Interlude Chapter: Barry.
You took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, breathing in, breathing out, calming your nerves, steeling them.
"You've done this a dozen times." You tell yourself as you strip down to nakedness. A shudder runs through you at the feeling of cool air. "You can do this Barry, you can do this." You continue. It was only a role, one you had to carry out the moment you stepped back out.
Your hands were shaking, your knees weak, you had to balance yourself on the sink for a second, splash some cold water. Now without glasses, you were left with a slightly blurred vision for anything that was too close to your face. Fortunately, you weren't going to be reading anything right now. A second passes, then another, you close your eyes and form the mental image of what was going to happen, what you'd planned out for this session. The other two didn't know they had their own roles to fulfil, but you were certain they would carry them out anyway because their actions would follow the rough guidelines that you'd pick for them.
A stir in your loins tells you everything is in the right path, frankly, it's the best sign you could've hoped for. That was because you had a terrible horrible secret, one you'd never told anyone, one you'd never admit to, and one that'd been the cause to ruin what little hopes your social anxiety would spare. One more deep breath, you're as ready as you'll ever be, you step into the darkened room.
The first of the two comes to sight right away.
Pan scowls at you, scowls at your mask of cool control, she knows that outside this room you're less than nothing to her, that the only reason she was here, to begin with, was because she literally needed sex to remain sane, and because for whatever reason she'd decided it was her duty to turn you into "the best tamer". If she knew that her being right now chained to the wall, naked, had nothing to do with honour and everything to do with your condition, she'd likely consider you a lost cause and leave along with her sister. Cupping her breast, you squeeze her fat tit; Pan thinks herself victorious in not giving you the satisfaction of a reaction, but she's not aware this was the first time her nipples were this erect at the start of a session. You were making progress, the knowledge made the stirring heighten.
Not a word escapes your lip, not yet, you have to make her be the first to talk today, that was your first goal in the scene you'd prepared. Both hands massage the breast, your grip mostly firm now, much unlike the first time that'd had your hands trembling and giving away your absolute inexperience with real women. "Are you done?" She asks, aware of how much you enjoy her chest and not sharing that fascination.
"For now." You reply, slowly walking around her, her wrists chained to the ceiling impeccably, her shoulders tense, her breasts on display. It had paid off to ensure the measurements of the chain fit with the ones you knew the pokegirl to have in regards to her kneeling height. "Let us give you a hand, you do seem loathe to be heard begging."
Pan's cheek's flush with equal parts humiliation and anger. And yet, as you bring the ball-gag up to her lips she accepts it. Most likely she kept telling herself that this is something she needed to stay sane, or perhaps that this was just a minor inconvenience she had to put up to ensure her mission succeeded. It didn't matter, she was yours now. Your loins stirred further, that little voice in the back of your mind whispering in agreement that this was exactly as things should be.
It was the same voice that had screeched and "REEEE"d in your head that first time you'd very nearly had sex with the two sisters. That moment when you'd had been just about to lose your V-card once and for all. But no, the fetishist in you couldn't keep quiet. And thus there had not been a single reaction from your loins to the displays they'd used to attempt getting you into the mood. The embarrassment and shame had been extreme when seeing their looks of confusion as to why weren't you diamond-hard at the sight of these two beauties standing naked in front of you.
Your mind pushes away at the memory before you break from your role too much. Pan takes your second or so of inactivity as having stopped to just drink in her naked exposed body and how the chains kept her so deliciously helpless. A feather is picked up from the floor, you'd left it there in preparation, you begin the teasing once more, going back to her chest and causing her to gasp and shudder, but you refrain from those more ticklish areas in her figure you'd learnt about.
Then she lets out a gasp, and it's just… perfect, the fetishist in you sings in approval, and you step in front of her, ready to put the blindfold on the angel, but your movements are slow, and she gets an eyeful of what would be going into her soon. The blush is extreme, and it's only when you touch her cheeks that she looks away and up at you in defiance. It's another sign of her advancement. Before, those first times, she had just blushed and glared, now there was an edge to her resistance that felt… unwillingly eager.
"This is for your sister first." You taunt her, a move you'd never be able to pull off outside, but in here? In here you were in control of all the variables. The blindfold is tied up, her sight removed at your whim, her ears left uncovered, you wanted her to listen to the moans.
Kajou was very vocal that way. "I wonder what toy will keep you nice and warm for me today…" You grasp one of the dildos and switch it on, the vibration the single overwhelming sound in the room.
Pan freezes, her legs twitch in an instinctive desire to close up. But she knows as much as you do that if she resists too much you'll just ignore her and focus on her sister for the remainder of the session instead. Boy had she not liked that the last morning when it was time to train neither had you.
Back to reality, today you're going to use the yellow one, shaped like a banana albeit not quite the size. It has a swell nearing the end that makes it easier to lodge into an area and leave it there. Approaching Pan, your fingers caress her labia, she shudders, and her legs spread, forcing her body slightly lower, tensing the chains on her arms. The dildo went inside, drawing a sharp gasp from her, a shudder. "I know you love that… pervert."
She would make you pay for that, tomorrow. Right now? Right now the demeaning comment made her shudder a second time. Fuck, today she's just… perfect, she's perfect, she's doing it exactly how you imagined she should do it, how her hate and anger should lead to just the right degree of… submission. You'd fuck her then and there if not because of already having prepared and decided on a course of action. You opt instead to break the role just a bit, just a tad, taking the feather and dancing it across her body for a minute before truly turning towards the younger sister of the pair.
Every time you looked at her, you couldn't believe the two were related by blood and so closely, but according to what you'd learnt about this world and pokegirls, the act of evolving could do some serious changes on one's physique. Even one's perspective on things. Kajou isn't like Pan, she lacks most of the bashfulness of the angel, to her the small physical things didn't work the way you'd want them to. The sight of you made the amazon tense against her chains, all too aware that once you got close, your assault would begin.
Her eyes followed your erection like two well-trained laser pointers. "You want this?"
Your question makes her flinch, realizing she got caught staring. She didn't talk even though she had nothing impeding her. She never did prefer to keep to the quiet role as long as possible. Strangely, she'd been the first one to gobble up the story that the reason your erection wouldn't show up that first time was that you willed it so, that you couldn't allow the dishonour of letting yourself be tempted into sex when circumstances were not those your ancestors would approve of.
Even now, you weren't sure how exactly it was that you'd managed to convince them of that. The black-haired woman growled slightly, you chuckled, not truly, but to keep yourself to the role of the scenario. "Does your wet warrior cunt want this?" You teased again, switching gears; Kajou's weakness was not physical reminders of her lewd side.
For her, her weakness was her imagination, which fit you just fine. "Does the defenceless slut want to get fucked?" Embarrassment and sex and taunting, a mixture that was tried and true. Her honour being bruised bringing about a scowl, you knew, deep down, every little welt on this woman's ego meant a bruise in the field.
You just had to make sure to never get there, perhaps this time you'd get lucky...
"I'm going to use this slutty hole first." You commented idly, approaching her from behind, gripping her ass, giving her the opportunity to look over her shoulder at you and scowl. Probably because she knew you'd last for two rounds, maybe three tops. Or maybe it was the words you'd picked. It didn't matter to you though. "You're rather wet today, have you been thinking about this all day?" Teasing words, fingers stroking at her sex and causing her to shudder. "Been daydreaming about my cock, slut?"
Her pride keeps her from talking, perhaps it's some kind of self-imposed test; and yet her hips move against your fingers and you feel the strength she holds with just that gesture. Were she free of these restraints she'd outpower you no questions asked. But here? Now? Here you were King.
Slowly, you place your cock between her thighs, pressing firmly against her wet snatch. A hand reaches down to grasp her ass firmly. "For all the training you do, in the end your body was built for sex." You speak the words that every pokegirl either fought against or embraced. And Kajou was nothing but a fighter. But the same pride that makes her growl keeps her mute.
SLAP
Your hand falls on her ass squarely, sending ripples through its surface. The pokegirl takes in a sharp breath. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" You chuckled darkly, slapping again. "Struggle however you want, slut, in the end you'll yield to the desire of your womb, the thirst for my seed." She grinds her teeth and you slap again, then again, then once more.
A moan escaped her this time, promptly quieted, but not promptly enough. "Every part of you just wants to be abused doesn't it? Is that what your training is all for? Just so you can get more sex?"
You almost manage to draw an actual answer from her, her lips curling further, tensing, and then opening in a moan with the next slap, then the next one, and then another yet again. "I must say though, all that effort does serve for something, this ass is nothing but spectacular. Do you do squats thinking about how much others will look at this?" Slap, slap.
She shudders against the length of your cock, her body becoming hotter as, without warning, the next slap sends her over the edge. A surprise for both herself and you as she came just hard enough for you to realize it hadn't been just a powerful shudder. A horrified look crossed her face at the realization, a grin spreads through yours.
"Did you hear that, Pan? Your slutty sister just came from being spanked." Slap, and Kajou shuddered. "She's a natural born masochist." Looking over her shoulder, she glares at you, but you don't stop. Your erection throbs harder, yes, this is how it should be! "What? You don't like your sister to know how much of a slutty masochist you are?" Slap. "You don't want her to know how much you're enjoying playing the meek quiet obedient Damsel?" Slap, slap slap, slap, grind. She reaches a second orgasm, this time one she'd fought against vocalizing in its entirety. "I don't care, don't make a sound, you're better that way, you're so fucking hot, cumming your brains out by just having your ass slapped. Like a masochist slut."
"Mmmmf...!" Pan makes a loud sound.
"Look at that, look at her. Yes, look at Pan." You guide Kajou's eyes to her sister, you slap harder, fuck, today was turning out so much better than you'd ever hoped. "Look at that angel, look at her, she's turned on knowing that I'm abusing your slutty bimbo ass."
Pan is humping air, the vibrator firmly lodged in her sex, mouth salivating against the gag, her arms rattling the chains as they struggled against them. Kajou has a look of bewildered shock. "She's a pervert, a massive pervert, she gets off on your masochist ways." Your words don't stop, slapping as you go, if your arms hurt, if your palms hurt, you just don't pay attention. "C'mon Kajou, come on and cum again." She does, right as you grab her hair and yank it backwards while another slap lands on her reddening ass. "Moan, slut."
She can't help herself, she just can't, her cunt grinds hard on your shaft and trembles. Pan's cunt explodes with gushing fluid, squirting hard while the dildo just doesn't let itself get dislodged, vibrating away within her sex. "See that? See that? That pervert came because she heard you moan, knowing you're being spanked like some bimbo bitch." You whisper into her ear hard enough you could be heard by Pan if she weren't panting and moaning against the ballgag like she was.
You align your cock to Kajou's sex, you're so pent up and hard you feel like you just can't hold back any longer, fingers gripping her hair firmly with one hand, the other guiding you towards the wet folds. This is what you wanted, this was perfection. Thrusting inside, you held your moan, enjoying her body moulding to your cock. She doesn't hold back, moaning loudly, gripping and shuddering from the feeling.
"This is what you both should be." You goad her. "My beautiful, masochist pokeslut. You belong to me." Shutting her eyes tightly, she tries to avoid moaning louder, to no avail, your hands find their way to her tits and squeeze them, fondling freely while you thrust into her. "You just love being degraded don't you, you masochist." You keep thrusting. "You love that your sister is getting off in your humiliation, you want nothing more than have her look at you in the eye and tell you how much of a slut you are."
Kajou is humping back against you, focusing, trying her hardest to not give you the satisfaction of reacting to your thrusts, but she can't help herself, she moans, she moans hard. A slap and suddenly she reaches orgasm. The sensation of her walls clamping around your cock like a vice are abrupt and catch you off guard, you explode inside her and watch her crumple, shuddering in the afterglow and glaring at you.
"Don't look at me like that." You speak, half out of breath. "You loved that, just how your sister loved every sound you made, look at her, she's still cumming right now." She turns her head slightly, only barely, and then closes her eyes as she silently confirms that yes, Pan was moaning against the gag and humping air, still in the throes of her orgasm.
Slowly, you caress the Kajou's ass, enjoying the redness in them, the sting in your hands not quite reaching your brain, the scene that played before you a powerful aphrodisiac that keeps you hard and wanting more.
If only things were like this all the time... You push away the thought, no, no time to indulge on what-ifs, focus on the now. You glance at the drenched sweaty Pan, and the panting shuddering Kajou. Hunger beats in your chest, but unfortunately, you can't be in two places at once. The script is thrown out the window.
You just wanted to enjoy this fleeting moment of perfection before it escaped your grip. As you watch Kajou laying there, you lean down to whisper in her ear. "I'll stop with the spanking if you help me with something."
She blinks, and after a second nods, so with that, you undo her restraints and she quickly stands up, rubbing her wrists and shooting you a dubious look. You opt to ignore her look and get to work, undoing the chain links that connect to the floor, then raise the cuffs again for her. Kajou, frowning, does what she's done every other time you were about to bind her up, and shoots you a good long glare before offering her wrists to you.
You click them shut and pull her towards her sister, raising Kajou's arms, you tie the chains to a free rope hanging from the ceiling, leaving her in a mirrored pose to that of her sister's. "I think it's time I show you my appreciation for your obedience, slut." You speak loudly so Pan can hear you. After saying this, you go to Pan and unlock the connection between her cuffs and the chains. She crumbled to the floor like a puppet without strings. "Time to crawl, pervert." You whispered in her ear. "You have to show some appreciation to the one responsible for your orgasms don't you?"
Your eyes meet Kajou's and instantly she seems troubled and excited at the same time. Her breath hitchs and her eyes roam her sister, then look at you, and back at the angel. Gulping, her cheeks flush. Pan doesn't resist being led, half crawling across the floor, coming to a stop, kneeling, at Kajou's feet.
The amazon's eyes are wide, breath hitching, she gulps. "Time to eat, pervert." You whisper at Pan, removing her gag, seeing Kajou very slowly spreading her legs. The only sound is the vibrator in Pan's cunt, buzzing away.
Pan leans forward, tongue extended, and reaches the Amazon's pussy. Bound hands begin playing with her cunt, and you decide this is a good moment to change positions. Now behind Kajou, your hands began to roam her body. "Enjoy this." You told her, she looked at you in confusion, but your lack of further answer proved enough for her to grasp there was something else in your mind. Fingers gripped her breasts and caressed her body, accentuating her every curve, her every muscle.
"Oh fuck." She shuddered as Pan did something particularly nice to Kajou's nethers. Your fingers opted to pinch her nipples teasingly. "Oh fuck, your hands on my breasts..." A whimper escaped Pan, the shlicking sound louder than before.
"Ah, fuck, your hands are so hot on my body. Touch me more." Kajou broke her silence and now wouldn't keep quiet, her voice lacked the begging tone you'd think came with the narration, but you realized the words weren't meant for you. "More, Barry, touch my muscles more."
You oblige, continuing your silent exploration of her every nook and cranny. Her orgasms come harder the longer she talks, but she only lasts three more. Meanwhile, you're rock hard and feeling yourself edged by the very fact her naked ass is rubbing against your erection. "Barry's dick so big and hard, hard for my body." Kajou speaks, humping her sister's face, thighs keeping the angel in place. "It's such a nice dick, long and thick, oh if only you knew how good it felt to get fucked by him. But instead, you were just fucking a piece of plastic... pervert."
Pan screams into Kajou's cunt, spasming in a sudden orgasm. You feel like if you didn't do something with your cock, your balls would burst.
You move your dick into position, ready to penetrate her cunt. Pan's mouth starts slobbering on the tip as she keeps working up her sister. "Oh fuck, I'm going to have that monster inside me." Kajou has her eyes closed, grinding against you, and leaving you wondering what part of all of this was what she was actually enjoying the most. The degradation of her sister? The ego boost? Your cock? (probably not the last one that much). Whatever it was, it was leaving her hot and bothered and slick and ready.
So, now certain, you thrust. "Such a biiihIIhI Ih IHIIII I I IH H IH HI!" Kajou screams and screeches and suddenly you feel yourself having penetrated something far tighter than her cunt. It was too much, the orgasm catches you by surprise just before you're flung backwards from Kajou's hips trying to get you off and succeeding. You stumble, aghast, watching her cringe and shudder as she danced on the balls of her feet, cursing loudly.
For Pan, it takes her a second, maybe a bit more, but she seems to break free of the lust and removes her blindfold. "What happened?" She suddenly asks, worried, and ignoring the dildo still lodge up her snatch. "Anal... hurts..." Kajou whimpered. Pan hastily undid the restraints on her sister's wrists at the same time that the amazon removed the angel's cuffs. "Let's go take a look." She helps the limping pokegirl towards the bathroom, shooting a look over her shoulder.
There's more blush in that look than you remember ever seeing, but there's a definite edge to it that you've come to learn to avoid for it brought torturous "development" training. Suddenly you feel like it's best to find the nearest library and run to hide there. You fight against your instincts to run for it. Frankly, you know they won't really beat you or anything like that, but they still scare the crap out of you. Especially when they start getting into that weird vibe they get once training of any sort is involved.
Sitting on the bed, you sigh heavily and clutch your knees to try and calm your nerves. This was totally unintended, right? Well, maybe you did imagine fucking the uppity Kajou up the ass and her screaming orgasm after orgasm, but it wasn't as if you wanted her to suffer. On the contrary in fact. What's taking them so long? You try to focus, try to dispell the weird atmosphere around you. What would you be doing were you back 'in control'? Could you even be 'in control' under this situation where you screwed up the mood so thoroughly?
Sighing, you shake your head, starting to pick up and organize the various restraints and toys, making sure to keep them split between things that would need to get washed and things that could forego the wash.
A sense of... awe... passed through you as you thought of the nice lady that gave the three of you this room. You still couldn't believe Pan had spent well over a day looking for someone that could lend their tools for your... needs. If not because she kept insisting that she'd curve you away from these things given time, that she and Kajou would train you to become the next... what was the name she used? Stallion?
Sighing, you shook your head.
"Better?" Pan's voice drew your eyes towards the bathroom door, and after a second the both of them came out. Kajou looked tired, Pan's smile cracked and stiffened as she saw you with a dildo on each hand.
"Just picking up." You said in a mumble, moving to drop the objects on the 'clean' bin. That seemed to ease the tension somewhat. A long silence followed. "I'm... sorry." You muttered, there was more you wanted to say, but the words didn't really make it past your lips.
"..." The two sisters looked at you for what felt like a small eternity.
"No more anal." Kajou spoke flatly, not deeming to add anything to that statement. "Tomorrow we train early."
You flinched, terror gripping your chest and a sensation of sinking despair.
Pan gave you a soft smile. "Rest well, Barry." She spoke with a bow. "Tomorrow I'm sure you'll do well." She and the amazon went to leave the room.
"..." You clutched the phallic object and inwardly cursed yourself.
They were registered as your pokegirls but they weren't really. They had just stuck to your side and protected you, sure, but they'd since dragged you into this heartless arrangement of you using their bodies however you liked once every three nights and in turn they made your life hell the rest of the time. If you were lucky, they got in the mood and arranged for more 'tamings', but honestly, it only ever happened when they worked each other up after what they considered a 'good training session'.
What was the point of training if all it did was leave you exhausted and too tired to do anything? The two pokegirls had pushed you to become a tamer, but didn't the license require an absurdly high quota of fifteen caught ferals and a challenged gym each month? They'd told you not to worry that the first couple months they'd only give a warning, that by then for sure you would be prepared to go to the wilds and begin your journey.
Anger and hopelessness burned in your chest.
You didn't want to go back to the wilds, you didn't want to have to run for your life for a week. Above all, you didn't want things to end up like they did with Mark, exhausted, and being left behind, betrayed because their survival was more important than your own life. Clutching a tight fist, you threw the object. "Fuck." You screamed, the memory bringing back pain you hadn't been able to suppress.
A shower was in order, and with it you took the chance to clean everything else up. It wasn't until the room was orderly again that you went towards the only bed in the room. A large mattress meant for a dozen.
Alone. Flicking open the pokedex, your thumbs listlessly began to type on the screen while you let the hours bleed by. Only going to sleep once you felt truly unable to stay awake.
Your pokedex sounded the alarm of early morning, or rather, the very very early morning. It took a long moment for your brain to catch up on the warning, and as soon as it connected you moved. In an instant, your eyes snapped open to check the hour.
4 a.m.
If Kajou was going to stick to her usually definition of "early", then you had maybe an hour, or less, to find a way to escape today's torture session. Your mind went back into the long gruelling hours of running, lifting, and just flat out being too dead tired to have a will to live. A couple of times you'd managed to avoid them, running and hiding, pretending you were ill or injured, even once you'd managed to snag one of the pokeballs from them and recall Pan, except Kajou had quickly gotten it back and released her sister. That time you'd expected a beating from the two overwhelmingly powerful women, but neither put so much as a scratch on you. They merely dragged you out to 'spar' with them and kept you in such a state of 'oh-shit-no-that-will-kill-me-if-it-hits' that by the time you realized the training was over you'd been left a sweaty heaving mess.
Ugh. No more. Today for sure you'd find a way for sure.
Deep breaths. You write a note, some bullcrap about going out to meditate or somesuch that you know neither will really buy.
After that, you put your dex on silence to quiet down the dings of messages from the people over at the forums. You don't really want to tell them the reality of your situation, over there you were just your "Inner Master", but without fear or repercussion to what you said or did. Some of the guys there actually found it interesting and had kept on bouncing ideas with you about scenarios and such. Compared to the reality you were about to face, the internet offered so much more to you...
A heavy sigh, you moved to the door and very silently opened it. There were no creaks nor squeaks, and the corridor was devoid of movement. You begin tip-toeing your way down. But a sound stops you as you're about to sneak past Pan's and Kajou's door. At first you thought it was a sound to raise alarm, but in fact it wasn't.
It was a moan, deep sensual, a voice you could only guess was Pan's as she let out a long-winded sigh. "Still riled up?" Kajou's voice asked, seeming equally out of breath.
"Yeah..." There was a grunt, then another moan.
"...sorry." Kajou's voice spoke sourly.
"Not your fault he stuck it up your ass." A giggle followed.
There's a distinctive silence following that statement, you could've sworn she would've added some snarky comment, but instead... silence. You're not too sure why either, you're just certain you're not going to stick around and delay any more time. Reaching all the way down to the entrance, you find the door unlocked, so you go outside into the cool not-yet-morning air. There's people moving, lots of girls, like all the other times you'd looked. Most of them looked dead inside, the sort of look you'd learned belonged to those who'd been put through a level 5. One thing all these girls had in common was that they looked physically strong, and were covered in varying degrees of dirt or soot.
Though you still shudder at the thought of someone being able to just up and delete your mind but leave your body intact with just the push of a button. The pokegirl's menacing figure scares you more, and you make sure to steer clear of any crowds or dangerous looking individuals. It takes you longer than you'd thought because you didn't remember the route that well, but eventually you reach the library. You know that this place will grant you a hiding spot, but not permanently. Eventually, they'll come here, they did realize you'd been interested in it that one time you'd been made to run around this area of the city.
But it was closed right now, so you had to patiently sit somewhere and wait... only three hours, no biggie. Lucky you, no one nor anything of importance or worth paying attention to notice your presence. Sunrise came, the lights inside were turned on, and you stopped your finger-mashing on the pokedex screen so as to go inside.
It's... it's beautiful. Going inside you begin to look around. "Oh, no one's usually in this early." A female voice, a pokegirl no doubt, you turn to see the woman who'd been sitting nearby without giving her presence away.
Every muscle on your back seizes up, your lips tremble and a cold sweat runs down your spine. Did this girl have powers too? Was she a harmless pokegirl or a dangerous one? No, she's undoubtedly dangerous, who'd put someone harmless in charge of a library? "T-than-thank you ma'am." You stutter, cold sweat running down your back as you hurry towards anywhere else where there's no one, which is most of the library. A long sigh escapes you once you're sure you're safe, trembling hands calm down and you breathe in to restore your nerves.
Now surrounded by books, you feel like you're safe here, so after a quick check that indeed this place does have good internet and wifi, you decide what to do for the foreseeable future. And whether or not there's a way for you to hold-out without eating.
You opt to look into gyms for a moment, and the whole concept is quickly pushed aside. You knew what you needed to know: Whoever was gym leader was a beast of a person with a harem that could be considered amongst the best in the league. And that person would adjust who to bring to the battlefield when being challenged, basing themselves off of the challenger's harem and gym-badge count. Anything past that was frankly not really worth looking further into unless you ever had a particular gym in mind.
While you'd checked some superficial things about gyms, you took the chance to familiarize yourself with the library. It was large, and it was a tiny bit maze-like. There was only one "main" entrance, but there were a couple of emergency exits at the back and sides. Also, a "personnel only" door that you figured took to the only other exit that wasn't an emergency one nor the main one upfront. You set up shop on the second floor, where you had a narrow view of the entrance, but that was just in the right way to let you know when someone came in or out those doors.
Already in position, you switched your subject of study towards ranches. They were tamers meant to stay in one place, right? Maybe there was something there that was worth looking into. Turns out the whole damn library was built heavily around ranch-work as well as how-to-handle-KATTLE work. And the amount of information you got was... mindbogglingly technical. There was a lot, A LOT, you could look into here if you were a bit more knowledgeable about the matter. Still, dismissing the more advanced books, you skimp over books in husbandry, parthenogenesis, pregnancy, and other "how to make more pokegirls" books.
Then you (finally) reach one where they gave a brief overview of ranches and how they operated (for dummies like you). Ranches were, basically, in charge of handling pokegirls and readying them for their eventual purchase by a tamer (or someone with a tamer-related job), league, or corporation. They educated the girls, trained them, gave them basic knowledge and oversight, and in some circumstances, they also gave them specialized training.
Because ranches had a LOT of pokegirls, some times even very hard to find ones, they were often a preferred TEAM target. Between that and the fact that during the Mao rebellion several ranch-girls rose up against the system... well, it wasn't much surprise that the League put massive regulations in place where all ranches would have to have security proportional to its size. And wouldn't you know it, the Ebony ranch was the largest in the league, with no less than 200... wholy fuck, the ranch had more than 200,000 pokegirls!?
Ebony town had that many pokegirls as hired staff or workers or minors or whatever it is pokegirls did for a life. This corner of the league had nearly half a million non-feral pokegirls, and around half of them were in that ranch, eagerly waiting for a tamer to pounce on and call their own. A shudder ran down your spine. Just in time too, because you just spotted Pan stepping into the library.
And she didn't exactly seem very pleased. Shit, shit, shit... shitshitshitshit. You quickly look around, the thought of sneaking out is bleak, couldn't Kajou be waiting outside precisely to avoid you from sneaking past Pan? Agh, you want to curse. Maybe an emergency exit? Could be rigged to sound an alarm.
Mind panicking, you begin to look through the books. One in particular catches your eye, "History of the Stallion". For a second you'd been about to dismiss it, but then you remembered Pan having talked about 'Stallion' this or that at some point. So taking the book, you open it and begin to skim through its contents in hopes that Pan doesn't spot you, but if she does, that she comes to think you weren't just skipping on the whole "training" thing in its entirety. As you pass the pages, you freeze, the picture of the fabled "Stallion" covering half the page.
As you look at him you can feel a sense of jealousy. The book had talked about how strong he was, able to keep up with top tier pokegirls, about his powers, about his skill as a harem master and how the dozen girls or so he'd recruited were all delta-bonded to him by the time he left less than a year after having shown up. You sigh dejectedly, wishing to rip the page off and burn it or something. "You know, you can be greater than him." Pan's voice is soft, and you're startled, not having heard her approach.
Your eyes turn to look at the angel as she looks at the picture of Ranma like it's her everything. It feels like a stab in your gut; you ignore it.
"I'm just a normal kid." You close the book. "No one in my world could do even half the things this 'Stallion' apparently could."
"And some of the outworlders developed their powers after they came here." She placed a hand on your shoulder, her face a gentle smile.
You want to tell her that she got it wrong, that how could she even know whether what she said was true or not... to challenge her belief in you and vehemently deny it. But you can't. The memory of her pained face when you'd quoted Nietsche all those days ago in a fit of anger and screamed 'God is dead' felt fresh, and for whatever reason, it stung you far more than you ever thought such a thing could.
"You just have to give it your all, you'll see." She gently tugged at your shoulder. "Come Barry, you haven't had breakfast have you? We'll get something to eat from the church after the warmup run." Dread wells in your gut, what was going to await you was a full hour of non-stop running. You weren't looking forward to that one bit.
"But..." You stopped, about to agree and just nod your way away into torture. You gulp, looking up into her eyes, desperate. The fact that this is a library and the both of you are alone emboldens you, this girl was the same one who'd been creaming herself just last night. "I can't spend all my time running and none of it learning! What if something I know is useful? You and Kajou have a clear bias towards physical things, but what if what I'm meant to do is with my mind?" You ask. "Isn't the pen mightier than the sword?"
Pan seems confused at your words, frowning. Then she lets out a long sigh. "Barry, I'm... it's true, I'm not very good with words." She grabs your shoulder a bit more firmly. "But I know that no amount of running will make you dumber; besides, exercise is good for your body, it feels good to strain yourself to the limit, right?"
No, she didn't get it. If any of this felt even remotely nice you'd not be trying to run away from it so much! She tugs, and you know that this is your last hope before you can no longer escape.
You open your mouth to say something... And nothing comes out. And Pan takes it as her argument having won. "See? It can only do you good." She spoke, now pulling on you.
You can't resist, this woman has the strength to cut down a full tree and drag it along like it's just a heavy backpack. You've seen her do it too. Lowering your head, you just nod and walk along. What else is there to do? Escape was impossible and the words had left you entirely. You could just make a scene but then what?
The death-march begins once Pan finds Kajou, the angel tells something to the amazon and she in turn doesn't seem quite as eager to murder you via leg-day as she'd been when she first spotted you. "We'll run around Ebony, should take you... maybe two hours, your time's been improving," Kajou commented on your previous record of two hours and five minutes.
"Let's get to it." Pan spoke with a cheery voice.
It's... it's torture, you start to run, one girl starts sprinting and vanishes off into the horizon after a while, the other keeping to your side. When the girl who ran off catches back up a while later, the other would run off while the first would stay with you. Kajou barked you to move and would scare the ever living shit out of you into a dead-barely-able-to-breathe sprint as she'd throw a technique or drag you. Pan, on the other hand, would give you words of encouragement and heal any scrapes you got as you'd inevitably stumble and fall. Then she'd say you were destined for great things and then you'd just feel like crap if you didn't get back up and start moving again.
Two hours and three minutes later, you were allowed to drop almost-dead on the floor near the church. "You made it." Pan had barely started to sweat. "I'll get us some food."
"No need, dear, I saw you coming." An old woman spoke as she stepped out of the church, carrying some paper bags.
You were handed yours, and you wondered if you knew this woman, but couldn't remember. All the times you'd come here it had been Pan who'd stepped into the church and come out with the food. "Ma'am." Pan bowed her head at the woman. "We thank you for your kindness."
"Bah, do not worry child, they're just scraps we would've thrown away otherwise." She waved her hand away at the angel's comment. Then her eyes focused on you. "Is this the young man you seem so fond of?"
"He's my tamer, yes." There was a definite and abrupt strain to Pan's voice as she said this, and you weren't sure whether to take it as yet another nail on the coffin your pride was buried in or as something else. "We've been training quite diligently."
"It seems to me like the poor man can barely breathe." She chuckled like seeing you wheeze for dear life was some kind of joke.
"If it's not too much to ask." Kajou spoke up. "Could we use your restroom?"
"Don't mind me, go right ahead. Pan should know where it is." The lady waved them off, watching them go.
And there the both of you stayed, you breathing hard and whoozy, her just seeming to enjoy the sunny day that was beating down on your pasty white skin like the death-ray that it truly was.
You could ask her for help. Help how? You didn't know, frankly, but honestly what did you have to lose? You were already here dead tired. Taking a deep breath, you... cough, dammit, it's hard. "Oh poor dearie." She spoke. "I'll get Pan so she can patch you right up." She leaves.
Noooooooooo...
"Barry?" Pan steps out, a jar of water. She sees you coughing and kneels besides you. "Sit up, let's get you to breathe normally again."
"Use your abdomen." Kajou stated without humour, grabbing her bag and digging into what was inside. "The rest will be half an hour."
At her words, you find a small prayer leaving you. One that maybe the Lord could smite you and thus save you of further suffering.
"Let me help you." The angel spoke, her hands glowed a white glow and with it the pain and lack-of-breath diminished slightly. "You should eat a bit while you can."
"...thank you." You barely manage, not really sure what you should say in this situation.
Breakfast was ham sandwich and water. At least today you didn't puke them out like the first times. "Better?" She asked, leaning down to take a closer look at you to make sure there weren't any odd bruises or scratches. "We should go to start sparring soon."
The spoken word has failed you, your only hope is the written one.
Bringing out the pokedex, you open a new blank file and your thumbs tap away, your brain needing to check and back-track and edit and... fuck, why was it so hard to think when your body was this physically exhausted? Stupid blood not giving your brain as high a priority as it should have. Eventually, you just delete it all and settle into a simple text. You show the screen at Pan.
'Could I learn magic instead of martial arts? I may be better at that?'
She blinks. "I hadn't considered that." Hope, for the first time in your life, hope! Hope blossoms in your chest! Could this be...? "I know some magic, but I can't teach it, not formally to someone who doesn't know anything about magic." She spoke with a huff, scratching her chin. "But I know someone."
YES! YES! You'd jump and shout if you weren't dead and almost dead. "I'll go look for her while you spar with Kajou."
Yeah... what.
"Though she's probably working, I'll see if I can schedule a meeting... day after tomorrow? We can just keep training until then."
Wait... no...
"It was a great idea Barry." She leaned in and kissed your forehead, looking excited. "I'd thought that maybe this would be hopeless, but now I'm sure that if you have magical talent we can train that too"
Train that TOO!?
TOO!?
You re left speechless, not a single word escapes your lips, even if you could, the will for it just crumbles away. The happy angel is just too happy to have found a new prospect to have you partake in.
You can't, you just... can't. Pan helps you to your feet and then leads you towards where Kojou is waiting. You can't really raise your gaze, you just find the will to get a general sense of the amazon's location so that maybe you could know where the hits were coming.
"Are you ready?"
You have to blink and wobble and regain your footing for a second, not quite believing your eyes, your brain only now managing to make a connection between the demoness Kajou, torturer of wimps. And Kajou the moaning slut. You gulp.
"I have to look for a friend, so go easy on him." Pan says, and leaves with a beat of her wings.
"Wonder what got into her." Kajou spoke without really expecting much response out of you, by now she had little doubt that you were in no condition to spare such energies anyways. "Guard up."
You realize what she means and you raise your hands, her fists tap it lightly, enough to warn you she was coming. Then... then she started to shadow-spar against someone who couldn't really keep up. She'd throw three or four punches before you could react and try to dodge or block, though her fists never touched. Then she'd kick the air and the wind behind the gesture would leave you unbalanced, again, she never came into contact with you.
Maybe you'd manage to throw a fist or two, but just like with her punches, those never did connect either. She dodged you as if you were more akin to a tree than something actually moving.
It remained like that until she apparently grew bored. "Break."
She walked over towards the water, the spark that had ignited inside you came back, and you followed. Kajou paid little mind at you as she drank, and you, moving completely by inertia, pressed against her back, right hand sneaking down under her trousers, slick with sweat. Your fingers find their mark, and Kajou shudders, becoming still for a second. A second is all you need as you press your digits more boldly. "Slut." You manage to tell her.
The amazon moans, knees weakening before she regains her posture and pushes you away. "What was that?" She's stunned more than angry, shocked, a heavy blush on her cheeks, not all of it from the training.
You look at her, see the blush, and you're reminded of last night. Last night she was cumming from being slapped in the ass, last night she was openly telling her sister how good your hands and your cock felt, last night she had willingly chained herself for you to toy with. Somehow, that image gives you the strength you didn't know was still in you. "This bores you doesn't it?" You stated flatly. "Your sister is gone, you don't need to pretend that getting dragged down by having to train me is something you want."
She's stunned, for only a second, you could swear she nearly dropped the water bottle. Then she snorts. "Pan was always the one with big projects." She says in a non-answer.
"And how many projects have you had to 'help' her with?" You asked bluntly.
Kajou's lips narrowed, apparently, you'd hit the nail right in the head. But you stay quiet, thinking about what to add next. What should you say in this situation? You were flying by the- "Too many." She interrupted your thoughts, apparently having thought your silence was to push for an answer.
You gulp, feeling slightly stunned at the realization she suddenly looked equal parts irritated and... vulnerable. "You liked last night, didn't you? The new thing we did." You spoke hesitatingly. "With Pan on her knees between your..."
"Yes." Kajou gulped, going silent, turning away from you.
Holy... holy shit. You can't believe she just admitted that. Actually admitted that. Nervous, you gulp, lips dry as you ask. "And would you want to... again...?"
"...yes."
"We can make it happen." You said in a rush, your throat dry, your arms shaking slightly. "But I need you to work with me, not against me." Kajou shoots you a look and a frown, quietly waiting for you to continue on exactly what it was that you meant. "I can teach you how to dom her." You said. "Make her cum like I did last night, make her cream herself just kneeling to you."
Kojou suddenly looked hesitant. "I... don't know."
"What did you like the most?" Your breath is in your throat. "What part was it that you want to do again?"
"Just..." She fidgeted. "Just when she... knelt and..."
"And ate you out." The words escaped you, leaving you feeling fascinated, transfixed. "Just imagine it, you tell her to kneel, to obey, to please you. And she does it, she kneels and cums and moans for more as you satisfy yourself on her body."
Her blush is extreme, fidgeting. "I'd... like that."
"Then help me out." You're just inches away from imploring. No, you WERE imploring. "Let me ease off of this hell training that's getting me nowhere and I'll help you fight her in the bedroom and win."
You felt an instantaneous wave of relief as you realized your choice of words had been the exact ones you'd needed. The pokegirl's doubt very abruptly became a certain nod. "What would we need to do?" She asked, now far more certain about what she wanted than an instant ago.
"We could take normal training hours and... no." You shake your head. "I doubt we could have Pan just vanish for that long."
"If you're thinking of skipping training all day, you're not going to get it." She replied with a shake of her head. "My sister isn't stupid."
You hated to admit it, but if you wanted to get time not-training, you'd have to find a way to convince Pan to leave more frequently. Even then, you doubted you'd be able to keep her away permanently.
"We could do it in the morning." You replied. "I 'disappear' like I did this morning, then I double back to the apartment and we can train there."
"And after some time I'd just claim I found you and take you to normal training." She nodded. "Yes, we will do it that way." Cracking her neck this way and that, she raises her arms. "Now let's see if this burst of confidence carries over."
"Wait, what?" You hastily backpedal. "I tho-tho-thought we..." You're starting to stutter again, the fear is creeping upwards, you're raising your arms with growing concern.
"We have an agreement." She replied. "Where did it say this spar would end?" A smirk rose to her lips. "Now let's talk about what happens if you bring up anal during your 'trainings'..." Then... then you returned to the very unfortunate routine of pain and exhaustion.
It feels like hours before Pan shows back up, no, it's definitely been hours. Or at least you think it's been hours. Your head hurts, everything's spinning. Did something hit you?
Yeah, it feels like something hit you. There's voices, angry voices, no, wait, just one angry voice. It's Pan.
Whatever she's saying she's not happy. What IS she saying anyways? Your rings are buzzing. Your head hurts, everything's spinning. Did something hit you? It must have been hours.
Ah. Right. Kajou hit you.
Repeatedly, she'd become enthused during the spar, you couldn't even hope to keep up. A punch flew at your face just as you'd stumbled forwards. Everything afterwards had been spinning. "I can't believe you'd hit him!?" Pan's voice is an angry screech, but it's muddled by the buzzing.
The buzzing and the glow. Her hands are glowing, they're on your head. Her hands feel nice. How long has it been? Your head hurts, everything's spinning. Did something hit you?
Ah. So hard to think. Everything becomes dark again.
The thing that greets you when you open your eyes is a roof you'd grown accustomed to. It was the roof you'd seen over a dozen times now, and you'd grown to familiarize yourself with it in equal measure that you hated it. Slowly sitting up, you glanced around. The room was... cleaner than you remembered. And you weren't alone.
Next to you slept Pan, her snoozing naked form pressed against your side. The pokegirl still deeply asleep even after you'd stirred. You look for your pokedex to check the time. What you see sort of confuses you, it's past midnight, but by the looks of things it's the day after? Were you asleep a whole day?
You groan, gotta use the bathroom. Standing from the bed, you put aside the question as to why Pan was there, but a headache began to form as you tried to think of what was the last thing you remembered. Then it clicked, and you blinked. Oh.
Kajou had knocked you out cold, wait, no, had she concussed you accidentally? You feel dizzy for a moment and shake your head before you splash some water on your face after you'd finished emptying your bladder. Glancing around one more time, you look at Pan from the entrance of the bathroom, her naked body laying there, completely asleep. Neither of the girls had ever slept with you, as in actually spent time in the same bed past the sex. You weren't really sure what to think that the only way you'd managed to get Pan to sleep with you had been by getting a concussion.
Briefly, you asked yourself whether you wanted to go back to sleep or not.
You take a moment to stop your train of thought and consider the implications of what had happened. Did the law have any say in this? It would feel odd if pokegirls were allowed to harm their designated tamer freely.
So you checked. And the result was... chilling. If the person harmed wasn't the pokegirl's tamer, then they could not just sue for money but go all the way as to demand the pokegirl be given to them or that they be put through a level 5. There were plenty of examples provided by the forums, of cases where the damage was both done on accident and on more 'justified' circumstances.
Yet when you went to check on 'pokegirls harming their tamer', there was... nothing. The only mention was a law that if it was detected that a pokegirl was abusing their tamer she would be taken away and the tamer put under probation under suspicion of being 'unfit' to be a tamer. But there was not another word, not a single mention about punishments or consequences. This confused you greatly until you posted the question on a forum.
Within minutes half the forum was laughing at you, each and every one of them giving variations of the same answer.
'A tamer can do whatever he wants with his pokegirl, what else should the law specify?'
You gulped at that and pocketed the dex, not wanting to think too much about it. As much as you didn't like plenty of things regarding the two pokegirls, in the end they were the first one to show you kindness, and in their own strange and... torturous way, it was clear they cared. Even if you had the power to, why would you want to get rid of them or God forbid kill their minds? You needed some air, maybe check on Kajou. Stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you, you immediately hear grunts and thuds.
"Haap." THUD "Haap." THUD
It's coming from Kajou's room, you carefully approach, the door was open. It quietly opens and there you see her. The amazon is naked, her body drenched in sweat. She's breathing hard, clearly having been doing this for quite a while. In front of her there's a punching bag that's clearly seen better days.
"Haap." A right kick, THUD, the sandbag shuddered and swung. "Haap." A left kick, stopping the sack on the spot, completely killing its inertia. "Haap." A left kick, sending it swinging in the opposite direction. And then she stopped it with the right.
The cycle repeated itself over and over, not seeming like she'd stop anytime soon. As you see her, her focus, her determination, her movements... even with her naked body, the only thing that comes immediately to mind is the memory of her fist flying at your face as you stumbled. Followed by darkness.
You shuddered and immediately wanted to just run back to your room. Run there, close the door, and go back to sleep. A deep breath keeps your feet in place. A second long deep breath stops the trembling. A third and your shoulders aren't painfully tight anymore. One more, slowly, slow breaths, calm down, calm down. Don't focus on the violence, focus... focus on the moaning Kajou, on her shuddering body reaching climax by the touch of your hand.
"Are you... ok?" Her voice startled you, not enough to trigger yourself back up, but enough to make you jump slightly. Kajou had stopped, she was looking at you worriedly, stopping the swing of the sack with just one hand.
"You... you know..." You stumble through the words, throat constricted. "That sack's not... not going to last long if you keep hitting it like that..."
Good god why had you blurted out that pre-packaged line like that? You're honestly not sure why you'd even tried. Kajou looked surprised, not disgusted or angry, just... shocked. "Did you... just try to flirt with me?"
"I... I don't know." You stutter, gulping, and only finding the next words to roll out before you can stop them. "Did it work?"
She looked surprised. Then she laughed, covering her mouth before taking a towel and beginning to dry the sweat of her body. "Not really." She spoke with a wide smirk, apparently uncaring of her nakedness before you. A moment of silence continued, her eyes turning from her body back to you. "How are you feeling?" There weren't traces of the laugh in her voice, more like it felt tight.
"Honestly? Like a pile of trash. I don't even know why you two are still here, to be honest." You manage to speak the truth within your heart clearly, plainly, you don't even stutter, what kind of magic was this? You look into her eyes. "Shouldn't you have realized that I'm not special by now?"
"I did, it's just... it's... it's complicated." She spoke, looking away.
"It looks like you've got a lot on your mind."
Kajou doesn't answer, her eyes just gaze out the window into the darkness outside. "..." The silence keeps becoming tense, she seems to be considering something, but what, you can't tell. You feel uncomfortable like you shouldn't really be there. Shifting positions slightly, you're about to consider just heading back into your room before Kajou broke the silence. "I... think I hate my sister." A hollow laugh escaped her, going silent again.
You're left at the door, standing, awkwardly, wondering whether she'd continue or not. "You're not the first one, you know." She finally did speak. "The first 'chosen' one."
"What... do you mean?"
"That you're not the first human she's claimed is a chosen one, you're the second." Her arms hugged around her chest. "The first was... I guess it doesn't matter what he was; he died to a feral. It's why Pan's been trying to avoid letting you go to the wilds."
Another long silence, it felt like she was waiting for you to say something.
The moment she'd said this you saw it clearly. You saw a feral, a pokegirl in feral state, jumping at you, mouth wide, sharp claws. Pain blood darkness. "I'm..." You don't need to say it, you knew, that sensation, that fear had a single cause and you knew it well. Death. "I lied." Your heart's beating in your chest, going wildly, you were going to die if you kept playing like this.
You couldn't, you wouldn't, you... you weren't going to let yourself die just because you were afraid of speaking out.
"I lied about the bondage." Hands shaking, vision blurred, god, you were going to die, you didn't want to die. "It's not... it's not cultural, it's not... it's a lie, it's a fucking lie, I just... I just can't get off without... I just can't, I'm a..."
"...fetishist." She finished the phrase for you, you look at her, stunned, shocked, unable to form the words to comprehend. "I knew."
What.
"What?"
"Could be worse." A shrug.
"How... long...?"
"A couple days ago it sort of clicked that you seemed too eager for it to really be something so tightly bound about your honour." She glanced at you for a moment. "But as far as things go, Pan doesn't know."
"Then she..."
"Probably wouldn't take it very well." Kajou shook her head. "My sister... she'd been very close to... the last one. Pan was crushed when he died, kept blaming herself... that she hadn't prepared well enough."
Oh.
"Oh."
"I... don't care either way." Crossing her arms, she turned away, ashamed. "I'm tired of... always following her, always being second, always..." Silence spread, words dying on her lips.
"My... my fetish... it's... not everything." You muttered.
"What do you mean?"
"Well..."
It takes you time, but it feels like you just need to spill everything, that... that if only she knew who and what you were she'd not just shrug off your weakness as if it was nothing she didn't already know about. You tell her about your world, of weak humans, of horrendously sub-pokegirl standards in anything physical, of a lack of magic and anything that could hope to put a person in equal footing with a weak pokegirl. You tell her of 50/50 population split between sexes, of only a scant few actually able to consider themselves up to the challenge of keeping multiple women regularly satisfied, of a culture of shame against sexual urges and of ensuring self-repression.
You tell her of your Christian™ household where you had to keep everything under wraps, of nights spent alone in front of a computer typing away at sexual fantasies the likes of which you knew you'd never see reality. You tell her of your older Cousin, Mark, a bully in his time and a loner after, of how he'd only agreed to come to the trip because his current fling, Ofelia, was among those in your class. Then comes the crash, the fear, the death, the rapist cat-lady who killed three just by slamming her hips hard enough against them their guts spilt out in a screaming spray of blood. And of the teacher who stepped up and somehow kept her from doing the same to everyone else.
The vivid detail of the events that leave your lips has you pale, lowering your words to a stuttering mumble that just goes mute. You're hyperventilating. "Breathe." Kajou approaches, putting a friendly hand on your shoulder. "There's no ferals here. You can finish your story."
Nodding weakly, you do. The split group, the larger one heading south, Mark and Ofelia opting to go ahead under the claim that staying with the others would be a death sentence as they'd draw in more of the monster-ladies. They were right, by the time you'd heard the screams and howls you had been moving ahead of the group by a couple of days already. Then... then they heard of something hunting the three of you, and so you ran like madmen in the night.
You, being weak, out of shape, pathetic, couldn't keep up.
And your cousin and Ofelia left you behind. You'd awaited death at the mouths of the feral as you'd stumbled through the dark forest, devoid of direction and lost. But it never came. That had been when you'd met them: Pan and Kajou, you'd stumbled into their camp, and they'd killed the feral and... "And I know the rest. We let you spend the night and during the morning my sister had a vision that you'd do something great and insisted we 'help' you." Kajou nodded, letting you take a deep breath and calm down, your hands were shaking. She looks calm but slightly unsure what to say. "Barry, I don't really know what you feel you've been keeping secret, but I had a pretty reasonable guess of your physical capabilities after the first training, and I never did think you were able to use magic since you never had cast anything."
"But... my past..."
"Is not really that important to me." She shrugged. A long pause follows as you're unable to properly process what to say.
"Thanks for... listening." You muttered.
She shrugged.
"But... I have to know... Why? Why aren't you going to convince Pan to leave me?" You know you asked the wrong question when she flinched.
"I... had." She sighed, much to your devastation. "After that first failed taming? And then the pathetic training session? We... shared words, and... blows."
"You lost."
"I lost." She stated flatly, frowning. "So here I stayed."
Oh.
"Would you... like to start over?" You asked. "I'm Barry."
Kajou looks at your offered hand, then slowly nods. "I'm... Kajou." She says taking your hand.
There is a prolonged silence as she grasps your hand, it looks as if she's looking into something, something more than just your hand. Suddenly you're again reminded that she was naked, you gulp, lips parting to take a breath. The pokegirl robs you of the chance, lips close on yours, a kiss. It's fierce, but hesitates, she pulls back. "I'm Kajou." She repeats the phrase, as if the words hold meaning to them.
"Sister?"
The amazon leaps away from you with such speed it's like she was hit by a bus, she's practically at the other side of the room the next instant, looking tense, nervous. Pan opens the door. "Barry?" She then asks, looking at either of you and not seeming quite sure what to make of the naked amazon fidgeting next to the punching bag and you looking 3/4ths out of breath.
The feelings coursing through you are strange, blurred, chaotic, you can't really tell what to make of them right now, and Kajou's not talking.
Your heart is beating in your chest as if you'd been doing something you shouldn't have, that what you'd just shared with Kajou was, somehow, forbidden. Up until now the two sisters had kept their distance, it had been almost clinical, they wouldn't sleep with you, they wouldn't give you signs of affection, they wouldn't care about your emotions. And in the same way you hadn't shared, hadn't told, stuck to your own role. And now... now it had felt different.
It was as if you'd suddenly entered a room that you weren't meant to be in. "I'm feeling better now." You spoke with a motion towards Kajou. "I saw her training and we... talked." Yeah, talked about the truth, the truth Pan couldn't know, the truth of her sister hating her. "She suggested that it would be best for me to try my technique on something that can't fight back until I've got a better hold on things."
Pan nods, but Kajou looks stunned like she can't really believe what you're saying. Or was it that you managed to say it without a stutter? "Yes, we did talk something along those lines while you were recovering." She said, yawning and rubbing her eyes a bit, seeming tired. "Don't stay up too late, you need your rest."
"I... don't worry about us, he'll get his rest," Kajou spoke. "I'll... make sure to keep an eye on his condition."
Pan's eyes narrow for a moment. "You do that."
The door clicked shut. Both Kajou and you let out a long sigh, she looked at you, and then you shared a simultaneous chuckle. "Not even sure why I was nervous." She said, using her hand to wipe off some sweat from her brow.
"That... was the first time anyone's kissed me... on their own." You muttered in a low voice, touching your lips and feeling like you should be heavily blushing right now. "I... liked it."
Kajou's looking at you in bewilderment. "Wait, didn't..." She paused and clearly tried to think back to any of the previous encounters you'd shared. "Huh, I guess we never did kiss you first."
"Nor sleep with me, like, in the bed." You blurt before you can stop yourself, and instantly wish you could've covered your mouth.
Her face droops at that. "Oh." It's like she suddenly realized that too. "We... didn't treat you very well did we?"
"I haven't been treating you that well either." You spoke. "But... we're starting over, right? We can do better this time."
"It sounds... weird, honestly." She puts down the towel, walking towards you calmly. "This isn't exactly what a pokegirl and tamer relationship should work like."
"But..." A pause, feeling your words die when she's close again, she doesn't wait for anything, she kisses you, pins you to the wall, kisses harder; soft strong lips assault you and incessantly keep at it until you're finally forced to split up so you can breathe.
"You should probably go to sleep." She said, her fingers caress your hair, and this time you do blush.
You open your mouth, you want to say something. And suddenly, you realize she's paying attention to you, close attention. Your mouth is dry, your throat constricts and sweat starts to run down your back. The words you wanted to say don't come out. "G-good night."
Kajou smiles, you somehow feel she expected more. "Good night."
You leave the room, closing the door behind you. You lean against the wall and hit your head against it softly, inwardly you curse at your own anxiousness. The beating heart in your chest takes a full five minutes before it calms down enough for you to move again. It's only then that you enter your own room and realize Pan had gone back to sleep in your bed. Was it because she'd argued with Kajou? Because she wanted to be near in case something happened to your head? You didn't know, and a part of you felt like it wasn't the question you really wanted answering.
A part of you just wonders if you'd be better off just taking some sheets and sleeping on the floor. Compared to what you'd just felt in Kajou's presence, Pan just feels like... a stranger. An uninvited one. Kajou had been right, they hadn't been treating you nicely, and the angel had been the source of it all.
You get an idea, a... dangerous idea. You want to tie her up, you want to leave her bound and gagged and defenceless all night long. And though a part of you is really certain it would be impossible for her to sleep through it all, the frustration inside you from your exchange with Kajou beats hard. Carefully, you close the door behind you and lock it. Then, you walk towards the box of restraints, you check to see which ones had the highest rating and soon find the ones that were actually meant to be able to avoid a pokegirl like Pan from breaking them and get out.
The box rattles as you pull the cuffs. "Barry?" The voice makes you freeze, the lights flick on, Pan supporting herself on her elbows and looking at you. "What are you doing?"
Her eyes roam the box and the chains you're holding, then flicker towards the door. "My sister teased you didn't she? I guess it'd make sense." Sitting up, she sighed heavily. "Might as well, since you didn't tame me last time because of her interruption."
You don't talk, just blink.
"So what did you have in mind?" She doesn't blush so much as she looks exasperated and bored, as if there's something eating at her and making her irritated and that sex was just a boring way to spend the time and not think about it. "Tie me up to the bed or something?"
You look down at the restraints meant to keep her fully and truly unable to escape, then at her, and then at the burning in your chest that longs for something more than just sex like the one you'd been receiving every other night. The pokedex feels heavy in your pocket, you want to write things down, everything down, you want to put words to the wonderful and incredibly painful longing to the lost opportunity to head right back to Kajou and ask her to sleep with you, to cuddle with you, to do something other than just fuck.
The image presents itself tantalizing, of an angel bound and toyed with by a piece of plastic while you just... leisurely teased her, focused on something else.
"Yeah... to the bed." You commented, the ideas in your head keeping you from properly processing the situation. You just move on automatic, she strips and lays face up on the bed.
Carefully you chain her wrists and ankles to the four corners, making sure it's tight. "Try to break it?" You asked, and she just rolled her eyes before giving a single powerful tug. The bed didn't even shudder, the chains holding tightly.
"Why are you testing it?"
"Open your mouth." You say, placing the ball gag. She complies. Only then do you answer her question. "I'm going to be edging you, a lot." You reply when the fourth and last cuff locks into position. "I'm going to be going until morning."
"Whaph!?" She rattles the chains.
"Don't worry, a pervert like you should enjoy it quite thoroughly." You don't quite manage to put the domineering tone to it you wanted, but you weren't really in that kind of mood anyway, there was something else occupying your mind.
Her blush is all you need, and you cover her eyes with the blindfold. Then you set about to reinforce the restraints so how much she can move is greatly reduced. Then, you bring the chair and place it atop the bed. Quickly you go over to the bathroom and clean up, going over your ritual, breathing, taking a good long moment to calm down and organize your thoughts. It takes you ten minutes longer than you thought it should have, but eventually, you feel something close to being in the zone you'd usually been.
"Let's get this started, pervert." You tell her as you step back into the room, turning the vibrator on. The sound makes her shake slightly and blush. You're careful and meticulous, you tease her and play with her before inserting the phallic object, watching her squirm and moan and adding a casual insult here and there before you move to sit on the chair you'd placed atop the bed.
The legs don't make pressure on her, but with your position, you can easily tease her thighs and loins with your feet. "Now, I'm going to talk, and you're going to listen." You said. "You will listen and cum and squirm and do like all perverts do and you'll get off on it. Are you ready?"
Bringing up the pokedex, you open up the site you frequented for ideas about how to set up these scenarios, one with many many ideas for many many lewd things, stories with sexual narratives the likes of which would've made you blush had you not done some of them to Pan and Kajou. But tonight it was different, tonight you weren't there to read, but to write.
It's been... five hours, and you've had to get down from the chair several times to take a break, drink some water, take a bite out of some nutri-bars, and even just straight up do some stretches. Your throat hurts, and your everything feels tired. On the bed, Pan is a mess, what at first had been an orgasm fest from the degrading comments and your feet playing with her sex and thighs... had turned into quiet whimpering and slower more intense explosions of pleasure the more she actually began paying attention to the narration of your story rather than the offhanded verbal abuse you were giving her.
It was subtle at first, but almost three hours in her orgasms had begun to come in as the story turned towards its lewder components or the more emotionally intense ones.
The story was simple, a simple tamer and the strong, shy, nervous pokegirl. He'd loved her since she'd been a young human girl, then she went through threshold, turned into a pokegirl, and was sold into a ranch. The protagonist joined the ranch, and day in day out fucked pokegirls without stop, but every time it was his turn with her he would try to make it special, just for her, the girl with a dirty little heart for bondage.
And the tamer that slowly explored that side of her sexuality with her.
There were not many twists or turns, no flamboyant plot nor incredible pitfalls. It was a simple story, of the young man's interactions with the pokegirls he tamed, and with the one he loved, and how, little by little, he saved up enough to eventually buy her off. A happy simple ending for a short five hour story that had you far too exhausted and the pokegirl you'd been sort-of-stepping-on being left a complete mess of puddled juices and shaking hips. But what had really drawn your attention were the tears, she'd begun to cry.
It was then that you'd, tastefully, grown worried and stopped, removing her gag as well as allowing her to regain her sight. "It's... so beautiful..." She gasped, heaving deeply, blushing and helplessly humping the air, her hips shaking in orgasmic bliss as the dildo (which you'd sort of forgot in the rush of removing her blindfold) was still going strong.
"Thank you." You kiss her, removing the dildo and watching her shudder and go limp after what was surely hours of tension. "We should both rest."
She nods, and you remove the chair from the bed, loosening the restraints enough that they're not keeping her held so firmly but still not taking them away entirely. Bringing in a rag, you give her a quick wash-down, watching her heavy erratic breathing calming down and her eyes slowly closing you go to turn off the lights, they flicker and you're momentarily blinded by the one shining down from right above you. You groan, cover your eyes, and then squeal when the light explodes in a shower of sparks.
You're left shocked, and mostly startled and afraid. In the darkness, and not daring to turn the lights back on, you use the light of your dex to clean up the glass of the exploded lightbulb and leave the door unlocked before moving to the bed to fall asleep. When you woke up you'd have to complain about the light at the place's owner.
Pan mumbles something half-dazedly, her words don't really make much sense to your tired mind, but they don't feel important so you just allow yourself to fall into a blessed slumber. Little did you know, your story was already making waves.
But that was for another time.
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.
If you're interested in reading the original quest/story (includes images :P ) then head on over to fiction dot live (slash) user/fireloid/stories
I'm also seeking to try and earn a living through the site that starts with 'pat' and ends with 'reon', but tbh fanfiction doesn't quite help to self-sponsor in that regard (for anyone interested, it'd be (slash)ravStories).
Either way, hope you enjoy this story! More updates to come!
