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DISCLAIMER: I don't own pokegirls and whoever else may appear that're not of my own creation.
The story contains violence (and its subcategories) in varying amounts and it also has sexual content (at varying quantities as well).
Lastly, this narration takes place within the pokegirl world and is a continuation of my other story "Imagine Pokegirls". I advise to either be familiar with the principles behind the pokegirl universe and/or read "Imagine Pokegirls" beforehand... though in the event you don't know either, I'm trying to narrate the story so as to make it easier to "Catch up"... hope that works out well.
Still, a very brief explication of it can be found at the bottom.
If you're confused about something, read the author's note at the bottom or send me a message/email/review if that didn't help, I'd be happy to reply to any questions that might pop up.
Thank you all, here's the story. Enjoy!
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-+-Neo Osaka-+-+- Saturday 9th 17:00-+-
"You're sure about this, Mario?" Though it sounded like it, there wasn't really a question in her voice. "One word and you could call all this off."
She looked up at him; golden irises appearing to glow in the evening light as she firmly held his gaze.
"There's no turning back after this." Her focus shifted towards the people, at the crowd that walked past their seats. "If something goes wrong… we could all end up dead."
"I know." There was a forced ease in his tone as he took a sip of warm coffee, its bitter taste soothing in its familiarity.
Sighing, she leaned back on her chair, turning to look upwards. "I just wanted to make sure… since the others probably wouldn't think of asking."
Mario's eyes appeared tired, worn out; his rugged expression lost its steely fierceness for a split second to reveal exhaustion. "You've got to be kidding... that's been Verde's favourite question since we made the plan."
"Bah!" She threw her hands up in the air out of exasperation. "Don't act like you didn't know I meant with Jade and Hecate."
Leaning towards him, she levelled her gaze at him once more. "So? Is it worth the risk?"
Slowly breathing out, a hint of a smile came to his lips. "You ask that as if you didn't know what I'd answer."
"Yeah ~ yeah…" She rolled her eyes. " 'I'd be doing the same thing if it were you…' right? Just wanted to make sure you hadn't changed it."
"You know me too well to be asking that." Eyes closed at his words, a soft chuckle on his lips.
They both fell silent, Mario slowly emptying his cup as her eyes kept wandering around.
"Just remember to keep an eye on Hecate." He sighed. "I don't want anyone dead and she's been getting…"
"Overenthusiastic." She nodded, shooting him a funny look. "It's gona be-." And then, for a split second, she froze. Corona's eyes broadened ever so slowly, and before Mario could even turn his head to try and see whatever it was that had startled her, she was lunging at him.
His back hit floor, he could only watch as a stream of fire exploded above them, the heat and light blinding as he felt his skin searing. The roar of the flames was quick to die out, and Corona was already swearing a storm as she tugged Mario to his feet.
"Whorizard!" She screamed a warning, voice a distant sound over the ringing in his ears, eyes already searching between the sky and the panicking crowd for the pokegirl that had nearly fried them.
She didn't get much of a chance as a blur of red and yellow tackled her against a wall.
"Corona!" Mario rushed to put on the backpack as he was already mentally calling out for everyone else in the team, every part of his mind screaming out alarms.
"You're not going anywhere." The clarity of the voice made him whirl around, finding himself face to face with a rather thin looking black haired tigress.
Then he was hit by what he could've only described as an invisible truck.
Several something's cracked on his left side as he crashed against a group of chairs, skidding across the floor like a rag doll until he finally stopped.
Mario grunted, the world was spinning, his brain refusing to fully recover its sense of balance.
Trying to sit up, a foot forced him right back down flat on his back. His vision was blurry as he looked up at the orange tigress with squinted eyes. Something was causing even more alarms in the back of his head, but he couldn't make out anything coherent.
"My name is Quinn. You stole Luca. Prepare to die!" The pokegirl shouted, eyes flashing with psychic energies.
-+- One week earlier - Mario - Wednesday 30th 07:20-+-
"And this is the kitchen." The girl piped happily. "You won't get much of a chance working in this area; though your pokegirl and I will be on this side most of the time." Her large brown eyes looked up at him as she smiled even more broadly. "Any questions?"
Verde grunted loudly and glared at Mario for a moment. "If I'm going to be back here all the time… what's the point of wearing THIS?"
She gestured angrily at the frilly maid uniform that would normally be revealing on someone of average size. However, considering she was over six feet tall, the added height made it all too easy to look past her comically stiff frilly skirt. The fact she was also well endowed despite her fighter's physique made it look more like she was about to burst out of the black corset.
The tanned pokegirl's grin broadened impishly before she hastily straightened her face into a look of seriousness. "THAT is the standard uniform for all beginning workers in our humble parlor. Until you've been approved by Management as properly adjusted to your duties, you are to wear it so long as you're within working hours."
Mario's struggle to keep a straight face had lost practically the moment Verde stepped out of the changing room. So he just placed his arm around her waist and pulled her close before she lost her temper. "It looks good on you."
"It's humiliating, that's what it is." She growled between gritted teeth. "I'm a warrior, not a... I'd rather go naked."
Mario appeared confused for a moment. "Wouldn't being naked…?"
"It's not like normal clothes have ever outlasted my natural durability in combat." Verde's voice snapped like a whip. "THIS however…"
She angrily gestured at her uniform once again. "Offers no protection while impeding full range of movement. Not to mention its very design is to flaunt and draw the attention of onlookers, the sort of thing that someone looking for a taming from anyone would do."
Grumbling, she twisted from one side to the other, trying to adjust the clothes so they'd hide at least a bit more of her cleavage, but it only worked to raise her skirt ever so slightly. "The implied message these clothes give is that I have a desire to fuck whoever meets my minimum criteria and is interested in such an act. This is not a message I'd like to have random strangers get, much less a potential enemy."
There was a pause, and Mario leaned in and lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. "We need this, Verde." His hands grasped her hips as he kissed her cheek. "And I can guarantee you the image of you in these clothes is going to haunt me all day... and it's not like you're not smart enough to find a way around this."
Taking a step back, he wore a devilish grin that hid his weariness while Verde shot him an angry glare.
She remained silent, her eyes thinning as she looked at the mischief on his lips for a very long second. Verde finally crossed her arms above her chest, looking reluctant about the entire situation. She turned towards the other pokegirl. "So long as I do not put on or take off cloths the uniform would be considered appropriate, correct?"
Carla hesitated at her words, but nodded slowly.
"Good." Looking down at herself for a moment, she nodded. With a gesture, Verde partially summoned her ice armour. Specifically, she had brought a white opaque breasplate that covered her entire torso and had added ice to the edges of the skirt, making it fall down and cover everything down to her legs. "No cloth has been added or removed."
She saw Mario's slight nod and leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Don't forget, the sooner we're done the sooner you can get me out of this." Her voice had only the barest hint of a restrained smile in it. She turned back to the tanned girl. "So, what is it I'm supposed to do here?" She retained her serious edge, but it was much softer than a minute before, instead taking a smug edge.
There was a fraction of a second as the pokegirl looked at Verde and then at Mario, eyes filled with incredulity. A shake of her head pushed it away and she found her voice. "You'll be helping on making the food and washing the dishes, though your main task will be making and shredding ice."
Verde's eyes turned to daggers as she narrowed her gaze at Mario, a silent promise in her gaze before she turned back to their guide and took a frosty neutral tone. "Is there anything more… important I'll be tasked with doing?"
The room became marginally colder.
"I… um…" The pokegirl froze up in her stutter, unsure how to deal with the temperamental hun.
"Verde." Mario stated calmly, his hand tightly holding her shoulder.
She stared at him with her blackened eyes and red irises, and with a deep breath she closed them, only relaxing marginally after a second in silence. "Why must you do… this? It is… beneath our potential."
"We're not having this conversation here." He responded carefully. "And it's not Carla's fault either."
Growling under her breath, Verde turned to Carla and looked straight down at her. Her arms firmly crossed and shoulders tense, the hun spat out an apology. "I'm sorry." And with the words, she almost deflated. Almost.
"No… no worries." Carla chuckled nervously, incredulity once more spread across her face as she glanced at Mario. "I know all too well this isn't the most glamorous or exciting job around…"
Coughing loudly to clear her throat, she quickly smiled again. "On the plus side, as employees you can always take any leftovers left from the day. We're one of the top five ice-cream parlors in Neo Osaka, so if you're not careful you might gain more than a few pounds."
Her chirpy mood quickly returning, she placed her hands on her top-heavy chest. "I may be a brewmistress, but I'm pretty sure a fourth of this is from all the ice-cream I keep eating." Turning to Verde, she pointed at the metal door. "Since today's going to be a slow day, how about you begin making some ice while I show Master Mario what his tasks will be?"
Not looking very pleased about it, Verde just grunted in affirmation and went towards where Carla had pointed out. The fact she was nearly stomping her feet as she left was a clear indicator of her foul mood.
"Don't worry; she's just been a bit… stressed as of late." Mario attempted a reassuring smile that looked mostly regretful. "And please, just Mario is perfectly fine."
"'Master' is the title of the position." She led him towards the front of the shop. "Because 89% of our clients are pokegirls, the new marketing campaign is to have humans be waiters. The 'Master' title is meant to be mostly… ornamental in this case since it'd be you who'll be taking orders from the customers."
There was a pregnant pause as she eyed him carefully. "You were explained this during the interview, right?"
"I found a flyer with a number. I was just asked if I had an ice-type and how low I was willing to go in exchange of a fat paycheck." He shrugged nonchalantly. "To tell you the truth, being in crowded areas is not exactly comfortable for me. But money is money, and I have mouths to feed and bills to pay."
"That's the spirit!" She gushed, nodding vigorously. "Was the one you spoke to named Gress by any chance?"
Apparently the curious look on his face was enough of a response as she nodded. "She's the Head Manager's alpha and she's the only one who can approve an employee without needing to put them through a full interview."
Cheering up, she made a little twirl and hummed a little tune, apparently for no reason at all.
"You know Gress personally?" He inquired as they entered the main dining area.
"Sure do, she's the only megami I know that uses her powers to see how much profit a decision will give rather than worry about alignments and morality and such." Pausing, she shuddered. "Gress is also the scariest pokewoman I've met."
"Duly noted."
"Ok!" Carla placed her hands on her hips and nodded once. "This is the main area; we've got two dozen tables. They've got their numbers painted on them so you never get confused… The reason the numbers are that large is because of… well, we once made the mistake of having an extra klutzy bunnygirl as a waitress. Gress was not happy the girl had been hired without her being informed about it."
With a sweep of her arm as a gesture to encompass all the tables, she walked to the front. "We have an extra dozen tables outside, and as you might've seen, their colors are in blue rather than red. In both sides they're numbered left to right and front to back; if several tables are put together, we take the lowest number as reference."
"Um…" Mario glanced around the various tables. "Shouldn't there be more people working here?"
With a wiggle of her hips and thrusting out her chest with confidence, Carla winked up at him. "Don't worry, I'll be here most of today to show you the ropes and also when things get tight. Management is looking for a second waiter as backup during the weekends, but thus far I haven't heard anything."
Mario looked around for a moment. "What happened to the people working before us?"
"The bunnygirl and Gress… is what happened." Carla sighed, shaking her head. "It was a mess, we couldn't open shop last week and… it was a mess." Humming, she paused, and then blinked. "Oh, almost forgot."
Without a moments hesitation, her right hand dove straight into her cleavage, apparently disappearing magicly into the space between her breasts as the arm nearly went elbow deep. There was a moment of fiddling and then she triumphantly brought out a bright yellow spray-can that looked a lot like canned deodorant.
When she saw Mario's nervousness a twinkle appeared in her eyes and her smile became mischievous only for a second before she returned to her friendly grin. "A one pressurized can of paraspray as part of your uniform, good for three doses."
"Ok…? Why would I need this?" He tentatively grabbed the can as he looked it over.
"Most clients are what's normally called 'free range' pokegirls, so it wouldn't be much of a surprise if someone got grabby or… possessive." She gave him a once over and gave a quick nod. "And once that uniform is properly tailored out, it's likely you'll have to use it at one point or another in the night shift. It's the late hours when the girls tend to be slightly more inebriated."
Mario grimaced. "I know it sounds like I may have a clue… but I really don't about a lot of these things. What's a 'free range' pokegirl?"
"Oh, it's a term most use on pokegirls like me that are tame but don't have a tamer nor are fully owned by anyone so we have to make a living on our own." Carla shrugged. "Well, technically we're owned by Neo Osaka City Hall since it's illegal for a pokegirl to not have a legal owner of some sort. As such, we must do a certain amount of community hours every month and we can't leave the city unless we're bought out by a tamer or some company or some such. But outside from that, we're given quite an ample range to do what we want."
Mario's expression darkened. "Just not as much as a human would."
"Pffft, obviously." She waved him off. "Let's not get into about what happens if you're charged with an infraction for something like not having a place to stay in for over a week or don't fulfill the monthly hours of civil service work you're designated… it's~ not a place where you'll get second chances." Looking out the store front, she slumped. "And we're the lucky ones. Most of Edo cities don't even have these sorts of policies in place, so unowned girls end up in ranches or… worse."
There was a melancholic pause as both considered the bleak subject.
"Anyway!" Carla clapped twice and very loudly, huffing out and nodding mostly to herself. "That's enough wasted oxygen, we're burning daylight and we should be opening shop in a couple hours. Let's get everything ready and we'll do a mock run to ensure you got everything down before we unlock the doors."
-+- Corona - Wednesday 30th 15:00-+-
She raised her hand over her head to draw attention onto her table. "Oh 'Master'~!" She called out with an innocent grin. "You forgot the napkins~."
Wearing the black vest over his white shirt, Mario's grin tightened as he balanced a tray with over a dozen cups on it, barely hiding his shortness of breath. "Right away, ma'am."
Leaning back against her chair, Corona crossed her arms and grinned, smugly watching her trainer make his way towards the kitchen.
"You're being mean…" Hecate spoke, frowning between spoonfuls of her jumbo sized banana split. "… because you want him to spank you in your next taming."
Corona's relaxed pose tensed as she eyed the silver haired pokegirl. "Your ability to read emotions without using psychic powers is an ever growing pain... and not the good kind."
Hecate's pale eyes shimmered with irritation as she glared at Corona for only a moment, before going back to her ice-cream with a haughty grin. "Mario would've probably trained you how to do it… if you had the capabilities for it."
Scowling, Corona now openly glared at Hecate. Her golden eyes flashed with psychic powers for a fraction of a second, causing the spoonful of ice-cream Hecate had been about to eat to go straight up into her nose.
Snorting, coughing, and reeling back from the unexpected shock, Hecate tried to clean up her nose and mouth, but froze as Corona's hand appeared in front of her face, holding a napkin.
"Looks like you still have much to learn yourself."
In response to the grin the Corona had a string of misshapen words slipped from Hecate's lips. The spell uttered under her breath that began to shape and mold the mana in the air so it would…
THUMP
"Here's the napkins, ma'am."
This time Hecate jumped in surprise as Mario put the napkin-holder on the table loudly. The sound broke her concentration and the forming spell. Guilty she noticed his eyes staring into hers intently.
"Will there be anything else you'd need?" His voice bit out coldly.
Hecate shrunk into her seat and lowered her gaze to the table.
Meanwhile, Corona had caught on and her grin broadened further still. "That'd be all, Master. You may leave."
Mario shot Corona a dirty look but quickly sighed and dipped into a mocking bow before going to serve another table.
"Maybe next time you'll be more aware of your surroundings."
Crossing her arms in resignation, Hecate remained silent and kept her eyes fixed on the base of her bowl,.
"How long left?"
Jade spoke up from her end of the table, finally breaking the death glare she had had on her meal as the last remains were downed with a crunch.
Corona looked at her for a very long moment before simply shaking her head and huffing loudly. "Verde's mind feels like she's in a rush, so I'd say ten more minutes."
As she spoke, a slightly shorter woman stepped out from the other side, her black hair pulled tightly into a bun as she swayed her way to the cash register. Apparently only wearing an apron and a set of tight blue jeans for modesty, she pushed some buttons and waved at Mario to come over. The two exchanged some words and with a beaming smile and an enthusiastic nod, she pulled the trainer into a quick hug before the male into the back of the store while she took over.
"My scales itch." Jade spoke dryly, green eyes locked on an impassive glare towards the girl.
Barely shooting a sideway glance at the marylith, Corona snorted loudly, focusing on the tanned busty pokegirl as she expertly danced between the tables and took the orders. "She looks perky." She broke her gaze and turned to fully face Hecate. "Any thoughts on chocolate balloons over there? If Mario keeps working here she could want to join in."
The splice appeared conflicted for a moment. "Her show of affection when interacting with Mario was merely… heightened friendliness. She is not actively seeking him."
"My scales still itch." Jade repeated. "I want to fight her."
"But you won't." Corona spoke firmly. "Not unless you want to cause Mario trouble."
The words made the marylith tense for a second before she closed her eyes and turned to look out the parlor front and onto the street.
"And here comes the star, just in time to avoid the explosion." Corona introduced as Mario stepped out from the back, wearing a pair of track pants with a black jacket and his dark blue backpack.
"I noticed." He coldly stated, throwing a brief annoyed look at all of them. "Let's get going."
Hesitating for a second, Hecate looked over Mario's shoulder and towards the back of the shop. "What about Verde?"
Mario motioned at the sole pokeball hanging from the harness on his belt. "She wanted to be balled, cleaned, and healed; so we'll be passing through the pokecenter on our way to our late lunch." Stepping outside and holding the door open, he gave Jade a quick peck on the cheek as she passed. "And that's for not looking for trouble."
Nodding at his words, she was quick to shoot a blank look at the other two pokegirls, barely showing a smug edge hidden in the otherwise calm expression.
"So how's the morning been?" He quickly changed subject before any complaints could be raised.
Huffing loudly, Corona shook her head. "Ferals have been scarce, so we spent most of the time doing some light sparring." She perked up as she shot him a grin. "Today you don't have to visit the maniac, so what did you have in mind for the evening?"
Cracking a grin, he crossed his arms. "Well, originally we were going to do game night, but considering recent events… you and Hecate will do some emotional control while Verde and Jade get some practice with ice manipulation."
Both pokegirls winced at the proclamation. "Fuck." They spoke in unison under their breaths.
-+- Mari - Wednesday 30th 19:00-+-
Mari leaned back on the bench, her arms crossed as she tapped a slow beat against her skin. Her eyes flickered towards the entrance of the building across the park.
As far as she was concerned, this mission she had been given had been a bust from the beginning.
Over a month of monitoring the worthless human that Mari's mistress had brought from some other world. Over a month of remotely watching him through scrying or via a handful of agents, seeing him struggle and writhe and overall become a city-brewed passive tamer at the first chance he got.
If she had not spent the majority of the resources at her disposal to increase her mistress's influence in Edo, Mari would've considered the whole trip in and of itself a waste of time.
What she hated the most was that some other schmuck would be the one to get the reward out of it all.
The flapping of large wings and the ruffling of feathers followed a light thud that disturbed the otherwise silent night. "You called, mistress?"
Mari glanced over her shoulder at the blue eyed demoness and sighed ever so slightly. "That I did." Unspoken went a myriad of other words she would've preferred to use with the infernal pokegirl, but she understood far too well that this was neither the time nor place to say them. "I take it you're prepared?"
"I am, mistress." The near monotone in her voice was a dead giveaway she'd been put through a level 5 not long ago, her mind wiped clean of all memories. If Mari had not infused a great deal of raw knowledge into the blank slate of a pokegirl, the demoness would probably still be mostly useless.
Mari glanced back at the entrance of the building, the irony of the situation not lost on her.
The girl had been originally intended as both a gift and a test of sorts. She was to be put into the tamer's harem, a potential subject to prove whether or not the man would corrupt or redeem the fallen angel. But a series of unfortunate events caused the pet project to be scrapped before the girl could be placed on his lap. They then decided to fully turn the pokegirl into something more directly useful to Mari instead.
Now he was going to serve as a test for the once intended gift and now newest recruit. What would come next would determine whether or not she was worth being introduced into Mari's inner fold of followers.
With a flicker of her gaze, Mari saw the two pokeballs on the demoness's hip, and knew that within one was a former member that had put her unit at risk through sloppy work.
"What are your orders?" The demoness finally broke the silence.
Standing up, Mari pointed to the building as she handed over a photograph to the recruit. "I want his head. Whether or not you bring the rest of him attached to it is for you to decide."
Taking the picture and looking at it, the pokegirl nodded. "Anything else, mistress?"
For a moment, the infernal simply stared towards the building in front of them, apparently focused on something other than what she was seeing. "Don't underestimate his girls."
She teleported away, leaving the demoness to follow her orders.
-+- Sakuya - Wednesday 30th 20:00-+-
The room was dark as she remained perfectly still. Only the sound of deep breathing could be heard as most occupants were fast asleep.
All but one, that is.
Her pose was perfectly still.
With just her right hand on the floor, her whole body was upside down as both her legs and both her tails remained straight. She used all of her limbs to carefully retain her balance in the position while her breathing kept slowing down.
Her free hand held a small blade that had once belonged to another. She had been victorious, and the weapon had become hers.
Slowly, keeping her hand as the only contact with the floor, she began to twist forwards. Sakuya lowered her legs so they'd sweep an inch from the concrete ground before she straightened out. Her new pose that of someone sitting down with their legs straight ahead of them.
However, her right hand remained the sole point of contact with the floor.
Inhaling sharply, she reversed her movements so she returned to her original position. Upon reaching it she could laid the dagger down as she switched her body weight over to her left hand.
As she repeated the motions, her mind was not focused on her balance or in controlling her body's every muscle. Instead, it was slowly spreading out like an oil stain, using its psychic energies to gently caress against the consciousness of each occupant of the room.
The privacy of their dreams was not broken, yet the colours of their emotions were laid bare to her.
Fear as black as night, and anguish that was a painful gray shade. Anger filled some with a violent crimson, while resentment tinged others a sickly brown…
Her vulpine ears twitched at the sound of movement as one of the occupants began to stir from sleep.
Sakuya opened her eyes to look as the lights in the room turned on. She looked among the various other occupants in the room for a moment.
A voice from the room's entrance called her out. "Number forty two, you're up first tonight."
There was a familiar tug on her body as the enslavement collar came to life and forced her body to stand up. Sakuya had grown used enough to it to know exactly how much delay and resistance she could put up against the command before the pain began.
Right now was not one of those times it would be worth the effort.
Tightening her fists, she nodded to herself and let the collar guide her through the concrete corridors. She made sure to keep her ears sharp for signs of movement. At the moment she couldn't afford delving too deeply into what each meant.
Her right hand patted her hip, touching the simple string that served as a belt and was her only piece of clothing. The hilt of a small dagger brushed comfortably against her fingers and provided a small reassurance.
It seemed today there was barely any activity; most likely the first match of the night would be a quick one.
Sakuya bit her lip, glaring at the metal door as the girl who had brought her there stood next to it, fidgeting slightly. The nervous pokegirl went between looking at the floor and the two tailed kitsune. "Careful." She whispered as the door began to open.
That one word made Sakuya's tails twitch as a slight frown appeared on her vulpine expression.
The blinding light of the arena hit her, rendering her ability to see useless for a brief second. The looming grey walls were quick to greet her, along with the dusty concrete floor appearing stainless despite the reek of dried blood it had.
Sakuya's eyes ignored the cylindrical cage that was the arena dome and instead darted to the opposite end of the area.
Her heart froze for an soul stopping moment.
The pokegirl was tall, perhaps ten feet, with a body that was lean. However the her physique was clearly muscular in the bulk of her shoulders and arms, all four arms to be precise. The parts of her skin could be seen appeared to be stained black, and the rest was well guarded under thick gray pieces of armor. The armor style was segmented, covering body parts such as the shins but not joints such as elbows and knees.
Within the shadowed confines of the visored helm, two glowing scarlet eyes stared unblinkingly at Sakuya.
A chill ran along the dark kitsune's spine and she felt the fur on the back of her neck stand on edge as she contemplated the four armed creature before her.
As with all other matches in the ring, there was no bell or noise to signal that the battle had begun. The rules were as clear as they were brutal. Once you entered into the arena, the fight would only end with one of the participants walking out.
Sakuya felt all too certain this enemy was above the usual she had been typically paired with, most likely the pairing had been made so she was the easy target tonight. But she wasn't going to go down, the first thing she had to do was determine the best method to attack the hulking pokegirl.
With a creak of leather and metal, her adversary stepped forwards, unsheathing two huge scimitars from her back. "Be ready, girl." She spoke with a voice that was as strong as she appeared to be, scarlet eyes shining brighter. "Here I come."
The pokegirl's entire body suddenly became black and formless, vanishing the second after.
Every nerve in her body lit up with instinctive fear, Sakuya's trained reaction to it being to instantly teleport away. The dark kitsune reappeared on the upper edge of the cage where she clung to one of its bars, surveying the rest of the arena.
"Smart move." The voice echoed from where Sakuya had been just standing. The figure reformed within the shadow that the barred cage cast down on the arena. "Not smart enough."
From behind the girl a long scorpion-like tail, tipped with a wicked two foot long blade struck at the floor just in front the monstrosity.
A moment of confusion crossed Sakuya's expression before pain suddenly blossomed from her left arm. With a shriek, she let go of the cage and teleported to the opposing edge of the arena. The dark kitsune looked down at her arm and saw it was bleeding profusely from a deep gash along the forearm.
"Had your shadow been sharper-." The enemy focused on the kitsune. "-you would've lost your arm from that."
The pokegirl vanished into the shadows, reappearing in front of Sakuya with both scimitars slicing at her. The fox reacted quickly once more, teleporting only a short distance away, to the side of her adversary and conjuring out a stream of fire, fully certain her psychic abilities were going to be mostly useless against this clearly dark type pokegirl.
Much to her shock, laughter broke out from within the flames as they died down, the dark type completely untouched. "Your flames will have to be stronger than THAT to hurt me!"
She laughed harder, her lower right hand releasing a burst of water that caught Sakuya square on the chest, blasting the kitsune against the unforgiving wall.
"No rest for you yet!"
Sakuya heard the voice as she focused past the spinning world, seeing the pokegirl with both scimitars descending towards her yet again.
Closing her eyes tightly, she teleported again, once more appearing at the roof of the cage.
Inside, she was cursing. The pokegirl was not only a shadow type but could also use water. Her movements were fast and her ability to attack through her shadow was as much of a pain as the shadow teleport she was using.
"Are you going to play monkey all day?" She barked out the challenge, already moving towards the shadow that Sakuya cast on the arena floor. "Or are we going to FIGHT!?"
Sakuya frowned and grit her teeth. If neither psychic nor fire were going to get her anywhere, she'd have to get physical.
The dark kitsune let go of the bar and fell feet first the thirty feet drop. Just as she was about to hit the floor, Sakuya teleported and reappeared above the pokegirl. She made sure to bring her full inertia to bear through the teleportation, her feet slamming against the girl's head and knocking her to the side.
Sakuya didn't stop for an instant, rolling with the fall to get away from the pokegirl, before teleporting out of her reach. A moment later she appeared again in front of her opponent as the pokegirl began to rise. Crouching low, she grasped the girl's ankle and the next instant they were falling from the top of the arena.
"You fucking…!" The girl attempted to kick at Sakuya, but she had already let go and teleported out of range.
THUD
The girl hit the ground like a rock.
Sakuya remained at the edge of the arena, watching intently as the pokegirl groaned and slowly stood back up.
"Ouch." The girl muttered, calmly dusting herself off with her lower hands. She appeared unfazed as she took off her bent helmet, revealing a tiger-like black furred face, its blackness appearing more like she was covered in soot.
Sakuya's eyes narrowed, apparently this foe had a toughened body to boot.
"What? Nothing else to say? I gave you a freebie and I don't get so much as a thanks?" Her scimitar wielding arms gave a couple spins and let forth a crackling kind of sound. "Let's see how the little fox deals with this!"
And just when she thought the creature had already started showing enough surprises, her body was abruptly surrounded in flames. The fire increased in strength and Sakuya's eyes quickly watered from the intensity. The blaze was hard to even look at.
Two jets of water erupted from her hands and towards the fox. The dark kitsune was already leaping out of the way and broke into a full out sprint. Sakuya teleported to another spot as the pokegirl kept shooting more and more streams of water, each getting closer.
Sakuya focused and unleashed a psychic wave at her armored foe, who didn't so much as flinch before returning fire with even more water. "Come on! Run fox, run!" The pokegirl kept taunting.
Then she managed to land a hit with an unnatural burst of speed, knocking Sakuya to the floor. The pokegirl's target stood on shaky legs and raised her blade with her good arm. Sakuya's mind was already starting to look for the best spot to teleport to before she was reached.
ROOOAR
The explosive sound wave hit Sakuya's body like a ram, knocking her straight against the wall and leaving the world around her a spinning mess. A part of her noted her ears were bleeding, and nothing registered in them aside from an acute ringing undying sound that just deafened everything else.
Thud.
Her leg felt the vibration of the step, eyes blinking blearily as they looked up from the floor. A dark figure engulfed in emerald flames was approaching her.
Thud.
Another step. Everything was moving so slowly, and the ground wobbled under her as she barely managed to register a hint of fear through her mind.
Thud.
Her head was foggy, everything felt tiring. Fuck, why was it so hard to move? She tried to stand up, but her legs failed and she was right back where she had been. A small voice in the back of her mind cried out something that didn't make much sense.
Danger?
Thud.
Her eyes managed to stop wobbling as they focused on the creature, and finally... FINALLY fear rushed through her and straight into her veins.
She was going to die.
Gritting her teeth, she denied the words, using her hands to stand on wobbly legs.
The tiger creature looked at her with its undying red gaze, apparently amused at her weak attempt to put up a resistance.
Thud.
Another step, the armored girl's body so hot it singed Sakuya's face. She could feel the heat wafting against her own fur as the pokegirl looked down on her with absolute certainty.
"End of the road, little fox."
Everything in Sakuya's mind ground to a halt as the world was reduced to just her opponent.
From within the ringing, the sound of a heartbeat became her focus. The pokegirl was strong, fast, and durable. She was immune to psychic attacks and fire, had four arms and a bladed tail. Her opponent probably had poison above all the other things, but it wasn't Sakuya's main concern right now.
Fist clenching tight, she managed to lean away from the wall, her feet able to hold her standing once more.
In her mind, there was only one way to survive. The mere thought of it was already making her slave collar flare in punishment.
The cursed device had been made to punish her for not obeying of course, and any form of self-injury had been forbidden.
She lunged at the pokegirl's left side, and with reflexes enhanced beyond what any human could've ever imagined, she saw with clear detail as the two foot long blade shot from behind the pokegirl. The appendage's wickedly curved tip sunk straight into the pliable flesh of her stomach, meeting minimal resistance.
Sakuya screamed, her hands grabbing hold of the burning tail as her collar unleashed lightning through her body. Her frayed nerves clenched harder against the searing appendage that was currently embedded inside her.
The next instant they were in the air and falling again, but they never reached the floor before they were right back at the top and falling even faster.
"You crazy bitch!" The pokegirl roared, attempting to throw Sakuya off as they were teleported a third time.
But the fox wouldn't be flung away as she was wrapped around the tail and holding on with everything she had. The punishment from her collar the driving force that locked her muscles tight against the scorching segmented tail.
Sakuya screamed. Her world reduced to the sole focus of making the next jump, the one second counter to make the next jump. And pain. So much pain.
Her body was burning, both inside and out. The flames from the armored pokegirl had turned from an intense fire to a burning inferno in her attempts to stop Sakuya. At the same time, her collar lit her frayed nerves alight with electricity and agony in an attempt to stop her from fully immolating herself.
Everything seared and screamed and roared inside as they fell faster and faster.
Just one more jump. She knew within her mind that it'd be all it'd take. Just one more jump and the monster she was up against would become a splatter against the cruel hard floor.
The flames dug deeper into her flesh and all of a sudden she was no longer holding anything.
The pain was gone.
She wasn't falling.
Her eyes opened and found darkness all around her. There was no warmth, no fire, only vast, emptiness all around her.
Had she died?
"Sakuya." The voice was a shout, but so distant it could barely be heard.
That voice… it was so familiar. How long had it been since the last time she had heard it?
"Open your eyes, Sakuya." He spoke, and a flood of emotions overcame her. Warmth like she had not experienced ever before caressed her body. "We don't have much time."
As her eyes opened, she saw she was indeed floating. Floating within a vast ocean, glowing fish swimming at blurring speeds in every direction.
She recognized the technique, it was dream time, and not just anyone's.
"Mario."
Her eyes began to light up, as she began to look around for her tamer.
Instead what she found was a little green blob.
"Sakuya, please, we don't have much time." The blob vibrated, Mario's voice spilling forth as it did.
She frowned. "What… what are you?"
"I'm a mental construct, built by Mario in the eventuality something like this occurred." There was urgency lacing its voice. "The seal that's been blocking the bond has been weakened enough for a reconnection, but it's only temporary. In reality only a split second will have passed, and in dream time we probably only have a minute or two left." The blob kept vibrating with a deep sense of haste. "By the time Mario's consciousness reacts it'll have already been sealed again. I need you to eat me."
Sakuya hesitated and recoiled slightly in surprise as the blob approached her face.
"Hurry or this chance will be wasted!" It shouted.
With only a second of hesitation, she snapped her jaws around the construct and felt it explode within her mouth. She gagged but couldn't get rid of the foul taste. Then it became worse, as her whole body shuddered, she gagged and choked as her body revolted against itself. The dark kitsune tried to hold back her gorge but was unable.
Her gut wretched and from her throat a reddish glop of sticky substance spewed forth. She felt like her head was going to explode.
"Sorry for the taste." The reddish blob conglomerated into a single sphere, its words barely registering to the intense headache. "Under Mario's programming, I left information that could be of use. However, it'll be… disorienting until you manage to properly sleep a bit."
Sakuya felt drowsy, and the light was beginning to fade.
"I will find you." His words resonated within her mind as everything else blurred away. "Now wake up Sakuya. The fight hasn't finished yet."
Her eyes snapped open. She was enveloped in flames, and the blinding light flashed incessantly. Everything felt hot. Everything hurt.
Slowly, she rose to her feet, trembling and weak.
Sakuya dared not look at her own body. She could smell the burnt fur and flesh, and feel the pulse of her heart against her skin. Blood oozed from countless wounds and tainted what little of her white fur remained a deep velvet.
Her adversary emerged from the shadows. "That… hurt." The word was panted out, finally registering pain in it as the four armed creature slowly rose to her feet.
She paused at the sight of Sakuya, the kitsune's tired eyes glinting with a hint of satisfaction.
"I damaged my swords." Her hands opened and clenched. "I'll have to make new ones after this."
Frowning, the dark kitsune felt images, words, and thoughts flash across her mind. They soothed the ache in her limbs, and whispers of encouragement flowed through her as single idea surfaced from the turmoil.
It took her a moment to breathe in and gather her strength before she leaped at the giant without a moment to hesitate.
She was caught midair as all four hands of the pokegirl grasped Sakuya's own. They immobilized her, the hands clamping shut around her arms and legs with a vice like grip. "You won't teleport me to the ceiling again."
"I know." Sakuya panted out, cracked lips parting into a grin. "This time... you're going into the wall."
The split second of surprise clearly showed in the feline's face as she let go. But she was not quick enough. Sakuya was still faster and more agile, and the kitsune only needed to brush against one of the four arms and the world popped out of existence.
It was only a split second to the world around them but was an eternity in her mind. They were both suspended in the void, unable to move, as reality shook in an attempt to deny Sakuya's ability. But the dark kitsune fought back, and with a shout of conviction released everything she had.
FWIP
The sound was even louder than the roar that had been unleashed on her point blank not long ago, throwing her backwards.
With a grunt she hit the ground and found herself the recipient of a growing headache that threatened to split her skull, now completely deaf as her body was barely responding at all. Sakuya managed to open her eyes to look at the wall of the arena, and only saw a limp arm jutting from the surface. Blood oozed through the cracks in the concrete around it and dripped to the floor.
Her lips broke into a weak smile as she let out a breath she hadn't been aware she had been holding in. The full brunt of the exhaustion finally kicked in.
Eyes closed, she fell unconscious and hit the ground before she could even register the event.
-+- Mario - Wednesday 30th 20:10-+-
Rubbing at his temples, Mario closed his eyes and sighed loudly, frustration clear in his face.
Corona lifted her gaze from the floor. "Didn't do what you expected?"
"I'm not managing to saturate the ink with my mana properly." He replied calmly, locking gazes with her as he used his frustration to push a feeling of deep seated anger through the bond into her head.
Corona's lips barely twitched as she grit her teeth, breathing in deeply to calm the artificial rage that welled up within her. "I fucking hate this training."
"So does Hecate." Mario commented idly, turning to look at the stoic splice pokegirl.
She sat on her knees, eyes closed as her face conveyed a perfectly calm and serene expression. But Mario knew better, he could feel through their bond how she was struggling against the feeling of sorrow he was pushing into her.
For a moment, Mario had to struggle to not let either of them detect the pride he had at how far the training had gotten them. At the beginning it had been a mess.
Turning back to the half-burnt piece of paper that was still smoking, he shook his head. "I can't saturate the ink with my mana properly." Mario muttered again. "It's like trying to make a micro-processor with lead rather than gold. It's… viable, given a set of very specific parameters, but considering I barely have any mana to use... it's neither practical nor possible for me."
He motioned at Hecate. "Being a magic-type, she can dump enough into it that the magic would flow easily…" He shook his head and glanced at the two as they fought back the various feelings while locking him out of their minds. "Fine, last one and you can rest until dinner. Stand up."
"Shit." Corona muttered as she saw the look in his eyes.
Mario stood up from his chair and straightened his back. The trainer then looked down at the both of them and squared his shoulders. "All you have to do is say 'no' three times."
He focused his consciousness through the bond into both their minds, and sensed their frustration and nervousness. Breathing in, he steeled his resolve before mentally pressing down on their psyches' with a feeling of power and overwhelming domination.
Both girls reacted instantly as their bodies became stiff.
"Kneel."
Hecate and Corona didn't move.
"No." They spoke at the same time, both of their jaws tightening immediately after.
Mario grinned faintly, adding a sense of hopeless struggle as he pressed harder against their thoughts.
"Kneel." He repeated ever so calmly.
"No." Corona blurted it out and quickly clenched her jaw shut again.
This time Hecate twitched hard, her head lowering ever slightly before her neck abruptly tensed and froze her head in place. "No…" Her voice was weaker, and it almost went unheard.
Taking another breath, he placed one hand on each of their shoulders respectively as he felt them half-jerk away from the surprise.
There was a part of Mario that felt elation at how Hecate's defenses suddenly presented a crack of weakness as the surprise made her mental walls wobble. That same part felt frustration at Corona's iron curtain that was keeping him from fully detecting any weakness in her determination.
He wasn't going to make it easy for them however. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he gave his command one last time. "Kneel for me."
As he spoke, he stabbed at Hecate's consciousness with sharp concentration while he threw at Corona every memory of when he had taken her naked supple body in the rough way she most enjoyed.
The reaction was much more intense than the previous two times. Hecate suddenly clutched at her knees, managing to keep herself barely standing as her legs quaked beneath her. "No." She gasped out, her whole body shuddering at the effort.
Corona had a similar reaction, though her thighs were tightly clenched and she bit her lip containing a moan.
He left Hecate's mind and then focused entirely on Corona as they locked gazes. "You haven't said no yet." He bemusedly reminded her.
As he was preparing a second wave, the pinielf's mind suddenly uncoiled itself from behind the tight barrier it had kept to defend itself. The psychic backlash sped back through the bond and right into Mario's brain like a speeding bullet.
The tamer blinked as he suddenly found himself sprawled on the floor with a splitting headache. He had to focus for a moment to realize he was gazing up at Corona. The pinielf looking back at him was oozing satisfaction and confidence from her grin despite the sweat beading her brow and her lack of breath.
Taking full advantage of his prone position and not allowing her deep golden eyes to break contact from his own, she straddled his hips and lowered her face so close their noses could almost touch.
"No." She huskily whispered, tracing a finger down his scarred cheek before forcing him into a quick kiss.
Breaking off, she leaned back and leered at Mario even more smugly. "Unless you plan on having me for tonight, of course."
The second of silence that followed as quickly broken by Mario as he chuckled. The trainer then grasped at the sides of her head and carefully stroked her long elven ears before pulling her into a second short kiss. "You'd have to ask Hecate first, it's her night after all."
Turning to look at Hecate, she turned the glare she had been directing at Corona into a pout as she looked at Mario. Begging in her eyes was a silent plea.
"Though I take it she'd rather not share, so you'll have to wait to yours."
Relief crossed Hecate's expression as Corona just shook her head and shot him one last leer before standing up. "Your loss."
With a quick shrug, she left the room. As soon as she was out the door, Hecate muttered something under her breath. The air in the room felt thicker as a familiar tingle told Mario she had just cast a privacy spell.
"She did that on purpose." The splice growled, crossing her arms as she flopped onto a chair. "She's being mean."
Shaking his head, Mario kept himself on the cool floor and grabbed a handful of paper to begin drawing. "She's much more direct with what she wants, it's how she is."
Glancing at her deepening pout, he rolled his eyes. "Though if you think my decision was unfair, tell me and I'll consider changing it." Mario huffed loudly as he noticed her avoiding eye contact. "If it's her personality you're having a problem with, either speak with her or learn to deal with it."
"You prefer her over me, don't you?"
Her tone of voice had an disquieting edge, something that wasn't quite right and that whispered of danger. Mario looked over his shoulder at the splice and her forced neutral expression. Though she initially held his gaze with her intense green eyes, it took only a second before she turned to look the other way, frustration bubbling to the surface.
"I had this exact same conversation with her earlier today." He spoke calmly, returning to his rune drawing. "And I'll tell you what I told her. I'm not going to be a mediator; I'd rather you solve whatever problem you may have on your own. But if at any time I feel your… squabble could put someone at risk, I will take measures to stop it from happening again."
Mario pushed aside irritated thoughts regarding who in their right mind would think that it was a good idea to give teenagers the responsibility of having to handle a group of super-powered women. Even more so when the aforementioned super-beings had been built with a near instinctive need to seek out as much as they could from their preferred 'partner'.
Then again, the whole set-up had been made bearing in mind not that many pokegirls (or tamers for that matter) actually made it to their thirties.
Now that he thought about it, he had read somewhere that the second most common cause of death aside from getting mauled by ferals was from simply not taking the proper precautions when fucking the aforementioned super-beings.
Quickly shaking the mental train away, he turned towards the privacy spell that had been put up and focused. A dim bluish shimmer appeared around him for a split second. When it died out, the spell Hecate had put up vanished with it.
"Ugh." He grunted, shaking his head from the drowsiness that had swept over him. "Without my staff this is a whole lot harder to do."
Mario noticed Hecate looking at him worriedly and felt her mind touch his as she tried to use the bond to give him some of her energy, but he hastily blocked her attempt.
"I need to get used to it. I can't be expecting you to give me some of your mana every time I get low on it." He muttered, not quite taking the concern from her face even though she had backed off.
In the silence that followed, a low beeping sound was heard from outside the room. Hecate became tense and Mario's eyes narrowed.
"Perimeter breach." He muttered, raising his voice. "Corona?"
No sooner had her name been spoken the door to the room opened. "I can't sense anything." She responded, putting on a leather vest. "Either magical concealment or a dark type."
Mario was already heading towards the source of the sound. "Verde and Jade?"
"They haven't come back from the pond yet."
Closing his eyes for a moment, Mario felt his bond with the two pokegirls and eased just marginally as it was clear neither was currently in any form of danger. Pushing against them, he felt their mostly relaxed and concentrated thoughts give way only a second after realizing it was him. 'Someone's tripped the detection spells.'
There was a momentary pause as their thoughts shifted towards edginess. 'We're on our way. Know anything?' Verde asked tersely.
'Could be a feral, Corona can't pick them up though.' He replied, putting on the pokepack and testing the straps. Mario looked at Hecate as she began to interact with the glowing orange orb that was currently floating in the middle of the living room.
The orb turned red.
Immediately, there was the sound of glass breaking and several things happening at the same time.
The first was that all heads swivelled towards the large window as a vicious black wind shredded everything on its way straight towards Mario.
The second was that the red orb of light exploded outwards and towards the window, the energy impacting and stopping the black wind dead in its tracks.
As this happened, Corona shoved Mario away from the window and towards the kitchen, and Hecate had blindly thrown a bolt of red lightning out the window towards where she had guessed the black wind had originated from.
In the instant of silence that had followed, there was the sound of a distinct metallic click, and Mario's eyes turned towards the two white and red spheres that had somehow rolled behind them at some point of the interaction.
'Scratch that.' He added, seeing the pokeballs burst out in red light as their occupants were released. 'We're under attack.'
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-SAKUYA (Dark Kitsune)(MISSING)
-VERDE (Hun)(Alpha)
-CORONA (Pinielf)
-JADE (Marylith; aka: Eelara, Laplass)
-HECATE (G-Splice)
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(Author's Replies)
None of the first chapter.
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(Writers comments)
I'm BACK!
Been slightly longer that I'd anticipated, but I'm BACK!
Had TMF (TheMysticalFett) scold me a bit since it's clear my 'vacation' had me get a bit rusty, so he's had more corrections to do than originally anticipated. I'm pretty certain it would've been impossible to get this out as well as it has without him :P
Now to the other important bits... I'm BACK! (Won't get tired of saying that).
Chapters for the time being are NOT on a regular schedule, my life's being a mess for various reasons and until we can get a backlog up and running I won't make promises of having a chapter out every other Friday. Also, I'm thinking of making them longer, so maybe the better option for this second part of the series will be monthly... will have to do some tests first.
Story-wise, over a week has gone by and Mario's decided he's not going to take shit any more.
Dream Time (as I think was clear by now) is a technique that lets you go into your own mind-scape (or those of others) and spend there a whole lot of time while in reality only a couple minutes have gone by. Now imagine it, maybe your body remains the same because it all happens inside your head... but you could learn and do a whole lot of things inside your own head if given the time, something Dream-Time gives you plenty of... and Mario's been busy. If nothing else, having Sakuya be kidnapped from him has made him start to abuse the shit out of what little he has at his disposal... the full results of which you'll find out eventually.
No, he's not super powered, he can't go on a fist/magic fight toe to toe against a pokegirl and win. He's weak... and THAT is his advantage.
Sakuya hasn't been sitting idly either. She's yet to attempt an escape but she's not given up on looking for an opportunity. The time she's spent there has changed her though, perhaps for the better perhaps for the worse, another thing you'll have to wait to find out... also, Ranko and Jack will appear on the next chapter, both of which will be having a bit more... active roll on this part of the series (I'm such a tease).
Hope you enjoyed it! Will have the next chapter up as soon as I can, and with any luck also an estimate as to what timetable I'll be following from then on.
For those new to the series, a couple comments that popped up on the previous one that I'd like to clear out:
Firstly, Mari and Mario are not the same character... I'm just unfortunately ungifted when it comes to making names and now that it's been out and about I can't just change it (I could, but I'd get confused).
Secondly, Mario is not "Super Mario", he's just a guy from our world (just a fragile and weak human) that got dragged into the pokegirl one.
Thirdly... and to clear out the issue about pokegirls... most if I've implied at some point in the story, but the basics of it are:
A) About 300 years ago a mad scientist created them to fight humanity, but added a weakness into the design (whether it was intentional or not is unknown) where they need regular sex with humans to remain sane. They don't have sex and they'll eventually go "Feral", a state in which they mostly follow their instincts and are unable of coherent thought (and the only way to get out of it being sex with a human (It doesn't matter if the human is male or female)).
B) Once having regular sex with a human (AKA: being "Tamed") a psychic bond of sorts is created. The pokegirl's mind is slightly altered to accept her partner as her most important priority, and the stronger the bond the more she will defend aforementioned partner to the death (though how she reacts to this desire is also dependent on her breed and personality). The strength of these are (in order) Alpha-Delta-Recognition... the third being a special case that I won't even bother bringing up.
C) For humans with a genetically strong enough pokegirl ancestry (pokegirls can have both human and pokegirl offspring) they could be born with "Blood gifts/curses" that could make them stronger or weaker (such as being able to see in the dark or being incredibly weak when under direct sunlight...).
However, for human women, they're likelier to be at risk of suffering what's commonly known as "Threshold" during their puberty and turn into a pokegirl (normal pokegirl rules apply after that). There are other less-common ways to turn humans (of either gender) into pokegirls as well such as a "Love-Ball" which'll capture any human with pokegirl ancestry and force them to transform... or Jusenkyo cursed water... yeah, that one came from "Ranma 1/2", with the variation that it's permanent.
That's about it really, more information could be easily found through google searching "Pokegirl FAQ" or the like. I could post a separate entry detailing the greater details of the pokegirl universe if enough people are interested, but just keep in mind the official site has a pokedex with over 700 pokegirl entries in it as well as primers and a whole bunch of specifics regarding the various leagues and the timeline following how the crazy scientist known as "Sukebe" turned the world on its head.