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 One "Pokeball"
Arturia blinked in confusion as she found herself in complete darkness. It was not only pitch black, but her other senses could detect nothing else. Nothing seemed to be touching her, giving her the sensation that she was floating in the air.
She was terribly confused by what was going on. The last thing she remembered was rushing to try and save Shirou from being dragged into a spatial rift by Gilgamesh. Arturia could not make sense as how the last thing she remembered was anyway connected to her current situation.
"Good morning, sister!" A familiar voice that Arturia had not heard in a long time spoke in a friendly voice. "I never thought I would get to see you again."
Arturia lifted her head and stared at the human that stepped out from the shadow. For a moment, she thought that she had mistaken. Morgan le Fay was dead.
"How are you alive?!" Arturia demanded.
"I reincarnated of course." Morgan replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It seems that your circumstances are different from mine. This only confirms my previous suspicions as to why you lack a physical body and temporarily altered your soul to take a physical form similar to how a Servant manifest." She mused before smiling at Arturia. "Welcome to your new home!"
"New home?" Arturia repeated in confusion.
"Yes, new home. You will understand eventually." Morgan nodded. "Your name is no longer Arturia Pendragon. It is Art from now on."
"My name is Arturia Pendragon and I will decide what my name is!" Arturia growled angrily. "No one can change my name without my consent."
She raced to cut her sister with Excalibur but Arturia's body buckled as if something was holding her limbs in place. It wasn't just her limbs straining against invisible restraints, which was not working. Her Od that empowered her body beyond what it was capable of just with physical strength alone refused to answer her call.
Morgan laughed while watching Arturia's attempt to break out. "There is no point in resisting. You cannot escape as long as that slave collar is around your neck." She said while pointing at the metal collar around Arturia's neck, which Arturia hadn't noticed until Morgan brought it up. "You will learn that your life from here on will be very different… No longer do you have any choice. I will make all decisions from now on for you."
"You are saying that I am a slave. I am not a slave and never will be one!" Arturia shouted defiantly.
Out of nowhere, her mind was flooded with memories, it was that of her serving Morgan dutifully without needing any prompting by her older half-sister as to what to do. The memories of her loving taking care of all Morgan's needs, and in return she enjoyed the feeling of serving…
"How is it?" Morgan asked as the never-ending stream of fake memories of Arturia serving Morgan temporarily came to a halt. "Do you accept your new fate?"
"I would rather die than serve you!" Arturia sneered.
"Resistance shall be punished!"
Arturia screamed as a searing jolt of pain arched across her body. Her muscles convulsed and she thrashed around. It was like she was burning and freezing to death at the same time, despite how impossible it seemed. Next her entire body seemed to be cut and crushed. She soon experienced just about every sort of pain imaginable. When the pain stopped, Arturia was gasping for air. She was left shuddering, eyes watering.
"Obedience shall be rewarded!"
She moaned out as Arturia felt pleasure unlike anything she had experienced in the past. This was beyond anything and everything she had experienced in the past. Arturia felt like she was in heaven. It took a moment for Arturia to regain her composure as the euphoric high subsided away.
"Do you understand your new status?"
There was a dull sense of both pleasure and pain. A subtle reminder of the powerful sensation she had felt. Arturia didn't doubt that Morgan could deal out pain and pleasure in a heartbeat.
"You should know that there is no point in resisting. Do you finally accept your new status as a slave? A property that has no will and obeys the commands of their master."
"Never! I am not a slave. I have a will of my own and freedom to choose what I do!" Arturia shouted defiantly.
"You made the wrong decision."
The next moment was just filled with pain. Pain. Pain and Pain. It was so agonizing that she was able to withstand the pain only for a few moments before she felt her vision black out. Arturia only regained her thoughts after the pain stopped. She huffed and heaved for breath. Each breath was a painful reminder of the agony she still felt despite no longer being hurt.
"Each time you resist, I will take the pain up another notch and make it last longer. I had just inflicted pain for exactly 0.5 seconds."
Arturia shivered and she felt cold. The claim that half a second had passed seemed infeasible, but she reminded herself that it was possible. Human perception of time was unreliable without a point of reference such as a clock. An incredible amount of time could have seemed to have passed. For someone to find that in reality that wasn't the case.
She quickly took into consideration that Morgan had been lying to her. It was a classic trick from psychological warfare. To make a person doubt their own decisions and make them more susceptible to being influenced. If she wanted to come out sane and uninfluenced, she needed to remain ironclad. Unfaltering in her own decisions and never second questioning what she thought.
"You may find the benefits of cooperating extremely rewarding."
The next thing that happened was something that Arturia would never have expected. She didn't even have time to register what was going on. The mother of all orgasms struck her. An orgasm so powerful that it paled to any pleasure that she had felt in her life. The pleasure that she had previously experienced under the influence of Morgan before couldn't be compared to what she had just felt. That previous shots of pleasure on a scale of ten would have been an eleven. This mother of all orgasm could be rated as hundred on a scale of ten.
She gasped for breath as Arturia bathed in the afterglow of the mother of all orgasms. It was so good. Arturia was willing to bet that she couldn't have achieved the same amount of pleasure with her own hands. A small corner of her mind whispered poisonous thoughts that cooperating with Morgan might be acceptable, if only to experience the mother of all orgasms again. She would also be spared from the agonizing pain for not cooperating.
Arturia furiously began to shake her head. She cursed herself for even considering cooperating with Morgan. There was no way that she was going to give up. To give in to Morgan's demand meant that she was giving up her status as a human being. That was something that she absolutely refused to relinquish. She was going to fight until the bitter end…
- O -
Arturia heaved and gasped for air. Her face was blush red and her entire body glistening with sweat. Blood engorged breasts and vulva beckoned like flashing light in the darkness. Rock hard nipples and a clitoris begged to be pinched and played with. Love juice dripped down her legs.
The fake memories of herself happily serving as Morgan's slave playing in her mind felt as if it had been going on for days. Arturia wasn't sure if she'd been in here a week or a month since the attempts to break her will had started.
"Did you like it? This is just the taste of what you will feel if you are a loyal and obedient slave." Morgan asked.
A blush grew on Arturia's face. Arturia shuddered as she remembered both the indescribable pleasure and pain. Dark thoughts constantly appeared in her mind and she continuously fought to suppress them. The poisonous memories of her ordeal made it difficult for her to not want to give up. The combination of pain and pleasure had weakened her resolve, and at times she wanted to give up resisting. Her mind wandered as imagined that the mind-blowing pleasure that awaited if she submitted.
No! I cannot give up! Arturia shouted in her mind even while her resolve flickered.
Suddenly, a series of memories replayed in her mind. She reexperienced it. Arturia shivered as the painful and terrifying moments that she had wished stayed forever buried were brought to light. The notion of resisting disappeared. If she didn't want to go through those moments ago, she had to comply with her captor.
"Get in position! Feet shoulder's width apart. Cross your hands behind your back. Thrust your chest out." Morgan shouted.
Arturia was incredibly shocked by what happened next. Without her conscious decision, Arturia moved her body into position as instructed. Pleasures rippled through her body as she obeyed Morgan.
"Good girl!" Morgan cooed as she walked up to Arturia and patted her younger half-sister's head. "This is a marvelous start to your life as a Pokegirl!"
The quietly moaning Arturia basked in the pleasure of being patted and praised. Arturia's eyes widened in disbelief as she came to the harrowing realization that the incredible wrong thoughts and emotions were going through her head.
"What did you do to me, Morgan?! I followed your orders without any second thoughts!" Arturia roared furiously.
"I order you to not move and speak only when ordered." Morgan replied in a nonchalant tone as if Arturia's predicament were none of her concern.
Rage burned in Arturia as she received more commands. This time she didn't mindlessly obey. Arturia attempted to speak and move her body. To her shock, she faced fierce resistance. Her body refused to move. It was like she had become a statue. She summoned more willpower to command her body and just as it was about to move the slightest Arturia was struck by pain. Her body might have become a statue, but she mentally recoiled in pain and confusion.
"Bad girls are punished!" Morgan scolded Arturia.
If Arturia could move, she would have recoiled in fear and looked to escape Morgan. Sadly, Arturia could do nothing, but stand still and endure. She mentally howled in pain as the shock of hearing her tormentor had caused her to try and move with renewed frenzy, which had only caused her more pain.
"What a good girl! You have taken another baby step into accepting your new status as a Pokegirl." Morgan cooed happily as he continued to pat Arturia's head like she was a dog.
The fury that was Arturia's anger nearly went out at Morgan's happy cooing, patting and the pleasure of obeying commands. Paradoxically it was the very act of being treated like a good dog that kept her anger going. Arturia's burning rage exploded and she nearly managed to make her body move when the pain struck her. If the pleasure had been a steady flow of water being burned at Arturia's burning rage, then the pain would be akin to a fire extinguisher.
Thus, started a vicious cycle where Arturia was constantly washed by pleasure and bombarded with increasingly powerful pain in retaliation for her growing fury and resistance to move her body. Time started to lose meaning as Arturia constantly struggled against the pleasure and pain. Sometimes it seemed like she was so close to regaining control over her body while other times it seemed like the notion of resistance was nearly snubbed out of existence. No matter the situation, Morgan continued to happily coo and pat Arturia's head.
Come on! Nearly there… Arturia thought to herself as she felt control over her own body become stronger than ever before after countless setbacks and defeat. Just one more…
"Bad girls are punished for disobeying!"
Just as Arturia was about to regain control over her body the world transformed into hell. It was akin to the Apollo Moon mission turning into tragedy when the lunar lander hit the surface of the moon and the astronauts were about to set foot on the moon only for the lunar lander to suddenly explode. Arturia could only scream in frustration as pain wrecked her body.
The burning rage of fury and conviction to resist was finally snuffled out as it became too much. She had resisted no matter how bad the situation had been, but the last soul-crushing loss provided that resistance was futile. Arturia didn't know how much time had passed or how many attempts she had made. Yet, all of them had to fight the insurmountable odds of the pleasure caused by Morgan's cooing and obedience to Morgan's commands or the pain for disobeying was the final straw.
Arturia Pendragon gave up. It was too much.
Her vision flickered as the pleasure hit her. She moaned and groaned. Arturia had thought that she had experienced all the pleasure that the world had to offer at her tormentor's hands, but it seemed Arturia had been very wrong.
"Good. Very good." Morgan muttered happily. "How does it feel to submit to me, Arturia? It must be really humiliating, but also really good to do so."
Anger bubbled inside Arturia. She hated it. The feeling of unwanted pleasure. She would rather die than admit it! Yet… Just for one moment the thought of surrendering… NO! She screamed in her mind. How could she consider surrendering?! What just happened had been a… strategic retreat. Yes, that was right! A strategic retreat to get her some respite to gather her energy…
Morgan summoned a full-sized mirror before Arturia and ordered, "I want you to stare in the mirror and look at your body's reflection."
Arturia became outraged at what Morgan did next. She wanted to scream and berate Morgan at the immoral thing Morgan was committing. How dare Morgan cross the unspoken rule regarding a captor and their prisoner! Without any control over her body, only her facial expression changed to reflect her emotions.
A moan escaped Arturia's mouth despite her best efforts to stop it. How could I… argh!? Her mind became a mess as anger quickly disappeared as her body betrayed Arturia. I am barely pretending… Yes, this is all an act to make Morgan drop her guard so that I can gather my strength before I… Arturia bit her lips in an attempt to stop herself from moaning. Morgan spending less time torturing me is more time for me to think up a… argh! Plan! A plan to escape Morgan's clutches.
Her eyes closed while Arturia tried to ignore the pleasure and moaning as she thought of what to do to escape. At first, she was able to make some plans but that all came to a screeching halt when her mind started to become messed up by the pleasure. She couldn't help but enjoy Morgan's groping. What made the situation even worse was that her body was starting to crave Morgan's touch.
This is wrong, Morgan. Please stop! Arturia shouted in her mind as her eyes opened up and watched the reflection of Morgan's hands roaming around her body and teasing it. I am going to… No!
Arturia could only watch helplessly as Morgan forced her to orgasm. She screamed in her mind in pleasure and basked in the afterglow of the orgasm. Arturia shuddered. Despite knowing what had happened had been wrong, Arturia couldn't help but yearn for the feeling again even if she knew that there was a possibility of addiction.
"It gets even better." Morgan whispered into Arturia's ear in an alluring tone. "I will only let you cum again if you call me, Master, and beg for it."
Arturia hesitated. Her recent experience had greatly weakened her resolve. No! She roared in her mind as her resolve hardened with a burst of new energy.
A sadistic grin grew on Morgan's face. Suddenly, Arturia felt a chill down her spine. For some reason, Arturia got the same feeling that the unknown tormentor had evoked from Morgan. Arturia's suspicions were soon confirmed when screams of pleasure and begging erupted not long after Morgan got to work.
- O -
Arturia looked up at the mirror. The woman staring back couldn't be her. She would never possess the look of ecstasy while being shameless naked as if it was something to be proud of. Yet, she couldn't deny the evidence before her when she could see her own reflection.
She let out a moan as her breasts were fondled with.
The other woman in the reflection brought up mixed feelings within Arturia. Here she was having her body toyed by someone that caused some much death and misery in her life but at the same time showed her a world that she had never known before. A world of pleasure that she would not have learned about if it wasn't for…
WHY?! Arturia shouted in her mind while letting out a frustrated scream at having another explosion of euphoria ruined.
A smiling Morgan le Fey looked into the mirror, and her reflection almost seemed to be staring back at Arturia in a taunting manner. Her hands ghosting over Arturia's clit and pussy, barely enough to cause any stimulation and soaking her fingers in Arturia's juice.
A furious Arturia groaned helplessly as she closed her eyes. It was just another example of the torment that she had suffered for a long time. She had even started to think that the hellish torture earlier where Morgan demanded absolute loyalty then she was suffering right now. At least pain was something she was very familiar with from her time on the battlefield. The constant ruined orgasms and edging was something Arturia could never have prepared for and was starting to drive her mad.
The devastating look worn by Arturia's reflection disappeared as she started to moan and groan despite her best attempt to suppress the growing pleasure by Morgan's stimulation. Arturia's closed eyes would open once a while as if wanting to see what Morgan was doing before slamming her eyes shut in horror at the notion, she was looking forward to what her older half-sister was doing.
"What are you?" Morgan asked in an alluring tone as her hands teased Arturia's nipple and clitoris, providing just enough stimulation to keep Arturia on the edge but not enough to let Arturia to cum.
A slave. Arturia almost blurted out with her mouth but she was able to suppress the urge. Yet that single word echoed in her mind as she tried to rub her body against Morgan's hands, but Morgan was skilled enough to deny what she wanted. Morgan merely chuckled at Arturia's attempts to get off.
Suddenly, Arturia felt another explosion was ready to go off, but this one was very different from the rest. It felt more powerful and pleasurable. Maybe it was because her will had been worn away, her breasts and pussy become oversensitive after all the ruined orgasms and edging, or a combination of both, but Arturia had the feeling that this time things were going to be very different. Determinantal for her if she didn't give in.
"What am I?" Morgan asked in a not so angry tone.
Sensing that something terrible might fall upon her, Arturia thought she had to change tactics, at least temporarily until whatever was causing her instincts to warn her passed.
"A master." Arturia moaned in frustration with the mixed feeling of humiliation and anticipation when she was so close from cumming.
"Who do you belong to?" Morgan inquired as she brought Arturia next to the edge of erupting.
"I belong to you, Master!" Arturia screamed eagerly for what was going to come, but not before feeling that she had lost something precious.
"Good girl." Morgan cooed before delivering the final push. "You may cum."
"Thank you, Master for letting me cum!" Arturia screamed in pleasure as she felt an eruption ripple through her body.
Arturia something fundamental about her had changed. Every cell in her body seemed to undergo some kind of shift while her Od started to pool at her stomach. The feeling washing over her felt good like someone would get after a good physical workout.
She looked up at the mirror to see what was causing her Od to pool at her stomach. What she found was a glowing tattoo forming there. Arturia didn't know what it was but her instincts told her that it wasn't as simple as a tattoo and was dangerous.
"You now belong to me, my Pokegirl. Mine in mind, body and soul." Morgan whispered in an alluring tone into Arturia's ear as she rubbed the new runes on Arturia's stomach.
Arturia was about to lash out in anger when something within her stirred. The words that she belonged to Morgan started to repeat in her mind. Jolts of pleasure and words extinguished her anger and Arturia's mind was soon overwhelmed by the ecstasy and thoughts.
"I-argh… Understand-argh! I…argh… belong… argh… to… you-argh!" Arturia moaned in pleasure, compelled to suddenly submit to Morgan.
"You're so smart! Good girl!" Morgan happily cooed as she rubbed Arturia's head and stomach affectionately. "You narrowly avoided the fate of being subjected to weeks of constant edging and ruined orgasm if you hadn't submitted just now." She said in a dangerous tone.
A cold shiver ran down Arturia's spine, just imagining the terrible fate that she had just avoided. The thought of suffering the constant edging and ruined orgasms struck fear into Arturia. She shook her head as Arturia dismissed the frightening possibility.
"It cost me quite the fortune and favors to get my hands on a specially modified Masterball to capture and transform you into a Pokegirl but after seeing the results, I am very happy and no longer regret my decision." Morgan giggled happily.
Arturia moaned as she didn't make sense of what Morgan was saying but felt waves of happiness and pleasure washing over her at Morgan's delighted mood.
"You can rest easy at least for today as I managed to capture you after great difficulty. I will not torment you anymore and give you time to recover. The last thing I need to completely shatter your psyche. That would lead to a great amount of time and resources being wasted putting you back together because I got impatient in wanting to remold you to my liking." Morgan continued on in a nonchalant tone. "You must be full of questions. Ask away and I will answer."
The Once and Future King of England burned with anger but she swallowed her rage for now as there didn't seem any use resisting right now. Something that had proved futile so far. Arturia opted to bide her time and gather information, especially when Morgan seemed so pleased that Morgan likely answered truthfully and without holding anything back if only to gloat at her.
"If you hadn't guessed already, I captured and transformed you into a slave." Morgan giggled. "You likely might not understand the next bit, given you only possess early medieval era knowledge, but you have been genetically modified into a species known as Pokeslave that are hardwired into submitting a human. That person just happens to be me."
"I don't know what you mean by 'genetically' but I can understand your claim to have altered me. I refuse to believe it!" Arturia glared at Morgan. "You are only able to control me because this," she pointed at the metal collar around her neck, "is restraining my powers and preventing me from escaping. If this wasn't on me then I would cut you down where you stand!"
"You are somewhat right…" Morgan admitted grudgingly. "That might be true up until the slave crest on your stomach appeared. After you submitted to me and bonded to me as your new master, any attempts to harm me or free yourself is futile."
"Poor excuses! If this slave collar wasn't around, I would strike you down!" Arturia growled.
"Try then!" Morgan smiled as she waved her hand. "I promise you there is no point in resisting anymore."
Arturia was surprised to find the slave collar around her neck disappear. She felt a rush of power return to her. Her Od or body no longer restrained in any manner. A smile grew on her face as Arturia summoned Excalibur and armor before charging at the taunting Morgan.
A foreboding feeling came to Arturia as she got closer to Morgan and her older half-sister's taunting smile grew. The sensation grew and peaked when Excalibur was mere millimeters from Morgan's exposed neck. All it took was a single slash to end Morgan's life, but Arturia for some reason felt as if attempting to cut Morgan's neck was akin to slashing her own.
The sensation suddenly became overwhelming when Excalibur drew blood. Arturia felt as if it wasn't Morgan's neck that was bleeding but her own. Her self-preservation instincts kicked in and Arturia watched in dismay as her body retreated from Morgan, the feeling that her life was in danger decreasing the moment her intent to harm Morgan faded away.
"See what I mean? Unless you have overcome your survival urges and decided to suicide can you hope to end my life!" Morgan laughed. "Now be a good girl and put away your gear."
Arturia blinked in surprise as her body responded instinctively. By the time she realized what had happened, Excalibur and her armor had disappeared, leaving her naked once more. A jolt of pleasure rippled through her body soon afterwards.
"Good girl," Morgan cooed as she walked up to Arturia and hugged the Servant. "You and I have a long and fruitful relationship before us."
Arturia bit her lips as she stopped herself from moaning. She was so shocked by the turn of events that she was left replaying what had happened in her mind while questioning herself.
"Do you have any more questions? If not, I have a lot of preparation to make for tomorrow."
Her thoughts were quickly buried for later as Arturia felt that if she didn't ask right now that it would be a long time before Morgan might be in the mood to answer her questions.
"How is the word, 'Pokegirl,' related to Pokeslave?" Arturia asked.
"Pokeslave is the name of the species you now belong to while Pokegirl is used for female Pokeslaves. Hence, you're a Pokegirl. The same logic applies to males Pokeslaves, they are Pokeboys."
"Masterball?"
"Let's use your sword as an example. Excalibur is one of the most powerful and well known swords in existence. The same logic applies to Masterballs. They are Pokeballs, but a type of pokeball that are the most effective and highly sought after pokeballs." Morgan explained and she continued on without Arturia's prompting. "Pokeballs are devices used to capture and transport pokeslaves. We are currently inside one. Well, you are, I am just a virtual reality avatar."
"Virtual reality?" Arturia blurted out in confusion.
Morgan was about to respond when she looked at Arturia distantly for a moment as if some idea had popped into her mind. "It seems we don't have any more time together." She said while releasing her hug of Arturia. "I have something to do so it is your sleeping time."
Before Arturia could ask what Morgan needed to do, Morgan's figure disappeared and Arturia suddenly felt sleepy. She tried to stay awake but drowsiness washed over her and her tired eyes refused to stay open no matter Arturia's resistance. All that she could do was let out a babble of noise as she attempted to call out for Morgan before the darkness took her.