A/N: This is a Pokégirl story. You have been warned.
Co-written and edited with/by The Immortal Doctor Reid, although he's too embarrassed to host it on his profile. And to have his name mentioned in this. D'oh well!
I must've been 18 when I began this journey of mine.
I looked back at my family, as they gave me and my two 'Girls a wave of goodbye. I stared long and hard at the little ranch slash beachside house my parents had fought for and sighed, as I wouldn't be seeing it – wouldn't be in the comfort of home for a while.
Maybe I should've prefaced this with something less cliché.
My name is Thomas Wilson. No one ever calls me Thomas except mum, and that was only when she was pissed at me. The two standing by my side had taken to calling me Tommy.
The one on my left, the girl with the cowbell around her neck, is Maya. She's a Milktit that was born around the same time I was, in the family's ranch. Ever since I'd been tasked with milking her, I was enamoured. Thankfully, Maya was, too, and my parents gave ownership of her to me when I was 16.
About a year after that, I decided I wanted to be a tamer. Coming from the Orange League, it wasn't just signing forms and being patted on the head as I walked away.
I was brought to a camp for a few weeks, being physically trained and psychologically tested, all so I could be a tamer and travel the world. Halfway through training, we were sent into a forest to fend for ourselves and capture our "first" Pokegirl.
That's where I met the Charamanda to my right, Carrie. She was scuttling around the forest and pounced at me, pinning me down and trying to bite at me. Then I caught her gaze and she stopped.
Long story short, Carrie was happy to join my harem, and I was happy to let her.
"Bye, mister and missus Wilson!" Carrie called out jubilantly, waving to my parents. I gave her a look, noticing that she was beaming with excitement for the journey ahead.
Carrie had fiery orange hair, which was a shade darker than my own. She was around five and a half feet tall, with perky C-cup breasts, and a body that was coated in a plethora of scales, leaving her face and belly uncovered and human-like. She had a tight, small ass with a reptilian tail that stuck out of above it. At the tip of her tail was a flickering red flame that surprisingly hadn't burnt my house down yet, at the time of leaving. She had a cute face, and a nose that'd scrunch adorably every time she went deep into thought. Her muscular definition traced lines pointing towards her impossibly warm sex, which made me shiver in remembrance. Carrie wore a pair of knee-length shorts with plenty of pockets, and a hole for her tail, and a simple shirt that cut off just below her bellybutton. Carrie did not like to wear a bra.
Tears rolled down Maya's eyes as she waved to her mother, Lillie, who'd come to see her off as well.
"Goodbye, guys. Love you all!" She cried, leading us to take the first steps on our journey.
Maya, as I got a good look at her, had shoulder-length, brown hair, with one braid in it which had a little trinket from her mother twisted into it. Her breasts continually varied in size, depending how much milk she was carrying at the time, but she never went below a B-cup. She was wearing an unremarkable getup which did little to hide her cleavage.
Not that I was complaining.
Um… Where was I? Ah, yes.
After training, I received my license, and caught word of a tournament held annually, one which caught mine and several hundred other tamer's eyes.
The Annual Rejuvenation Tournament. It was designed to stimulate economies worldwide, by encouraging beginner tamers to branch out to different continents and acquire strong Pokegirls. The tamers, rich from selling their unwanted, captured Pokegirls, or battles with other tamers, would come to towns around the world and spend their credits on equipment and stones and supplies, giving life to places with barely any left.
It had been held for a few years, so to keep things fresh, they had a new "gimmick" every year. Last year, it was that the final tournament was held in a rapidly changing battlefield, designed so that tamers were encouraged to prepare their Pokegirls for any situation.
Year before that, it was that everybody had to have at least one Pokegirl caught in the home League fighting with them in each round.
Monitored battles would be held every two months in allocated gyms around the continents to thin the numbers, and in September, the remaining contestants would travel to a designated International Meeting Point to finish off the tournament.
First place won the title of "Rejuvenation Champion", plus one hundred million credits.
Second place won twenty-five million credits, and third won ten million.
And that brings us to where I am now. At this current moment, I'm leaving to a ship, which will take me to the International Meeting Point. I gave one last wave and goodbye to my parents before I took off on the road, with my two Pokegirls beside me.
Maya's bell gently rang in the warm wind that rushed in from the sea.
Carrie's tail endlessly sizzled and cracked behind her swaying with the quietest of "whooshes".
"You okay? Want me to get you anything before we leave?" I asked Maya, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder as she rested her head on me and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"…Can I get a little pack of lollies?" She asked meekly. I kissed the top of her head and smiled down at her.
"Sure. Carrie, you want anything?" I asked the excitable Charamanda.
"A bag of peppers?" She asked. I gave her a nod, and she smiled, leaning in to give me a little peck. We weren't too far from the docks, and no doubt the docks weren't too far from a little shack where we could get some "supplies".
'This is going to be a long boat ride.' I thought to myself, eager to begin the journey that awaited me.
(Somewhere in the Blue League)
"Wake up, Sugarballs!" The excitable, girlish cry of my Trixie's voice pierced my eardrum, pulling me from my slumber as always; groaning and complaining.
"Come on, Thalia, just a couple minutes!" I whined in tone of voice not befitting a young man of my age.
Thalia's grin widened as she shook her head like a can of soda. "No can do, Benny-boy! We got to get the ship to the Tournament starting point!" She insisted, humping my stomach to get her point across.
"That was today?" I asked, the bright light of morning forcing my drowsy mind awake.
"Yeah, we need to pack our bags, hit the road, batten the hatches, swab the poopdeck!"
I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. "We have at least two hours to get to the port, we're fine!"
Thalia opened her mouth to protest, absolutely abhorring my lethargic nature, being the energetic ball of action she was, before cutting herself off, turning around to face my bedroom door.
"Your wife!" She whispered dramatically, holding a hand to her forehead. "She comes! I must flee!" And with that the blonde Trixie opened the bedroom window, jumping out headfirst.
Knowing that a pokegirl's hearing was leagues better than my own, I braced for impact. Seconds later, a whirling dervish of black fur and tanned skin appeared, frantically sniffing the air with her cute little black nose until her eyes locked on mine.
"She was here, wasn't she?" It wasn't really a question. Thalia's little game of "Hide the Trixie" had been going on as long as I could remember.
I fixed a confused look on my face.
"She who?"
"You know who! Her!" Cana, my Doggirl, pouted in anger. "Why can't she stay away from you, master?"
"I have no idea who you're talking about." I replied with a well-practiced poker face.
Cana growled lowly, then walked over to my bed, climbed under the covers and settled her furry body on top of my own. "She won't get you if I stay here. I'll protect you from her, I promise, master!" She declared with fierce protectiveness in her shining brown eyes.
"Yeah, love you too." I responded, taking her in my arms.
Back story time, I think. Cana was the daughter of my father's Hound. She was a dear friend as a child and she had made me promise that she would be my first pokegirl when I became a Tamer, so I obliged.
And I did love her dearly. She was loyal and protective, like any good Doggirl, joining me when I left my parent's home for my current residence.
She stood at about five foot three, unusual for a Doggirl, but I chalked it up to her tall mother. She had the deepest pair of chocolate eyes, short, soft black fur that covered her forearms and shins with a pair of ears on top of her long spiky hair and a tail that poked out over her cute little ass.
What wasn't covered by fur, revealed tanned, unblemished skin, turned a light brown from our frequent walks outside and Cana's love of outdoors sex.
At the centre of her chest was a small tuft of black and white fur that covered the top halves of her breasts. There weren't small, a decent B-cup, but not quite a C-cup either.
How I met my sexy little jester was a different story.
I'd met Thalia when I was six. I was frolicking in the backyard of my house as normal children do, until I stumbled outside our property and onto the fringe of a Buzzbreast hive. I stood there, shocked, looking at a few of them ceaselessly travel in and out of the hive. I don't know if it was the Buzzqueen who'd attempted to lure me in with a hypnotising attack, but I was almost entranced and immobile.
Then, one of them caught my eye. It gave me a menacing sneer, and charged at me, thankfully not alerting any of her sisters in the hive.
I thought I was dead, done for. But then, from nowhere, in a mark of stupid luck, a Trixie appeared from my side and used a Flash, followed by a Quick Attack.
Turns out, she was a feral and wandering the countryside, as ferals did. But the odd thing was that we were Recognition-bonded.
It was love at first sight, if I knew what love was at six years old.
After that incident, Thalia picked me up and ran far away from the hive. She'd come to live with me, as my thank you to her.
I kept her a secret from my parents for a year or two, though, but they found out after realising I was eating in my room way too much for it to be normal teen angst.
Thalia was everything to me, my first love, first kiss, handjob, blowjob. Pretty much anything to do with sex, Thalia was there.
The day I started puberty must have been the happiest day of her merry life. There was nothing quite like a gleeful pokegirl bursting from cake wearing nothing but a smile and a whipped cream bikini with a banner that read "Congrats On The Boner!"
My grandmother can't stand Thalia. After all, she baked the cake. I do admit, she really should have waited until Grandma left, but hey, she'd been waiting six and a half years at that point. Cut her some slack!
My sweet little Trixie was five foot four, with sparkling emerald eyes that were always smiling. She had a lithe, toned body that always made me crave more of her, a pair of small C-cups with perfectly pink nipples that blended with her peach-coloured skin.
Her slim waist and curvy hips led to two very strong, sexy legs, that were flexible enough to pull off a perfect split and show off her round, hard as steel ass and baby-smooth cunt.
Thalia and Cana were my only pokegirls, having gotten my Tamer's license only a few months before.
Up until lately, I've been content with training my girls with the low-level ferals of the surrounding area, but now we sought a real challenge.
I caught word of this tournament, the Rejuvenation Tournament from a family friend who'd expressed interest in going, and thought it might've be what we were looking for. The ship Thalia mentioned earlier was the ship that would take us to the International Meeting Point for the tournament.
An hour later, we were ready, bags packed, breakfast eaten, last minute preparations made. I had rented my home to my cousin, on the condition that he didn't burn it down or something stupid. He would be by later that day to move in and knew where to find the key.
As Cana and I made our way towards the port town that would begin our adventure, I couldn't help but laugh at the scene we came across not long after we left my small house.
A Trixie wearing a fake moustache lay in the middle of the road, lamenting the tragic, yet fictional events of her life.
"Oh, woe is me! What terrible circumstances have brought me here! My family - eaten by ravenous Bunnygirls! My food - eaten by Bunnygirls that weren't starving, but they could eat, I guess! My clothes - it's really hot and I've forgotten where I've put them! Oh, what a world, what a world!"
Cana growled as a familiar scent struck her nostrils.
"You!" She barked at Thalia.
"Oh, is the end of moi? Never to know true love's first kiss? Never to see the majestic full moon rise over the icy tundras of the north? Never to complete that crossword I started last year? Please, kind sir, save me from this savage beast!" Thalia cried, her hammy acting making it hard to breathe as I doubled over laughing.
"Here," I eventually offered her clothes that she left in my bedroom. "I hope they fit!"
"Oh! My maiden's heart doth flutter! This simple act of kindness a refreshing breeze that gives wing to the butterfly of my soul as it flaps regally over the southern... Southern... Ah, screw it!" Thalia broke character and hopped into my arms, still buck naked. I'm gonna nap in my pokeball, Ben. Let me know when we get to the ship!"
She grabbed her pokeball and disappeared in a red light, leaving me with a still-growling Cana. "Master... Something you want to say?" Her prominent canines shone sharply in the morning sunshine.
I stood there for a second before formulating a response.
"I caught a Trixie?"
Cana stood still, her only movement being the flexing of her sharp claws.
"...Yay?" I added weakly.
This was going to be one long fucking ship ride.
(On the ship)
Maya sighed. She was looking out the back of the ship we'd boarded not too long ago. I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my head on her shoulder. Carrie had taken to resting in her ball as soon as the ship had begun its course.
"Don't worry, babe. We'll be back here, soon enough." I reassured her, kissing her cheek and burying my head in the crook of her neck. She wrapped an arm back around me awkwardly and sighed again.
I turned her around and enveloped her in a hug, letting her cry a little bit more as she was hugging my chest tightly. For a while, we stared at home and watched it fade, as I tried my best to rub her back soothingly.
"Maya?" She sniffed and looked up at me.
"Y-yeah?"
"Love you." I said, giving the cowgirl a little peck. She smiled at me, easing the tension.
"Love you too, Tommy." She said back, before kissing me, her lips lingering and leaving her familiar taste on my tongue. Maya traced one finger down my torso towards my groin. I gave her a questioning look, and she bit her lip cutely.
I knew what she was implying. How was I supposed to say no?
"Come on, let's go back to our room. I know how to get your mind off things." I said, grabbing her hand and leading her back to our cabin. Her bell jingled quietly as we darted past the gatherings of people admiring the view of Orange League's coast.
Then, we arrived in the small cabin we'd booked. A plain room with a medium sized bed, bathroom, and table. Maya came in behind me, and closed the door. I smiled, and gave her a small, polite kiss. She deepened it, and wrapped her tongue around mine, her eyes staring half-lidded into my own. I reached a hand down her trousers and rubbed against her lips with my index and middle fingers, before slowly inserting them inside her. She gripped me tightly and gasped as I began fingering her slowly, before I withdrew said intrusions.
"Something different? Hmm… I wonder what you'd like…" I teased, laying her down and taking her shirt off, revealing her slightly swollen tits. She had the loveliest pink nipples I'd ever seen, with an areola around them I could fit my mouth around perfectly. She must've gotten impatient with all my staring, as she forced my head down to her ample cleavage.
I took her left breast in my mouth and began sucking, her milk expressing and dripping. I pinched her right nipple with one hand and wrapped around her with my other. She wrapped her legs around me and began massaging my scalp.
It wasn't too long before I could hear her stifling her moans. I swirled my tongue around her nipple before letting the marvellous breast pop out of my mouth. I took a look at her and smiled. I then saw her other breast, with milk spilling out a little. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked and licked endlessly, my body shivering with the glorious taste of her milk.
Normal people'd call it an addiction, but truth be told milking Maya was a bonding experience for the both of us, and it was extremely rich in vitamins I hadn't even heard of. I drank the last few drops, sucking and pulling away from her breast, letting it pop out of my mouth. I swallowed Maya's milk and drifted down to kiss her passionately. Her tongue swirled in my mouth, trying to lick clean the remnants.
That's when I felt my body heat up and my eyes widen. I slowly broke away from our heated kiss and stared at her with flaring eyes. She winked at me and cooed.
"Y-you used the-"
"Yep, used the Lust Draft, and Stamina Draft." She said, pointing to her left breast, then right, smiling cutely. My body tensed greatly and I sighed as I felt the effects of her milk take place.
I quite literally tore her pants off and stared longingly at her moist pussy, before plundering her depths with my tongue. She gasped and arched her back, her hands back on my head and pushing my face deeper into her crotch. I began and finished licking her quickly, intending only to lube her up before I began fucking her.
I pulled myself up and gave her a kiss before she wrapped her legs around my waist – giving me the "okay". I inserted myself within her, her walls gripping tightly and not letting go. Made it harder, but I managed. Intense thrusts followed after that, and I was managing to tire Maya out, thanks to the Stamina Draft.
I released inside her sometime after that, watching as she writhed and squirmed under my grip with her own orgasmic releases.
"Oh, Tommy!" She moaned into my ear, trying to get a rise out of me. I hugged her close I picked up my pace again, and began softly nibbling on her ear.
I pulled out and pressed her tits together, before thrusting between them. Maya lolled her tongue out and shyly licked the tip of my cock as it thrust upwards, drawing me ever closer to release. I exploded over her pretty face, and smiled at her cute blush; hidden under a layer of my cum.
That was when I heard the sound of a pokeball releasing.
"Tom… The fuck, mate!?" Carrie asked, stretching, then leaping at me.
(Some time later)
"Oh fucking damn!" Carrie cried, letting her head fall limp on my chest as I thrust into her, Maya tonguing my balls languidly.
I brought her head up to take her in a one sided kiss, my tongue wrapping around hers, making her shiver as an orgasm wracked its way through her body – sending calming signals to her mind. She heaved, gasping for air, before sliding off me and getting down to the same level as Maya.
She grasped my length and eyed it with lust, before sucking as lazily as Maya did.
Yeah, it was going to be a long fucking boat ride.
(On a different ferry…)
"I said that I was sorry!" I repeated for the thousandth time that hour.
Sitting on the bunk of my room in the ferry that would carry us to the International Meeting Point of the Rejuvenation Tournament, was myself, Ben Raphael, the dashing hero of this tale, Thalia, my pretty little Trixie, and on the floor sat my usually sweet Doggirl, Cana.
Though she was slightly upset at being the butt of a joke that had lasted a good twelve years, she seemed intent on giving me and Thalia a good view, seeing as her head was buried in her folded arms and her small behind was sticking in the air, showing off her rump and furry pussy.
"Hmph!" Cana hmph'd, ignoring me and the naked Trixie in my lap. "You're so mean to me, Master!"
"C'mon, sweetie, don't act so uptight! It was just a running gag!" Thalia attempted to justify her joke.
A small growl came from Cana, apparently she wasn't in a laughing mood. "Don't talk to me, giggle bitch!" She snarled. "It's not fair! You're Master's Recognition Partner and you saved his life when his was a kid! Why couldn't that be me!"
Shifting Thalia off my lap, I picked up Cana and lay her on the bed next to us. "Cana, I really am sorry." I emphasised, as I began to stroke her belly and tits. Like a few breeds of canine and vulpine pokegirls, her stomach was a minor erogenous zone and also had the added effect of relaxing her. "Is there anything this silly old Master can do for you to make it up?"
Yes, I was laying it on thick.
Maybe it was because I knew Cana and Thalia since I was young, or maybe because I had a high empathy rating and didn't know, or maybe it was because of the way my family treated pokegirls, (Cana's mother was treated more like a mistress than a pet) but I was never the type who could treat pokegirls like Pre-Subeke animals.
If Cana was unhappy, I was unhappy because I couldn't stand Cana being unhappy. So if I had to kiss ass (and hopefully some other places) to make it up to her, I would.
"Tame me and I'll accept your apology." Came her very reasonable request.
"Aright, lie down on my chest." I told her, moving her body onto mine.
"Why? Why not from behind, Master? I like it like that." Cana asked curiously, knowing that I knew that she preferred doggy-style.
"I know, but you might like this idea I've got." I replied, sending a conspiring look at Thalia, who was already unbuckling my belt and undoing the zip on my jeans.
"Hey! Master's taming me! Wait your turn, giggle bitch!" Cana shouted heatedly at the Trixie taking my cock in her mouth.
"Don't worry, sweetie, I'm just the fluffer. I'm only getting Benny ready for you." Thalia's tongue licked my up and down like a lollipop, pulling it out of her mouth now and then to dribble thick globs of spit down the length of my dick. "Just for reference, Ben likes it nice and sloppy. You do it okay, but not as good as me."
"What does that mean? Has she been watching you tame me?"
"Yeah, but don't worry about it." I assured her. "Now we can all tame each other."
"Yeah, okay, Master." She spoke hesitantly, she didn't really look like she enjoyed the idea, I'd have to talk to her about that.
Cana lowered herself slowly, getting used to the unusual position and the new way her vaginal walls were being stretched out. She moaned softly and whimpered at my penetration. "Master..." She whispered in such a desperately lustful tone that my cock gave a strong lurch in her soft, warm pussy.
"That's it, puppy, just relax," I told her, soothingly massaging her back and moving down towards her ass. I cupped her cheeks and used the leverage to gently bounce her up and down my shaft, small grunts coming from both of us.
Thalia sat to the side, contentedly fingering her pussy and waiting for my signal to join in. "Yeah, sweetie! Ride your Master's dick!" She whooped, watching Cana and I as Cana planted her feet on either side of the matress, pushing back down against me roughly.
Cana lay foward, her tits pressed against my chest, her cute little tongue lolling out past her black lips and trying to plant slobbery kisses on my neck in a lusty daze.
I grabbed Cana's ass a little harder, slowly pulling her cheeks apart under the pretence of kneading them, showing off her tail hole to Thalia who sat between my knees.
Giving me a salacious smile, she leaned forward, lifting Cana's tail straight up and burying her tongue in Cana's ass.
Cana stiffened in my arms, letting out a long whine. "Master! She's - uh - p-play- Oh, fuck!" She tried to get out, but was prevented by the slick, agile tongue licking her taint and ass.
"What's she doing, Cana?" I urged her, purposely bucking my hips harder into her cunt.
"She's licking my ass!" Cana shouted in embarrassment and disbelief.
"How is she, Thalia?" I asked as casually as I could, still furiously humping Cana up and down, little squeaks and gasps of pleasure coming from her mouth.
"Mm, she's tasty, Ben! But I think I got a little hair in my teeth?" Thalia replied, trying to suck the hair out of her mouth.
"Don't ruin your appetite. You're gonna get a nice cream pie soon."
"Yay! I always wanted a cream pie!" She cheered, turning back to Cana's asshole. "Think warm thoughts, sweetie, my hand's are a little cold..." Thalie giggled, wiggling a finger into Cana's sphincter.
"Eeeee!" She squealed loudly into the air, trying to get her ass away from the probing digit. "Stop! I don't like it!"
"Shh! Ben needs you nice and relaxed if he's gonna fuck you there!" Thalia said in her best Nursejoy voice, soft but with an air of authority.
"My ass! My ass! Master in my ass!" Cana began to chant as her hips went even faster.
"That's right, sweetie. You're gonna have come dripping from your mouth, pussy and ass, just like big sis Thalia!" She eased another slender finger inside of Cana and increased the pace, fingering the poor Doggirl in unison with my thrusts into her cunt.
"You want that, Cana?" I whispered in her ear. "You want me to fuck your ass? I bet you'd like cum flowing from two holes, wouldn't you? And I bet you'd love Thalia licking your pussy as well as your asshole. Make the mean Trixie pay you back?"
Cana nodded her head pittifully. "I want you in my ass, Master..."
"Eager, ain't cha, sweetie?" Thalia mocked, ignoring Cana's slightly pained grunt as a third finger sank up to the knuckle inside of her tail hole. "Ben's gonna break that sexy little ass of your's if you don't do it right. So let big sister Thalia take care of you and I'll give you asshole another nice, long kiss when he's done, okay?"
Cana tried to growl, but was cut off by a sharp spanking. "Uh-uh-uh! Don't upset the 'girl who can shove her fist inside you, sweetie! That's rule one of anal!"
"There are rules?" I raised an eyebrow, feeling my balls contract. I wouldn't last long, not with the sounds Cana was making and certainly not with the way Thalia was fondling them with her small, free hand.
"Probably? Maybe that's not rule one of the official anal sex rules... But it's most likely in the first ten. In fact, that's a good rule in general!" She nodded, digging her slightly sharp nails into my sensitive sac.
Thalia began to kiss and nibble Cana's ass. "It'll feel good, don't worry. You and I know he's thick, but he'll slide inside your pipe like it was made to be a cum dump." She soothed her. "When you're face down, screaming into the pillow... Really makes you feel like a dumb little Bimbo. Just... Like... A cum-hungry... Bitch!" She emphasised each pause by slowly pulling out one of the four fingers now inside Cana, making a popping noise with her lips each time.
Cana whimpered, her hand flying back to her ass, desperate to refill her gaping hole. "Master in my ass! Master in my ass! Master in my ass!" She screamed into my chest, furiously fingering her ass.
Thalia reclined by my feet, raising her arms into the air, her blonde hair and perky tits bouncing. "Congrats! It's a butt slut!"
The next couple of hours passed with the Thalia and Cana getting used to being tamed together. Thalia got her cream pie, sucking my cum out of Cana while I screwed her ass, doggy-style, of course.
She eventually returned the favour, her long tongue licking out Thalia's gooey snatch while the Trixie deep-throated me. She may have gotten a little too rough, and Thalia was going to have those bite marks on her ass for a while, but it was all in fun.
Then, they decided a truce, laying on top of another, Cana's dark furred slit, matted with jizz, looked wonder under Thalia's cum-glazed cunt as I reamed her ass again before finishing in Thalia's pussy.
An hour or two later, we were lying in bed, me up one end, Thalia and Cana down the other, both of them complaining that the other was being too greedy with my dick.
"Come oooon, sweetie! Give big sister Thalia some dick! You've been sucking it for twenty minutes!" Thalia whined.
"I'm never calling you that! Besides you sucked his cum from my ass and pussy! You had way more than me!"
"Bu-but!" Thalia whimpered, her full lips trembling. "But I only got to suck him off twice!"
"Cana," I spoke attempting to keep order, despite having half the blood that should be supplying oxygen to my brain down south. "If I cum in your mouth, will you share?"
Cana's ears drooped slightly. "Yes, Master..."
"Thalia, if Cana shares, will you feed her some cum from your pussy?"
"Sigh!" She said, instead of, I don't know, actually sighing. "Okay! God! You're not my real dad!"
"Good girls! Sisters shouldn't fight." I said, lying back down, having prevent a disaster of not-having-my-dick-sucked proportions.
"See? Even Ben says we're sisters! Now let big sis Thalia kiss you in your no-no place! It's okay if it's sisters!"
"He means harem-sisters, giggle bitch!" Cana bit back.
I put my arms behind my head and sighed in contentment. This was going to be one great, long, fucking boat ride.
(Some time later)
I'd finally gotten off the damn boat. It'd been about a week at sea, half of which I was confined to a bed for, taming Maya and Carrie restlessly. I was literally given enough space to stretch and sigh happily, being troughed from one tropical environment to another.
We'd made it to the island.
Must've been some time in the afternoon – with a few hours until the sun would set and things would get dangerous. I set off to the general direction of everybody else, keen on finding a hotel and sleeping heavily.
I saw so many others conversing cheerily to each other like they hadn't been run ragged over the past week.
'Ugh. People.' I thought to myself. Had a mate who was like these guys here. Drove me up the fucking walls.
I wasn't struggling to stay awake, but the afternoon sun hitting me constantly and consistently as our impromptu group shuffled to a nearby town didn't help a bit.
I sighed, and heard Maya yawn to the right of me. I pulled her ball out and beckoned her attention.
"Want to rest?" I asked her. It was good to see her pretty much over leaving home. She finished her yawn and nodded. She gave me a peck on the cheek before disappearing into the red beam of light. As soon as Maya vanished, I felt Carrie sling her arms around my neck as we walked.
"Good. Now I have you all to myself, young Tommy…" She tiredly whispered into my ear. I chuckled and turned to kiss her. She turned me around further and deepened the kiss, letting me tangle with her hot mouth.
"Well, thanks, Carrie. Now all I want to do is find a hotel so we can fuck." I said, not too politely. Carrie whined in a fake manner and pouted at me.
"Well, come on now – why can't we just do it here?" She asked, sending my hand down her shorts. I growled at her, and turned to face her fully.
"Because I don't want anyone to see your perfect body but me, love. You're mine. All… mine." I said to her slowly and lovingly, running my hands through her hair for added effect. I gave her a chaste kiss on the lips and continued walking. Her cheeks brightened to a shade of red, before she caught up and clung to me, slowly kissing my collarbone.
"All in due time, my little gecko." I teased, kissing her for the last time before we resumed walking to the nearest town. She whined cutely and smiled at me, latching onto my back as I held her.
It was in that moment, with Carrie sucking on my sweet spot like she was a Vampira that I pleaded to the Gods.
Why couldn't the damn town have been closer?
(Somewhere nearby, later)
A few days later, Thalia and I disembarked from the ship, sweating from the much more tropical temperature.
"Oy vey! This heat!" She declared, drearily moving through the port, bustling with other tamers and pokegirls.
I took a sip from a near empty bottle of water and sighed in agreement. "I gotta say you're right. Looks like Cana had the right idea by staying in her ball."
"And it's night! What's up with that?" She asked, waving an arm to the star-lit sky. "I'm all damp and sweaty, and not in the after happy-naked-fun-time way."
I made a noise of agreement, not particularly listening. "So," I started after taking in the surrounding area. "It's night, there seems to be at least three small hotels that will more than accommodate the number of tamers in the area. We're at least two days travel away from where we need to be and the way to it is through a pretty scary looking forest. If we leave now, we'll be tired, moving in the dark and in unfamiliar territory and we'll be there at least half a day sooner than these tamers, keeping in mind that being there early gives us no advantage."
"Should I say it, or should you say it?"
"Same time?"
"Sure."
"Hey, Thalia, my fine, psychic-dark affiliated associate?"
"Why, yes, my dear sanity stabiliser of a tamer?"
"Do you see that dark, foreboding forest past the port?"
"Indeed I do."
"Lovely night for a forest stroll, wouldn't you say?"
"Why not? After all..."
"What could possibly go wrong?" We spoke in unison, marching tiredly off into the night.
Now, the common sense of any good tamer tells them to NEVER tempt fate like we just did, but then again, I am Recognition Bonded to a Trixie.
Is common sense something you eat?
(Some time later, at night)
"Welcome to Bryghton"
We'd approached the town everyone else was heading in the direction of – some small settlement created to control the inflow of people from the Annual Rejuvenation Tournament. There were barely any permanent homes or residential buildings – primarily a slew of hotels and shops, with a few extensions beyond them to house their managers.
My eye caught a nice, homey hotel that wasn't already bursting with other tamers.
"Oh thank god." I sighed to myself, slugging Carrie over my shoulder as I began talking to the clerk.
After setting me up, the tired teen led me to my room, and sent me a good night. I gently placed the sleeping Carrie on the large bed, and released Maya, who soon fell to sleep after a quick milking.
I slept well that night, wondering what my adventure would turn out to be. Carrie's tail gave a soft glow to the dark of the room, as she hugged me tight. Maya's bell tingled softly in time with her breathing setting me to sleep swiftly.
(Nearby)
We'd set up camp, and I'd set Thalia and Cana to bed a little faster than usual, they weren't fans of their pokeballs, they preferred to sleep outside them.
My sleep, on the other hand, was interrupted. I felt a nudge, and heard some muffled, short squeaks.
"Mmmmuh… Thalia! You and your Sleeping Boy fetish." I grunted, tossing and turning. I felt another kick, sending me awake with a little anger.
"Something needs to-…" I began, sitting up and staring at my two 'Girls. Thalia yelled at me, something incoherent. This was probably due to the thick, web like substance she and Cana were encased in and gagged with. I darted my glance around to the source of this, and noticed a shadowy figure, hiding in the trees.
Slowly, I pulled out my Pokedex, switched it to "Quick Scan" mode and pointed it at the silhouette.
Spidergirl, The Wall-Crawling Pokegirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Bug/Psychic
Frequency: Uncommon
Strong Vs: Fighting, Ground, Plant, Poison
Weak Vs: Fire, Flying, Ghost, Rock
A Bug/Psychic type, huh? Just what Thalia, my strongest pokegirl happens to be weak to. What a revolting development.
I sat very still, and noticed her creep around my girls. If she was in a fighting mood, then there wasn't much we could do. Thalia was tied up, Cana was sleeping like a stone and I was human.
And unfortunately, this isn't the kind of story where the male lead gains a huge power boost to save the girls he cares about.
But, luckily, she seemed more inquisitive than anything, dropping from the canopy to nose around the still-dying embers of our camp-fire, before locking her multi-faceted eyes on mine.
By the light of the moon, I was able to get a good luck at her. She was naked, her tanned skin giving off an eerie glow. Her caramel reached down to her mid-back and looked as if something tried to hack it off with a dull knife. Her eyes looked like there were a solid light shade of brown, but if I squinted I could make out many, many eyes rolled in one, a clear sign of a Bug-type.
She crept towards me on all fours, taking her time, stepping over Thalia and Cana. She leapt back to the trees with stunning agility when I stood up and carefully made my way to Thalia, pulling the wad of webbing from her mouth.
Instantly, Thalia had a quip prepared, though she probably thought of it the second she was bound.
"The joke's on her, I'm kind of into this!"
"I'll take that in mind." I replied, vainly trying to rip the webs from her hands and feet. "Crap, it's not tearing, it's too strong."
The Spidergirl let out a hiss, gesturing to a spot away from the 'girls. "I think somebody's not a fan of PDA!"
"Really? You think?" I said, standing again and walking to where the Spidergirl pointed.
"Ben, honey, sweetie-pie, pumpkin-boo, nougat-bear, candy-ass?"
"Yeah?
"Do what she wants you to do. Just go along with it, she's feral, but not very, or else we'd be dead and you'd be raped and drained of blood by now. So just give her some blood and we'll be fine by morning. Might have a new sister, too."
"You want me to give my lifeblood to very hungry Spidergirl who tied you and Cana up with no effort and hope for the best?"
"C'mon, you're the deuteragonist! You're not going to die or anything! Besides, it's usually the protagonist who loses an eye or something."
"Really, I'm just the deuteragonist?" Wow, my whole reason to exist is to be someone's second fiddle... Well, fuck.
"Just relax, Spidergirls don't drink much anyway."
"How much is much?"
"More than a bit, less than a lot."
"Well, that's fine and dandy, then!"
The Spidergirl tilted her head and stared unblinkingly. People tended to do that we Thalia and I conversed.
"Just lie down! You have a compound eye fetish anyway."
"Yeah, but that usually implies sex, not being drank from." I argued, lying down on the forest floor regardless.
The Spidergirl, seeing that I was giving her what she wanted crawled over on all fours, mounting my waist. She rubbed her crotch against mine and began licking my neck. She hummed gently, happy with my compliance, covering my neck with saliva. You know, this was kind of relaxing... That's what I was thinking.
Then she stuck her two-inch long fangs in my throat.
"Shit!" I gasped, it was strange, I could feel the wounds, but it didn't hurt when she sucked and lapped up the blood leaking into her mouth, all the while humping against my hips and making adorable little moans.
Weird, I thought only feline pokegirls purred.
Eventually, when I was feeling much more light-headed, the Spidergirl rolled off of my, curling into my side and cutely licking up like beads of blood that fell down her chin.
When I felt her start to snore softly, I turned to Thaila and whispered.
"I feel used."
"I feel disappointed. I was hoping for a reverse-rape scenario." Thalia frowned, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.
"Screw it," I said, wrapping my arms around the warm Spidergirl.
"This is a "deal with it in the morning" kind of thing."
(In the morning)
It'd be one day 'till we arrived to the central meeting point for all those competing in the ART. I'd gotten Maya and Carrie up early so we could get through the forests' easier, and that we'd have more time to get the admittance over and done with.
As I said before – forests. Didn't mind them, but with the humidity of the island, Carrie was starting to get restless. We'd made sure to follow the pleasure path that had been etched out before us like we were some weary travellers in a cartographer's fantasy.
That's when we saw it. Carrie held her arm out in front of me and Maya to stop us from getting any closer to the undisturbed, resting furred Pokegirl. She was breathing heavily, as if slumbering off some exhaustion. She was clearly feral – no tamers were nearby for it to be otherwise, and the 'girl had a few cuts on her legs that were covered up by dense foliage.
Off in the distance of the forest, I could see a taller, more predatory pokegirl scampering off.
"She's just been attacked, I think. Thrown into one of these trees and knocked out." Maya said. I nodded in agreement and pulled out my pokedex, scanning the injured 'girl swiftly.
Mynx, the Nimble Pokégirl
Type: Near Human Animorph (mink)
Element: Normal
Frequency: Uncommon to Rare
Strong Vs: Ghost
Weak Vs: Fighting
'Oh shit.' I thought to myself with a small smile. I actually wanted one of these 'girls.
"I think… I think you can just capture her, Tommy." Carrie harshly whispered. I nodded and pulled out a Premier ball, before lobbing it at the 'girl. She disappeared into a red light, and the ball fell to the ground, shaking wistfully, before stopping. I picked the ball up and we continued on our way.
"Got to find her a centre. There's got to be one nearby, right?" Maya asked the both of us. I nodded as we walked onwards through the forest, only some kilometres away from the ART gathering area. Hopefully they'd be equipped with healing facilities.
I mean, a place where Pokegirls are set to fight each other's bound to have something like that, right?
As we shuffled lazily to the area, I fingered the ball in my pocket, running my thumb across the engraved design that all Premier balls carried. I was calm, knowing that the girl in my hands'd be safe.
You know, hopefully.
(Elsewhere)
I awoke to the feeling of someone sucking on my neck. Immediately, I opened my eyes and saw Thalia and Cana, resting against me, along with the Spidergirl that happened upon our camp last night.
"Mmm… Thalia – I appreciate the gesture, but if any more blood strays away from my head, I might, y'know… Die." I said to her, stroking her back. I heard her muffled whine before I saw what she and Cana made of the Spidergirl. The bronzed Pokegirl was sleeping soundly, looking much healthier than she did the night before.
"Before you ask, yes. 'Twas completely necessary to tie her up with her own webbing." Thalia reasoned, stretching loudly and letting her tired bones pop. Cana shifted as I sat up, and mumbled something unintelligible.
"Fair enough. But did you have to hog tie her?" I asked her.
"But of course, darling! You know what they say, tie up a feral, fuck at your peril!" She sang, waking the still shifting Cana completely up.
(Elsewhere)
The Annual Rejuvenation Tournament.
Fuck.
Maya, Carrie, and I had reached it. In our sights, not too far away, was a massive complex coloured vividly, boasting massive walls and defences to combat against the newly conquered island and its wildlife. Guards with two or three of their harem patrolled the walls unflinchingly, and manned turrets bolstered the already tough-looking alloy walls.
"I can't help but feel welcomed and scared at the same time." Maya mumbled, falling in step behind me as I stared upwards to the towering complex.
"Looks more like a prison than anything." I added.
We passed through the first gate, a tough iron breach separating us from the interior of the complex, with two guards armed with rifles and two Flitits by their sides. I was halted as the gate opened, the guard's girls holding their arms up.
"State name and League, please." The guard on my right asked.
"Thomas Wilson, Orange League." I answered simply. With this information, the guard sorted his way through a clipboard of names until reaching mine, highlighted with an orange tinge. He ticked my name off, and motioned towards an entrance to a grand hall of sorts.
"Tournament orientation begins in two hours. Through the centre, you'll find the hall. On your left is a shopping centre, on your right, Pokecentres and some item shops." The other guard announced to me. I turned my head back and nodded to him with a smile.
"Cheers."
"Plan of attack, Tommy?" Carrie asked. An idea came to mind as we stumbled through the complex. It was more of a tiny city, really. Just minus the residential areas. I looked to her and fumbled through my wallet for a minute, before withdrawing some bills.
"Here. Pick up some supplies and clothes for yourselves. Meet me in the 'centre after you're finished up." I said, handing about 2000 credits over to them both, winking. They smiled at me, kissing me on the cheek before heading off towards the quasi-bazaar.
Knowing that'd they'd be looking out for each other, I approached the Pokecentre. I was greeted with a NurseJoy and a male assistant, toying with various items on their reception desk. I cleared my throat loudly and gained their attention.
"Howdy. I'd like to request a room, and to heal this 'Girl up." I said, handing the premier ball to the NurseJoy. She nodded with a smile.
"Certainly, sir. May I see your Pokedex?" She asked. Common procedure, I thought to myself, thinking previously that this'd be different than usual somehow. I handed the blood red 'dex to the Joy, and she scanned it.
"Ah, good. She'll be done in a minute, sir. Your room is number 302." She said, handing my Pokedex back, and a key to a taming room. After a minute or so, she then handed me back the premier ball.
"Cheers." I said, nodding to the 'girl and her busy assistant, and walking up a flight of stairs.
(Later…)
Ambling from the dense undergrowth of the forest, myself, Cana, and my newest addition Anya, my recently captured Spidergirl, took a minute to take in the sight before us.
Blinking twice to adjust to the sudden bright light of day, barely any daylight broke through the thick foliage of the trees, I turned to Cana.
"I think we found the lair of some villainous overlord? This is the fifth one we found this morning!" Could you blame me for thinking it? Armed guards on the walls, Flying-types circling overhead... I bet that had ninjas... Please, please let them have ninjas.
Cana sighed slightly, panting in the humid heat. "No, silly Master, this is the same one. And it isn't a lair, it's the... The... You know, the thing!"
"What do you think, Anya? Evil lair, or ART?" I asked the Spidergirl who was still clinging to my back, quietly nuzzling my collarbone.
"Spidergirl, spi-spider girl-spi, spidergirl." She answered, still the victim of taming shock, and therefore verbally challenged to a degree. Stating her piece, she relaxed her head back into the crook of my shoulder and neck.
"Now that's a bit ludicrous even for me. One, they wouldn't get many customers. Two, there would be no market for ice-hockey gear here, and three, there's no ice! So there's a fifty/fifty chance of it being the ART. Let's roll out!"
Walking up to the large and heavily-guarded gates, we were stopped by two utterly bored looking guards and their pokegirls. "Name and League, please?" The one on the left recited.
"Lance Uppercut, of the My-balls-it's-hot-just-let-us-in-already League." I replied with a smile, wiping sweat off my forehead.
Apparently they had no sense of humour. "Your real name, sir?" The one on he right asked, I had to silently applaud him for resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"Fine, fine. I'm Ben Raphael, Blue League."
Taking a look at his clipboard, Righty ran his pen down the page, taking his sweet time to find my name while I melted in front of him. Clucking his tongue, he checked off my name and looked at me with the cold, dead gaze of an under-paid employee. "Head on in, sir, the orientation and opening ceremony begins in fifteen minutes."
"Thanks, boys. Come on, I want to see if we can pick up a Language T2 for Anya in the shops." Walking through the imposing iron gates, I felt a little bit awed. This was one nice set-up. It was a shame it was only used for the Tournament, you could easily fit the population of a small town in her.
Taking a second to acknowledge the miracle of air-con, I made my way to the Pokecentre.
First things first, a quick check-up for my three girls, the orientation, then shopping.
(In the big, grand meeting hall)
I kept a steady hand in my pocket, toying with the three shrunken balls of Maya, Carrie, and the new girl, Ruby, listening so as the announcer for the ART announced his announcement. Hundreds of people gathered in the large, cool hall which was glazed in a lazy afternoon's light.
"Hi, hello, everyone! Welcome to the Annual Rejuvenation Tournament. It's so good to see so many new faces here…" He began. I half listened, my eyes gleaning over the audience he spoke to, assessing any future rivals. I slowly edged my way backwards out of the crowd.
There was a wide range of tamers. Some rough looking people, some cheery optimists, and a few harem masters. I internally sighed and turned my attention back to the suited up announcer.
"I'm so stoked to tell you all about this year's "challenge"! For this year's Annual Rejuvenation Tournament, all you contestants must pick partners, and compete in battles, train, and travel with them for the duration of the competition!" He announced with unbridled glee. I chuckled silently to myself and watched the commotion of tamers immediately pairing up with another.
Best friends, lovers, even complete strangers assessing each other in hopes of creating the perfect tag-team.
I stood back further as the hall erupted in loud chatter and shouting, some people even clambering over another to pair up. A weedy, skinny looking boy wiggled his way out of the crowd and caught his breath, before staring at me, holding his pokedex and motioning to it with his other finger.
"Speak, man." I edged him. He caught his breath shallowly.
"What… Hah! Girls?" He breathed harshly. I listed off the three I had, and their level ranges. He went silent for a bit before nodding politely.
"Oh. I- Uh… I don't think we'd be a good match, sorry." He said, politely so.
"My thoughts exactly. Catch you." I said, as he bum-rushed back into the crowd of people now pairing up. I turned my sight to any other unsociable people at the back of the crowd like me, and caught sight of a few.
I turned my head to the left, however, and saw him.
He was around six foot tall, like most of the people in the crowd. He had messy hair, and wore a simple get up. But he had the look of a crazy person about him. His eyes were static, like he was constantly thinking of something other than what was going on at the present moment.
(On the other side of the room)
'I'm excessively tired. Good god, why am I so tired? I really want to get some sleep right now. Shit. What'd that guy say? Something about pairing up for the tournament? Damn it all, maybe if I just sleep with my eyes open, no-one will notice.' I was thinking at the time, my eyes half focused on the world in front of me as I went into a mini-sleep cycle.
(…)
I went to talk to the man. I walked over, and noticed that his gaze was still locked onto the crowd, eyes looking straight forward, focussed on nothing.
"Excuse me?" I asked him, shocking him out of his… unusual state.
"Shitfuck!" He yelled, clutching his chest harshly with a hand, like I'd just woken him up. He panted hard before calming down and settling, taking a shaky gaze at me.
"Sorry, sorry. I was just resting my eyes for a split second." He reasoned abashedly. I nodded my head like I understood what the flying buggery just happened, and let it slide for that moment. His accent made me come to the conclusion that he was from somewhere northern, and cold.
"Sorry to wake ya. Hi, I'm Tom." I said, extending my hand out for a shake. He grasped it and shook, his bearings gathered and his vision normal.
"Ben, Ben Raphael. Crazy stuff, isn't it?" He said, in reference to the commotion that was occurring behind me. I nodded and chuckled.
"Yeah, almost like we're back in primary school, and all the popular kids are teaming up with friends." I joked. He laughed, probably out of politeness.
(…)
Shit, that was funny. I couldn't say I had much experience with school. I was kicked out and home-schooled after a sexy clown dared me to glue everyone's chair to the ceiling... While they were still sitting on them. Strangely, nobody believed me when I told them...
Still, such is life. This young fellow seemed alright, I thought to myself, rude wake-up aside. He was probably from down south, Orange League maybe, judging by his accent and the fact that he wasn't dead from the heat like I was.
Wait a minute... Slightly younger than I was... Funny accent... I think I smell a sidekick! (Not the pokegirl.)
I snapped my fingers. "Say, Tom. I wouldn't suppose that you have a partner yet?" I asked, most people had already teamed-up and the few that hadn't were across the room, and here I had a perfectly good, upstanding, decent young man to take under my wing!
Since he made the effort to talk to little ole me, I assumed he didn't have one. So as he opened his mouth to presumably agree, I grabbed his wrist and began to pull him towards the doors of the Big, Grand Meeting Hall.
"Now, I can understand why you'd want to team-up with me, I suppose I do give off that aura of leadership and victory, it's one of my many positive traits! But to be fair, I don't know you from Adam! How do I know you if you have any skill, any flair, any style that separates you from the common rabble craving to be my partner?" I told him as I led him to another large room I noticed on the way in to the Pokecentre.
"So, you won't blame me for wanting to give you a little test as it were! A pokegirl battle!" I announced walking over to one side of the large, indoor battle field.
Pulling out three pokeballs, I enlarged them, choosing one at random. I smiled, maybe only slightly manically, ready to throw it to the field. "Let's play, friend!"
TAMER INFO:
Thomas Wilson
Maya – Milktit – Level 18
Carrie – Charamanda – Level 16
Ruby – Mynx – Level 7
Ben Raphael
Thalia – Trixie - Level 18
Cana – Doggirl - Level 13
Anya - Spidergirl - Level 10
A/N: yup