"Let's go see if we can meet them." You muttered, scratching your head. "Though first let's check some things, I may buy some stuff."
"Yes Master." was all that was needed to be said before all of you were off to look for the items you had in mind.
In the end, even though you'd found several killer deals, you reconsidered. After all, the money would come out of the group funds and with things as they were going you'd rather not have to talk to them and ask whether it'd be ok to buy some ugly clothes for Kiara. Sighing wearily, you at least noticed how Diane's eyes sparkled at a particularly revealing leather ensemble that was about as expensive as she was, so it was definitely out the window for the foreseeable future.
Monica had just sniffed the clerk and began calling her "Bunny." But besides that, nothing else of note happened through the window-shopping trip around the small commercial area. After that, you'd headed towards the Hunter's lodge, and as the first time knocked on the door. And just like the first time, the petite mouse-girl open.
"How may Dory be of service, mister?" She asked in a squeak, becoming anxious the instant she spotted Monica.
"I was looking for the survivors, the ones from the forest that got here not that long ago?" You commented. "They should be inside."
"Oh, is Mister part of the group? Dory was told by Master Mendoza that Dory should lead all survivors from the forest inside."
"I was originally part of the group but got separated. I wanted to meet up with them."
"Certainly, Mister, Dory will lead Mister inside." She froze as she looked at Diane and then at Monica. "Mister, only one pokegirl is allowed out at a time while inside the lodge."
"Monica, I'm going to recall you." You pointed out, hugging the girl and giving her a kiss. She responded in kind, but said nothing else as the red beam of light made her vanish.
Dory instantly relaxed ten or twelve notches, though was still looking slightly tense. "Dory will lead the way." She called. Into the house and up some set of wooden stairs, you soon began to hear muffled screaming. Old instincts kicked in, ones honed from years of teaching at school, you knew that tone, that tremor, that… indignation. Everything you'd learned as a teacher told you that the room you were headed towards was one you were best to avoid if given so much as half a heartbeat of thought to it.
On the second floor, Dory stopped in a corridor with only three doors. You saw Major Huge leaning against the wall next to one of them, the one from which the hellish screeches of the banshee could be heard. He was drinking from a metal flask. "Mister Major Huge, sir, I brought another forest person." Dory pointed out, drawing the man's attention towards you.
A slow evil grin spread across his lips. "Oh, Rick, just the man I wanted to see."
If before the alarms were ringing, now they were wailing, screeching, jumping around your head like monkeys on cocaine.
On Huge was the smile of the worst kind of evil, the one that was about to dispose of a massive rabies-filled dumpster fire by flinging it at the most frustrating person they knew.
No. Oh no.
"We gathered everyone we could find that survived in the forest, but they haven't been taking in the news about their new situation quite well…"
Nononononononono…
His arm draped across your shoulder, a metal vice, a sentence to death. "I was wondering if you could lend me a hand? You know, inform your fellow companions from the perspective of someone
with more experience."
Shit.
"Why do you hate me?" You muttered, feeling dejected. "You do realise that my declining your offer before wasn't anything personal, right?"
"I don't hate you, not at all." He stated. "You just turned down the most generous offer I've ever made to someone with no official track-record and that will likely get me inspected even though it got nowhere." His pat on your back was quite rough. "Don't worry though, I don't think you're a bad person, and were I to really hate you, you'd just have never came back after you left to deal with that milktit farm quest."
Your steps stop cold and you look at the man smiling amicably at your side. "You're spying on me?"
"That would be a waste of much needed resources, I just placed a bell on your account." He shrugged. "I'll know when, where, and how, you've succeeded in a quest, or gym battle. It's a nifty little tool people like us have to keep an eye on potential recruits, you're not the only one on my list, mind you."
"So you could help me with the succubus?"
"I don't see your harem details, so I wouldn't... wait WHAT?"
He stepped back, and in a movement that was clearly too fast to not have been practiced for years, he pulled his pokedex out of pocket and scanned you. You've never seen someone's eyes bug out like that. "Evolved and... succcubus and... arachnae?" He muttered, looking at you and then the screen and then back at you. "Just, wha- how!?"
"Things just kinda… happened." You shrugged your shoulders. "Anyways, I was serious about the help with the succubus."
"Just… happened? Happened!?" There was something shrill about his voice that sounded far too many parts disbelief. His hand smacked his forehead and he shook his head, grumbling. "Genieve's going to kill me when she finds out about this…"
"Hello? Major Huge?" You waved at him. "
"Just… give me a minute, I need to figure out which wall I'll hurt myself the least when hitting my head against it."
"May I suggest the door? It's wooden and should prove softer." Diane quipped with a smile.
"Shush." You muttered at her, hiding your own smile.
"Rick? Rick, Rick, look, Rick, you… you really should've taken that hunter job." Huge sighed heavily. "Well, whatever. Too late, I guess. Fuck. Me." He grumbled, now pacing back and forth.
"I'm sure the succubus wouldn't mind." Diane quipped again. "Master would be willing to change her for something equivalent I'm sure."
"Diane!" You hissed, and she flinched, shrinking back. "You do not make those decisions for me. Ever."
"Yes, Master, sorry, Master." She bowed back three steps.
"As long as you understand that." You nodded, patting her head and quickly dissipating her anxiousness.
Huge was suddenly looking at you appreciatively, serious, nodding. "Yeah, you're going to get far if you can manage to avoid the grinder." He stated, sighing, and bringing out his dex once more. "Give me your dex for a sec."
"What is it?"
"You said you needed help, right?" He wrote something on your dex and it beeped. "That's the number of an old friend of mine, Felix, specializes in infernals because of his blood-gifts. Tell him I offered Ursula as your starter and I'm sure he'll be happy to give you advice."
[Dex Contact: Felix added]
[Dex Contact: Major Huge added]
A voice managed to make it through the door, a single scream of "HOW DARE YOU!?" That put the hairs on your neck on edge.
"Well, seems fate is calling for you." Huge shoved you towards the door.
Oh right. Hell was waiting for you.
The door opened, you stepped inside.
It was a relatively medium sized room, clearly meant for events or conferences with less than twenty people in mind. There were about that many chairs after all, and a little less than half were occupied. At the front of the room there was a poor red-headed woman who looked about as miserable as she could ever be, and in front of her with the look of a mad dog about to jump for a bite was… a familiar face. And yet one you couldn't bring yourself to remember their name.
It felt as if you'd suppressed it somewhere in the back of your mind throughout these past few days of having to worry about more important things than parent-teacher meetings. "Blaire? Return." A red beam of light from behind you made the red-head vanish into thin air, her eyes shining with relief in those brief instants before disappearing. Major Huge stepped inside with you. "Everyone? I believe you know Rick, he is the reason every one of you is here today." He declared loudly. "If not for him reaching us when he did, we wouldn't have known to send aid as quickly as we had, and we wouldn't have been able to find you as easily."
Everyone in the room was looking at you, a one particular pair of eyes doing so with growing ill intent. "He has been handling himself as a tamer throughout these past couple days, and quite commendably if I may add, I believe his opinion will be of great use to you. Now, if you'll excuse me."
The rat bastard scrammed out of the room before anyone could say a word. "You!" The mad dog of a woman approached, agh, you couldn't remember her name, and the less you liked her the more it felt like your brain was intentionally keeping you from knowing the name. "You abandoned us."
A finger was pointed at you, like an arrow waiting to fly and pierce your heart.
"No, I saved your life." You replied calmly, unmoving. "You heard the Major, were it not for me they wouldn't have found you in time."
"Had you stayed your bitch would have protected us from those… those… monsters!" She screamed, her face was red. "It's because of you that all those people died! That we were hunted down like animals!"
"Ma'am…" You try to calm her.
"And I know that it's because of you that we went on that stupid trip in the first place!"
To be honest, you didn't even remember whose "fault" it was, only that it'd been sort of traditional. Still, the spittle made it to your face and you dried it off with the back of your hand.
Diane was now standing in front of you, glaring up at the woman. A stony statue of determined anger. The woman, for her part, hadn't even paid attention, so focused was she on you. "You ruined our lives! I DEMAND-uehCK!?"
The nurse had grasped the woman's throat and in a single motion yanked her to the floor, placing her with her back against it as she grasped her throat tightly. "You will be calm." She spoke with the sort of low whisper that made things a thousand times scarier.
It wasn't a request, it was a threat.
"Diane." You called, and she let her go, watching the lady hastily step away.
"She's one of them, isn't she? One of the monsters!"
"Is there anyone else who want to scream at me?" You stated flatly at everyone else in the room, there was only silence.
"Do not ignore me!"
"I won't." You stated, glancing at Diane. "If she raises her voice, speaks out of turn, scream, or become physical, you will subdue her and make sure she remains quiet. Attempt to not harm her, but if by some accident you do, make sure to heal her."
"Yes, Master!" She smiled ear to ear, walking towards the retreating mad-woman.
"I will not be cowed!"
"I expect you to be cooperative or the next one I bring out is Monica. Remember Monica? She sat on your face last time you saw her."
This time the woman went pale and shut up. Diane just smiled and took position nearby. Good.
You walked towards the front of the room, taking position so that all seven of the survivors could see you clearly. You didn't spot the red-heads, and somehow got the feeling they were on that smaller group that hadn't been found yet also not confirmed dead.
"I take it you've been told the run down? How things came to be as they are now? What pokegirls are?" Everyone nodded. "What are they offering you?"
The only male adult in the group stood up. "They told us that they can keep us fed and with a free bed for four days, but that after that we are on our own."
You nodded and sighed. "I guess it's understandable considering anyone here without a home can just get themselves a tamer license to earn money."
"We heard what being a tamer is, but..." A general grimace spread across everyone there.
Another nod, guess it was time you gave them the down and dirty of the reality of the situation. And not the nice sales-pitch of "it's your only choice but things will be ok" you had to fumble around with. Especially the lack of information about what to do or how. Triply so when in regards to pokegirls. You could only scratch your head as you considered what to tell them.
"Let me start with the fact that no one should ever tell anyone at any point that you are outworlders. Hell, at no point should you even hint that no one in your family tree is a pokegirl." You stated flatly. "There are very very bad people who'd be very very interested in getting their hands on the corpse of a human who has no pokegirl genes in it."
There's a cold shudder in the room. "This is the one thing you must never reveal to anyone, ever, at all, not one word. Because worst of all, if you do say it you won't just get killed, most likely they will look into your activities in this world and get everyone else killed too."
That was the perfect mood setter to make clear just how serious you were. "Now let's talk pokegirls. They are people, they are powerful, they have feelings, and they can and will fuck you if you strike their fancy. Give them the chance, and they will stick to you like glue. Expect sex, a lot of it, everywhere, more than you can handle, and always to be on the table. A happy pokegirl is a pokegirl who will gladly drop everything they're doing and drag you somewhere so they can have their way with you or you with them." Diane beamed at you as you said that. "This does not mean pokegirls are harmless, helpless, or god forbid you for an instant consider they are stupid. Diane, come over here." You motioned her to approach and she did, standing where you had pointed at. "This is Diane, she worked as a nurse in the hospital here until I bought her."
"Slavery!?" Bitch complained.
"Shut up." You snapped, and she cowed back. "Yes, pokegirls are slaves. I'm not going to go into the morality of it, but the legality is that the league considers them objects. Not people." You casually groped Diane's chest and she blushed, leaning against you. "And a lot of them actually like that agreement so long as they get a Master out of it. Because there is something about pokegirls that makes them long to having one. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Master." The nurse whimpered, pulling your hand so it'd dip under the dress and against her naked flesh. "I want to be yours, always."
Everyone's eyes were wide as plates. "As I said, they are people, but they also do not think like we do. Their customs, rules, traditions, and point of view are vastly different than ours. Especially when it comes to death and sex." You kissed Diane's temple. "Were I to order you to strip and fuck me, right now, what would you do, Diane?"
She didn't answer, instead reaching up for the straps of her dress, allowing it to fall and reveal her naked body to everyone. More than one pair of eyes were looking with more than fascination. "Anywhere, Master."
"And if I told you to fuck one of the people present?"
She hesitated, gulped, and then nodded. "If Master wishes?"
"No, I don't, but you've been a good girl." You motioned her to dress back up, she did, getting back to your side as you kissed her a reward. Your eyes turned towards the crowd. Even Bitch was speechless. "Sex and kindness are currency here, they are your biggest and most valuable assets. Be assertive with sex even if it wasn't you who initiated it, be respectful of them as people, and with this alone you are guaranteed to get the attention and appreciation of at least half of the pokegirls who don't have a Master."
A pause, you took to the chair, and Diane quickly sat on your lap, she hung against your neck and cuddled against your chest. "Pokegirls need attention, care, and affection as much as they do food or air. Some will require it in extreme ways, but trust me when I say that they will not hesitate to get physical to compete with another pokegirl for your attention."
"But the wolf-girls..." The male spoke.
"The one you speak of is likely a feral, which is a different beast." You explained. "You were explained about the feral state, correct?" They nodded. "Then the only thing I need to tell you is that ferals will kill you. You've seen it, I've seen it. They won't hesitate. It's not until they are fucked by a person and their minds begin to awaken that you can consider a feral an actual pokegirl." A heavy sigh. "Even then, unless they were tamed before, they will become pokegirls who have had no experience nor knowledge about society and will need the discipline to learn what is and isn't permitted. As their tamer, it will be your responsibility to teach and train any feral you've opted to keep."
Reaching into your belt, you bring out Monica's pokeball and let her out. There are gasps but she only observes the others for a second, ignoring them in favour of focusing on you. Or rather, on Diane. Without hesitation, she took your other leg to sit down on. You 'oomph' at the weight, the chair groans. "Rick." She muttered, laying her head on your shoulder and cuddling herself against the nurse as well.
"This is Monica." You told everyone, there were gasps. "She evolved recently, her appearance underwent some changes. She was feralborn and didn't know how to behave nor how to hold back, she was, frankly, dangerous. Still is." You caressed her tail, and she purred. "Monica?"
Ears perking, she looked at you intently.
"Could you stand guard there?" You pointed next to the chair.
She glanced at Diane, then at you, and pouted.
"Monica..." You spoke a bit more firmly.
The pout intensified, but she nodded, standing up and moving to take position next to you. She became firm as her eyes sharpened, looking at the other people present with suddenly not-quite-friendly eyes. "Sex, cuddles, food; these three will be the most effective tools to train a feral. And remember that just because it might not seem like they understand what we're saying, it doesn't mean they can't learn. And they learn fast." A deep breath. "There are also the taming cycles, which are as effective as advertised, but I won't go into detail about those. You will learn about them on your own and you will decide what your personal choice is on your own."
A deep breath, man you were feeling thirsty right about now.
"What else... oh, yeah, travel in groups. It might be convenient if you pool funds together and go together even though it doesn't seem to be traditional over here to do that amongst starting tamers." You explained. "Also, once you're a tamer, you will be given a pokedex. You definitely should use it and get as much information as you can."
"Why do you think we'll become tamers?"
"Because it's the most logical option." You shrugged. "Normal jobs are mostly not for humans anymore because there will be dozens of pokegirls with powers that let them do the job better lined up and willing to do that job for you so long as they get a place to sleep, food, and some sex."
You then took the time to explain to them the gist of the rights and expectations of a tamer, followed by the possible jobs that branched from that. By the time you were done, you'd recalled Monica (after giving her one good long kiss for being a good kitty), and sighed heavily, standing back up in front of everyone. "Any questions?"
There were none to be had.
"Then I suggest you get yourselves the tamer license right away, then use the next day or two to look over the pokedex entries before making your choices. Decide if you want to go as a whole group or if you'd rather go as smaller ones. I'd say an elf might be a good idea if you can find a cheap one available." You stepped back for a second, then took a piece of paper. "This is my contact info if you ever want to send me a mail." You added, stepping outside.
The door closed behind you, and you saw a glass of water waiting for you in the hands of Dory. "Dory brought water."
"Rick is very thankful to Dory." You replied, as you grabbed the water and drank, returning the glass and watching her leave. "That was exhausting."
"I wouldn't know, Master." Diane was smiling from ear to ear. "I rather liked being part of your presentation."
"Well, here's hoping things turn out well for them." You muttered. "Let's get out of here, I need some air."
So you did.
Now on open air, you released Monica, her breasts meeting your face much to either of your amusements. Her arms circled around your chest possessively. "Rick." She called out again. "Sex?"
"Not now." You replied with a shake of your head, thinking how glad you were about being done with that particular 'presentation'. Now? Now you had other things in your mind, such as the succubus and the arachnae. But also the contact Huge had given you. Dexes didn't have call functions, but perhaps there could be an alternative in the pokecenter if you got lucky?
"Let's go check on the arachnae." You commented. "We'll see if she needs more taming or not or what's the situation with her. I've suspicions she's not feral-born."
Reaching the pokecenter, you popped the arachnae's pokeball into a level two cycle before opening your dex and writing a message to Felix. It's a respectful one explaining your situation, the thing with Huge, and the details of your plan as well as a petition for help or advice for anything else regarding how to handle her. You sit down and give sweet nothings to both your girls before your dex dings about having received a reply just as the pokeball had signalled the end of the cycle.
Felix had replied to your mail.
Hello Rick,
Sorry for response being short, currently busy. I'd like to schedule for you a vid-call with my alpha, Euphemia, she'd have some good tips for you.
Your girl seems to be Master-hunting, those tend to be prouder than usual but also smarter. If you tell her that she's clearly not worthy of being anything more than feral-bait and a bed-warmer, she'll take it as a personal challenge.
Succubuses are incredibly useful outside of sex if they are motivated for it, you just need to sell it to them in a way that makes them think it was their own idea.
PS: Great job spotting the tail weakness, their wingtips usually are similarly sensitive.
Also, massaging their shoulders is a great way to regulate their speed and slow them down if they're trying to get sex too hard. You'll want to use non-sexual but intimate contact as rewards for good behaviour. Succubi literally eat sex, so trying to use that for anything else than feeding or amusing them is going to pose a challenge.
Best of luck
Felix
Huh, that was useful. After a quick reply saying yes to the meet-up, you schedule something around the time you'd get to the next town over more or less (you'd keep him updated in case there's something that delays you). It was then that you took your girls to one of the training rooms. The door closed, locked, and you let out the pokegirl. She materialized and everyone became tense, waiting to see how she reacted.
The girl looked around for a second, at you, then at your girls, and then at the shower. "Just one minute." She trotted towards the shower and turned it on. A pleasant sigh followed as the water splashed down on her nude body.
Everyone present shared looks with one another. "Monica fuck?" The feline pointed at the arachnae currently enjoying the water.
"Not yet, we'll have to ask first." You commented, taking a seat.
The other two shrug and follow your lead, patiently sitting down and counting the minutes away. The arachnae uses up all the hot water before stepping back out. "A clean cycle just can't replace a good shower." She said as she turned towards you, drying herself.
"I take it you're my tamer?" There was an accent in her voice you couldn't quite place, it sounded slightly odd compared to what you'd heard until now.
"Greetings, my name is Rick, and these are Monica and Diane, my alpha." You introduced yourself and your girls. "I think we can say you could consider me your nominal tamer."
The girl bowed at the waist as she greeted you. "Greetings, Rick-sama." She spoke before rising and looking at you curiously. "What would you mean with 'nominal'?"
"It means that I am interested in you but there might be factors that could make it so I'd rather not be your tamer." You replied honestly. "Do you remember anything? Your name? Past?"
"I... do." She stated very suddenly looking cautious. "I was put through a level 5 in Edo some years ago, my previous tamer was the captain of a merchant ship, she... transported goods to the Silver Islands, Sunshine, and was heading towards Indigo when a storm hit. That's the last thing I remember."
Checking the map on your dex, it looked like the boat must have been nearing the southern Johto coast when they sank. The coast was perhaps a couple of weeks or so away from where you'd found them, so she'd have slowly been going feral while travelling looking for civilization. "And your name?" You asked.
"I'd... rather not use it anymore, Rick-sama." She closed her eyes, clearly pained at the memory. "Though if Rick-sama could grant me one request, I would prefer to be named Raven."
"Why?"
"It was my tamer's name. I wish to honour her." She spoke in a low voice. "She was a good mistress."
"Then welcome to the team, Raven."
"I am honoured, Rick-sama." She spoke, moving towards you as she dropped the towel, her movements slightly clumsy but becoming fluid after a second of concentration. "If I may please you with my body?"
"Before that." You spoke gently. "When I found you, there were two tarantellas there as well, did you know them?"
Raven flinched and nodded very slowly. "Yes, Rick-sama."
But she remained quiet. Diane prompted from her spot beside you. "Would you like to meet them?"
"I've... asked enough from Rick-samas kindness." She spoke with slow measured words.
The nurse glanced at her for a long second. "You don't want to meet them."
A grimace followed as she seemed to consider something before speaking in slow measured tones. "They are a painful reminder of my past."
"Well, it's alright, I'm not keeping them, one of my companions has them." You paused, breathing in. "Though perhaps you'll have to interact with them on the road."
Raven froze at your words, her hands balled into fists, and then her face lowered. "I understand, Rick-sama."
Diane appeared startled. "Are you... angry?"
"It does not matter what I feel, I am Rick-sama's property." She spoke briskly. "As my master, it is my duty to serve him, it is unsightly of me to allow my emotions to get in the way."
You and Diane shared a look. "I am your master, but that does not mean I don't care what your feelings are." You stated calmly, having a general sense of the angle she was coming from.
"You are too kind, Rick-sama." She bowed to hip-height.
"Look, if you don't want to tell your story I don't need to know it." You waved at her to raise back up. "I just need to know if I should warn my friend about them."
"I..." Hesitation, a very deep hesitation, and fear.
"They're Limbecs, aren't they." Diane spoke darkly.
"..." Raven answered, fist clenching and unclenching dejectedly in defeat, slowly, she knelt on the floor, head hanging from her shoulders. "Yes." She spoke solemnly. "Before my memories are taken from me, I humbly request to be allowed pray one last time."
"I don't understand." You commented neutrally.
"Master, Limbecs are a Team that operates in the seas, pirates, and murderers. They were founded by a fragment of Mao's rebellion, they are all pokegirls." Diane explained. "Any pokegirl to be suspect of having been a part of Limbec is to be put through a level 5. Raven would clearly be suspect since she just confessed knowing the two tarantellas were Limbec."
You mused her words, now aware of her hesitation. Her admitting the other two were Limbecs would've meant she'd have placed the noose around her own neck. "Diane, are there recording devices in this room?"
"Two cameras to ensure you're not getting killed by the pokegirl you want to train, and your pokedex is always recording everything." She replied automatically.
"Is this Limbec thing a law or just a suggestion?"
"If it's known you knowingly harboured a pokegirl with connections to Limbec and didn't put her through a level 5 or hand her over to the police, you could face capital punishment." She continued.
"Fuck." You grumbled.
Raven bowed her head and kept it low, silent. "I'll send a message to Kat, warn her to not let out those two girls just yet." You muttered, writing a priority mail to Kat, then paused and blinked. "Diane, what if the pokegirl is proven to not have connections to Limbec but instead that she's just an unfortunate victim?"
"Rarely does the League spend resources on verifying and instead would normally just push the girl through a level 5 after an interrogation," Diane replied.
"I'll contact Major Huge, tell him I'm going to need the help from Irene to clean Raven's name so there's no doubt she has no connections to Limbec."
The moment you hit send to the second mail, you could swear you heard the sound of a head hitting a wall somewhere off in the far off distance. Curious. "Here's hoping they don't refuse the-" A beep from your dex interrupted your words.
Do. Not. Move. Out. Of. Room.
Irene will be there now.
Wait, what did he mean with-
Then, Irene was there.
Everyone jumped, she waved her hand.
Everyone was calm.
"I'm not in the mood for pleasantries." She stated flatly.
She didn't want to be disturbed. You would not disturb her. You would stay calm and seated and wait for her to finish.
"I get fucking interrupted in my massage time for this shit."
She was not happy, you should smack your face once after she leaves.
"Spider, don't think, just think, think without thinking, think without thought. I say a word and you don't think, you think." Irene spoke, looking straight at Raven. "Limbec, pirate, captain, human, revenge, rape, feral, lesbians, tamer, death, water, kill, blood, murder, theft, travel."
A pause, one that you couldn't confirm how long it took, your brain didn't think, it thought without thinking. Thoughts didn't think.
"There, all clear, not a Limbec." She said. "Now the other one."
She was gone, all was well, you were free.
SMACK
Four hands met four faces. The fog in your mind began to rise. Your brain registered that it had been twenty minutes. Your consciousness couldn't seem to recall it being more than a handful of seconds.
"I..." Diane muttered, eyes half focused, she shook her head repeatedly. "Did... we got hit by confuse and...?" She shook her head again. "I can't think straight."
"Monica hurt." The feline patted her head.
"Who... who was that?" Raven asked, looking far worse than all of you, appearing so dizzy that had she been standing she'd fall.
"That was the local psychic bigwig clearing your name... someone remind me to offer her dinner someday."
"Ah... yes, Master." Diane muttered, placing her hand on your head, the headache began to dissipate, thoughts could think again.
Then it was Monica's turn. "Diane good girl." She muttered, hugging the nurse for a long second.
Next was Raven's turn, and she sighed. "Arigatou, Diane-san." She held her head while returning to a normal kneeling position, looking at you. "Rick-sama, I... must thank you, and I must apologise. I did not think Rick-sama had the influence to call such a powerful pokegirl to confirm I was not loyal to those despicable Limbecs. I am eternally grateful, Master."
"Uh... sure." You chuckled nervously. "So... Now are you interested in praying, fucking or eating?"
A moment of pause, her head still low. "Anything that Rick-sama wishes for I will gladly do."
"Raven, come here." You ordered softly.
She raised her head, the smile she displayed clearly telling the story of knowing the tone you'd used to call for her. "As you wish, Rick-sama." She stood and approached slowly, swaying her naked form for your eyes to see, seeming to drink you in turn with her eyes before coming to a stop in front of your sitting form. You reached out to her chin and merely had to guide her into a kiss, her arms slowly wrapping around your neck as you did this.
Monica began to purr.
Briefly, you considered which way you would continue this, you wanted all three girls to participate, but what you were clearly lacking was a plan, or theme for that matter. Arachnaes were mentioned to enjoy dominant positions if given the opportunity, but did Raven want such a thing? Her behaviour had been demure and hesitant, or perhaps was that just how she was when uncertain? The purring next to you reminded you that a certain kitty definitely would be up to anything, and you had little doubts about just how much Diane would come to enjoy the activity so long as you were directly or indirectly dominating her.
The kiss split, and you made a motion for Diane. "Get me a couple vibrators."
"Yes, Master." She cheerily stood up to go look amongst the available tools.
"Raven?" You slowly stood up, kissing her again. "I'd like you to help me tie them up."
The girl's eyes widened, she bit her lip. "Would Rick-sama wish to use my silk or the ropes available here?"
"Silk, that's why I got you after all." You replied. "Though I will have to warn you that I am completely lacking in terms of experience in these things."
"Nothing practice cannot polish, Rick-sama."
She separated herself, and you shifted your attention towards Monica. The feline all too happy to glomp you as soon as you'd been freed up, kissing you and pulling you against her chest.
Your free hand became occupied as Raven placed a length of silk in it, and from there you had the very difficult task of convincing Monica to become further and further still as you were half-blind whilst tying her up. You had a felling Raven remade the knots after you'd moved elsewhere, but you weren't about to complain.
"Rick?" Monica asked with a worried pout once both her arms had been immobilized behind her back, her legs bound tightly into two separate 'V's as if she were kneeling, and several lengths of rope tying them with her chest to ensure they were kept high up.
It was then that Diane handed you one of the vibrators you'd requested and that Monica got to learn that the washing-machine had a much more portable and efficient version she could enjoy while you shifted your focus on to the submissive nurse. This time it proved far easier, the subject not only understanding the process quite well but also helping by adjusting herself every step of the way. Whereas with Monica Raven had definitely needed to adjust some of the knots, and even then it turned out rough and crude, with Diane it had almost looked like a work of art, the rope tight across her body and decorating it in ways that only the raunchiest of underwear or fetish gear could hope for.
The nurse looked like a wrapped up present, left spread just like Monica had, and soon after enjoying the same type of vibrator. "Riiiiiick." Monica whined through needy pants, looking at you with half-lidded eyes with a hint of frustration at you having so intimately paid attention to Diane.
"Is it my turn now, Rick-sama?" Raven offered, silk rope in her hands.
"Yes." You commented.
"Then let us commence." She nodded, turning around with her hands in her back so you could start your work.
You did your best to follow the same principles you had with Diane, Raven remaining quiet this time as you undid your steps a couple times here and there, needing to stop and check the nurse's layout to ensure you were getting it right. It was slow, and all the time the arachnae kept a gentle smile on her face, shifting her body this way and that to tease you, as well as to ease your efforts. The time it took you was longer than with the other two, but the results were also better. You'd been somewhat too impressed with things when you'd called the results on Diane a work of art, now that you had achieved something more refined on Raven you realized there was a lot of room for improvement.
Once her arms had been bound, the pokegirl laid on the bed face down, hips raised. You caressed her hips and thighs rather than bound them as well, she moaned while you lavished attention on to her lower half.
"Riiick." Monica yowled, shuddering with an orgasm.
"Master." Diane whimpered, fruitlessly humping the invader between her hips but unable due to the ropes.
"Rick-sama!" Raven cried out as you plunged into her.
What followed was a rather intensive session of you slowly working a girl until she reached climax and then switching to another, leaving the dildos to keep them on edge, or sometimes moving them about so they could pleasure one another with their mouths while you focused on the third. By the end of it, you'd been the one that had done most of the physical exertion, but everyone involved had been left sweaty and panting for breath.
"Let's do that again sometime, Master." Diane muttered, now free of the restraints, caressing your chest and a sensation of relief washing through you.
You bask in the sensation of the lightless-glow that her powers had on your body, feeling the aches soothe and the tiredness lose its edge. The strains you'd felt in your body becoming lesser and lesser with every passing second. It's a familiar sensation now that you thought about it, one that was reminiscent of the times you'd spent with Diane in the shower or cuddling after a session. "I like that."
"Master?" She asked.
"This feeling… it's calming." You replied with a sigh.
There was a moment of hesitation, Diane faltered for a moment before she returned to the very tender massage of your body. "It does more than soothe soreness, Master."
At first, you'd thought she meant something else, but you realize there's an edge to her words that feel strained. "What do you mean?"
"I've… I… may have been helping boost Master's biology a bit." She sheepishly confessed, quick to glance at the other two who'd fallen asleep at either side of you. "Just a tiny bit though."
"I don't… understand." You frowned.
"I thought Master being… well, older, could use a bit of… help?" Diane was now looking decidedly at not-you. "So I prompted Master's hormonal balance to be a bit closer to that of a younger healthy male?" Your wheels were spinning without traction as your thoughts tried to make coherence of things. "Just a bit, it's not like I could do much more anyways, it takes a lot of effort and every time it felt like I had less to work with…"
"Diane… you should've asked for permission. I'm going to have to punish you for this." You commented, not moving from your spot surrounded by sexy ladies.
Diane squirmed slightly. "Did I do good at least, Master?"
"Your reward for a good job are the extra tamings you've already gotten." You replied. "I'm serious, you are going to sit down and write that you must ask for permission on a piece of paper, for quite a while."
She winced. "I'm sorry, Master."
"Right now rest with us." You ordered. "When we start with Kiara's introduction, your punishment will begin. And it won't end until we've finished with her. You will also be forbidden from getting yourself off in any form."
The wince was harder. "Master…"
"No negotiations." You stated flatly. "I have decided you need to learn this lesson and I have decided how you will learn it. Now come over and rest, you'll need it."
If Diane had ears like Monica's, they'd have drooped as she looked miserable as she cuddled against you. But you firmed your resolve, it was like the level 4 with Monica, you needed to show them some tough love when the situation called for it. Being soft just because of pity would only end up making more trouble than it was worth in the long run.
With those thoughts in mind, you fell asleep.
You woke up, surprisingly, first. None of the other three had opened their eyes yet and thus you'd not quite been subjected to someone opting to find a way to make your awakening entertaining. However, when you attempted to slither out of the bed, the story changed, two of the three immediately latching themselves against you while the third just shifted a bit for comfort.
This was your fate, it seemed. Sighing, you switch tactics. "Monica." You whispered, and she was awake the next second.
"Rick." She smiled. "Sex?"
Chuckling, you shake your head slightly. "No, no sex. Better."
That got her ears perked. "Kiss?"
You shifted, unclinging Diane from you and leaving her in Raven's arms. You're helped off the bed by a very eager and curious Monica, who seems to be anticipating something incredible of some sort like a child about to enter a candy-store. At your command, she sits in the chair, bouncing slightly and her head on a swivel, watching you like a hawk. "Calm down." You replied, fishing a comb from amongst the many MANY sex toys available in the shelves and moving to sit behind her.
Then… then you began to brush her hair. It was much shorter than it had been in her previous form, perhaps the shortening a way to prevent it from getting snagged somewhere and her ripping her own head off while going at super speed. Wait, no, Rick, happy thoughts.
You massage her scalp as you continue brushing her snowy white hair. The bouncing hyper-ness in her calm down after a moment, and slowly, very slowly, she relaxed further. Purring after a minute or two. "You've been a good kitty, Monica." You muttered, brushing her head tenderly, just… enjoying the moment.
It keeps going like this for well over twenty minutes, Monica just keeping the purring sound going the whole way. When you hear shifting behind you, you shift your attention and glance at the bed, seeing Raven and Diane silently looking at you as if they were watching a puppy. "We should start preparing for Kiara's introduction to the harem." You declared, much to their disappointment.
Diane looked at you for a second. "Does Master like pokegirls with short hair?"
"Rick Good." Monica wrapped her arms around you, rubbing her cheek against yours as you laughed softly.
Diane's question had made you stop yourself and blink, realizing that, indeed, all four girls in your roster right now had relatively short hair. "Hadn't thought of that. Don't really mind either way." You replied with a shrug. "Anyways, let's talk plans regarding how we'll handle Kiara." A pause, a glance at Diane. "And you, make sure to fetch a couple of pencils and a stack of blank papers."
The nurse deflated. "Yes, Master." She sighed dejectedly, heading for the door to get the supplies.
You took a deep breath to calm down your thoughts. "Kiara is a succubus." You declared intently, a warning to Raven, the pokegirl seeming slightly startled for only long enough for her to hide it. "And she'll be joining the team. But I'm not stupid enough to think that I can just up and have her yield to me just like that, so I would very much need everyone's help for this."
After that you take the time to explain your idea, the one you'd settled on earlier, the one you'd talked out with Diane on your way back after balling Kiara. Of taking away her rights and privileges and slowly returning them to her as she earned her way up. You then also spoke of the expert Major Huge had put you in contact with, and how they'd approved of the plan as well as mentioned that selling an idea so the pokegirl thought it was her own would be incredibly beneficial and useful.
"Creatures… such as succubuses, are always very… ambitious." Raven finally spoke after a moment of consideration, her words very measured and carefully enunciated. "Those with ambition will always seek for more, whether they're allowed to or not. But… perhaps… by not directly refusing that she may one day become your alpha, she could be brought to assume she definitely *could*?"
"That's… an option." You nodded as you considered the words. "Implying something by not refusing, that's useful."
"I am glad to be of use, Rick-sama." She bowed her head with a half-nod. "Also, if I may, you could… tempt her, with… the brush?"
"The brush?"
Raven licked her lips and hesitated. "After… taming, you could visibly select someone to brush their hair, for example. To tell that one person what they did right while doing this would certainly help show that Rick-sama is fair with his rewards."
"Wait, just one?"
"Yes." Another half-nod. "Otherwise Kiara could feel she is entitled to having the prize because the objective was vaguer?"
"Oh." Yeah, you nodded at that, if you merely said 'brushing for whoever did well', then in the end not giving it to everyone who'd put an effort (meaning everyone) could be seen as breaking your own rules. You could do that and just brush whomever, but doing so sent the message that you'd rather play favourites. "And what about the steps leading to the taming? I was thinking we should maybe release her and tie her up right away."
"If Rick-sama wishes?"
The hesitation in her voice was enough for you to prompt her. "Please do voice your opinion, Raven, if I didn't want it I'd have gagged you."
"If you wish." She bowed a bit more deeper. "It is my belief that tying her up, just as much as brushing hair, could be considered something special rather than punishment. Doubly so for a succubus, they are well known to have no barriers when it comes to taming."
You did guess she had a point there. "Though I do need to get a taming for her out of this. My original idea had been perhaps molesting her while explaining the rules and her reduced privileges."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Ah, excuse me, Rick-sama." She blinked slightly. "I just wasn't sure why it would require you or anyone else to be in sexual contact with her when establishing the terms."
"I mean, I guess there's no real need, though I figured it'd help oil her into agreeing."
"But she's yours, Rick-sama. Are you not taking away everything from her?"
The words made you nod, yeah, you were, weren't you? Sex, though guaranteed as she literally needed it to live and remain sane, should not be put on the table until the conditions were met with both parties involved. "Then summon her, explain the rules, and then the sex." You muttered under your voice, nodding again. "As to her ego… agh, it's going to be hard."
"Ego?"
"She is smart and has an ego. Controlling her without actually dominating her is complicated."
"I do not see how, Rick-sama." She said. "Domination is a game of admitting defeat, and the ego is the easiest handhold one could have." A soft smile appeared on her lips and she covered it with her hand before laughing softly. "Had Rick-sama a large ego, would he not immediately tame me were I to say 'you cannot sexually satisfy me?'."
"Are you challenging me?" You cock a brow and grin.
"It was merely gest, Rick-sama, I am currently sexually satisfied." She waved you off, then blinked. "Oh."
"What is it?" You wondered.
"I just considered that if Kiara were expecting taming, then not meeting her expectations after she has conceded things would be… counterproductive. Incredibly so, actually."
"I thought that too." You chuckled. "I was thinking of having everyone help tame her, I keep her mostly helpless while playing with her tail and then when it's my turn you girls play with her wings. I've been told they're very sensitive."
Raven looked at you coyly. "Does Rick-sama believe I wouldn't be able to make her helpless on my own?"
"It is mostly to demonstrate that I'm the one in control."
"As is right."
The way she said it felt… programmed, like something she'd been told and spoken hundreds if not thousands of times by now. Then you laughed as something crossed your mind.
"Actually, I think the sex would be good idea." You commented. "Because after she got all the sex she asked for, she'd see me take one of my girls and brush her hair or do some other special thing and she'd realize she should've asked for that instead."
"Make her beg for sex and then give it to her? How devious of you, Rick-sama."
"The devious part is the post-sex aftercare." You stopped yourself for a moment. "Actually, another idea, Raven, how good are you at weaving?"
"Please, Rick-sama, do not wound my pride. Weaving is a spider's life." She looked at you with a steady gaze. "Though I may be lacking the tools to properly bring out everything my craft has to offer, I am still very well able to make simple things of quality if given the time."
"That's good to know, I was thinking of having Kiara wear unflattering clothes until she's earned wearing something better." You muttered, and Raven flinched. "What?"
"Rick-sama, though I would indeed make the ugliest rags were you to ask for them, to just consider using my very own silk for such ends feels… dishonourable." She grimaced.
"Well, it's not a definite, just something to consider, not an actual plan right now." You reassured her. "Now my biggest question left is Diane, I just claimed her punishment was to write down the same phrase over and over until Kiara's introduction ends."
"I heard, Rick-sama." Raven nodded. "It was also specifically mentioned she couldn't pleasure herself... if I remember correctly."
"Oh."
"Indeed."
You glanced at the arachnae as she covered her smile under her hand, the pokegirl giving you a respectful nod of deference. You knew Diane should be getting back any moment now, and Monica was curled up on the bed with her back pressed against yours. The moment a quiet peaceful one before the storm that for sure would be soon to come. Did you have anything else to tell her, or to adapt the idea currently brewing in your mind? You checked just in case. You glanced at Raven. "Do you think you could make a small ribbon? Something pretty."
"Of course I could, Rick-sama." She intoned. "Do you wish to sell it or as a reward for someone?"
"Reward… wait, would there be a difference?"
"If it's a reward, then having the silk carry your scent would be best, Rick-sama, as many pokegirls associate with the smell of their Masters more strongly." She replied, stepping away from the bed. "Unfortunately for this I cannot do it in my taming form, so if Rick-sama will excuse me…" In a flash everything beneath her legs was replaced by the giant spider form. Raven rolled it so it was on its 'back', and the long legs began to spool out some silk. "Unfortunately, I do not have dyes, my silk will only ever come out white. I hope that is acceptable, Rick-sama?" She asked without missing a beat.
"Uh… I don't mind at all." You replied.
Just then, the door opened and Diane stepped inside carrying a stack of papers and some pens. You were impressed by her not even reacting to Raven being on her tauric form. "I've brought the supplies, Master." She intoned as if she were declaring the time and place of her death. "Should I get started?"
"Yes." You said simply, leaning back against the napping Monica and taking the time to read up on the pokedex while you waited Raven to finish.
She didn't take too long. "It is done, Rick-sama." She shifted back to her human form, and gave you a pearly white ribbon. "I am sorry to say it is rather rough, I can definitely do better."
"I think it's good, Raven, we'll look into those tools when we can." You inspected the ribbon, it was a simple thing, but incredibly soft and smooth. Frankly speaking, you didn't know enough about silks to be able to tell how high quality this was, but it definitely felt as such.
"Well, time to get this show on the road." You patted Monica to wake her up, glancing at Diane as she dutifully focused on writing down line after line after line in the scratchy paper. Moving Raven and Monica to stand at either side of you, pocketing the ribbon, you took one last mental review to make sure you weren't missing anything.
You took a deep breath. "Monica, Raven, stand guard. Diane, your eyes do not leave that desk no matter what you hear happening. Unless I tell you to stop you will not stop." You spoke sternly, voice an octave lower, a growl of command in your voice.
The room dropped a degree from the abrupt reaction all of them had, growing firm and serious. Two gulps and one growl, Monica hadn't understood your words but the tone had been clear, her hackles raised and her fangs flared. "Stay put. Defend only." You explained, and she nodded.
Then? Then Kiara was released.
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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