"I have her back, but I'm going to have to work on her training before we can properly rely on her." You shrug, keeping the details vague, quite certain they wouldn't exactly be too happy about the idea of the taming cycles being used. Well, maybe not, frankly speaking, everyone seemed to be adapting to this world differently. But right now didn't seem the time or place to broach the subject.
"Definitely wouldn't want her out and about in public." Mr Gabriel shook his head.
With a long sigh, he made a gesture towards the pokecenter. "We made the list and the costs. Here." Katherine brought out her pokedex and showed you.
"All in all, we're left with 7.900 SLC total. Which isn't much at all; especially since that food we bought should be rationed for emergencies." She said with slight distaste. "I can't imagine how much of a nightmare it'd have been had we tried to get all of this while on our own at the beginning."
"Paralysis collar?" You asked.
"It's for you." Mr Gabriel tossed you a collar, and as you looked at it, you quickly realised it wasn't an ordinary one.
"I've seen those before, Master." Diane explained in a low tone. "It lets you inject the wearer remotely, or it will trigger on its own if they get too far from the remote… though the second feature can be turned off."
"I… see…" You frowned, unsure how to take this, but already guessing where they'd rather that collar go.
"Diane, take a look at the list, do you figure we're going to be missing anything medicine-wise with you coming along?" You opt to not mention about the collar and chance subject, your question open for everyone to hear.
Her happy smile switched to a serious look of concentration. "Most of everything, really. P-Meds are good to keep me from expending energy that could be used on more important or serious injuries, but you'll definitely want something like antidotes and other status cleansers."
"Status cleansers?"
"Pokegirls have powers that can paralyse or put others to sleep, or push them into a lust frenzy..." There's a meaningful look in the way she says this, and you can only nod.
"Status cleansers, yes." You agree, then glance at the others. "Information-wise, did any of you learn anything worth sharing? On my part I learned about Sadie-Pokens and Teams..."
One short explanation later.
"And that the survivors on critical health came in last night but are alive and recovering."
"That's good to hear." Katherine said. "I... guess on our side of things we learned that the one that gave Monica a dose of lust-dust was probably a boobisaur."
She brought out her dex to show you the entry.
"Apparently they're the most frequently found feral around New Bark, and that any tamer looking for anything different or rarer would have to go further out into the wilds."
"We also learned that though New Bark is a key stop for everyone coming and going to Indigo, barely any trade is really done here." Mr Gabriel added.
"Not much from me." Tomas shook his head. "I've been looking into alternate routes to Ebony since walking there for a month seems a bit too much, but though all the 'shortcuts' we could take are for two week's travel tops, they go through rough terrain and are likely to have some dangerous ferals."
"I'd definitely rather not go through that risk." Mr Gabriel spoke firmly.
"Agreed." Tomas and Kat nodded.
A pause, everyone looked at one another. "So what are our plans now?" You asked before any of the others could.
"Freya, clothes." Tomas spoke immediately.
"Ferals, maybe?" Kat seemed uncertain.
"Unless any of you got anything worth while, then I'd rather take a nap." Mr Gabriel said openly.
"I'm going to be training Monica for the next day or two, and really shouldn't be taking her out until I can trust she'll behave." You spoke firmly, your tone and words catching the others off guard. "What happened when we were trying to survive was because we didn't know what pokegirls even were, and since she's going to be our strongest combatant, I really shouldn't neglect teaching her that she can't just do whatever she wants."
"That's… commendable." Mr Gabriel nodded, the doubt going away with the second word.
"We're also going to need to come up with a schedule to keep. As far as I can tell we have a quota we have to fulfill regarding ferals and gym battles, and I'd rather not know what happens if we don't meet it." You added, then turned towards the shirtless ex-student. "Tomas, we're going to need Freya's help too, you did well in picking her, I'm sure she has experience and knowledge about how to survive and move through forests we could learn from."
"Uh…" The pokegirl seemed suddenly very uncertain. "Master, I, um…"
"I'll have something talked out by the time she's done making her clothes and weapon." Tomas promised, looking quite proud quite suddenly.
"That's good." You nod, then turn to Kat and Mr Gabriel. "That leaves you two, got anything besides feral catching in mind?"
"Not really." Kat shrugged. "I was going to use it to get a feel of how it works and see how good Liz is at it before we hit the road."
"Tessa isn't for combat." Mr Gabriel shook his head. "She's got a good pair of ears and eyes, but she was feral like Monica, so I'll be needing the time to teach her."
"Master, if I may?" She waited for your approval before speaking up. "There's something called an English T2, it will instantly teach any pokegirl you use it on to understand and speak English." A grimace followed. "But it's expensive, 60 thousand credits because it is reusable. And it's not easy to find, even those places that sell it don't have it available often."
"If it's reusable we may be in luck if we find a tamer willing to share theirs." You pointed out instantly.
"I'll look around since the rest of you will be too busy with other things." Mr Gabriel nodded.
Was there anything you were missing here? Because it suddenly seemed like the next two days would be quite intensive for all of you. Maybe something to do with the survivors? Or would you rather not get that involved with them? Or was there something to improve upon this two-day planning of yours? "Diane, any idea who may own one of those T2s already?" You asked the nurse.
"The proffessor might." She replied without missing a beat. "New Bark's professor has his lab at the outskirts, since he's usually the one handling the starters, he may have something."
"I will start there, then."
"If that's all, I think each of us has a plan to follow." As you said this, you motioned at Mr Gabriel to stay a second while the others left. "Just one thing, Tomas and Kat… they seem to have had a bit of a fallout."
"You're telling me." He sighed deeply.
"I'll try to talk some sense into the boy, we can't really afford discord in the group if we can prevent it."
"I will see what I can do about Katherine, but I can't promise anything, she's just like her mother." He shook his head and waved goodbye at you, heading out.
"Let's go to the center and see if we can get that training room early." You commented.
"Yes, Master." Diane followed dutifully, albeit seeming to be mulling something over.
You reached the pokecenter, and asked about an available training room. "Sorry, they're booked until nine." The receptionist shrugged. This one was the black haired one, and now her face was so impassive you were sure she was gleefully holding back a glare.
"Master." Diane asked as you stepped outside the center. "I… may know something that maybe I shouldn't tell you about on account on doctor-patient confidentiality, but now that I'm no longer a nurse I could maybe have no problem telling you…"
You take a second to process what she said. "You have a secret about someone in the group you think might be pertinent."
"Only slightly." She replied. "Maybe. I'm not sure. But I do know they wouldn't be happy if I learnt I revealed it, and as a…. former… nurse I wouldn't reveal it unless you ordered me to."
"Oh." You said the single word, scratching your chin in consideration.
"If it's related to Kat or Tomas, I am ordering you to tell me." You said plainly.
"Yes Master." Katherine nodded. "During her check-up for the tamer license, Katherine was feeling down, so I tried to get her to talk about it." A slight fidget. "She'd said that the male she was interested in wasn't interested in her because… and I quote: 'He felt disgusted I told him I fantasized about a threesome with this older man we know'."
Oh.
OH.
"Welp." You scratched your head. "Yeah, definitely don't tell anyone you told me that."
"Yes Master." She hastily nodded.
A sigh followed as that talk with Tomas you just promised felt like it was going to be heavier than originally anticipated. "What now, Master?"
"I want to train Monica still, though it seems we'll have to improvise the first part at least." You scratched your chin, moving thoughts from that awkward situation that's on the horizon and yet to come to the present situation that was definitely to be tackled right now. "Got any suggestions?"
"I… don't have experience training pokegirls, Master. That said, for what I've read, while the pokegirl is dazed they will have higher retention in regards to what things their suppressed mind learns?" She spoke with a slight uncertainty. "And teaching her in a multitude of circumstances would undoubtedly be more useful than if it's just within the same environment every time."
That made sense, and also thought about the potential 'rewards' the forum posts had commented about regarding ways to reinforce the obedience and to more strongly have her link it with sexual situations. That left plenty of options. You just had to think of a good place to start, maybe not go the full nine yards but go baby-steps?
"Let's start simple and work our way up." You sighed heavily, quite aware that though the description of the effects of the taming cycles were left as 'dazed', you really hadn't seen to what extent or exactly how this worked.
So the both of you walked towards a rather solitary corner of the town and released Monica there. In a flash of light she appeared in all her naked glory, just how you remembered her.
Except for the look in her eyes, it was unfocused, as if she were half asleep. "Monica?"
"Riiiiiiiick." She drawled, lips only barely twitching as she stayed where she'd been summoned.
"Come here." You ordered, and as you spoke she began to move, her steps far steadier and surer than her half-lidded eyes would've led on.
"Master." Diane muttered in a low voice. "Reward?"
"Oh, right." You reached up and pulled Monica into a kiss, gently stroking a breast and then letting her go. "Did you like that, Monica?"
"Like." She mumbled half coherently.
The nurse noticed your surprised look at Monica's comprehension. "Level 4 cycles instil a series of ideas and concepts into the girl, it shouldn't be surprising they taught her some words in the process, otherwise she wouldn't be able to understand the orders to follow in the first place."
Made sense. "Monica, kneel." She did, another kiss. "Stand." Obedience, kiss. "Go there and come back." More obedience, more kisses, more gentle strokes and caresses.
But as you went the sense of oddness permeated Monica's every action. The more you did the hotter her body was becoming, the clearer the signs of her arousal. And yet, she kept barely reacting to much anything that wasn't directly stimulating her and in the moment. "It tapers off as time goes on." Diane said. "It shouldn't mean the lessons were any less effective."
With a nod, you start testing the limits of Monica's vocabulary and mental capabilities. It takes well over two hours, but you determined that:
A) She had little memory, any order you give her had to be in the moment as her retention was bad enough she'd forget an order after a couple of minutes unless it was something active like walking in circles or doing some other action.
B) Her concentration was only able to be on one simple thing at a time, and she would do things passively at best, not reacting to stimulus unless it was somehow deemed to be dangerous in some sense.
C) She could still be very easily distracted and just remain standing there dazed until told to do something else.
D) The closest thing to 'resistance' to orders was a delay in carrying out, as shown when Diane gave a command rather than you.
Besides these rules, her vocabulary had been greatly extended compared to when she was feral, though almost all of them were in relation to possible commands tamers would give. 'Come here' 'Go there' 'Attack' 'Stop' 'Eat this' 'Rest here', and so on. So with the remainder of the time left you taught her a word that hadn't been in her vocabulary 'Copy'. It was meant so that you could give a command and Diane would do what you expected Monica to do in turn.
It took you an hour and a half of repetition, over and over and over, before the not-quite-there Monica caught the meaning. Another hour to push in the notion that she was to do the thing Diane had done whenever given the same order, and not just to copy her at that one time. It was clear Monica was slower than she was as before the level 4, her mind wasn't all there. It was to be expected and it still pained you to see how she struggled so hard to comprehend new ideas or concepts as if she was a completely different person. Even the incentive of sexual pleasure didn't seem to get a reaction out of her other than her body's natural response.
"Don't worry, Master, she will come back in a day or so. This is why we must teach her well." Diane reassured you.
You nodded. "Monica, follow me." You ordered once you checked your watch and confirmed that it was time to take the training room.
Even through the crowded areas, Monica kept close behind you. Though you did have to remind her she had to keep on following you the couple times you'd stopped to take an appreciative look at the town and crowd. The training room was, in a single word: intimidating.
It was a light purple coloured large cement box with no windows and only one thick metal door. There were metal hoops at regular intervals on the walls, in four rows: at four meters, three meters, three meters, and at ground level. They looked thick and heavy and sturdy. There was a rack of whips, sticks, and other tools that could've been considered as much for torture as for sex. The floor near the walls was padded but the rest was cold hard marble, with a series of drains throughout. Two temperature-regulated hoses hung from the walls at opposite corners, beneath them very long lengths of rope of varying thicknesses.
There was a bed on the corner farthest from the hoses, four meters by four meters and its mattress wrapped in some latex-like material that was way softer than it had any right to be but that was definitely every bit water-proof. The shower was a glass box underneath the hose farthest from the entrance, soap and shampoo was dispensed straight out some holes in the wall via a couple of buttons. The red clock telling the time was above the shower and it could be turned off so as to end any sense of time there might be left. The desk-clerk had been clear: you break it, you pay it. You steal it, you pay double.
You weren't expected to clean the gear yourself, but you were expected to give the desk a head's up when you were done. "I always wanted to try it." Was all Diane said before guiding Monica towards the centre of the room while you closed the door. Once the pokedex got about a meter away from it there was a hydraulic hiss.
"The panic button is over there, there, and there." She pointed to three large black buttons, one next to the shower, the other next to the door, the last next to the bed. "You press them and the room will be sprayed with paraspray. It's an emergency option in case the pokegirl goes wild... and they will charge you 60 thousand if it turns out your life wasn't at risk."
"Oh."
"Let's get started." You said. "I wanted to get Monica to fight temptation and all that, but..."
"Why not?" Diane asked. "She's going to be retentive, teaching her to wait until ordered seems best now that there's nothing her mind could be drawn to and we could repeat it every so often as she slowly regains her senses."
"...sounds good." You said with a nod. "Also, keep in mind we're going to have to take shifts, I want to completely exhaust her as often as I can manage."
"It should also help her more easily accept me as alpha." Diane now beamed.
"That too." You patted her head. "Now go to the bed and masturbate."
Your tone sent a jolt through her, and Diane stripped as she went to the bed, starting her masturbation quite eagerly. "Watch her." You commented, and Monica's eyes had the slightest hint of focus as she turned towards the pink-haired pokegirl. Diane masturbated and you told Monica to wait and stay put. You repeated the order every time Monica's focus began to slip. You groped Monica as you did this, you played with her body, teased it, even slipped a finger into her a couple times.
And she remained still despite the growing arousal. "Pin her down." At your command, she leapt like a spring, pinning down the unresisting Diane. "Roll over." Obedience, moving to lay on her back. "Let her fuck you."
One quick shared orgasm, and off to repeat it again, though this time Diane brought a dildo she also used on Monica when you gave the order for Monica to get fucked. You added variety as you went. Some times you would have her wait, approach at your order and stop mid-way, or right before reaching her. Others you'd make her step back. Some times she'd be told to attack and dominate, others to submit.
Over and over and over, three hours worth of sex, stopping, and going. You recalled Monica and took a nap with Diane. "I wanted to fuck Master." Was all the complaint she managed before just dozing off. Your dex woke you up half an hour later, you grabbed a bite from the food the other's bought, gave some to Monica, and while Diane kept sleeping you continued the training. This time you went towards submission. Obedience of things Monica definitely wouldn't have wanted to obey doing. You had her masturbate and stop just shy of orgasm.
Over. And over. And over.
You placed a remote vibrator up her snatch and had her walk around and obey general orders, amping the intensity every time she obeyed. One order led to the other and then the other. It was an exercise in mutual frustration, as you would have her work herself up and then shift her to focusing on a specific not-very-sexual task. Then back again once she'd gone down. And back up. And the reward would be sex. Every time you felt like this was as far as you could go something sparked within you and you push further, Monica's overly stimulated body enjoying your sexual releases as much as her own.
When you collapsed, warm hands greeted you. "Well done, Master. Now it's my turn." She replied, the aches and wariness oozing off as she left you to sleep, her own shift beginning.
Morning came and you woke to Monica's tongue bringing you to orgasm. Your eyes looked at her looking back at you... a little less blankly than yesterday. There was a spark there, a little more thought behind those deep pools. "Tighter lips." Diane whispered and the feline responded with the tightening of her mouth, you groaned. And you came. "Good kitty."
Monica purred at a buzzing sound, you realized Diane had a remote control on her hand. "Been giving her 'Good Kitty' as a sexual reward, Master." Diane spoke.
"What else?"
"Only that." She replied. "For the past... nine hours."
You blinked at that. "Isn't that a bit much?"
"I wanted her to be able to cum with the phrase." Diane shrugged and then yawned. "Don't think it's quite possible with a single session, but I'm sure we can strengthen it."
"This turns you on." You realized.
"I may or may not have a fantasy of being able to orgasm to a certain word-combination." She slumped next to you. "Good night, Master." She collapsed in tiredness right after, and you guessed it was your turn.
You reinforced everything from the day before, albeit rather than a masturbating Diane you used yourself as bait. This time you could see the hesitation and twitch of the tail at the desire to approach each time. But she dutifully stayed still until ordered otherwise. Over and over again, the repetitions kept happening. And though there was certainly a bit more Monica there, there was certainly a lot more tiredness too. Eventually, you softly fucked her to sleep and ordered her to cuddle Diane.
The feline happily obliged.
A quick shower and you stepped outside to take some air, feeling like the time spent inside the room had been a dream. It had now been twenty-four hours since you'd released Monica, and you still had one more day to go according to your itinerary. A quick meal of tasteless HumanChow, some water, and you went to stroll around the block and stretch your legs. You realized your pokedex some mails.
The first one was from Mr Gabriel. "No T2 from the Professor, trying to figure out alternatives.".
The next one was from Kat. "Caught 1 feral, sold her for 2,000. Sold Mynx for 5,000. Total funds: 9,300 but -2,000 from daily food for Mr Gabriel and Tomas, -500 from mine, and -1,800 from the girls' food leaves us at 5,000.".
The third was from Tomas. "Am at wilderness, Freya's looking for a tree to make a bow. Caught 4 feral boobisaurs. Found strong non-feral and she joined us. Will be back tomorrow.". That one actually surprised you, it seemed Tomas had found someone interesting.
There was one more mail, from Chief. "We found out the quest you asked about. It was a quest to capture or kill the feral purrsian and find a blonde titmouse or her remains. Quest giver is a one 'Howard' that lives at (Address). Quest reward for the blond titmouse alive is 20,000 SLC. The reward for her remains and confirmation of purrsian caught or killed being 10,000 SLC."
You rubbed your chin as you read that one, feeling a little too sure that the mouse the quest was looking for was Tessa, but wondering why it was that there was a reward to begin with if the pokegirl had every sign of having been feral born. Since you had absolutely no clue where Mr Gabriel was, you instead wrote a mail, detailing the quest the police had informed you about, who was the quest-giver, and their address. You then told him that you also had no intention of contacting him unless Mr Gabriel wanted.
You knew the information would tear him up, but you also knew it was the right thing to do. Then you decided to look for Alice, try and talk to her. But she wasn't in the pokecenter, and the receptionist was the black haired one, only being helpful enough to tell you that Alice was discharged during the morning. With a long sigh, you decided this was good enough for your break and headed back into the pokecenter. If Alice left then there wasn't much you could do about it, and as to Tomas' girl, you doubted he'd give details rather than just wait until tomorrow.
So getting back into the room, you approached the bed to lay in it, and like a magnet, both pokegirls there pulled themselves up to hug you from either side. Falling asleep for a quick nap was a simple matter after that.
"Good Kitty" Brrrrrr, you heard the sound of something vibrating.
Purrrrr
And you came to the Monica vacuum machine. God, you really wanted to wake up like this every day. "Awake, Master?"
"Rick?" Monica asked, a little more light than last time present.
"Yeah, let's keep going." You nodded.
And you did, going over everything again, and having to adjust as you went because now Monica was starting to show signs of both resistance as well as a return of her personality.
Staying when there was someone eager for a fuck was clearly a struggle, resisting and not jumping a fight against her own slowly emerging will. A fight between her bond as well as conditioning against her own lust and impulses. It was a far more intense thing than before, you'd had to recall Diane to get her out of Monica's way when she pounced, you had to verbally reprimand her each time. And when she did it properly, the reward was more involved as well.
Though there were breaks and naps, you kept going until Monica started showing heavy signs of exhaustion and only then did you pass the baton to Diane and went to sleep. Waking up to another blowjob to an exhausted Diane and a Monica that seemed to be keeping herself awake by the very lust that pushed her to blow you. This time you could tell Monica was either fully lucid or so close to it there was little different, so after sending Diane to sleep you decided to put the final nail in the coffin. You teased the feline's body hard, edging her again and again, and fucking her only half-way. You upped her frustration, and you'd then order her to stop just as she was about to give in. "Monica." You'd say emphatically before returning to the teasing.
She yowled, and you'd kiss her. "No, stay, wait." And over again.
And then she flopped, slumping on the floor, looking up at you in exhausted defeat. "Riiiiiick." She spoke. "Please."
"Good Kitty." And so you placed the collar you'd been holding on to all this time around her neck, and then thrust into her with the hard-on you'd been tortuously fighting against this whole time. Monica flat out went mute, convulsing. The both of you came on the spot. Then she started to glow a blinding white light, and you started to very abruptly get worried.
"What?"
WHAT?
You immediately stepped away from the pokegirl, and watched as the light died down and Monica was back to being Monica but not quite exactly you remembered her. Her face was the same, but... almost everything else about her wasn't. Her hair was white and short, her breasts larger, and the paws and fur that before took almost a third of her body had now greatly receded. And as promptly as she glanced your way with those red eyes now mix of fire and sea... she fell asleep.
"Boobcat." She muttered, and you blinked.
WHAT!?
You recalled Monica, you recalled Diane, showered, and stepped outside to put them both through a heal cycle. The free one. Then you released Diane and explained the situation to her, and why you were sort of panicking.
"She evolved!?" She freaked. "You evolved Monica!? Master!"
"I'm sor...ry?" She'd glomped you in a hug, then let go.
"I mean, it's... definitely going to complicate things, a bit, but this is good news! Monica's stronger now!" Stopping, she looked at you seriously. "Let's go to my place, I've got just the thing."
You did, wondering what she was talking about, and after she shooed you away from the room, you heard the pokeball's release followed by Diane giving orders, shrieking, moaning, and then giving the orders again albeit with a waver.
Then they opened the door. "I present you, the new Monica."
Monica had clearly been bribed with cream, where Diane had gotten it though was anyone's guess. "Rick." She smiled and approached, kissing you. "Monica good?"
"Good kitty." You said, and she purred, shuddering at your words and kissing you again. Then glanced at Diane. "These clothes?"
"Something from one of my roomates they won't miss." She shrugged. "I think Monica's training can be considered done for now, I'd advice against putting her through a four again for a while and instead just focus on reinforcing what she's learnt."
"Noted." A pause. "You going to empty this place?"
"Soon." Diane spoke cheerily. "I think we should be looking for the others, no? You'd said two days, but I don't remember that you set an exact hour and place."
QM Note: Of Pokegirls and Tamers is an adaptation of a quest I ran around a year ago. It's relatively long, and complete! So I'll be copying it over to here for anyone who might want to give it a read.
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