"We'd like you to give us some aerial cover, spot the spiders and keep them distracted while we free the milktits." You said.
Rachel sneered. "Some stupid feral spider is not worth 'distracting', I can just squish them." She paused, looking at her fingernails for a long second. "How about you send kitty to draw their attention and I just kill them off after they stop hiding?"
"That's too risky." Tomas immediately pipped up.
"Not my fault you don't know how I work best." Rachel replied. "Since what you want is the 'real' me, you better start getting used to it."
"I think you don't get it." You said flatly, glaring at her. "I'm not going to send Monica like some sort of overblown bait." Monica appeared to have caught your tone and growled slightly.
Rachel looked up at the feline before shrugging. "Sure, then don't count me in." She replied.
"And what would you propose instead?" You asked. "As an alternative to using Monica as bait."
She glanced at you, crossing her arms underneath her hefty bosom and shaking her head. "That is the plan I'm willing to go with." She said matter-of-factly. "But it seems to me you don't really care much about those cows because you're just wasting time trying to convince me to do something stupid like fly between trees when there's spiders and webbing involved."
Her eyes turned sharply towards Tomas. "Since I'd much rather be back in the ball than dead, just recall me already, maybe whoever rescues me from your corpse will be more worth my time."
"Not going to fly away?" Kat sneered.
"It's my ball." She snapped, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.
You take a second. "Wait." You raise your hands to stop Tomas before recalling her, dimly noting her pokeball was coloured differently than the others but you didn't get much time to see exactly how. "What if you walk in disguised as a harmless human? Just use your aura and maybe the lust dusts from Kat's boobisaur and fuck the ferals into exhaustion?"
That definitely perked Rachel's mood, the scowl turning to a grin and then a smile. Gently she tapped her chin as she made a show out of considering this. "Sure, but I'd never be able to pass off as a human, pokegirls tend to have a way of knowing these things most of the time."
"So... what? Pretend to be some harmless pokegirl." Kat shrugged, wanting to have the conversation move along.
"No such thing as a harmless pokegirl walking around the woods just as night falls." Rachel's eyes were on you as she said this, seeming as if about to eat a meal. "But were it... say... a stupid tamer and his pokegirl...?"
"I won't let you take Tomas with you like that." Freya snarled, now aiming her bow.
"Sure, whatever, I wasn't talking about him." She completely disregarded the elf, looking straight in your direction. "I was talking about you."
You feel like all too suddenly you're back to that first time you encountered Monica, you're in front of the feral who'll fuck you whether you want to or not, and who'll kill you if you don't do well enough. Carefully you juggle what you know about succubi and ferals. So long as Rachel overpowered the feral's sense of lust she'd win. Would she be able to ensure you survived the ferals' lust though? "I'll have your word that if things go sideways you're not going to ditch me." You said flatly, also intending to have Monica as nearby as you could hope to have her because of course you didn't trust Rachel as far as you could throw her.
"Cross my tiny little black heart." The succubus drew the two straight lines within the valley of her incredible cleavage. "So I take it that that's a yes?"
"Rick." Kat was looking at you worriedly, Tomas seemed unable to know what to feel at all.
"Yes." You sighed, turning to look at Monica. "Stay with Kat and obey her."
The feline hesitated at your order, looking at Kat and then at Rachel. "You he-." Rachel was going to say something, but your hand pressed against her mouth.
"Not one quip, not my girls." You said flatly.
Rather than reply, her lips part and she sucks on your finger, a shudder passes its way down your spine and you retrieve the hand before she can do anything more to your index and middle fingers.
"Rick." Monica said.
You kissed her, and heard Rachel make a silent gagging sound. Juvenile. Next you released Diane, who after a brief explanation about what happened and what was about to happen put her close to hysterics. It took a bit of hard commanding before she could calm down.
"Be careful." She still looked anxious as all hell though.
"I will take very good care of him." Rachel cooed, batting her eyelashes. "Children better go to sleep early, lest they test their curfew." You glared at her, and the succubus only cooed louder. "Oh, Master, don't look at me with such heat or else I'll just... melt." She latched on to your right arm and pressed herself up against you, exactly how she'd done Tomas. "Shall we?"
You could feel her presence quite sharply, it wasn't like in the cafeteria where it was some sort of nebulous aura. This close? It was like she was stroking your whole body in some kind of touchless-invisible erotic massage.
And with every step you took, her eyes would glimmer sharper, deeper, amused and focused.
"Don't let your guard down." You stated. "If we get ambushed, things could go badly fast."
"They're ferals, and they've recently had a feast." She purred, her hands caressing your chest and you feeling like you had to struggle to avoid showing an obvious response. "The last thing they will have in mind once they set eyes on us is being violent."
There was a certain ruthless calculation to her words, indeed, the milktits that had escaped last night had been caught, or at least some of them. If the ferals had been hungry, they'd had a good opportunity to have their fill and still have to spare. A memory of Monica's breath stinking of death and flesh and blood was a very good way to kill the fledgling of arousal the succubus was trying to spark. There was a frustrated sound from Rachel as the disgust coursed through you. Wait.
Your mind turned a bit towards the pokedex, and remembered succubi didn't eat actual food, they fed off of the arousal of others. So... they had to have some way to feel or perceive the feelings of others didn't they? Or at least arousal, otherwise they would never be sure whether they were feeding or not. No wonder she was good at manipulation, if she knew exactly what the target was feeling then it should be far easier to adapt her approach.
"Master." She purred the word and yet, somehow, managed to put into it an edge of... mockery. "Are you ready?"
She asked this just as the both of you had reached the edge of the woods. The sun was nearing the horizon, the air carried a slight chill but one that Rachel's naked body more than compensated for. The forest in front of you was darker though, already in a more umbral state, the tree tall and imposing and dark. Monica, Diane, Kat, Tomas, and Freya were behind you, several dozen meters away, watching you and Rachel as you stood in front of the sea of vegetation, about to take the role of bait and trap all in one.
Corpses flashed across your vision, Charles' screams reach your ears and you feel like you're about to face off with the very thing that had caused that chilling sound. Your heart sank, and honestly, you'd very much rather be anywhere else. "If you do your job, I'll do mine." You state.
"Are you sure, Master?" She asked, a finger trailing against your throat. "It feels to me like you're one giant knot of nerves ready to snap at the first sign of danger."
You look at her, and realize she's right, your whole body is tense and you feel like you would be just about ready to jump and run at the first sound of rustling leaves. A very deep breath followed, you took a moment to focus on each part of your body and relax it. Starting with your head and working your way down to your feet, finally paying attention to the tightness in your chest to keep it under control. Your heartbeat slows to something that's not beating like a drum.
A grin cracks your serious face. "I don't know, Pookums, but we'll see." You step forwards before she can, her stumble forcing her to let go of your arm as you take the lead.
Rachel recovers from the little slip-up surprisingly fast. "I've never heard that name before, Pookums." She mouthed it for a moment and then latched back on to your arm, the seductive act coming back up. "Would Master mind telling this humble girl what it means?"
"I won't." You shrug simply, eyes on the trees, looking for... anything, anything at all that could seem off. "You familiar with local spider population?"
"No, but I am familiar with spiders in general, they've got legs for miles." She was all grins as she spoke. Her hand caressed your chest, fingers trailing downwards. "If you caress them in juu~ust the right way, they'll just melt away."
As she said this her touch felt aflame against your skin, the touch far more than just her fingers, feeling like there was far more to it as she trailed downwards, sparking pleasurable waves within you.
You visibly shudder at her touch, but your hand gently stops her fingers. A spark of glee appears in her eyes, at least until you move her hand away. "Where are the ferals?"
"I don't know, Master." She hid her scoff behind a pout. "But I'm sure they'd come if we made enough noise."
"Then let's keep moving." You replied.
"Master is so forceful." She rubbed herself against you, the constant close contact something you're starting to hope you can filter out of your brain soon. Rolling your eyes, the both of you continue down and through the trees.
The teasing continues all the way throughout. Rachel keeps trying to prompt a reaction out of you and just ignore her as best you can. Her touch is... leaving you hot, but not yet bothered, it's like a low level simmering. You also realize that she isn't putting out that odd feeling of... arousal... that you'd felt from her that first time when she was trying to make everyone around her fall down into a lustful state. Then, out of the blue, she stops you, her grip becoming firm only long enough for you to realize you should stop your steps.
"Don't react, don't say anything, we're here." She whispered with enough seriousness to hint at the nature of her words. "Three, above. They know we're here and they're watching, cautious." You can only nod as her seriousness melts back into the playful façade, smiling from ear to ear as she leaned to whisper into your ear. "This is where you tell me you want to fuck me, Rick."
It's a growl hidden behind the lustful smile, her hold around your neck inescapable. A threat.
Growling, you instead say nothing, moving to shift her position and finding that she weighted far less than you anticipated. You pin her against the tree and kiss her deeply. Rachel yields under your assault, she tries to say something, a taunt no doubt, but you don't let her, your hand grasps her impressive breast and knead it without much care of whether or not she enjoys it and instead on the fact that this bitch had put you on the sights of dangerous ferals just so she could fulfil some petty comment you did days ago.
The slut moans openly, shuddering to your touch and hugging herself to you, pliant, soft, warm, inviting. Her tongue invades your mouth, and then further in, you freeze in shock, and bite, pulling away as you do. Rachel squirms as you keep her tongue between your teeth and scrape it. "Phack." She gasped with her tongue still outstretched before it escaped and pulled back into your mouth.
Her whole body pulsed, heat spreading into the air around you like a mantle. "Fuck." She said now that her appendage was free. Her eyes shine with hunger, her hands reaching for your shirt and ripping it open. As they do, you feel the touch of heat in your chest, the caress... and yet there were no fingers to be found there, her hands too busy shredding your shirt to pieces as she's enjoying your increased nakedness with every passing second.
"Stop fucking playing and focus on the ferals." You growl with a growing sense of exasperation.
Very suddenly her hands are on your chest and there's distance between you, the pokegirl is looking at you with serious eyes, then she scoffed. "Well, that certainly didn't kill the mood."
"What mood? There was no mood."
Rachel snorted, crossing her arms. "Sure there was, but you happened to remember you have a massive stick up your ass."
"Wha... we don't have time for this!" You hiss.
"Of course we do, we have the rest of your life to argue." She spoke with haughtiness.
You freeze as her words bring a trickle of nervousness down your spine. "Fine fuck, you're hot, ok? You don't need powers to make that obvious." You said. "It's your personality I've got a problem with."
She stretched a hand and patted your cheek in contempt. "Was that so hard? Girls like it when a man gives them a compliment."
You growl as she goads you on, enjoying every single second of control she holds over you. You tense as you're going to snap, but she raises a finger. In your pause she moved forwards, kissing you, stealing your lips and switching positions, pressing you against the tree. Rachel's silky soft hands grasp at your body and move down to your waist, her hold is firm and you hate to admit it it's as strong as it was pleasant, she wasn't a succubus for nothing. With your body becoming warmer every passing second, your belt drops, and next she moves to lower your pants.
You don't struggle to escape from her grasp, you feel like it's a waste of effort, you'd only get out if she let you. And you had doubts she wanted to, right now she was damn enjoying her power over you.
Fine, then that just means you have more you can focus on and less to worry about. Besides, she was covering one side of you and the tree the other, that meant safer... right? The moment her kiss breaks you lean forward, reaching for a breast and popping her nipple into your lips. Rachel moans as a surge of lust courses through you. Her fingers caress your naked back, her tongue dancing on your ear. "That's right, that's how it should be..."
Ignoring her words you press on, caressing her breasts and sucking them, the pokegirl quite thoroughly enjoying your ministrations. Her tail slithered and pressed against your crotch, teasing your hardness. "Seems someone enjoys my tits." She purred.
You begin to exaggerate your motions a bit, making louder noises with your lips and throat. Gutural grunts escape you and you use your right hand to grasp the infernal's tail. Rather than shove it away you begin strocking it, the soft leathery and yielding substance quite warm to the touch. Rachel moans loudly, way louder than before, your thumb and forefinger begin to work on the spade of her tail, the other hand reaches for her neck.
"Oh, that's... nice..." She muttered between breaths, and her body pulses with... something, something nice, something that makes your mind feel ever so slightly fogged at its edges. It's pleasant, licking and kissing Rachel's hefty breasts, your hands busy with her body, her own just pressing and wriggling against you and enjoying your touch.
A sound of a branch snapping draws your attention but Rachel prevents you from looking away from her chest. "They're enjoying the show." She whispered, shuddering. "Oh, they're enjoying it quite a bit. I can work with that."
You're not sure what she meant but as she said this her whole body trembled in a small orgasm. Suddenly the air lost all its chill, it was warm, it was soothing, your body felt as if it had just been jolted with a surge of arousal. The erection from before jumps to rock hard, you groan. "Oh, you're loving this too, aren't you?" Rachel laughs, pulling your head against her tit and moaning loudly.
"And you aren't? You just love being a naughty bitch. You're a bad girl who secretly wants to be put in her place." Your words make her shudder.
"Put me in my place, eh? Master?" She laughed, moaning as you continued your teasing. "Ah... that's the spot." A soft gasp while your thumb trails a particular crevice of the spade. Switching to the other breast, you continue to suckle. The sound that caught your ear at the corner of your vision making you shift your attention ever so slightly to the side.
There, you see her.
It takes considerable effort to not have a surge of panic, not when the spider half of her body was about the size of a freaking horse! "She likes your style." Rachel gasps, managing to lower your pants with one hand. "The other two are considering things though."
Pausing long enough to glance at the smug succubus, you raise her hefty boobs and drop them slightly to wiggle them about. "What now?"
"I think my breasts are a better target for that mouth of yours right now." She purred, one hand stroking your hard cock. "She'll get closer soon enough."
Lust surges through you and you decide to step things up. Using to your advantage of how Rachel was too distracted with the breast-teasing as well as her lightness, you surge away from the tree and swivel, pinning her back against it. "Yeah, I'll put you in your place." You stated, pulling her tail towards her crotch and shoving it inside. Rachel reached up to steady herself, grasping the tree trunk, widening her legs to allow your fingers to push inside along her appendage. "Oh fuck."
"This sounds about right." You roughly command, biting her neck and digging your digits into her ready sex.
Tree bark splinters under her fingers and her tail begins to pump into her. Wet fingers escape from her folds and begin stroking her thighs, Rachel looks up and moans with the return on her snatch the next instant. Careully, discreetly, you glance sideways, noting the spider, and how she's not moving from where she stood, looking at the both of you hungrily but not moving.
At either side of her you notice two more girls. But they're not like the spider, they're human... or they look human, mostly, their incredibly long hair changing colouration as it went, like an oddly schizophrenic rainbow.
Rachel's body pulses again with power, it feels like a small bomb going off, you actually have to take a second not to orgasm as her body shines with some kind of invisible lustful glow. Your eyes can't see it, but your body feels it, feels how it stokes the fires of your arousal... and those of everyone nearby. The infernal clenched her teeth, the rhythm of her tail pumping against her sex going faster. "Oh fuck me." She moaned, reaching for your cock and stroking it, ever instant of ministration a torturously perfect touch that is very quickly and very suddenly pushing you towards the edge.
You keep your fingers deep in her sex, continuing to work her up, entirely ignoring her request. She doesn't complain but whines instead, humping your hand and grinding hard as you kept going harder.
Rachel reached orgasm, and she didn't stop, her body kept accepting your attention, her breasts eager for your touch, her cunt sopping for your fingers. "Fuck me... already..." She spoke with a growl even as her body reached another climax.
"Tar..." A duo of voices abruptly broke your attention from the succubus, your head turning to see the rainbow coloured ferals approaching, fingers hands slowly exploring their own bodies. The closer they got the clearer the signs of their lifestyle became to you, there was dried blood pouring down their lips and neck, smeared due to sweat or other reasons. Their bodies had many scratches all over, and their hands looked calloused.
But they were every bit the sexually prepared pokegirls you'd expected. "Tar..." They spoke again, one reached for your naked chest and stroked it, the other reached... down...
"No!" Rachel snapped, grabbing the one that had been aiming for your crotch and pulling her into a kiss by her hair. A sweet scent reached your nostrils and you shuddered, the first of the ferals claiming your lips with her own as the second began to return the kiss to the succubus quite eagerly. The infernal's tail escaped from the confines of her own sex and wrapped around your cock with a snap of movement that was rather astonishingly controlled.
Her tail began to tug at your cock towards her sex.
You don't let her pull any further. "No." You say firmly, watching her glare at you through the deep-mouth exploration she'd been doing to the feral pokegirl. "You want my cock, you earn it."
She growled this time, and was about to break from the tonging she was dishing out before your hand grasped the spade of her tail and placed its flat edge against her sex. Your hand began rubbing the rubbery substance against her clit, and Rachel all but melted from the contact as she let out a shrill scream and leaned against the tree for support once more. The feral she'd been attacking began to take the initiative, rubbing her body against Rachel's at the same time. The succubus groaned, any attempt to regain the upper hand tharted by her tail being rubbed against her sex.
You in the meantime had shifted focus towards the feral currently in front of you, leaving Rachel to the side with just your hand while you began making out with the rainbow-haired girl. She didn't moan so much as she began rubbing herself against you, her hand grasping your cock and placing it between her thighs as she rubbed her needy sex against you. "Tar." She sighed pleasantly.
Rachel gasped as she managed to turn towards the last feral, the white haired spider-tank who was slowly kneading her own breasts but wasn't really appearing to consider getting closer. "Come closer, it will feel good."
You had to give points where they were due, the sex pokegirl knew exactly how to sex someone up even with just her voice. Those words... they just made you ooze and feel like there wouldn't be anything you'd be willing to try out. The feral didn't stand a chance, she moaned and approached, eerily silent in her eight legs. She stopped beside one of her sister-ferals. "Ara ara." She said down at all four of you, smiling widely while her leg gently pried the feral whose heavenly thighs your cock was nestled in.
There was a complaint, but the feral appeared to have enough sense not to fight the spider-tank's decision, instead, turning towards the succubus for attention. "Ara ara." The feral said once more, looking down at your cock and licking her lips.
Her lips that hid a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth and two prominent fangs.
There s just something about staring at the mouth-equivalent of a wood chipper as it looked at your cock and licks its lips that just... triggered every survival instinct in your body at once. Who would've figured? If you're going to do this, you're going to have to fully focus on her. And you weren't going to hold back, not when your dick life was in the line.
Remembering Rachel's advise, you step closer, smiling up at her lustful expression, extending your fingers to stroke the caparace of those spider-legs. It's smooth, polished, and resilient, but somehow the feral can feel your touch to a degree. "Ara ara." She appears to be smart enough to realize you're looking to be the one initiating this, and letting you as she enjoyed the sensation, extending one of the legs so you'd have easier access.
You kissed it, and Gods above, you hoped you were doing the right thing here, grasping at the appendage like a long lost lover and stroking its length, ignoring the slight cold sweat that was running down your spine. Her body suddenly... shimmered, and the leg you were holding went from a spider one to one much more recognizable. Suddenly her face was much closer. "Ne." She said, fingers stroking her own soft legs in invitation for you to continue.
You do, managing to guide the pokegirl to sit on the floor so your ministrations in her legs were something far more comfortable to take. Face reddened, eyes amused (all eight of them), and body seeming equal parts ticklish and aroused by the soft touch of your fingers, the pokegirl's hands keep caressing her body where she wants your attention to head to. First was her calves, then her thighs, and then she caressed her hips, her navel, her stomach, her breasts. You follow the lead of her fingers, but they soon return towards her calves and feet.
Taking the opportunity to lower the intensity and take a breather, your eyes drift towards the trio behind you. Rachel had regained the upper hand while you'd been distracted and was now kissing one feral while the other's face was burried between her legs. The succubus looked at you with a look of equal parts lust, smugness, and frustration. Having learnt of her weakness though, you snatch her tail and in a single movement press it against her clit. The result electrifying and causing her to lose strength in her legs. She crumbled. "Fuck!" She cried out from the orgasm from combined clit-surprise and eager feral.
As soon as she was on the ground the other two pounced her, assaulting her body far more unrestrained at the same time they were rubbing themselves into further orgasms. A hand grasped your jaw and turned your attention back towards feral #1. Slowly, she showed how the hand she'd been using to guide you trailed down her neck, between her breasts, through vast expanse of her flat tummy, and finally stopping at her sex, wet and inviting. You gulped.
You immediately comply, trailing kisses down her front, and guiding yourself between her legs. Her body tastes of sweat and copper and her sex is warm and inviting. Nails dig into your back, drawing blood and stinging in pain. She bites into your shoulder and you thank your stars she'd turned from the form where her teeth were shaped perfectly for shredding skin and muscle.
The sex is soft, tender, despite her constantly scratching at your skin and wailing. She's an oversensitive wreck and loses herself to the feelings all the way until you come and she does too. "Switch." Rachel hadn't missed a beat and pulled you away from her as she descended on the feral like... well, like a demon possessed. Kissing, nibbling, grinding, groping, stroking... everything.
The arachnae went from being quite content with the fucking she'd received to utter and total sexual exhaustion at the hands of the sex-demon. And in the meantime, your attention had been shifted towards the other two ferals. The two ferals who were now upon you and demanding as much attention as their elder sister had. You comply, to the best of your ability, all the while the spider in the background was reduced to a whimpering mess of moans and gasps.
By the time you'd left the first feral all but too tired to continue, you were feeling quite winded yourself, doozy even. You had to lean back and take a breather. Rachel once more didn't give the ferals the option to do much, the remaining girl assaulted soon after the succubus had been done with the first, and pushing her to the very same result. Seeing her like this, a wave of awe (which you quickly suppressed) made its way through you because by the time the final feral had fallen, Rachel hadn't even begun working up a sweat.
She wasn't even winded. The succubus stood atop the fallen ferals in all her glorious nakedness, but her eyes were not in the unconscious victims but in you. They were strange, wary, and something else. A smirk made its way to those perfect cock-sucking lips. "Hm..." She was thinking about something as she saw your panting and quite winded form. But the moment came to an end before anything could be said, something strong and soft and warm approaching at impossible speed before wrapping her arms around you in the tightest hug you remember ever receiving.
"Rick." Monica's voice rung loudly, taking in your scent deeply. "Rick fuck."
"That he did." Rachel spoke, the grin spread with a look that told you there was an idea she was toying in her mind but for some other time.
"Master!" Diane was the next one to reach you, then screeched. "You're bleeding!"
That you were, your back had been turned into bloody rags. You cursed at the sting of her touch but it soon became soothing.
"Only superficial marks from a job well done." This time Rachel laughed. "You should heal it partially, let it scar, it'd make him look manlier."
The nurse had a not very friendly look in her eyes towards the other pokegirl, arms protectively wrapping around your head as if you were seconds away from being taken from her. A gesture that greatly amused the infernal. Through the corner of your eye, you could see the other approaching, and that they were not alone, as it appeared they'd found the milktits.
"It's ok Diane, just heal it up." You muttered, not too keen on carrying around scars. Your hand petted her head.
Diane nodded and relief instantly washed over you, the wounds getting closed up within a matter of minutes. "Let's catch the ferals."
The nurse came prepared and handed you over the greatballs and some pokeballs. You quickly use them up to catch all three unconscious ferals. But paused as you glanced at the Arachnae, realizing she was wearing gloves and had the remains of a shirt (or was it a bra?) on her. It was a clear sign she wasn't feral-born... or at least you hoped as much. Ferals didn't tend to wear clothes or make them, right? As a matter of fact, you were pretty damn sure Monica would be sans the maid uniform right now were it not because she'd realized it drew your eyes to her chest whenever you lost focus.
Kat and Tomas reached you only minutes later. "About time." Rachel said with a roll of the eyes.
"Are those all?" You instead focused on the milktits.
"There might be others, but it seems they ran too far, and..." Kat grimaced. "Odds are they're not coming back."
All five milktits shook their heads and dropped their ears. You'd never seen such a concentration of breasts before and it took you a moment to realize the gesture had left their chests wiggling for a bit. Death, and sex, and this world just kept feeling crazy. "So... the ferals?"
"An arachnae and two tarantellas." You explained, letting them to take the time to read the entries.
"Oh, these seem awesome, we could totally try and sell the silk." Kat spoke with enthusiasm.
"I'm... not interested in any of them." Tomas' eyes were on Rachel. "You ok? Need healing?"
"I'm not someone who'd have gotten wounded over something like this." The succubus replied with a derisive snort, also ignoring the glare from the elf next to their shared tamer.
You take a good long sigh and opt not to get involved in that since, well, you weren't asked to and you had something else to focus on. Did any of the captures interest you?
"The arachnae, I'm interested in keeping her." You commented. Rachel made a noise you couldn't interpret and thus ignored.
"She seems cool, at least by the entry." Kat scratched her chin, considering things for a moment. "I'll keep both tarantellas then."
"Both?" You asked, blinking.
"Sure, why not? My team is lacking firepower anyways." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "Once the boobisaur is tamed I'd just have to shift focus to them instead."
"It's your call." You scratched your chin. "Though I think we should meet up with Mr Gabriel first, I came up with a potential idea about how to... bypass salvage battles."
"Oh! Sure. Let's go." Kat nodded.
"It's dark though." Tomas pointed out. "Should we spend the night? I'm not sure travelling around is a good idea at night, we've risked enough as is." Memories take you back to the last time you'd opted to travel during the night, and you shudder from the encounter.
"Yes sir, please." One of them stepped ahead, looking at you with pleading eyes. "My sisters have barely had the chance to rest and I fear the night would only prove more dangerous."
"No worries, that's what we'll do." Tomas nodded with a gentle smile, the pokegirl blushed and nodded.
"Yeah, a camp sounds best." You nodded. "Mr Gabriel will have to wait for us, and Mc Donalds for you girls."
"Thank you, sirs." The milktits bowed.
"Hey, you." Rachel pointed at one of the girls, the one with the biggest breasts. "You're full, aren't you? Come here."
The pokegirl hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Rachel inspected the nude girl for only a moment and then pulled the tit onto her lips, starting to lick and suckle at it. The milktit instantly began moaning loudly. Since the succubus appeared to be enjoying what she was doing. "Uh... Rachel?" Tomas asked. "I think you should let the girl alone."
The succubus only rolled her eyes and carried on.
"Please sir, don't mind her, we milktits will become very uncomfortable if your breasts are allowed to swell too much." The first milktit spoke, smiling at him.
"Well, I guess if you don't mind..." Tomas dropped the issue.
You sighed but didn't say anything, Diane still working to fully soothe your wounds and your back to return to normal. "I'll take first shift." Kat pointed out. "I'll have my girls with me so it won't be much bother."
"Let's set up a perimeter then." Tomas spoke, taking Freya and finding a good area to set up, then having the milktits move to the centre and the others to set up to sleep around them.
You didn't much like that the pokegirls were the safest in the group, but you were also quite sure that in reality, you were likely the safer one, what with Monica and Diane stuck to your side even after you'd been recovered from the cuts.
"Uh, sir?" One of the younger milktits spoke up as everyone had begun settling down for the night. "Would you like some of my milk? Lady Katherine commented you were the one who took care of the spiders, and I'd... um... been taught that I should always show my appreciation."
Your eyes glanced at Diane, who merely shrugged, and then at Monica, who wasn't even paying attention to the bovine; the feline instead was keeping her tail touching your hip, but her eyes watching Rachel as she greedily kept molesting the girl she'd called over. "Uh... sure, anything I should be aware of? I've never drunk it... fresh... before..." You muttered, feeling your face becoming slightly hotter.
"Don't worry, Master, fresh milktit milk is perfectly safe and nutritious for humans. As a matter of fact, it would do you quite good to help with the recovery of your stamina." Diane listed off, before pausing, blushing, and lowering her voice. "Though for a pokegirl such as myself it would be different, untreated milktit milk would cause my breasts to swell and to start lactating." At her words there's a chorus of giggles from the milktits, Diane's face becoming redder but her eyes remain on you intently.
The pokegirl who'd been initially offering approached, kneeling beside you and smiling sweetly at you as she cupped her breasts and raised them for your inspection. A droplet of milk dribbled down both nipples. Monica's attention had shifted, staring at the milktit and then at you, seeming curious as to what was going on.
"Wow, that sounds incredible, actually." You stated, slightly surprised just 'milk' could do the things Diane claimed it could do. Though as soon as you said this you realized the nurse's eyes had been speaking of a silent request, and… truth be told, you'd be lying if you didn't say it was a rather intriguing prospect.
"Oh, it's nothing, sir." The milktits was now blushing up a storm.
"I'd say it is." You replied. "Actually, would you mind if my pokegirls joined me?"
Diane smiled and blushed, but the bovine girl blushed harder. "Not at all, sir. Please, dig in."
As she said this, the reality of the situation sort of dawned on you, the fact this strange beautiful woman was offering… well, milk, and that you'd readily agreed. Between that and all the other new things you'd been trying out through these past few days, you felt like the previous you would just flat out refuse to believe he'd ever become what you were turning into. What WERE you turning into?
With a gulp as you reached out to the soft tender chest of the bovine pokegirl, your mind telling you she'd prove quite easy to break in, that you only needed to do something akin to what you'd done to and with Diane to make her pliant to your will, that once under your control she'd make for a great support for the team in terms of lugging around equipment as well as keeping everyone well fed...it was then that you had the answer. You were becoming a tamer.
The night's activities had been few, much to Monica's frustration. Both she and Diane had found the milk to have left them eager to spend that energy with you, and you in turn, though feeling completely revitalised physically, felt a level of mental exhaustion you just couldn't really put up with. So it turned into snuggle time for everyone until your watch-shift came. Then, Diane forbid you on taking any part in guard duties and left you next to the milktits who were more than happy to glomp you into a pit of pliant flesh the likes of which no mattress could ever compare. You quickly fell back asleep, trusting that if there was anything out there that neither Monica nor Diane could handle, then you definitely couldn't either and as such you'd just peacefully die in your sleep unaware.
Fortunately though, you didn't get eaten by a feral, so you had the pleasure of waking up in a brand new way. There was a boob on your face, a nipple in your lips, and delicious sweet thick milk flowing down your throat. You were surrounded by softness and your mind was half-hazy as it enjoyed the meal. The one the breast was attached to appeared to be enjoying it about as much as you were, if not more.
Mind returning to you slowly, you eventually let go of the girl's tit and looked up at a milktit different from the one from last night blushing and smiling down at you. "Good morning, sir." She greeted you. "Did you like my milk?"
"...yes, thank you." You reply courteously, not very sure what else was apt to say in this situation. "Delicious."
"I'm glad, sir. Help yourself whenever you'd like." She added.
"I'll… keep that in mind." You sit up, glancing around, it's early in the morning, not dawn quite yet but nearly so. Most of the others were asleep, Diane had been curled in your lap. The one currently on duty were Freya and Tomas it seemed, both of them sitting besides one another and intently looking away from a source of sound that was only now reaching your ears. Turning your head, you laid witness to Rachel straddling Monica's abdomen as the feline was currently squeezing and suckling at the engorged tits for all they were worth, one hand deep between her own thighs in fervent masturbation while doing her best to empty the succubus' massive breasts of all liquid contained within.
Moving out of the pile of pokegirls, and shifting Diane so the girl who'd been feeding you would switch to her (she shot you a knowing wink as the nurse started to sleepily lap up the milk), you stretched your legs, thanked that your pants were still on, and realized that Kat was on the opposite side of the pile. Her back was turned to you, one hand was on the milktit's mouth, the other between the pokegirl's thighs as she was eagerly sucking the milk. She was probably thinking she was being 'discreet' as she was finger-blasting the pokegirl who clearly struggled to not make so much as a peep.
The others were, mostly, asleep, though you spotted a few were eyeing the female tamer as well as you with slight blushing smiles. With a slight groan and a crink you got rid of from the odd sleeping position, you walked over to where Monica and the succubus were currently being busy with one another. "Good morning."
She opened one half-lidded eye at you, and smirked. "Hello." She wriggled her ass in the air. "Come to do what you couldn't finish yesterday?"
Her tail waved high in the air, and you snatched it before she could do anything about it. "Just chit-chat." You spoke, plopping down to the ground with your legs crossed.
"Riiiick." Monica moaned, eyes unfocussed and entirely lost in the lust, beginning to pump herself harder. Rachel turned the cat's head so she'd go back to suckling, something she did albeit looking at you through lidded eyes.
"I see you're giving Monica some breakfast." You pointed out casually, your thumb rubbing down the middle crevice of the leathery appendage.
She shuddered, her hips grinding slightly against the feline beneath her. "It's more of a… ha… to reduce the pressure." Slowly she licked her lips. "I'm also getting breakfast while at it."
"I see." Your finger's movement in the spade was a slow grind that matched the rhythm her hips had begun to use as she humped against Monica's chiseled abdomen. "You know…"
Monica's muffled moan against Rachel's chest made you stop, watching the succubus bite her lower lip at the feline's rough appetite for her milk. "Y-yes?"
"...if you wanted to sex battle." Grriiiiind, and squeeze and… she moans. "...you could've at least waited until I woke up."
"A… a sex battle?" She stuttered between gasps, managing a derisive snort. "You mean a… ah… warmup? No one here could… could… could match me."
"Oh, I wouldn't know about that." You said plainly, drawing a large circle that made her groan before very very slowly starting to move the circles into smaller ones.
"Oh fuck." You hear her whisper under her breath, either unknowing or uncaring that she's humping Monica's torso at the same pace your fingers were drawing circles. You slow down and she does so too, then speed up gradually again.
"Good work with the spiders by the way." Changing the subject, you're moving the circles into small and fast and then turn them into slow strokes following the spade's center all the way to the tip. "Not quite sure why you cut my fun short with the arachnae."
Rachel didn't respond, her hands were grasping her chest just as roughly as Monica was, milk now dribbling down faster than the masturbating feline could handle. Her mouth was firmly shut while she was working herself into a sexual frenzy. "Though if I'm being honest, that moment when you just begged me to fuck you? That was quite the highlight."
"Fuck me." Rachel gasped, sucking in sharply, squeezing her nipples and causing milk to spray out.
"Yup, just like that." You chuckled, now pushing your touching of her tail into override, holding it firmly and strongly with everything your grip could give while your thumb pressed against the spade and drew a single depression of flesh that was dragged towards the tail's tip.
"Oh yes, just like that, Rick, fuck me. FUCK ME RICK!" She screamed, going rigid, breasts spraying milk all over Monica as a wave of lust burst from the succubus and brought the feline to orgasm, it's power enough to give you a moment of pause before you realized your knuckles were white from how strongly you were holding the succubus' tail.
With a calming breath, you let go, watching the succubus instantly crumble like a puppet without strings and heaving for air through a flushed face and half-open eyes, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. A chill ran down your spine as you realized everything was deathly silent save the heavy breathing of Monica and the succubus. It was then that, without needing to turn your head, you knew that every pair of eyes within the camp were now upon you.
The only way to deal with this... is to pretend there was nothing to react about at all. "Well, that's that." You reach to Monica and kiss lips softly as she panted for breath, giving her breast a squeeze and realizing it hadn't just grown larger since last night but was also now dribbling.
She sighed pleasantly. "Wait for sex." You told her softly, kissing her cheek, and her eyes smiled.
"Rick good." She muttered, something about her tone showing a lot of eagerness over the prospective fuck you'd just promised. She did need a bit of pampering after all, yesterday she'd been a very good kitty what with how she'd managed to obey and not rush to your side until told to.
"Monica good." You replied one more kiss and gesturing her to come along. Rachel was tossed off without a second thought, the infernal just rolling with it and laying on the dirt, looking up at you with a gaze that spoke of powerful intent. To what? You couldn't tell.
You shot the succubus a smile. "Thanks for last night, without you it wouldn't have been possible to catch those ferals." Your words are true. "Also, next time you want to fuck Monica, ask first."
Looking down at your feline, you tap her nose, drawing the coy smile she wore to an end. "No fucking her without permission." You point at Rachel as you say this.
Monica pouts. "No sex?"
"Need permission." You declared. "Ask."
"Oh." The pout lessens. "Fuck her now?"
Chuckling, you roll your eyes. "No, now we leave."
You only glance back at Rachel once before heading towards the milktit pile, the succubus is looking at you with narrowed eyes, seeming deep in thought. It was a look that reminded you of your students when they were in the middle of an exam they hadn't figured out. It had confusion in it, but a determination to seek an answer.
You walked straight up to Diane who was openly glaring at Rachel before looking at you with confusion at your approach. "Sleep well Diane?" You asked her, offering a hand to help her up.
Kat, who was openly gawking, was ignored.
She hesitated, conflicted, then sighed and smiled. "Yes, Master." She took the hand.
In one fluid motion, you pulled her into a deep kiss. "Good, how are your breasts?"
A stutter and a blush, she leaned closer to you to whisper. "They're ready for you, Master." Rachel was no longer in her mind at all.
"Then we should get going because I plan to deal with them in the pokecenter." You whispered back. "Think you could organize the milktits to start moving? I'd appreciate it if you made sure they're well taken care of during our way towards the farm."
"Yes, Master." She nodded hurriedly, reaching the nearest milktit and immediately nudging her to sit up, starting a physical inspection of her.
Your attention drifted over the milktits. "We should get moving, your tamer is very worried about you and the sooner we get you girls to him the sooner he'll be able to calm down. Diane here is a Rapha, she will give you a quick look over to make sure you're all well and then we'll set out."
Nods followed your words along with a couple 'Yes, sir's. Kat is still gawking. And in the corner of your eye you could tell Tomas was currently looking at you with a steady fixed gaze that spoke of sheer and incredible disbelief at either what you'd done to Rachel, the ease with which how you were currently ignoring what you'd done to Rachel, or both.
You ignore Tomas, if he wants to approach you he will. Frankly speaking, you're not even quite sure what to tell him. There's a mild sense of shame within you, a little voice telling you that it was wrong to 'steal' from him. But it was quieted, there was a certain amusement in the thought that pokegirls actually belonged to people, that in this world they were property that came with an ingrained desire to 'belong' to something, or someone, in their own way.
And Tomas had missed the memo.
Overlooking the milktits, Diane moved faster with you nearby, quickly confirming that everyone was in good health and ready to hit the road. "Let's go, then." You commanded. Kat hadn't uttered a word, Tomas hadn't approached you, Freya had remained next to her tamer, and Rachel hadn't. The succubus opting to just take to the air, remaining well above the group, so high up she was barely the size of your thumbnail.
You began walking, Monica took a position out front, Diane at your side, the milktits behind. Tomas and Kat behind the herd, you were rather sure they were talking to one another, their words were unintelligible, but Tomas' tone was indignant while Kat's was neutral. With Diane shooting you unsure looks that would quickly become lustful ones as soon as you made an obvious look towards the two damp spots in the front of her dress, the walk towards the farm was an easy one.
Several hours later and with the sun beating down from above, you'd reached the farm. The first person you saw was Mr Gabriel standing with the minotaura near the entrance, Tessa next to him as he was reading out loud from his pokedex. The old man stopped as he saw the group, smiling even though the minotaura clearly didn't, instead heading inside. "How did it go?" He asked.
"Three feral spider-type pokegirls, all but five got lost or... eaten." You grimaced, pointing at the milktits as they rushed into the farm, relief clear in all their faces, one of them even collapsing as she hugged one of her sisters.
"It's a shame." Mr Gabriel spoke, scratching his chin. "That farmer is a real nice fellow, don't figure losing more than half of his girls will do his business any good."
"I doubt that too." You muttered, feeling Tomas and Kat reaching you, but neither saying anything.
"And the reward said he'd give us one of them." Mr Gabriel added. "Think maybe we should...?" He left the words hanging.
"I don't care, I wasn't going to take the cow-girl anyways," Tomas stated briskly, his tone quite incensed.
Kat looked troubled, keeping quiet as she glanced at you, appearing to be waiting for your opinion before she said her own.
Your eyes glance at Kat. "I already have Diane as my non-combatant. You think you could handle another girl?"
Diane immediately stepped up. "Master, if I may speak?"
At her words Tomas snorts loudly, you ignore him. "Yes, Diane?"
"Miss Katherine..."
"Please, just Kat." She replied swiftly.
"Miss Kat." Diane corrected. "It is correct that your starter is feral-born, correct?"
"Yeah, the salalexis we met before reaching New Bark."
"And now you have a feral boobisaur without training, and have also taken the two feral tarantelas, right?" A nod was the response the nurse got. "I believe you could use the milktit, unless mister Mc Donald is tricking us, he should be giving us one of the milktits we saved, and as far as I've seen they are all tamed, easy to get along with, and knowledgeable. I think whoever you pick, she would be helpful to you as she wouldn't need any training and could instead aid in taming your other girls."
"Oh, oh, yeah, I guess you're right." Kat nodded. "Then I think we should take the girl."
"That settles it then." Mr Gabriel didn't look pleased, but had left it at that.
"I'm sure Mr Mc Donald has insurance, he will be compensated for his losses, especially since those losses weren't caused by us but by the tamers that started all of this."
"Yes, he will be compensated for the things he lost, won't he?" Tomas stated heatedly. "It could almost be considered theft, right?" His eyes are intense as he looks at you.
Kat opens her mouth and closes it, sighing.
"What's this about?" Mr Gabriel commented, seeming confused.
"Yeah, teach, what IS this about?" Tomas' tone was challenging.
Freya and Diane shrunk, stepping away from both Tomas and yourself.
"I don't know, Tomas, what is it about?" You asked calmly, turning to face him fully and put up the calmest and most neutral of expressions.
The young man does a commendable effort to not burst out. "You fucked Rachel."
"No I didn't." You rebuffed flatly.
"Didn't look that way to me."
"Then I suggest you clean your glasses, my pants haven't come out since last night." You replied. "Or are you talking about that one time yesterday when I walked alone with her to face off three feral pokegirls, nearly died twice, and still didn't fuck Rachel? Because I didn't fuck Rachel then either."
"You did something to her." He pressed.
"Do what?" You snorted. "She was dominating Monica, I came to help."
"She wasn't dominating her, just feeding."
"I don't know Tomas, it didn't look that way to me." You rebuke using his own words against him. "I mean, they were both naked, and Monica was being straddled by Rachel who was using her powers to drive her into a lust frenzy of masturbation. I'd call that dominating her."
Tomas flinched at your choice of words, you pressed on. "And as a succubus, she eats lust. Why would you, her alleged tamer, not decide to merely feed her yourself? Or have her nearby while you fucked some other pokegirl?"
The human opened his mouth and closed it. "I wasn't in the mood."
"Are you sure it's not that she initiated things with Monica and when you asked in an attempt to stop her, she gave you that excuse?" You look at him coolly, he flinched. "So, to get things straight, Rachel approached Monica, initiated an attempt at dominating her which she succeeded, and all throughout that time you'd felt too squeamish to so much as demand she seek a meal elsewhere with anyone else."
"Monica wanted it."
His words made you growl, he jumped back as you stepped towards him. But you stopped yourself, smoothing out your shirt as you calm down. "And who does Monica belong to?"
"No one, she's just part of your team."
"No, Tomas, you're wrong." You declared. "She belongs to me."
Your words cause him to gasp, then recoil. "She's..."
"Monica is a feral born pokegirl, with no knowledge of what constitutes common sense, and who had no training or experience handling any form of civilization or socialization besides raping and killing, or torturing." You spoke coldly. "Now you're going to claim she is fully independent and the sole one responsible for her actions?" Your voice was lowering to almost a whisper. "Tell me, why do you think she is wearing that paralysing collar right now? Because I am quite certain she will never hurt a hair on my body so long as she's in full charge of her mental faculties."
Another flinch. "But..."
"But nothing, you'd be stupid to claim Monica was anything but my responsibility." Standing straight, looking down at him, you growl. "But she is also my property, and it is my choice whether I let her do something, or not."
"She's a person." Tomas straightened up. "Just like any other human, she should be free."
"She was free and she chose to be my property." You spoke flatly. "Just how Diane chose to be mine, and Freya chose to be yours. They made their choice, and I decided to take my responsibility seriously. You are still just playing games thinking that every girl you fuck will just roll over and pledge their loyalty to you just because you're kind."
Tomas flinched.
"In the end, I think that the reason you're angry is because you felt like Rachel was yours."
"What?" He was startled, raising his voice. "I'd never own someone!"
"Really? At no point did you think that she owed something to you? Like loyalty perhaps?" His silence was all the answer you needed.
"You are both right, you know."
All eyes turned up to see the naked succubus descending, landing softly in front of Tomas, her back towards you, her tail swishing. "I'm not your property." The pokeball was snatched from Tomas' belt and the young man shoved aside like a ragdoll, causing him to tumble to the ground several steps away. "A boy would never be able to own me."
The look on his face was one of betrayal. She turned around, eyes gleaming as she looked at you fiercely, stepping in your direction and stopping just shy of being able to touch you. "Only a man can catch me." Raising the oddly coloured sphere, she crushed it to dust, effectively losing the protection she'd had from being targetable by a Pokeball. Any Pokeball.
Everyone present was very abruptly left quite speechless.
You look at Rachel coldly, then towards Tomas. "Apologize to him."
"What?" She blinked, not having expected it.
A shake of your head as you take one of the empty pokeballs. "You want this, right? To earn it you will have to apologize to him."
"He's just a-."
"I don't give a fuck what you think about him." You step towards her, snarling, furious. "Either you tell him exactly what you had in mind for him, apologize, and make sure he forgives you; or you have my word that if you ever come into my possession the first thing I will do is stuff you through a level 5 and sell you to the highest bidder."
Rachel flinched, flushed, nodding. "I... I understand, Master."
She flew towards Tomas as he was standing up, looking at her in disbelief as she looked down at him. "I planned to stay around you, play the happy little slut, have you forget about your other girls, and watch as they left you during Sadie Pokens. Then, I'd stay at your side and console you as we continued on to Kasul, where I'd leave you." There was a grimace as she glanced at your stern glare before she looked back at Tomas. "For that I... apologize, since killing you would've been too big a risk for me, this was the best way to ensure that when you inevitably turned towards the authorities to denounce me leaving you, they'd take you as nothing more than a bitter pokegirl-less tamer and nothing to think about as more than a sob-story."
Tomas' mouth was open in disbelief.
"So, do you forgive me?"
The young man was looking at her, rendered mute, Freya at his side was looking both furious and concerned. It was clear she had many words she wanted to say, but her worry for the young man stronger right now.
"Well?" Rachel pressed.
"...suck me." He muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"I said... suck me off." He swallowed, looking at her with wide eyes.
"You should've just started with that." She shrugged, kneeling in front of him and reaching for his zipper.
"You..." He took a step back, looking at her with growing disgust. "You'd really..."
"I want to belong to Master, a simple blow job is nothing." She snorted, watching him impatiently. "Are we going to do this or not? I don't want to keep him waiting."
"I..." Tomas' eyes turn towards you. "She's... she's yours, I should've never..."
He turned, broke into a full sprint, Freya hot on his heels.
"I'll talk to him." Kat muttered, leaving and starting to chase after them.
"Rick." Mr Gabriel's tone was very cold. "I am not going to pretend I know what you're doing, because I don't. But if you think that's a woman you can trust..."
"She's not." You growled, watching her turning towards you and approaching back.
"So long as you're clear on that." Mr Gabriel nodded. "I'll talk to the farmer and leave you to... this. Whatever this can be called."
Rachel returned, smiling. "A deal's a deal." She lowered herself to her knees, prostrating herself before you. "Master."
You glance down at her and pause, turning to look at Diane and Monica. The nurse is clearly distressed, the look in her eyes one of many fears of the future. Monica on the other hand is glancing at the succubus curiously but clearly curious as to what you'd do. "I think… yes, I will rename you." You said, pulling out the pokeball from your belt as you turn towards the infernal pokegirl. "Kiara." You scratched your chin while approaching her, motioning the other two to get closer.
"I like it." She nodded, eyes gleaming as she glanced at the pokeball, lips spreading into a wider smile.
"I don't much care if you do, or don't." You handed over the pokeball to Diane. "She is my alpha, and she will capture you."
A stunned moment of silence. "What?" The succubus frowned.
Your hand reached her throat and squeezed, it was remarkable to realize that even then you couldn't quite manage to start choking her unless you brought up the second hand. "Do not think you are joining me as the crown jewel, you are the bottom bitch here and these two outrank you." You made a motion towards Diane before roughly yanking the infernal into a forceful kiss. "We'll finish this later." You added just as she vanished into red light, your fingers grasping empty air a moment after.
Then… then you sighed.
"Master…" Diane hesitated, holding the Pokeball.
"I know, I know." You rubbed the bridge of your nose, pulling her into a hug. "I don't much like her either but we need her strength and turning her down would've caused serious problems down the line."
"I… I understand, Master." She nodded.
Monica joined the hug without prompting. "Rick, Diane." She spoke, looming over the both of you and squeezing tightly, her tongue ticklish as it lapped at your ear.
"Yea, you too, Monica." You extended your arms to include the feline in this. "This is going to get rough, and I'm going to need your help."
"Anything, Master." Diane sighed, more relaxed, but you could still feel her worries welling within her.
You keep the hug going for several more seconds before the sound of Mr Gabriel approaching is enough of a sign to split things up.
"She gone?" The question is simple, the man is currently alone save Tessa, but the girl is carrying a pokeball you have the distinct feeling is occupied by a milktit.
"Balled, I'll keep her there for the time being." You replied.
"20 thousand and the milktit, our work here is done." The man replied with a shrug. "Don't think you should be around Tomas for now, let him cool off."
You glanced at him and then at New Bark in the distance. "It's an hour away or so."
"I think Kat and Freya can handle anything that might pop up from here to there." The man commented with a shrug.
"We'll stay near enough that if anything happens I can send Monica to help." You declared after a moment's consideration, pointing him in the direction Tomas and Kat had ran off to. "Think I should let them see me keeping a distance?"
"They're smart, they'll figure out you're giving him space whether you're visible or not, so why make the effort?"
A shrug of acknowledgement was all you gave and walked with him, your girls behind. "Do you think I shouldn't have taken her?"
"I think this world doesn't work like ours and there's lots of things I'm no longer certain of." He shook his head softly pulling Tessa close as she kept eyeing Monica warily. "All I know is that though you're not doing things the way I would have had I been in your shoes, you're keeping us safe."
"...thanks." You muttered.
"Don't mention it."
Silence follows as you walk, you take the opportunity to check your dex and see if it had anything about succubus taming. There were dozens of forums that had been pre-loaded during your initial search on the breed while in New Bark, so you had quite some text to filter through. After you managed the monumental task of rejecting most of everything you'd found on the basics that everyone and their mother were claiming they had "totally tamed a succubus into being my willing bitch, lol", you eventually find a handful of gold-nuggets of information from users that actually seem smart albeit they admit not having first hand experience on the field.
Basically, they've come to a united conclusion that infernals in general don't tend to be evil, merely sociopathic and selfish. They'd prefer to work on their own unless something was seen as being "worth their effort". They also deduced that loyalty with infernals played along the same lines, because they were so selfish and mistrusting, any "obedience" a girl showed at first would be, if not an act, then wholly because of their self-interests. But then came the flip side, infernals whose loyalty was honest was one that they'd keyed with their own antisocial and selfish ways, which (according to the smart anons) explains why so many members of the infernal breeds had caveats of "will become incredibly loyal, even to the death", because once those barriers had been overcome, then to them loyalty itself was seen as to be in their self-interest rather than merely aligned with it.
These 'guessers' also acknowledged that taming cycles would be of little use more often than not. Because loyalty from an infernal was owned through acknowledgement that it was best in their self-interests, though they could be cowed into obedience by the risk of taming cycles, they would be highly likely to just escape or betray their tamer if they feel the risk is too real. In the same way, respect would be hard-earned, as though not necessarily something that would require to align to their selfish streak, it would definitely require the infernal coming to the logical acknowledgement of the other girl as someone of worth… while at the same time they not being someone that ought to be used and tossed away.
If anything, everyone concluded that it was quite tricky to come up with some plan that could help anyone convince an infernal to respect another pokegirl. Even when they were talking of purely theoretical approaches. Closing the dex now that there was little else to find while out in the wilds and without much of a signal, Tomas and Kat had come into sight. The young man looking not-quite-himself as he and the girl and Freya were very softly talking.
"This is my stop." Mr Gabriel said, continuing forwards to approach the group while you stayed behind.
They spotted him, and then you, but no one did or said anything about it, just watching Mr Gabriel approach before opting to ignore you once it was clear that you were going to keep your distance and let them breathe while out here in the wilds.
Kat shot you a look and a nod before going back to talking with Tomas.
"I want to think up some ways to have Kiara acknowledge you." You stated, opting to talk things out while you waited for the main group to move. You turned towards her. "As my alpha, I want to know if you've got anything in mind that could help in that."
Diane looked up at you with big wide eyes. "Master, I…" She hesitated, nodding once and nodded, frowning as you gave her the dex to read up on what you'd found out.
"Let's start simple, don't worry." You caressed her hair to reassure her. "Succubuses are known to respect things related to sex more than anything, hell, the reason she did what she did seems to be purely because of… well, what I did to her."
"Did you tame her?"
"No." You shook your head. "Only played with her tail and finger banged her against a tree." You suddenly blink, realizing how easily and casually those words came out of you. Wowza. You opted to continue rather than make it too obvious you felt slightly concerned for your clearly deteriorating sense of decency. "I think it came down to the tail thing this morning as the cherry on top."
Diane nodded, then frowned. "Master, though she did swear herself to you, I do not think she is loyal to you."
"What do you mean?"
"If earning an internal loyalty is so hard, how come she seemed to get yours so quickly?" She added. "I believe that, right now, her interests do align with being yours. But that doesn't mean she is loyal, what happens when those interests shift?" She hesitated. "Master, I think that the situation is much like with mister Tomas, but it is also certainly different."
You scratched your chin in thought. "It's a test."
"What?"
"It's a test." You concluded. "She wants a master, but she's smart, she couldn't truly know someone in just a day or two, only peek at their potential. She deemed I had higher potential to be the kind of Master she wants, so she ditched Tomas."
When you said this you remembered the way she'd called you master right after breaking Tomas' heart, there had been something that had felt off. Not mocking like earlier, but… hopeful? Or maybe you were just projecting to the memory right now.
Diane for her part looked troubled. "Master, I don't like the thought that a pokegirl that's yours is 'testing' you."
"You and me both." You sighed. "But let's consider I want to ensure Kiara truly becomes loyal."
She squirmed a bit. "If it's a test, and… Master wants to ensure her loyalty, then… shouldn't we instead focus on how to impress upon her that her loyalty to you is good rather than try to think of ways for me to properly prevent her from taking my position as alpha?"
"I think our best approach would be to restrict her privileges." You declared after a moment's consideration, watching the group starting to walk towards the city and following at a distance. Monica glued herself to your side merely paying attention to the conversation. "Take away as many things as reasonable, like the right to fly without permission. And after telling her she can earn it back by working hard, we drip-feed it."
How much of it she understood was anyone's guess. "That's… Master, that sounds good, but with what leverage?" Diane looked worried. "If she decides not to obey, what's stopping her from just leaving Master? Why would Master want a girl that would seriously consider such an option outside of Sadie Pokens?"
Scratching your head, you try to boil down your plan to the simpler elements. "It's her ego, we're using her ego against her." You explain. "She thinks she is secretly testing us to see if I am worthy to be her tamer, but by telling her we are testing her she'd be too proud to let herself be anything but 'the best' or otherwise she couldn't refuse us without losing face."
"I'm… not getting it, Master, I'm sorry." She shook her head. "I just… I'm not a psychic, I'm not very good into getting into the heads of others."
"Don't worry, it's just something you'll get practice." You pecked her cheek, a small show of affection that made her glow. "All we need to do is be consistent with her punishments and rewards, and be fair. So long as the system is clear and the rules simple, she will think herself able to 'game' it and 'easily' climb up."
"If you say so, Master." Diane nodded.
A moment of silence followed as you walked. "Rick." Monica called out and you glanced up to her. "Fuck now?"
Ah. That explained her quietness, she'd been expecting the reward you'd promised that morning while Kiara had been breast-feeding her. "Soon." You promised.
"Soon." She replied with a pout.
As it turned out, "soon" was the very instant you'd entered the city. Tomas and Kat had just up and vanished between the buildings and Mr Gabriel had told you they were going to do their own thing and that he was going to take a walk.
So Diane proposed the great idea of going towards her apartment for some assured privacy without needing to worry about accidentally stumbling on anyone else. Followed by the little commentary that being 'calm and collected' could only do them good in terms of handling both the spider and the succubus. Cue all clothes getting tossed the instant the house's door closed, followed by someone ignorable complaining about slamming doors, and then you and your two girls finding out that when it came to milk squirting breasts, they were best handled in the shower.
Whoever had complained was gone by the time you finished cleaning up and putting back on the same clothes (after they'd gone into the washer/dryer and Monica discovered the marvels of furniture that vibrated. She'd immediately began asking if she could take it with her). Now freshened up, you set out towards the pokecenter. "It seems the intensive-care patients were discharged, Master." Diane commented upon talking with the receptionist for a second. "They, along with the others, seem to have been taken to the Hunter's lodge."
"Probably so they get briefed on things." You nodded, scratching your ear for a second. "Makes sense, they probably hadn't considered how little we know about this world when we first showed up, and they've since learned their lesson."
A giggle suddenly escaped Diane.
"What is it?"
"Nothing, I'm just… thinking about what you told me about Major Huge regarding his offer." She was grinning. "I can only imagine how he'd react if he learnt you evolved Monica, caught a feral Arachnae, and now have a succubus." A burst of giggling. "I remember he was always quite serious about things, very hard to shock him."
"Huh." The thought was an amusing one.
"Would you like to check-up on your companions, Master?" Diane asked genuinely this time.
Considering your options, you thought about the things you absolutely had to do, and those were the arcahnae, and the succubus. Nothing else was really pressing in your agenda. At the same time, right now you knew where all the other survivors that had been found were, but you couldn't be sure you'd know where they'd be after leaving the Hunter's lodge. Or maybe it would be best to spend the time doing something else? You were sure there were things you'd need to buy like pokeballs or food, as well as looking for some tamers and seeing if you could learn how they handled things, after all, salvage wasn't the only mode of battling.
Or maybe the library was due another trip?
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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