Hello everyone!
This story takes place in the PokeSlave universe of my own creation that is a Fateverse x Pokemon fanfic, which also incorporates concepts of Pokegirls (the sexual parody of Pokemon) amongst other elements and inspirations taken from other stories/franchises.
Without further ado,
I hope you enjoy my works.
Chapter Four "Training and Sparring"
Rin Tohsaka
I opened my eyes and as I expected was greeted with the sight of Fake Shirou. There was almost never a time where I was left alone. Those rare times happened when he intentionally left me to think about a certain question or command.
"Congratulations," said Fake Shirou as he clapped his hands. "Today is finally the day that we begin combat training."
Time, I shuddered just thinking about that word. Up until now, I had thought nothing more than trying to my sanity and not submit to Fake Shirou whenever possible or imagining ways of escaping my predicament. I was never given a moment of respite as soon as Fake Shirou believed that I was at a physical and mental breaking point then he would snap his fingers to cause me to sleep. I could also be awoken by a mere finger click. Now that I thought about it, I finally had a moment to think about did I finally realize that I hadn't even known how much time had passed since my capture.
I was about to ponder how much time had passed since my capture and torment when my surroundings changed from the usual dungeon to what looked suitable for practicing martial arts.
Fake Shirou continued, "Here are some basics for you to start with."
My eyes widened in disbelief as knowledge that I had never known about came streaming into my mind. I got a massive headache as my brain started to organize the newfound information. Thankfully, the information overload was too much beyond my mental limit.
"Use the knowledge you just received! Basic Drill 1." Fake Shirou shouted while pointing at a nearby dummy.
My body acted before I could register what was going on. I turned to the designated dummy and unleashed a series of slashes and stabs at various parts of the dummy. As I executed the sword drill, my mind couldn't help but compare what the master swordswomen Saber or the sword expert Archer had been able to do. The knowledge and skills guiding my body was nothing compared to Saber or Archer but it was still impressive for me who had no experience at handling a sword. I was almost on the level of what a novice with several months of training would possess.
"Good!" Fake Shirou nodded in approval while looking at the damage that I had left on the dummy.
A jolt of pleasure and happiness radiated through me. Like a good girl I had obeyed my master. I had executed the technique as Master had ordered. Just seeing the smile on his face brought me pleasure and happiness… I slapped my cheeks. The pain quickly interrupted the pleasure and happiness filling my thoughts. My mind reeling in shock at the submissive thoughts that had seemed so natural.
I banished the wrong thought from my mind and I quickly focused on a brand-new dummy that replaced the damaged one.
"This time Basic Drill 2."
As commanded, I started what had been Basic Drill 2 amongst the knowledge and skills uploaded into my mind. I noticed that the drill was much more difficult than the previous drill. My body continued to execute the drill but I marveled at what was going on. I didn't like, no I hated, what was going on with my body. Right now, I had no control, and felt like a passenger in my own body but as a mage I cannot deny the magical knowledge and skills required to make the magic of feeding information into me and executing them flawless as impressive.
My mind would have been completely focused on analyzing the knowledge and skills required to transfer information into my mind and flawlessly execute the downloaded information with my body if it wasn't the pleasure elicited by Fake Shirou's response. The more pronounced his approval, be it body language or speech, the greater pleasure I felt until all thoughts of analysing what was happening was lost and all my attention on pleasing Fake Shirou.
Without me knowing it, time seemed to pass quickly as I completed one drill after another.
My mind was a mess by the end as Fake Shirou stopped shouting at me to perform a certain drill. My mind had been overwhelmed by the steady stream of pleasure and happiness at obeying my master that only carrying out Fake Shirou's commands mattered. Drunk on the pleasure and happiness, I instinctively looked up at Shirou for more drills to do, subconsciously yearning for rewards.
"Sapphire, look at me and tell me what drills you did and describe to me in detail what you did in each drill." Fake Shirou ordered.
"I performed Basic Drill 1 to 30. In Basic Drill 1 I performed…" I recounted the techniques I had executed on the dummy in perfect order like a machine. "…on the dummy…" My mind finally returned to normal after finishing the report. "Oh, my god!" I screamed as my face went red. "I… I…"
"There… there. No need to worry," said Fake Shirou in a soothing tone as he walked up and embraced me. "This is a natural aspect of being a Pokegirl. You will get used to it, and it will become familiar to you like breathing."
For a moment, I wanted to thank Fake Shirou for comforting me, but that warm fuzzy feeling didn't last long when I remembered the reason why I was so troubled. It was caused by him in the first place. I was about to snap at him when I heard words that were music to my ears.
"Since you have been so obedient just now, I believe you deserve to be rewarded."
My ears perked up and my eyes gleamed as I listened eagerly at what my reward… NO! How could I be happily waiting like an excited puppy at what their owner was going to do. I was really starting to worry about what was going on. Still my mind wondered what Fake Shirou could be referring to.
"Now here is the reward!" Fake Shirou pointed in a certain direction.
My mind was so focused at where Fake Shirou was pointing at that I half-noticed Fake Shirou had disappeared before it was quickly dismissed as I waited with anticipation for what was to come.
- O -
Shirou Emiya
I dropped at the small booklet, called the Pokemon/Pokeslave Trainer Primer, and stared in disbelief. It couldn't be true. Not cannot be real. The words had been very vague, likely due to how it was created as a brief introduction for aspiring Trainers, but I also sensed that the words had been vague as if to censor or downplay a large issue regarding the Pokeball and Taming Cycle.
No, it might be true and real… I thought depressingly.
Things that proved the existence of what I once considered part of the fictional Pokemon franchise were the Pokeball, and Pokedex that I had been given and the two people I had met: Professor Oak and Nurse Joy. The short time I had encountered Professor Oak and Nurse Joy had revealed that they were much more than just fictional characters but just real with their personalities and quirks of their own just like any living human being.
There is also the fact that I have already seen and used the Pokeball. They worked exactly as described on the booklet… I thought darkly as I stared at the Pokeball and Pokedex resting on the table in front of me.
I unwillingly recalled the brief period when Nurse Joy had first "captured" Rin and how not too long after that when I had brought Rin out of the Pokeball the first time how her behavior had changed. Whether or not Rin had been aware of her change in personality or behavior, also concerned me. There was a difference between being completely brainwashed to having someone's mind or body manipulated. It determined how much of Rin was still there fighting and resisting to remain the same person I had come to love during the Fifth Holy Grail War or if she had completely succumbed to the brainwashing, or as the booklet called "Taming Cycles."
The Pokedex quickly came into my hands as I frantically browsed through the Pokedex and checked with the booklet if I was following the correct steps as if my life depended on how fast and correct my actions were. It was not long before I found myself on the desired screen.
"Please still be there, Rin. Otherwise I will make Nurse Joy pay even if she hadn't intended to harm you when she had thrown the pokeball at you." I swore loudly as I pressed on the box with the words, Enter Virtual Reality.
Darkness washed over my vision and I quickly found myself in a different place. For a moment, I wondered if I was where I had wanted to go. It was not long before I noticed several things appearing in my vision. A small part of my vision was taken up by words and symbols overlayed on my eyes like a HUD or the screen may look like while playing a video game.
I banished any curiosity about the HUD and quickly looked around to see if Rin was around. My head didn't even need to move around too much when to my relief I found Rin immediately.
"Rin, are you okay?!" I shouted as I rushed to my girlfriend.
A lack of a response started to make me uncomfortable. I released my hug and moved a little back to get a good look at Rin. What I found made me raise a brow. She stared at me as if not believing it was me standing before her. I was able to speak up when Rin's expressions changed. Rin started to look at me as if… If I was to best describe her then she was looking at me with a hungry look. Not the type as if I was food but as if I was something that could relieve a certain feeling…
"Analysis complete… Subject is highly likely to be aroused. Subject may be reaching the first stages of Feralhood." A robotic voice announced in my mind.
My vision had the analysis of the robotic voice overlapping over Rin's body and I was about to refute the so-called evidence presented in my vision when Rin threw herself at me.
"Fuck me, Shirou! I am too horny!" She screamed as started to tear away at my clothes.
I was so stunned by Rin's sudden behavior that I only snapped out of my daze after finding my body becoming cold and feeling exposed. A look down confirmed that I was not imagining things. My staring was so cut short when Rin kissed me passionately.
"Come on! Touch me! I want you!" Rin moaned out in between kisses.
My protest about how things were wrong was silenced when I let out a hiss as Rin's right hand slipped down my penis and started to massage it. Before I knew it, my rationality went out the window as if Rin's all-consuming urge for sex seemed to also infected me.
"If you want this then I will give it!" I roared in a bestial manner before grabbing Rin and thrusted her on the bed that just miraculous appeared as if appearing at my instinctual command.
- O -
Rin Tohsaka
I groaned as I rubbed my eyes. Before my eyes opened, I was bombarded by an odor I had started to become intimately familiar with since my capture by a pokeball. The smell would have once embarrassed me didn't so much as cause much of a reaction from me anymore. I am too used to it now.
A yawn escaped my mouth as I stretched my body in bed. It felt like it had been forever since I had a good sleep. I felt like it had been an eternity since I had been captured by the pokeball and Fake Shirou had been tormenting me in an attempt to make me submit. Proper sleep that left me completely relaxed and refreshed had become a distant memory since my captivity. The sleep I had gotten lately seemed more like power naps to keep my brain from sleep deprived.
For a moment, I thought if the "reward" that Fake Shirou had promised me seemed like a proper sleep. Not just any proper sleep, but one with very vivid and sexual dream.
I was about to stand up when the smell caught my attention. I sniffed the air and wondered what was causing it. A quick twist of my body to face my right side when I noticed a sleeping Shirou. My face went red when I saw white fluid, some still wet and other dried, appearing on Shirou's body. I looked down at my own body to see that I had much more white fluid on my body, in particular near my groin…
Oh, my god! I thought in alarm as my face turned a darker shade of red. The reward that Fake Shirou meant was proper sex?
My mind unconsciously replayed what I had moments ago considered as a dream. I started to recall what I exactly felt like when Fake Shirou had announced my reward. When the other Shirou had appeared, possibly another Fake Shirou or different being taking the guise of my boyfriend, the occasional loss of inhibition and rationality that I would suffer at Fake Shirou's hands had been different at that moment. It had turned into an all-consuming need.
I blushed, remembering how I had acted that particular moment after loss of my inhibition and rationality. To describe it as nothing short of heaven was underselling how much pleasure and happiness I had felt. Without anything holding back, I had said and done things that I had always imagined doing with Shirou, but never had the guts to muster the heart to actually do it because it was too embarrassing or I didn't want to give my boyfriend the wrong assumptions about me.
Wait!? My eyes widened at recalling the moments before I lost all inhibition and rationality. I didn't feel like I was having sex with Fake Shirou… I looked at the sleeping body next to me in disbelief. Is this Shirou?! My boyfriend?
"That is Master!" A voice shouted in my mind.
How could I forget!? It is Mas… My mind quickly came to a screeching halt. That isn't right! That was not my thoughts! One suspicious party quickly entered my mind. Fake Shirou, you are not fooling me!
I was about to scream at Fake Shirou more when pain struck my mind. My mind recoiled from the pain and I quickly recalled the darkest moments of my captivity. I shuddered in fear but my anger quickly started to ignite as I recalled my suffering. Burning rage was about to explode when my mind was blanketed by pleasure. I moaned and basked in the pleasure, unwittingly thinking about the few mantras that Fake Shirou had successfully buried in my mind despite my best efforts to prevent them.
"Rin are you okay?!" Shiro shouted as he frantically shook me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I am fine, Shirou!" I snapped as I pushed him away. "How was your…" My face and ears went red. "Your sleep?"
"I slept…" Shirou's face and ears also became crimson. "…Well, thanks." He coughed. "Rin, look me straight in the eyes. Are you okay? The words were vague, but I feel as if the pokeballs are a sinister tool to brainwash their captors."
The truth that Shirou was right had been about to come out of my mouth when the words I wanted to say didn't come out. Instead, I was shocked by what came out instead.
"Brainwashing is absolutely not what a pokeball does! Only someone that hadn't gone through the process would fail to understand what I had gone through would say that." said my mouth to my disbelief. "I was not physically or mentally harmed. Discipline is the correct word. At best, scolded just like a student may receive from a teacher for failing to do something correctly."
"Really?" asked Shirou suspiciously.
"Really." replied my mouth as my head nodded.
"Tell me more about your experience."
To my continued shock my mouths kept talking and explaining any detail that Shirou may feel suspicious about. The lies came out so naturally that if I had been in Shirou's shoes then I would not have second thoughts that I was being lied too. My mouth stopped speaking after nearly thirty minutes of explanation.
Shirou stared into my eyes, and it felt like he was peering into my mind. That feeling became stronger by the seriousness of his staring. His expressions soon softened and he smiled.
"That's good to hear." Shirou sighed. "One less thing I have to worry about."
I wanted to shout or express in any way that Shirou was being told a lie. Sadly, nothing worked despite my best efforts. My body just seemed to refuse to answer my commands. I soon gave up and instead focused my attention on resolving my predicament. I could always tell Shirou the truth later, but first I needed to understand what was causing the issue. The most suspicious party I could think of was Fake Shirou.
That notion became stronger in my mind when I recalled other moments in my captivity when I recalled the few times that Fake Shirou had directly controlled my body or times that I had performed certain actions that I suspected may have been due to direct control. What I compiled started to alarm me and I was…
"Don't ignore your Master!"
The pain snapped me out of my thoughts and my eyes refocused on Shirou.
"I think we have a possible cure in reversing the transformation that turned you into a…" Shirou stopped speaking as if he was about to say something disgusting. "Pokeslave." He spat angrily.
My eyes lit up as hope ignited in my heart. There was hope! I wonder what kind of cure Shiro was talking about… Well, that isn't important right now. I turned to Shirou and focused uttermost on listening.
"It seems simple like the Pokemon video games or anime. We need to defeat Gym Leaders to collect Badges that will allow us to qualify in the PokeChampionship. A tournament that is said to grant the wishes of its champion." He explained, his voice radiating with happiness.
"What are we waiting for!? Let's start going to the nearest Gym!" I shouted in excitement.
"Well…" Shirou sighed. "We have a barrier even before we can challenge our first Gym. We need to get registered."
"Registered?" I repeated in disbelief. "Isn't this the same world that lets eleven year old children become Trainers?"
Shirou shot me an understanding smile. "I thought the same too." He nodded. "Turns out despite being remarkably like the Pokemon World in many ways, there are many things that are different too beyond the Pokeslaves that we already know about. Registration to become a Trainer is one of them."
"Why is there any need for registering?" I frowned in confusion.
"The same reason why governments require registration for so many other things like driving or possessing a firearm. It is either to protect you, the individual, or the public. Think about it for a moment. The weakest pokemon may range from the relatively harmless and docile home pet-like animal to powerful dragons that have the capacity to lay entire towns to waste. If you don't regulate the possession and use of such creatures it would be pure chaos."
"Oh!" I blurted and I mentally slapped myself for not using common sense to figure out the answer. "So what kind of things do we need to do to get registered?"
"The usual such as a basic understanding of what a Trainer does, their responsibilities and knowing how to use the common tools of their trade." Shirou coughed uncomfortably and continued, "It's the part where I register my pokemon and…" His brows scrunched together and nearly spat. "pokeslaves… The part that disturbs me is the Obedience Level…"
My face turned dark just imagining what "Obedience Level" could mean. Given how uncomfortable Shirou was and what I had gone through at the hands of my pokeball (Fake Shirou likely being the Pokeball AI), I had a good idea where the topic was going.
"At the test to earn my Trainer's license, I need to demonstrate that my pokemon and pokeslaves meet a certain standard of obedience and my ability to control as a Trainer."
"Basically, how much control you have over me as a Master and my obedience to you as a slave." I translated into the words that would apply to us during the Trainer's License examination. "Isn't that, right?"
Shirou sighed and nodded. "That's right."
"I will pretend to be your slave temporarily until I am cured. Is that understood?" I asked assertively.
"Agreed." Shirou nodded.
I was about to respond when pain struck me. It was not one just one hit but repeatedly. My body would have recoiled if it wasn't for my body once again not responding to my command as the pain struck me. The fact that Shirou didn't seem to respond only confirmed that suspicion.
"You are a slave. Bad girls refuse to listen. Good girls obey. Are you a good girl or a bad girl?"
Mentally, I winced in pain but started to moan when "good girl" was mentioned. My mind nearly subconsciously replied, "I am a good girl and I obey," to my dismay before I stopped myself from uttering such words in my mind. I shuddered just thinking about how many times I had eventually under pain and pleasure I had submitted.
"Are you listening to me, Rin?"
"I am Master," I subconsciously blurted out under the influence of pleasure and pain while the words 'good girl' and 'bad girl' echoed in my mind.
"Good, you need to address me like that in public." Shirou nodded in approval. Moans nearly escaped my lips before I suppressed it. "In public, I shall address you as Sapphire and that is your name I shall register you under during the Trainer's license examination."
I had mixed feelings when Shirou also started to use the name, Sapphire. If it had been before my capture and care under Fake Shirou, I may have found the name to be endearing. Afterall, I loved gems given that they were quintessential to my family magecraft and how beautiful they looked. It also reminded me of my eyes that I took great pride in. Now, that name brought me great deal of pleasure and distress at the heavenly and hellish times I experienced at the hands of Fake Shirou.
"Let's change our setting."
- O -
Shirou Emiya
"Let's change our setting." I announced as I willed for the surroundings to change.
Just as the Trainer Primer had said, my surroundings changed immediately as I had willed. It changed exactly into what I had imagined. I noted that it was a very convenient thing that would greatly aid in our training before returning my attention back to Rin.
The Trainer's Primer had only made my earlier suspicions that I had set aside at Professor Oak's and Nurse Joy's reassurances to resurface. As a result, I had thoroughly questioned Rin after learning from the Trainer's Primer what Pokeballs did and the Taming Cycle. I had even resorted to invading Rin's privacy and used my privilege as her Tamer/Trainer to read her mind. To my shock, while Rin had suffered due to the pokeball, it was not what I had feared could happen after reading the Primer. Her treatment had been similar to what someone might see the military do to their potential recruits at boot camp.
With my discovery that Rin was not being brainwashed, I spoke to Rin. "Let's see what you're capable of Rin…" I mentally slapped myself for forgetting what Rin had agreed to be treating temporarily until we won the PokeChampionship and having her cured. "I mean, Sapphire."
For a moment, Rin seemed conflicted as I expected by me calling her Sapphire, but she eventually seemed to accept with a weary smile before she charged at me. I was not too surprised that Rin's naked body was clothed again by an altered version of Archer's attire that exposed many parts of her body. What did catch me off-guard was the appearance of Kanshou and Bakuya.
I instinctively summoned my own copy of Kanshou and Bakuya to block Rin's attacks. It was only when I blocked did the information from my Reality Marble, Unlimited Blade Works, feed into my mind. As our blades locked together, I realized that Rin had only created pale imitations of Kanshou and Bakuya. Her version lacked the enchantments and history that made them into Noble Phantasms. Only appear-wise were her versions similar to my own, and completely inferior in also in the material and craftsmanship department.
Still, I had to be impressed by what Rin had been able to achieve. Her skills in Projection magic, which had been completely inferior to my own skills, substantially increased since finding ourselves in this world.
"Don't forget I am here!" Rin shouted as she launched a flurry of slashes and stabs at me.
My body worked on auto-pilot to block, deflect and dodge before my mind returned to the fight. I was pushed back several meters as I inspected Rin's fighting style. Like how Rin had been trying to imitate Archer in appearance or weapons, her fighting style looked like Archer's and mine, except it looked like she had just started learning it.
It was fascinating to be on the defensive while continuing to observe Rin. For some reason, I recalled my own fight with Archer. I felt like I was in Archer's shoes where I was watching someone imitate my choice of weapon and fighting style, although Rin lacked the dramatic improvements that I had gained when fighting Archer.
The spar continued for several minutes as Rin's frustration built up until it exploded. An infuriated Rin threw her sabers at me and while I blocked the thrown weapons Rin pointed her index finger at me as if she was holding a pistol.
Gandr Shots came racing towards me. As I moved to avoid it, I was surprised by the appearance of the Gandr Shots that did not look like the black orbs that Rin normally fired. Instead, the Gandr Shots appeared as I swear were swords. I dodged out of the way and no more shots were fired at me. Rin seemed much more shocked than I was at the new development.
My knowledge of magecraft had greatly expanded thanks to Archer as I had inherited the knowledge, memories and abilities of a possible future version of myself. So, I had some irking on what may be going on, but Rin seemed to know exactly, or at least more than me, to be in such a shocked state.
I was about to comfort Rin when she casted different combat-oriented magic spells at me, some of them I had seen her use against Caster and Berserker, while many were unknown to me. What did continue to baffle me was no matter the type of magic spell she used be it elemental type, curses and any other type of magecraft that all the magic spells coincidentally all took the shape of a blade or some weapon that had a bladed edge such as spears and axes.
"Argh!" Rin roared in frustration as she continued to fire magic spells at faster rate and more powerful ones as I dodged, blocked and deflected the magic spells raining down upon me.
Archer's and my own experience taught me that it was wise to give Rin some time to process whatever was causing her anger. So, I silently continued to take Rin's magic spells without retaliating for the next few minutes.
As Rin stopped firing magic spells and she panted for breath, I asked. "Are you fine?"
"Not really…" She admitted in exhausted frustration. "My Origin… I think it has changed." Rin admitted as she turned to glare at me as if wanting to kill me. "If my guess is right, it might have changed to Sword. How I have no idea, but I am sure it has to do because of a certain individual."
I suddenly gulped and wondered what I could have possibly done to cause the unexpected development.