on your own. I might be unconscious, or be directing the other half of the team.”
Looking at him with a slightly shocked expression, Asheer suddenly smiled, before saying, a bit maliciously, “You want your position to be redundant? That might not be wise. But, since you asked, your harem is badly overbalanced, but as you are just starting, that is to be expected.”
Standing up, she grabbed the pokédex, and brought it back, settling in beside her tamer, and brought up his harem. Looking over the list she said, “As of this moment, you have a normal as your non-combatant, a psychic/magic, a water, a fire, and a fire/dragon. A good water and grass tamer will be able to stomp us, as you have no grass or electric types to counter the water.
As for supplies, we have enough food to last for several weeks, but most of it is pokéchow. You should be able to exchange it for real meals at the store, and use some of the starting cash to buy real food, if you were telling the truth about you eating what we eat. We have twenty pokéballs, and a government issued comm code. Ten potions, and two Hi-potions, but since you have a Nursejoy">Nursejoy, we can save those for an emergency. A small bottle of revive pills, ten pills total, and they are the horrible, bland flavor. Or should that be lack of flavor?
Anyway, as being in the top ten students, you also got a T2 Case, which is a steal. Of course, there are no T2s in it. The poképack comes with an adaptor, but as we lack an electric type, it might as well have been used to get the debt for your tuition higher."
Geno nodded, and then asked, "And your thoughts on the harem?"
Asheer looked at the list, before saying, "According to Masaki, Helaine is probably about to evolve, after six months of light sparring, she is probably needing just a few more tamings before she evolves. It might even be the next one. Not sure about Sara, but I think she is also close to evolving as well, if what she told me was correct. The harem looks good on the pokédex, but I will reserve comments until after I have seen them battling against ferals. I know I am about to evolve soon, I just need a few more wins. You are lucky, most of your girls are nearing an evolution. I am not sure about Mayuan, it depends on what she tells me later."
Geno nodded, before suddenly frowning, and asking, "Wait a minute, when did you talk to Sara? You two have been in the harem together for less than a half day."
An impudent grin, before his Pyrona replied, "When we were at the table, and while you were brooding before she wanted to get tamed."
"You don't waste time do you?
"Wouldn't that be neglecting my duties as alpha?"
Geno smirked, before leaning back, and saying, "Well, five days until I get evaluated. I would like to know why Selene can not do it for me."
Asheer, who had been licking his neck, stopped, and looked up at him, and asked, "Who is going to evaluate you?"
Geno shook his head, his irritation showing for a moment, "The Head Mistress said that since I am friends with everyone capable of performing the psychic examination, they have to bring in an impartial outsider, so I can get an accurate rating."
(January 6th, 296AS, 1215)
The dragon half tamer sat in a completely empty room, except for a table, two chairs, himself, and his examiner. And she made his skin crawl, but he would be damned if he had to name why. The examiner was a Megami-sama, supposedly one of the most powerful pokégirls in existence, but this one made him feel like a pidgy on the ground staring at a kitten perched on the branch above them. He had walked into the room, found her sitting in the room already, and had felt his hackles immediately rise upon sight.
She had simply told him to sit in the chair, and relax. He had nearly burst out laughing at her, for he knew that him relaxing was not going to happen. Once he was as relaxed as he could get, though he still jumped slightly whenever she moved, she had started the examination, simply plunging into his mind, and taking notes on a small computer in front of her. After nearly fifteen minutes of silence that was worse than torture, and the feeling of her crawling through his mind made him grip the edge of the table as hard as he could, for it felt like someone was dragging a fork roughly across the inside of his skull, at odds completely to the gentle massage that Selene left behind her probes.
She finally spoke, nearly making him jump out of his chair, "Very well, the psychic portion of the interview is done, Geno, so you may stop pretending to not jump."
Geno glared at her, but his instincts told him not to agitate her, for she would turn him inside out with barely a thought. He instead replied, as politely as he could, "My apologizes, ma'am, but for some reason you make my hackles rise. May I know your name?"
She smiled mysteriously at his admission, before cryptically responding, "Of you are wary, your weak dragon blood naturally fears my power. You may call me Gisela."
Geno's eyes flashed in anger as this... woman insulted dragons, and did not know what he wanted to do more, attack her, or leave. But he restrained his impulse to punish her for her disrespect, and simply glared at her, saying, "Then we are done?"
The Megami-sama raised an eyebrow, and said, "No, I want to ask you a few questions, and watch how you think, to get a better understanding of you. First, are you aware that there are portions of your brain that have been sealed by powerful psychics?"
Geno narrowed his eyes, his head tilting to the side slightly, as he leaned back staring at her for a moment. "No, I was aware that there were massive holes in my memory, but I did not realize that they were put there, not caused by accident or trauma."
Gisela simply nodded, her expression as serene as before, before she continued, "Now for a few situation responses. A pokékit is under attack by a feral, what is the first thing you do?"
Geno did not hesitate, but immediately said, "Order my pokégirl that is out to move to defend the kit, while releasing the rest of my harem to assist, and then moving in myself if practical."
A single raised eyebrow was her response, before she continued. "You are in a burning, collapsing building. There are three pokégirls that you can save, but you have time to save only one. They are helpless and immobile. Do you grab the lightest, the rarest, or the strongest?"
Geno considered the question in confusion for a moment, before saying, "Release my two fire type pokégirls, have them grab the two heaviest, as my pokégirls are probably stronger than me, and get everyone out."
Gisela nodded as if she expected that answer, and then said, "You just won a salvage battle against someone you detest, and can select one of the opponent tamer's pokégirls. He is abusive to one of the girls, is delta bonded to another, and has a rare, strong pokégirl as his third that he does not abuse, but does not really care about. Which do you pick?
Geno considered the problem for a solid minute, and then replied, "I take the third pokégirl, and report the abuse to the Jennies. If they are not capable of doing anything, see if I can acquire the abused pokégirl from the tamer."
Another nod, and a typed a note in the computer, and then said, "You are destined for great things, Geno Rathin. What do you think of Parity between pokégirls and humans?"
Geno nearly laughed at her when she said he was destined for great things, and actually did laugh when she mentioned Parity. He was familiar with the term, and thought it was a load of crap. "It is not going to happen, not without all humans having to redefine the 'us and them' mentality of today's society. It is a dream, and while it is a noble pursuit, it is not realist, and I think celestials are wasting their time moving for perfect harmony. Better to make for a more realistic goal before moving to something that high. You need to reach the sky before you can have the stars."
His response got a reaction, the aim of his response, and it was a marked contrast to her completely controlled demeanor from earlier. Her eyes flashed, and the temperature took a sudden drop, and he saw his breath misting up in front of him between one breath and the next. The display of temper lasted only for three heartbeats, but it was enough for him to wonder what the hell was going on. Megami-sama were psychic/magic types, so how was she dropping the temperature. He did not flinch at the sudden change, and the temperature quickly reverted back to normal.
Gisela stared at him with a closed expression, her temper back under control, before she said, "A pity about your attitude. Might I ask you a personal favor?"
Geno felt shock replace the amusement, and knew that it showed on his face. He blinked several times, before he managed to stammer, "What is the favor?"
Gisela smiled, and she seemed to soften, becoming truly beautiful, and asked, "Would you be adverse to me joining your harem? I am currently without a tamer, and while we may have different beliefs about Parity, I believe that our goals are not incompatible and that we could help each other a great deal."
Geno froze at the sudden about face the Megami seemed to do, and simply stared at her, his mind trying to process and understand exactly what he had just heard. He suddenly felt Gisela reenter his mind, and felt a thought from the part that he knew was 'not him', trying to get him to accept the idea of letting the Megami-sama join the harem, insidiously suggesting that she was beautiful, powerful, and would be of infinite use in the capturing and taming dragon types to him, especially since her magic seemed to be able to perform ice attacks. Gisela said, in a sultry voice that would have turned a completely straight pokégirl into a lesbian, or at very least a strong bisexual, "I am extremely powerful, and would be glad to serve with someone Fate has chosen to do so much for everyone, to deal with a threat that will destroy so many without your intervention. Please, help me help you."
Geno stared at her, trying to decide between his outrage at being manipulated, and the obvious prestige and utility of such a powerful and rare pokégirl. As if sensing that he hesitating, Gisela made her second and last mistake, the first being planting thoughts in his head, the second trying to force the issue, planting a harder thought, to accept her offer. The mental command was what decided him, his mind suddenly hardening and he pushed himself from the table, and said, "While I thank you for the offer, I would rather be able to make my own decisions, rather than have someone else force me onto a path of their choosing. Good day, I believe we are done."
Standing up, he left the room and the fuming Megami-sama, not noticing the rapidly dropping temperature. The Megami-sama calmly sent her Tamer Rating for Geno Rathin to the Head Mistress, and then stored the computer away in her belt pouch, which was protected against temperature changes. After all that, Gisela finally allowed her frustration to manifest, the temperature of the room plummeting, frost forming on the walls as Gisela's eyes turned sky blue. Her hands clenched, and as the temperature dropped, she slowly calmed until she stepped out of the now badly humid and still somewhat cold room, and teleported away from the Academy.
Appearing in a cavern halfway across the world, Gisela swore once, before turning to the three other Megami-samas in the room, and sending them what had occurred. One of them, a red headed Megami-sama, nearly six and a half feet tall, compared to the pale blue haired, just under six foot tall Gisela, sighed, and sent, [Damn, so he is naturally resistant to our 'suggestions'. That suggests strong exposure to even stronger psychic types in the blank area of his past.]
A tiny Megami-sama, barely four and a half feet tall, with large, DD-cup breasts, purplish-grey hair, sighed as she rubbed her temples, before sending "Gisela, I warned you that attempting to appeal to his emotions, as well as logic, would yield better results. For an Ice Princess evolution into a Megami-sama, you are sometimes not very smart."
Gisela whirled to the shorter Megami-sama, and snarled, "For a Ninjanezumi evolution, can you think with something other than your breasts and pussy? You have spent more time staring at Geno than the rest of us combined. Need I remind you all that I gave you the power to evolve into Megamis, and as such, I possess the means to unevolve you, if I feel it is needed. DO NOT QUESTION ME, LEST I LOSE MY PATIENCE!"
Gisela whirled and teleported away, leaving the three Megami-samas still in the chamber to look at each other. The till now silent Megami-sama, with green hair and slightly pointed ears, said, "Why do I feel as if she is not entirely... stable?"
The short Megami-sama shuddered, and whispered, "Because she is not ?"
The red headed Megami-sama sent, [So what do we do?]
The third, running her hand through her green hair, said, "For the moment, nothing. We watch and wait, and hope that she does not end up destroying yet another tamer."
The short Megami-sama shuddered, and the cast an illusion spell, bring up the image of Geno Rathin, before whispering, "He is cute, perhaps we should do more than simply watch? Perhaps we could place one of our own in his harem?"
The red head sent, [No, if Gisela detected it, she would react... poorly, and we can not survive her fury. Sometimes I wonder why she left the Ice Preserve. Or if she really left at all.]
(January 6th, 296AS, 1300)
Geno took a longer route than he normally did when returning to the dorms, and sent a message to Asheer, asking her to get everyone ready to move out. She would be his guard for the day, and that he would be returning after he cooled off. She returned to the message with one of her own, saying they would be ready in a half hour to leave, and asked if he was alright. He fired off a reply, saying he was alright, just irritated with his interviewer, and he would reply in more detail in person. Closing the pokédex, he sighed, before rolling his shoulders, and yawning. Hearing something crunch on the path behind him, the tamer turned, and scowled when he saw it was James Smith and Terrick Yarrick. Moving quickly, not wanting a confrontation at the moment, he stepped onto another nearby path, and moved away. Moving down the path, he moved silently but quickly, his back suddenly itching, right between the shoulder blades. Deciding that moving faster would be a good thing, he stepped off the beaten path, and moved deeper into the forest area that grew on the campus, hoping to shortcut to the dorm rooms.
He heard another noise, this time from the right, or further down the path he had taken, and stepped behind a tree. Seeing James and Yarrick talking to two other 'pure-bred' students, Geno shivered, suddenly very glad that he had gotten off the path when he had, else he would probably been in trouble about now. As he turned away, he spotted something moving in the trees above him, and cursed figuring it was a pokégirl that belonged to one of the students that did not like him. Moving away from the group, he glanced up, and spotted a flash of white moving parallel with him, not trying to stay unnoticed but easily keeping pace. He managed to get away from the group, and onto another path, and started moving quickly back to the dorms. He was almost back to the dorms when he finally got a good view of his 'follower' and nearly started to laugh out of sheer relief. It was a pure white pidgy, with absolutely no markings on her anywhere. He had never seen her on campus before, but thought that she must belong to one of the male professors that lived on campus, as they had repellants to help keep ferals from making their way onto the campus. And any student that had her would have already shown her off, for her pure white coloration was very attractive.
Stepping into the dorm, Geno went straight to the room, and found everything ready to go, and Asheer waiting for him, dressed in a shorts bra and small tight shorts, that left damn little to the imagination. He sighed in relief at getting into the room, and gave her a reassuring smile when she frowned at him, concerned about why he was acting so strange. He grabbed the poképack, and hit the send button on the messages that he had composed for the people he had seen the most on campus, Selene, Masaki, Kaito, and Dalara, before putting the wrist computer on the counter, and stepping out of the room that had been his home for two years. His poképack had all the supplies the group would need to get over to the Violet City, where he would start his pokégirl journey. He smiled to himself and Asheer as he held the door open for her, thinking about how corny and cliché that thought had been. Now to just get out of here without all the bastards finding him, he thought.
A half hour later, Geno and Asheer stood at the top of a nearby hill, looking to the northeast at the Academy, on one of the dirt roads that led to it. Geno simply stared at it until Asheer said, "Suddenly having second thoughts?"
Geno nodded, deciding that if he could not be honest with his harem, who would he be honest with, and replied, a bit of longing in his voice, "A few. It was the closest thing to a home for the past two years, and with my foster parents dead, I have no one to turn to should everything go berry shaped. But worrying about it is not going to make the situation any better."
Hiking his poképack higher onto his back, he turned and started down the road, knowing it was nearly a week’s walk to Violet City. He smiled, and said, "Keep an eye out for a good spot to stop and train up for a few days. I want everyone to have evolved if they are going to, except for Mayuan. But she has an Everstone, until we find a shop with a dark stone in stock. A Dark Elf would be more useful than a Dark Maiden. I think."
Asheer grinned, and teased, "You just want a girl that will do ANYTHING for you."
Geno grinned back, and countered, "Well, duh! I am a dragon, and I want to be able to ravage a maiden every now and then."
Asheer laughed, and then pointed at something off to the side of the road, and said, "I think I saw movement, want to go see if it is a feral? We can sell the ones you don't want to a ranch for extra cash."
"Sounds like a good idea, lets get to work, and hope to catch a grass type soon."
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