Chapter 23

 

 

Geno heard the click of the gun, and was suddenly extremely aware of his own thoughts, as if he was watching them from outside his own head. Fear-anger-disbelief-shock-Ididntdoit-fear-shock-anger-fear-ANGER-FEAR-I am not dying here.

 

It was as if his body was moving faster than he could think, let alone decide how he was going to react to the threats around him. He was conscious of the Lupina shoving her chair backwards, the three Hunters drawing their pistols and starting to stand, of the Jenny facing him with a look of shock and disbelief. He was aware of the fact that Tiara was nearly hyperventilating, that Razia was a spring ready to go in any direction to defend him, of the panicked look on the mother’s face in the reflection on the TV as she pulled her child behind her. He wasn’t sure how he was doing it, but he felt as if he knew everything that was going on around him, even behind. He moved, the gun discharged, and something snapped as the bullet slammed into the table, nicking his ear as it missed, the gunshot deafening that ear as he rolled to the side, already counter-attacking even as his welter of emotions abruptly settled, and the Rage started.

 

 

Tiara watched her tamer go from panicking to dead calm in a breath, and then he rolled to his right, away from the Hunters as the pistol discharged. She heard herself scream as the gun went off, and the bullet hit the table, and the second shot went off, as Geno slammed the man’s arm with his chair using his tail, having wrapped around the leg and back of the chair. She watched as Razia lurched upright to defend Geno, only to fall backwards as the second shot hit her in her left breast, and she gurgled as she fell back, landing heavily, stunned from the blow. Her training kicked in as she realized that someone nearby was badly hurt, lunging out of her chair to grab her harem sister and one of the table knives, using a minor healing spell to stop the pain as she began digging the bullet out.

 

 

Master Sergeant Moore desperately drew his sidearm as Staff Sergeant Mason and Private 2^nd Class Turner moved away from him, trying to get a clear line of sight on the criminal as the bounty hunter missed. His weapon was clearing the holster as the criminal identified as Geno finished deflecting the weapon upwards with his chair, and Sergeant Moore made a note to avoid the tail as the Leopardess went down. The criminal finished his roll and then tackled the bounty hunter, his left arm suddenly sprouting a claw weapon which slid into the bounty hunter with a sickening thud, the mercenary opening his mouth to scream, but no noise came out as the claws ripped down and out, causing the bounty hunter to pass out from the pain, but he would likely survive if he got medical attention soon enough. The right arm sprouted another set of claws, and severed the bounty hunter’s bicep muscles, before easily plucking the weapon out of the suddenly useless hand.

 

His weapon was halfway level as the criminal whirled toward them, and discharged six times. He heard the other two grunt and scream in pain as they took two shots each, and he grunted and collapsed as he took two bullets, one to the shoulder holding the pistol, the other to his lower abdomen. He bounced off the table, and noted that both the other Hunters were down as well with similar wounds, though Staff Sergeant Mason had taken his shots in the hip and the side of his chest, and was coughing up blood. They were out of the fight, and he could only watch as the criminal whirled about, a barely seen blur, and level his weapon at the Jennies and the two canine PGs. In spite of himself, and despite his better judgement, he was impressed that the criminal hadn’t killed anyone yet, though the criminal’s superior speed gave him an edge the Hunters couldn’t counter. He looked around, and noted that the private was unconscious, the Technical Sergeant was focusing more on breathing than the criminal, and his personal sidearm had fallen on the other side of the table. They were truly out of the fight.

 

He looked back to the criminal as he recalled his two pokégirls, and began moving toward the kitchen. “No one moves, no one else gets hurt. Someone put pressure on that Hunter with the chest wound before he bleeds out or chokes to death.”

 

The law enforcement didn’t move, though the youngest Jenny was fingering her cuffs, and seemed to be contemplating attempting to throw her handcuffs to bind him until the older placed one hand on the younger Jenny’s wrist and shook her head slightly. “Let him go, too great a chance he will he will injure one of the civilians. We can catch him later.”

 

The criminal grinned, and backed toward the kitchen, before looking out the window on the door. “And it looks like the cavalry has arrived for you people, exit our hero, backstage.”

 

He darted through the swinging dividing doors, and they heard him exit through the back door. Even as the back door shut, the heavy weapons squad came in, several pokégirls coming in through the windows, and scanning the room before moving toward the back as Master Sergeant Moore pointed to the kitchen. “That way.”

 

He lay back, letting the attendant Supe-Bra Genius heal him after she got done with the Technical Sergeant, hoping he could get back into the fight soon.

 

 

Corporal Tucker was leaning against one of the Hunter vehicles, his assault rifle pointed in the general direction of the restaurant, his four harem members keeping an eye on the surroundings and the building as well. He hated being left behind, but someone needed to guard the vehicles in case the Team Apocalypse leader got around the task force and tried to take one. He looked over his harem, making sure they were paying attention, and snapped a reprimand at his Witch, who was staring at the alleyway to the right instead of at the building like she should have. His Lupina and Growltits were watching the building as they were supposed to, and would scan the nearby roofs even now and then like he had ordered, while his Gladiatrix alpha was standing beside him, making sure of his safety.

 

He glanced over at his Witch, and cursed as he saw she was staring at the alleyway again, before calling her over to him. “The hell Maria? You are supposed to be watching the buildings, not that damn empty alley.”

 

She flushed with embarrassment, and looked around before attempting to defend herself. “I am sorry, sir, but it feels like there is…”

 

His Lupina suddenly screamed in pain, preventing the Corporal from discovering what it was his Witch was feeling, but the blue winged humanoid jamming his claws into Chelsy’s side was a damn good suspect as to what. The suspect jammed his claws into Chelsy’s side and back several more times, before dropping the unresisting pokégirl, and sprinting toward him, even as the other harem members turned toward him, his alpha Yelinda smoothly drawing her two blades even as the creature covered the twenty feet between Chelsy and the trio in a heartbeat. Maria screamed as her haste spell was interrupted, the unnaturally fast suspect slamming both sets of claws into her belly and then tearing them across and down, spilling her guts onto the ground and causing her legs to buckle as she passed out from the pain.

 

Yelinda stepped forward as her tamer stepped back, the Corporal was no fool and knew that anyone capable of dropping two pokégirls that fast was a massive threat, even with surprise on their side. However, the Corporal wasn’t worried about being taken down, Yelinda was undefeated in close combat, and Helena was lining up a flame thrower attack even as he stepped back. He leveled the automatic rifle, and kept backing up, even as he reported the criminal’s position into his comm. He got about twenty feet away, weapon leveled, and watched his alpha attempt to engage the criminal, but he kept deflecting her blades away from him, using his claws and erratic movements to keep her from being able to land a telling blow.

 

Even as he finished recalling his two critically wounded harem members, the criminal flipped over Yelinda’s blades, using her attack to finish his flip and suddenly blurring around his alpha, as if he had been waiting for him to finish recalling the mortally wounded pokégirls. He tried to get a bead on the fast moving pokébitch, but he was moving too fast and erratically, before seeming to disappear as if he had teleported. He screamed as the blades tore open his left leg, hamstringing him, and then stabbing him in the right shoulder before twisting and tearing the claw weapon loose. The Hunter Corporal tried to hold onto his weapon, to stay in the fight, but he felt the criminal tear the assault rifle from his hands before kicking him toward his alpha. Yelinda dropped her weapons and caught him as Helena unleashed a flamethrower attack.

 

He dropped to the ground as his Growltits attack washed over the criminal, and thought it was over until the assault rifle was tossed aside, the weapon having caught fire and in danger of having the bullets in the magazine explode. He watched in shock and pain as the criminal dashed toward one of the vehicles, apparently unaffected by the flames that clung to his clothing. The criminal paused to slap out the fires on his shoulders and back before stepping into the vehicle, which hummed to life, indicating that someone hadn’t secured the Hunter Heavy Assault Vehicle correctly.

 

The vehicle slowly hovered up, the armor shrugging off multiple fire attacks, before taking off down the road, effortlessly gliding between the buildings as if piloted by a practiced hand. Even as the vehicle disappeared down the street, six more Hunter Heavy Assault Squad vehicles pulled up, and one Johto Council vehicle as well. An Amachamp stepped out of the Council vehicle before being followed by a Barriermaiden, and an Espea stepped out of the driver’s seat, all three of them scanning the area before the Barriermaiden allowed the passenger to step out of the armored vehicle. General Scott Smith looked around with his ever present sneer on his face, before tapping the Espea on her shoulder and pointing to the downed corporal. “Get him healed, I want to know what the hell went wrong here.”

 

 

Asheer sighed, and leaned back from the card game, before abruptly throwing her hand onto the table. “Fold. I can’t concentrate. Something…”

 

She shook her head, and stood up, ignoring the curious looks from Aliza, Sara, Lendysa, Mayuan, and Hamiri, heading toward the kitchen to get a drink. She stared at the water and cursed when she realized that the cup was overflowing, shutting off the water and setting the cup down in the sink. She ran her dry hand through her hair, before her other off with a towel as someone frantically knocked on the door. She waved for Sara to sit back down, heading toward the door, resisting the urge to snarl at the person relentlessly pounding on the door. “I am coming, I am coming. What?”

 

The last was politely asked as the Flarebra opened the door, and she felt her face fall when she saw it was only Liandra. Asheer did nod politely to the ever present Tintra, who merely gave her a concerned look, though Liandra was pushing through the door. “You haven’t heard, have you? You couldn’t have, otherwise you wouldn’t be so calm and unpacked still.”

 

“Heard what? Are you drunk again?”

She was starting to seriously get annoyed at the human, who continued to push her way into the room. Tintra was the one to finally answer her fellow draconic alpha. “It is all over the news. Rathin is wanted dead by the league for Team activities.”

 

All the present members of Geno’s harem froze, as Liandra finally got to the television and turned it on. “…current suspected leader of Team Apocalypse, despite its loud and constant cries about the superiority of purebloods. This has led for some experts on the Team’s activities to purport that he is not the absolute leader, but perhaps a captain or a lieutenant of the Team. He was last seen in the Isley Diner on Herald Street, after engaging several Hunter Heavy Assault Units, and fleeing in a stolen Hunter Vehicle. Authorities…”

 

The picture in the corner was one from when Geno had helped storm the bank during the Team Apocalypse robbery in Violet City. It was quiet for a moment, before Asheer sighed in disgust. “I swear to the Thousand, he leaves my sight for a minute, and trouble starts. I think he does it on purpose. Alright sisters, get the area cleaned up and get ready to go rescue him.”

 

The harem jumped up, abandoning the card game as they began to quickly toss everything into the two poképacks. Asheer turned to Liandra, and nodded to her, a bit stiffly. “Thanks for the heads up. You should get ready to go as well.”

 

“We are already ready to go. When he gets back, we are ready to run with Master Rathin.”

 

Asheer gave her a glare at how the human female slavishly followed the Flarebra’s tamer, and was halfway turned back to the room, before she realized what Liandra had said, and the shocked look on Tintra’s face. She turned back, her face bland as she looked at the human. “I am sorry. What did you say? I could have sworn you just called Geno master, but surely I was hearing things.”

 

Liandra returned the bland look with an exceptionally dry one, before speaking very slowly. “I thought I had said ‘YOUR Master Rathin’, but perhaps you are hearing things, or not. And what does it matter what I call Geno? I AM sleeping with him.”

 

Asheer shrugged off the second question, it wasn’t important, and getting to Geno was. They had barely gotten completed the clean up, and Asheer was delegating teams when the door opened, and Geno slipped into the room. Everyone froze for a second time before Sara made a soft cry of relief before rushing toward him. She took him in her arms, cooing in pleasure as she buried his head between her breasts, kissing the back of his head, and most of the rest of the harem was right behind her. Asheer hung back, staring at him, wondering why he ‘felt’ strange. She shared a look with Len, before moving forward. “Master, we need to leave. Now.”

 

 

Geno pushed free of Sara’s cleavage, pausing to kiss the valley between her sizable orbs, and nodded. He started recalling harem members, until everyone but Asheer, Mayuan, and Hamiri were left out. He looked at Liandra, before recalling his alpha and Kitsune, and securing their pokéballs on his belt, and slipping his arms around Mayuan’s waist. “Teleport us.”

 

Mayuan frowned in concentration as Liandra gaped, and then dove for him. “You aren’t leaving me behind!”

 

She was nowhere near stopping them from teleporting away, even though it would mean leaving Tintra behind even if she did latch onto them. However, Mayuan and Geno didn’t vanish, though Mayuan looked a bit unsure about what happened. Tintra got over her shock, and started yelling at her mistress, as the door opened and quietly closed behind her. “Are you insane, Liandra? You would have left me behind.”

 

She would have continued, but Kaigan cut off her tirade from behind her. “They have a city-wide teleport block up. They really want you dead, Ryuu.”

 

Geno sighed, before nodding, and recalled Mayuan, pulling out Hamiri’s pokéball. “Try to keep snarky comments to yourself, and meet Hamiri, my newest harem member and a kitsune.”

 

He released her, as Kaigan started laughing. “So, finally discovered the pleasures of owning your own fox girl? I thought you preferred scales over fur, your G-spliced and Leopardess notwithstanding.”

 

He gave Kaigan a flat look as Hamiri appeared, and Kaigan whistled softly. “I like your choice, scales. I had doubted your tastes before, but now…”

 

He gave the shocked kitsune an elegant bow, his tail flicking as he straightened back up. Geno sighed as he gave his Hamiri a hug, before nodding to himself. “Alright, I guess this makes it easier. Neither of you are coming with me. Not negotiable.”

 

He groaned as both of them immediately shook their heads, rubbing his eyes before shrugging. “Fine, whatever. I tried to be reasonable. Come here, both of you. I have a plan for getting out of the city, but if either of you screw this up, I die.”

 

Both of them came closer, and he nodded, before rolling his shoulders. Kaigan suddenly blocked high right, and while it did block the back hand strike to the side of his head, the jab to his gut was only slightly deflected by the other fist. Geno wrapped his tail around Kaigan’s ankle, pulling him off balance so Geno could slug him in the face with a powerful right hook. He followed the punch with a kick to the side, blurring around his hasty guard to leaving him gasping on the floor. “Sorry about this, Kai, but this is a road I walk alone with my harem.”

 

The next hit was with the claw cases, catching Kaigan behind the ear, though lower than he would have liked, due to having to avoid another attempt from Kaigan to guard against the blow. It still did its job, knocking the fox boy unconscious, and he watched him slump to the ground. Geno sighed, and reached down, tapping one of the pokéballs on Kaigan’s belt, releasing his recognition bonded alpha. He held up his hands, and explained what had happened. “I need to run, and he was wasting time being unreasonable. This is the safest path for all of us.”

 

The Dark Kitsunelooked down at her tamer, and then up at him. “I am still waiting for you to give me a reason to not beat you unconscious as a return favor?”

 

He cursed loudly, before throwing up his hands in disgust. “I honestly DON’T have time for this. I need to go. NOW. Liandra, do I need to do the same for you?”

 

He waited a moment for her to reply, before nodding as she wisely decided to say nothing. “Stay here, work out a story about why you are together and were travelling with me.”

 

He grabbed Hamiri’s hand and pulled her along, heading toward the back exit, figuring he had wasted enough time trying to convince the others to let him do this alone, and that the Hunters might very well already have surrounded the building. He got out the back door, and looked around, before kissing Hamiri, grinning as she ground herself passionately against him. “While I would love to continue this to its logical conclusion, which includes pinning you to a wall and doing horrible, nasty, naughty things, but we need to get out of the city first. How good are you at illusions?”

 

She considered the problem as she stayed pressed against him, before returning to grazing on his neck. “Very, I specialized in them. A Kyubi can easily beat me, but against the other tricksters, I am unmatched.”

 

He nodded at her confidence, before prying himself loose. “Good. Fighting our way free of the city would be fun, but I would prefer surviving the experience. So we try trickery first, and then fighting when and if that fails. So, can you alter my appearance?”

 

She considered his question, before nodding, and then touching his face. “This would be easier if you had a cloak, but I can make it work. Concealing the extra limbs is the hardest part, and I will have to maintain contact since it is such a major illusion. At least for a Kitsune.”

 

He grinned, and pulled the wand to his poképack free, and then tapped it, before releasing the selected item. He pulled the cloak about his shoulders, grinning as it settled about him, completely concealing him from shoulder to ankle. Hamiri giggled and licked his cheek, before grimacing in mock disgust. “Eww, brown skin suits you not. And the green hair makes me want to hurl, though I will politely refrain from decorating your new face with my lunch.”

 

He shook free one hand, and grimaced at the chocolate colored skin on it. “You are right, tanned skin suits me much better. Let’s get going. I want out of this city before they try something new.”

 

 

He stared in disgust at the exit to the city, which had been shut down, allowing only one vehicle and one small group to pass after being carefully inspected by the Hunters station at the gate. Hamiri leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his arm around her waist as they watched the gate from a diner nearby. He was glad that he had decided to stop here for a snack and observe the situation, otherwise he would have been fighting the entire gate contingent when they checked his pokédex. He chewed on his lip, and froze when he felt someone staring at him, but when he turned around he saw it was only a fighting type, her armor similar to the older samurai armor, sitting with a man he assumed to be her tamer at a nearby table. He couldn’t tell where the man was looking due to the mask that covered the upper half of his face, but Geno realized that leaving now would probably be a good idea. He paid for the meal with some of his hard credits, not wanting to access his bank account since the Hunters had probably already froze it if not outright confiscating the credits in it, and were definitely monitoring it for any transactions.

 

He stood up, and slipped out of the diner, heading deeper into the city and away from the gate, toward a nearby park where they would be able to stop and rest, giving him time to think. He sat down on the bench, one arm around Hamiri again as he considered his options. He stared at the sky as his kitsune snuggled against him, getting comfortable, not realizing that she had slipped off into a doze, dispelling his illusion until he heard a semi-familiar voice behind him. “Well, Scales, I wondered where you had disappeared to after that battle at the diner. That was brilliant, by the way, truly a credit to our batch. Of course, you are going to have to die now.”

 

He snapped his head around as Hamiri woke up with a start and a look of horror, and he spotted someone standing about thirty feet behind him, wearing a Hunter uniform, and at first he thought the person was wearing an unusual and lopsided mask. It wasn’t until he realized that the person was carrying a stop sign that he knew that the mask was actually a bone growth on his face, allowing him to identify him from his slowly returning memories. “Clown, now is REALLY not a good time for this.”

 

The apparition whirled his stop sign over his head, before leveling it at him. “When is it ever a good time for us to decide who is the best? I wanted to do this earlier, but that dumbass General went and screwed the hound before I got permission to engage you, and those dumbasses in the diner went and blew my chance to deal with you then. But no one can stop me now. Time to die, Scales.”

 

Clown charged him, as fast as he was if not faster, and Geno shoved Hamiri to the side before rolling in the opposite direction as the metal sign cut the wooden bench in half. Geno flicked his wrists, releasing the claws, and then attempted to parry the horizontal slash of the sign, only to cry out in pain as his stronger brother smashed the weapon against his guard, tossing him back nearly ten feet before he landed in a crouch. He growled and shook his arms, getting feeling to return to his numb limbs, and made a mental note to not attempt to engage Clown in a battle of strength, his brother was more front line combat oriented than he was. He grinned as Hamiri used her illusions to made several copies of him, only to curse as Clown flipped backwards and smashed her into the ground with a powerful overhand chop, knocking her unconscious in one blow as she hadn’t expected him to be able to identify and attack her.

 

Rathin barely finished recalling his downed harem member, when several cars hummed to a halt nearby, a dozen hunters and the man from the diner with the Samurai stepping out of them, weapons leveling. The man with mask pulled out a megaphone, and leaned against his vehicle. “Anarch, pull back. Geno Rathin, put your hands on your head and lie down. You are being taken into protective custody.”

 

He laughed as Clown, or Anarch as he was apparently known, rushed him, flipping over the horizontal slash and grunting in pain as Clown unexpectedly reversed the stop sign’s course, swatting him without much power, but catching his side with the edge of the stop sign. “Like hell.”

 

 

He allowed himself to grin as Ia appeared beside him, and jokingly groused as she grabbed his shoulder. “About damn time, you are always late.”

 

She mentally grabbed Clown and flung him toward the four vehicles, before teleporting out with the same ease she had teleported in, completely ignoring the teleport block, leaving Clown screaming in rage and the masked man staring at the spot where he had. After a moment, the masked man handed the megaphone to the major standing beside him, as a pokégirl with a gold mask attached to her chest armor walked up behind him. “Shall I go after him, Baron?”

 

The masked man shook his head, before getting back into his vehicle. “No need, he won’t stop until he has seen this through to the end. Their records indicated that ‘giving up’ and ‘surrender’ were not words Geno understood.”

 

Both the Phawhore and the Samurai joined him in the vehicle, as one of the other Hunter’s shot Clown with a tranquilizer as he began to attack trees in his frustration at losing his prey. The Phawhore nodded to her tamer, before considering what to do next. “Did they have ideas on what he would do next?”

 

“Scales? Something unusual, he had a talent for thinking on his feet and never fought a losing battle when he could pull back, and being bold when he was expected to quietly sit in a corner and die. We will have to wait for him to make the first move. Take us back to the base.”

 

The vehicle drove off, back toward the main station, and Baron mused to himself as they rode in silence. “I think the final protocols for the batch are starting. I wonder which unit will be the last one standing?”

 

 

 

“Now, look, I am grateful for the rescue, and in fact was not expecting it. So I apologize if I offended you. I was stressed, and running on adrenaline at the moment, so I said the first thing that came to my mind.”

 

He was doing his damn best to be convincing, as Ia had him suspended above the ground, and he was concerned about the psychic pokégirl that could rip him apart with a thought. The rest of his harem glaring at him from behind her would be dealt with in a moment. I was in fact, not unamused about that. I was more unamused about the fact that it took you three days to get yourself into a level of trouble that would best be described as epic. How do you plan, if there is in fact a plan, to get out of this trouble?

“Can I get down now? No? Well, I was thinking that since the Hunter’s are in charge of anti-team operations, we could break into one of their bases, and see if they have any clues as to Team Apocalypse locations. Actually, that was the second thought. The first was that we could break in Council Member Duham’s house.”

 

The harem went from angry to shocked at his first plan, and then confused when he admitted to the idea of breaking into a Johto Council Member’s home. “Why Duham’s home, and how the hell is that going to help you?”

 

Most of the harem was in agreement with Tiria’s outburst, except for Lendysa, Ia, and Tiamet, who seemed to be waiting for him to explain before getting antsy. “Because I remember seeing Terrick Duham spending a lot of time with James Smith, and thought I recognized him during the bank robbery. I wasn’t sure at the time, but the longer I thought about it, the more certain I am that it was him backing up Smith at the bank. And if his son is in a Team, you can bet his dad not only knows something about it, but probably gave him permission to join. Since Terrick was a born follower, and wouldn’t breath without someone else’s permission.”

 

That explanation was apparently enough for Ia, who let him drop to the ground. He rubbed his wrists, and looked over the harm, visually making sure that everyone was here. Satisfied that everyone who was with him was accounted for, including Hamiri in the PPHD to get healed from the power attack that Clown had given her. He nodded to himself, before pulling out his pokédex, and disabling the network and communication functions. He wasn’t fool enough to think that would even slow down the Hunters, but he needed the map. He did, however, pull out the older pokédex, and tossed it toward Ia. “Ia, could you take out the batteries from that? I wouldn’t put it past the league to have some sort of a tracking device in the pokédexes, and I won’t trust them even after we remove the batteries.”

 

Sara shifted, before lifting up a poképack, having calmed down when she had learned that her master did, in fact, have a plan. “How about we just store it in here instead? Shouldn’t the fact that it has been converted into an energy state prevent it from being used to track us?”

 

That made him pause for a moment, before turning to look at Ia, who shrugged before handing it over to Sara. She stored the pokédex a smile, her pride at suggesting a solution to Rathin’s problem making him smile before he continued to work on the first pokédex. After about five minutes, he sighed, and then snapped the pokédex shut, and stored it with the first one. Looking at his harem, he hummed to himself, before reaching for his hip, only to stop with a half annoyed, half amused smile on his face. “Crap, can’t put memos into the pokédex now can I? Ia, could you teleport to the Violet City pokécenter, and see if you can figure out where the Council member’s home is located. Also, if we could get a Video Girl, she would be a considerable boon to allowing us to regain our computing abilities.”

 

He nodded to himself, before grabbing her arm, preventing her from teleporting. “Later, right now, we need to establish a base camp somewhere.”

 

He turned to the harem, and began issuing orders, knowing that the harem would feel better with solid orders. “Sara, Tiamat, and Aliza, supply supplements, this is likely to take a while, maybe longer than the six months of supplies for nine pokégirls can hold out. We need to supplement the rations as much as we can. Mayuan, continue working on whatever you are enchanting.”

 

He missed the relieved look Mayuan shared with Asheer and Lendysa, turning toward the others in the harem. “Razia, Lendysa, you two have camp security, so set up some way of monitoring and delaying anyone that tries to approach the campsite. Asheer, you and Sarianna have tamer guard, so get over the little problems you two have with each other. Aliza, Athena, you two will get to clear out ferals that are near the campsite. Lendysa, keep them all from running each other over, and have Hamiri help you when she gets out of the PPHD. WOAH! Not now, we are not staying here.”

 

The last was because the harem, excited at having orders, had started to scatter, and he had another location in mind. He began recalling girls, stuffing the pokéballs back on to his belt, before turning to Ia. “Can you teleport us to here?”

 

She examined the mental image he had of the valley where he had caught Sarianna, and she nodded before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his waist, as he finished picking up his poképack, the others having been grabbed by harem members as he had been recalling them. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, her eyes suddenly hungry, but he leaned down and kissed the tiny Alaka-Wham’s forehead. “Later, right now we have to move. Let us go.”

 

 

 

Geno flicked his claws out, and dropped into a combat crouch as Ia hurled a blood covered Cuntnaw away from them. The ten other ferals looked up as the feral Ia tossed screamed in rage at being denied its meal, the remains of what appeared to be a near human pokégirl with white feathered wings. Geno let his gaze wander over the remains of what appeared to have been a massacre, one human and three pokégirls, though one of the pokégirls being consumed was still trying to fight. He released Aliza and Tiamat, before tossing a pokéball at the still thrashing pokégirl, but pegged one of the Cuntnaws that had been eating her intestines. The second pokéball was on target, through the opening that the feral he had tagged opened up. The pokégirl that the ferals were feasting upon vanished into the pokéball as the first Cuntnaw broke free, shattering the pokéball into pieces as the first one that Ia had tossed climbed to her feet, screaming in fury.

 

A quick look over the ferals showed eight of them to be Cuntnaws, one a Titodile, and the last two were Feraligarters. Tiamat smashed one of the Feraligarters back with a hyperbeam, as the other one retaliated with a water spear. Aliza stepped in front of him and caught the two water gun and one water spear attacks, before lashing out with vine whip, while Ia used telekinesis to throw the Cuntnaws into each other. Realizing that the ferals would win due to simple numbers, as Aliza was knocked over by hydro pump, he quickly began releasing other harem members. Lendysa, Razia, and Sarianna were immediately released, and after directing them into the flanks of the rough feral grouping, he released Athena. He hesitated about releasing his alpha, as he pulled out the PPHD and retrieved Hamiri’s pokéball, releasing the kitsune so she could get some battle experience. Athena drew her recurved shortbow, and settled her quiver on her hip before jumping up, her four wings pounding as she struggled for height in the wet air. Hamiri made herself immediately useful by creating illusions of extra attackers, making the ferals waste attacks on the insubstantial offenders. He finally released his alpha, who took in the situation, and his lack of a body guard, before delegating herself to the role and giving him a deadpan look, which he ignored.

 

As the harem pounded the ferals, their tamer ran around the outsides, occasionally calling out attacks or redirecting a member to another target, but for the most part kept lobbing pokéballs at the downed ferals, having Ia retrieve them from the brawl rather than risk himself catching an errant attack in the back of the head. Four of the eleven were already captured and even as he watched Aliza used vine bondage on one of the Cuntnaws, making the feral squeal in pain filled pleasure before the Titodile tried to bite her. Lendysa hit the lunging Titodile with a chi blast, knocking the smaller feral senseless, allowing for an easy capture. Tiamat blurred against the Feraligarter she had used hyper beam on, and then used wing buffet, slamming the feral about before headbutting the feral, knocking it flat. Sarianna screamed in fury as the other Feraligarter caught her with a thunder tail, knocking her back and the wind from her, though she managed to land upright, fighting to regain her breath.

 

The battle was going well, and both of the Feraligarters were still out, but only two Cuntnaws were still uncaptured. He continued to circle the battle, staying a distance from the fighting. Something was chirping behind him, and he wondered what Sarianna was doing, as she was still back there, trying to regain her breath. He threw another pokéball, and the Feraligarter that Tiamat was beating vanished into it, marking the eighth capture, and he risked a glance behind him, wondering what was taking Sarianna so long, and paused staring at her, wondering what was hiding behind her. He could see a small head, and Sarianna was staring at it in horrified surprise. Ia called him back to the fight with a snapped mental comment, and even as he turned the last feral was being beaten into blissful unconsciousness. He tagged all of the fallen ferals, and directed the harem collect any items the clearly dead tamer had, before he turned toward Sarianna, gesturing for Lendysa, Ia, and Asheer to come with him.

 

Sarianna whined as they approached, before slowly standing up, revealing two dracos standing behind her, watching the approaching quartet with wide, terrified eyes. Asheer and Lendysa froze, staring at the kits, as Geno knelt down just in front of Sarianna, watching the two tremble behind her. He considered them for a moment, before sighing, and handing the domestic that they had rescued as well as the PPHD off to Asheer. “Get her healed up, I want to talk to her.”

 

He turned back to the worried Dracona, before sighing. “Your litter, I am guessing?”

 

She shrugged, not sure, as the harem began to gather around, staring at Sarianna and the two draco kits. He went over what he knew about her, and watched the kits. Feral for at most sixteen years, if she had the pair during her first year as a feral, they would be nearly pokégirls. If later, then they would have more time until they needed to be tamed, but he would have to decide either to support them while they grew up, or find someone to take them in. He rubbed his eyes, before looking back at Sarianna. “You do know how to time things, don’t you?”

 

She winced as he stood back up, before gesturing to the harem to back away. “Leave the kits in peace. Come on girls, we have things to do and the kits aren’t going anywhere. Find a cave so we can set up a base camp and start clearing out ferals from the valley. This is going to be our home until we figure out what to do next. Ia, help Sarianna with the kits, use your telepathy to keep them calm.”

 

He pulled off his poképack as the rest of the harem dropped theirs, forming a temporary base camp as the tamer pulled out a TM case, selecting two TMs and offering them to Sarianna. “An English language TM and a survival TM. The second one probably isn’t needed, but I would feel bad if they ate something and got sick.”

 

He looked down at their terrified and uncomprehending faces, and realized he had already decided what to do with them. He gave an irritated sigh before releasing the remaining harem members, and directing them to getting a shelter up.

 

 

Geno stared at the occupied pokéball and the poképack, its few contents still inside, in addition to the pokedex, all that remained of the tamer and his small harem. The pokédex had been broken, bitten through by one of the ferals before they had raped and consumed him, leaving only the now healed pokégirl in her pokéball to tell her tamer’s tale. He looked at the three harem members around him, Asheer, Ia, and Lendysa, the latter getting suspicious glares from his alpha, which had him quietly snickering in amusement. He touched the release button on the pokéball and tossed it, letting her release with a bit of a clear area around her, so she wouldn’t think they were trying to attack her or something. He watched her form, and then looked up as the energy began to convalesce into the pokégirl, but it was taller than he was. The forming pokégirl wasn’t as tall as Tiamat but she was still a good bit taller than him, about seven feet, maybe a bit more.

 

He looked at the pokégirl as she finished reforming, and had to stop himself from whistling in admiration. He had girls that were athletic, full figures with lean bodies, but he hadn’t seen one like her before. She was pleasantly plump, a heavy build like an Amachoke, but that was much more enjoyable to look at. Fat, but not in an unattractive way. She was powerful, but the level of intelligence in her eyes revealed she wasn’t a muscle bound brute. She had beautiful black skin, with striking white markings about her body. Her tail flicked idly from side to side, the thick limb ending near her knees, and fins on her forearms, calves, and head, marked her as being a water type.

 

She looked about, before finally focusing on him. “Who are you, and where is my tamer and harem sisters?”

 

He gestured for the water type to sit, and help herself to some of the rations, along with a few berries that they had collected before stopping the night before, and snagged a berry and some of the rations for his breakfast. “You are the only survivor. The ferals had already killed your sisters and tamer before we arrived, and they nearly killed you as well. Only the facts that we cleared the ferals off of you first, got you into a pokéball, and then healed you with a PPHD kept you from dying. Your wounds were so serious that you would have died if we had removed you from the pokéball, even with my Nurse Joy trying to save you.”

 

He paused and looked up at trees above them, before looking back at the now tamerless pokégirl. “I won’t say you were lucky to survive the death of your tamer and sisters, but I am curious as to what you plan to do now? I intend to get your tamer’s equipment back to civilization as soon as I reasonably can, but that might take a while. But do you have anywhere to go, family to take you in or something similar? If not, I would be delighted to accept you into my harem.”

 

She didn’t answer, busy watching his harem members give him disgusted looks, before he slapped his forehead. “My apologies, but you do not have to answer immediately. I am not trying to pressure you into joining. Anyway, while you decide, you can either stay here or take your tamer’s possessions back to town with you if you decide to go.”

 

He stood up, and talked quietly to Ia, before walking over to where the rest of the harem were examining the two dracos, who were still trying to hide behind Sarianna, even though the harem was all around them. He heard Ia vanish to go and continue his orders from yesterday, as Lendysa and Asheer sat down beside the water type. He gave a piercing whistle to get his harem’s attention, and then smiled at them. “Sarianna is temporarily excused from feral hunting duties due to having to bring those two pokékits up to speed. Which does leave me wondering why the rest of you haven’t gone out in trios to clean out the rest of the valley?”

 

A sheepish silence, before they began dividing into groups, and while he did stop them to alter a few of them to make the groups more balanced, they left in quick order. That done, he turned to Sarianna, as the red draco kit stepped slowly out from behind Sarianna and stared at him, while the gold kept behind her mother with her eyes down. He returned the stare of the bolder red kit, before suddenly shaking his head and calling to Asheer to him. Once she was with him, he explained what they would be doing. “Let’s go and find some real shelter. It is going to start snowing eventually, and we need walls and a ceiling. A cave would be excellent, but a series of caves would be even better. Sarianna, you and Lendysa have camp duty.”

 

 

 

He opened one eyes, and found himself being watched by a pair of golden, cat slit eyes. He grumbled as he raised his head, and stared at the young draco behind Sara. They stared at each other for a moment, before the draco blinked and stood, walking out of the room. Sara grumbled as she snuggled closer, keeping her tamer from leaving. Wondering what that had been about, he pulled Sara’s wing about him, and snuggled back down against her, trying to doze off again. He smiled as his thoughts drifted to the draco litter, they were both awfully cute, one a gorgeous gold like her mother, the other was a beautiful red. And while before he never would have even thought about it, he had to admit that the sisters were making him think very naughty thoughts about both of them. He quietly laughed at himself, knowing that when those two were ready, if they were like their mother, they would let whoever they picked for a tamer know.

 

He looked back up as the gold draco stopped at the entry to ‘his’ room, looking back as if to make sure he was still watching, before slowly wagging her tail and leaving. He took a deep breath, and rubbed his penis against Sara’s vent, making her moan in pleasure as her eyes fluttered. She grabbed his head, and pulled him into a kiss, before pulling his head down to rest between her breasts. She purred in pleasure as he rubbed his face between her large orbs, shivering as his fingers pinched her swollen nipples. She growled at him, rubbing her wet cunt against him, demanding satisfaction now, and pouted as his hands pushed her away. “As much as I would love to play, we need to get moving.”

 

 

She continued to pout as he wiggled free, only for him to groan as she darted forward, her hands grabbing his thighs as she wrapped her tongue around his hard shaft, purring softly as his hands slipped through her hair. She slowly slipped her tongue along his shaft, sliding ever further along until she pressed her lips against the head of her master, tamer, and lover’s penis, and wrapped her tongue around his balls. He bucked slightly, as her lips slid slowly around the head of his shaft, her tongue swiftly retreating so she could lavish her affections upon the tip, her tongue teasing his cock slit before quickly and firmly swallowing the rest of his shaft, she moaned in pleasure as she fought back her gag reflex, taking his shaft all the way into her throat, and shifted upwards, wrapping her breasts around his testicles and lower shaft as her head bobbed back up.

 

He let her lead for a moment, and she found she was unable to stop purring in pleasure as his pre-cum stain her mouth and lips, his hands gently brushing her hair, before firmly grabbing the back of her head and thrusting his shaft back into her mouth, fully sheathing himself in her mouth. She moaned in pleasure as she fondled his testes, wrapping her tongue around his manhood as he thrust, her free hand thrusting into her dripping cunt as she purred, wanting him to coat her face in his seed. He thrust faster, rocking her head back and forth as she tried to keep up, her breasts slapping against his thighs every time he hilted himself in her eager mouth, and she whimpered every time he paused, wanting him right then, not in one minute or even five seconds, right then.

 

She wasn’t sure how long he tortured her, letting her desire for his essence drive him wild, before he finally hilted himself in her mouth, impossibly even deeper than he had before, before he came, making her gag as his essence hit the back of her throat, spilling his seed onto his balls and her breasts, before she pulled back enough to have time to swallow before she choked. Finally finished, he thrust a few more times, making sure she had sucked him dry, before pulling free, and gently raising her chin with one hand. “You spilt my seed.”

 

Her eyes were eerily bright as she realized what he was doing, and she whimpered, before rubbing her face against his wasted cock butter. “Forgive me master, it was so much…”

 

He cock slapped her, and she shivered in pleasure as he expressed his dominance over her, before forcing her to look at him again. “You spilt the first of it, not the last. Don’t lie to me, little flame. You should know that I hate liars.”

 

She whimpered, unable to hide her grin as she pretended to be cowed, before licking his testicles clean. “Forgive me master, please, I promise not to waste your cum again.”

 

He rubbed her face, his eyes gentle, and that made her all the hotter after the blandness he had been showing, before he wiped his hands off on her cheek. He didn’t finish the game, instead kneeling down to kiss her, before rubbing his nose against her snout. “Was that better, Sara?”

 

She nodded, before looking down at her breasts, and then lifting them up to lick them clean, slowly sliding her tongue across her large orbs. “Yes, master, it was. Can I have some more?”

 

He laughed, and gently pushed her, and the Whorizard fell back onto his sleeping bag, her legs open, displaying her needy sex, one hand rubbing it, as she begged in a soft whimper, “Please master, I need your cock in my cunt so badly.”

 

He started laughing at her, before offering her a hand up. “Now you sound like a bad poképorn movie. Come on, let’s get something to eat and then decide what we are going to do today.”

 

She pouted, and lunged for him, wanting to pin him down and have her way with him, but hissed in annoyance as he danced out of reach, letting her sprawl on the ground. “Enough.”

 

She pouted, and then began licking her face and breasts clean, watching him as he got dressed, wondering what she should do later with him. She had tamer guard today, and that had so many opportunities for more sex…

 

 

He slipped out of his room as quickly as he could knowing that look on Sara’s face. He shook his head as he considered what being in the wilderness for a few days had done for the harem, several girls were asking for him to do things, like Tiria wanting him to ‘rape’ her, Sara wanting him to ‘dominate’ her, and Razia wanting him to bite her neck and make her yowl in pain. He nodded to the ever present Draco sisters, who had yet to speak at all to any of the harem or even him, but Ia had said that they had successfully taken to the English TM. He figured that they were just quiet naturally, a boon if one was in the wilds. Both of them seemed to be extremely intelligent, and watched everything with their clear eyes.

 

He stepped into the main cavern, and grinned at how well they had converted it. Most of the harem slept there, though two of the three side caverns at the end of short tunnels had been converted into rooms, and the last was a natural hot spring, allowing for warm baths as the weather began to get cold. Many of the harem had stripped down from what little they normally wore, leaving only Tiria in her skirt and bra and the Seraph in her leather armor, who was constantly blushing and refused to face any of her harem members, as being the only two who still wore clothing. He thought the Seraph’s actions were amusing and cute, but the rest of the harem had taken her body shy tendencies as a challenge, trying to draw her into group baths and tamings, which often had her fleeing the room in embarrassment.

 

Ia was hovering in her corner, legs crossed and floating about a foot off the ground, though she stepped down when he entered the room and saw her. She had been sent into Mahogany town to do some research, both into acquiring a video girl and in finding Duham’s residence, and he was finally able to read her a bit, and could tell that she had finally found something. Mayuan looked up as they walked by, before returning to the armor that the harem had bought for him that would have been his birthday present, but they had figured that a Christmas present was an even better idea considering what had happened, even if he knew about it.

 

He stepped outside of the main cavern, heading outside as he pulled on his jacket, and waited for Ia to tell him what she had found. She waited until they were alone except for Sara, before finally giving him some good news. Jeffery Duham, Jhoto Council Member and father to Terrick Duham, is currently being investigated along with several other Council Members and high ranking Hunters about familial ties to Team Apocalypse. Apparently they had the same idea that you did. His normal residence is a mansion in Goldenrod, but he has recently been ‘advised’ to head to his summer home in Cedar Town. He still teleports to social functions in Goldenrod by using a Johto Hunter pokégirl, but they are not actively watching him at his home, though they are watching visitors, and shadowing him during the functions.

Geno considered what she had said, before tilting his head to the side. “Does he have any children?”

 

Sara started to protest about using children, only to issue a muffled scream as Ia forcefully closed Sara’s mouth on her tongue. Yes, two male children by his human wife, and a young girl by his Purrsian. His harem is the Purrsian and a Slicer he recently acquired for guard purposes. Other than those two pokégirls, he has a couple of maids and butlers, though they don’t live in his mansion.

He raised an eyebrow at how much information she had gotten, though her only reply was a small, enigmatic smile. He considered what she had told him, before suddenly growing a very evil smile. “Sara, go get Hamiri and Tiamat. Ia, I need you to get a few items from the local markets, and get a few special items as well.”

 

He waited until Sara left to get the requested harem members, before giving his Alaka-Wham the list, about seven different items total, which made her laugh after a moment. You really are evil. I like that.

 

She teleported out to get the supplies, as Sara returned with Tiamat, Hamiri, and giving her alpha a disgusted look. “Sorry master, but she insisted on coming as well.”

 

Geno shrugged, before looking over the four of them, and shaking his head. “I have to have Hamiri and Tiamat for this, as well as Ia, but I was hoping that would be all I have going with me.”

 

Sara and Asheer exchanged a look, before turning back to him. “And why only those three?”

 

“I would rather not show the rest of the harem that side of me. In fact, I am going to be evil and put my foot down. Those three are the only three coming, and if I have to put everyone in their pokéballs to ensure that, I will. Final tamer decision, not negotiable. If you agree to let me do this, and then send part of the harem after me anyways, I will strip you of your position as alpha Asheer. Is that in any way unclear?”

 

Asheer raised an eyebrow when he said he was going to be evil and put his foot down, only to blanch when he threatened to replace her as alpha for sending someone to follow him. She shook her head. “No, master, you were clear.”

 

He nodded, before turning to Ia, both of them staring at each other for a moment, mentally conversing with her. That done, he sighed, and gave her a hug, before turning and giving Asheer one as well. “I don’t like having to do that. But this is something only those of us that exist in darkness can do. I am sorry I will have to pull Hamiri down to our level, but I can’t do this without her.”

 

Asheer hugged him back, before stiffening, as she realized he ‘felt’ wrong, like it was someone else inside Geno’s body, not her tamer. She pulled back to look in his eyes, and for the briefest of moments, she saw someone else, the kindness that had always been in his eyes was gone, a hardness and wariness replacing it. Then he blinked, and the Geno she knew was back, but she couldn’t stop the shiver of sheer terror at what she thought she might have seen. She buried her face, and resolutely decided to hell what he wanted, she was going with them, no matter what she had to do or happened to her afterwards.

 

 

 

Geno knelt down on the ridge, staring at the large mansion below, Ia teleporting in beside him, having dealt with the four Johto Hunter watchers. Tiamat was behind him, watching his back, and Hamiri was pressed against his back. At Ia’s nod, he shook his Kitsune awake, before hefting the poképack up onto his back, and pointing Tiamat down to the backdoor, knowing that the alarm system was already dealt with, thanks to the Hunters. Instead of alerting the alarm company, it would instead alarm the Hunters on watch duty. He watched Tiamat jump and then glide down to the door, while Ia simply teleported him and Hamiri down. Once at the door, Ia actually cuffed the dozing Kitsune, before teleporting into the house, though Hamiri’s widening eyes and shiver indicated that Ia had delivered a warning or threat before leaving.

 

He gave her a hug, before opening the door, just in time to see Ia teleport off again, to her preselected location. He then gestured for Tiamat and Hamiri to hurry, shutting the door behind Tiamat, before wincing as she brushed against the table, causing it to screech in protest as it moved across the floor. He sighed, before moving deeper into the house, toward where Ia had reported the Council member, his wife, and the only pokéwoman of the house were, watching a movie in the home theatre room, while the three children, ages three, five and six, were in their rooms, asleep. Even better.