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 Three "PokeMart"
"It was just all a very, very long nightmare." Arturia Pendragon muttered as her eyes fluttered open and sat up.
She reached to rub her eyes when her hands refused to move. Arturia's half-drowsy mind instantly snapped awake when she realized what was going on. Somehow, her hands were cuffed behind her back! A thorough few pulls revealed that no amount of strength was going to break the handcuffs.
"If only my powers were not restrained." Arturia sighed. "So… It wasn't a dream… Everything really happened. I was caught, tortured and trained by my half-sister or being forced to fight for her pleasure… Otherwise my powers wouldn't be restricted and my hands wouldn't be tied behind my back."
As Arturia tried to recall the very last thing she remembered, a sudden wave of lust hit her. Arturia bit her lips and balled her fists when her mind realized it. She was incredibly horny. Her best instincts screamed to deal with the lust immediately.
Subconsciously, she reached for her breasts and vagina. It took a few moments for her to remember that her hands were tied up and Arturia instinctively tried the best next thing. She rubbed her legs together, or at least tried too.
The former king looked down to see what was preventing her from rubbing her inner thighs together. She discovered ankle cuffs with a chain. Arturia brought her legs together to find that just millimeters before her inner thighs could touch each other that the chain solidified into a bar. The bar instantly returned into a chain when she moved her legs apart.
Arturia tried to break free of her restraints but nothing worked even while her sexual urges grew by the second until it became so strong that she was overwhelmed. She could only think about sex.
"God dammit!" Arturia cursed as she scowled at the blooming lust and her inability to do anything about it.
She was so horny and the past attempts to break free from the restraints had proved futile. Arturia's face went red at what she was considering doing but since no one was around then no one would ever learn about it. Just to make sure Arturia checked her surroundings before moving on.
One of the bed posts was a perfect target. Arturia walked up to it and pressed her groin against it when Morgan appeared out of nowhere.
"Do you need some assistance?" Morgan asked with a smile as she stared at the blushing Arturia and approached her restrained half-sister. "I am happy to help if you ask politely."
Arturia shivered as Morgan hugged her and Morgan's hands playfully ghosted over her breasts and vagina. She normally would have tried to resist but Arturia cared nothing about that at the moment. Her burning lust needed to be satisfied immediately!
She started to rub her groin and breasts against Morgan's hands.
"What a good girl." Morgan cooed as she reciprocated to Arturia's desire. "Accept that I am your Master and serve me faithfully. You will be rewarded handsomely in return."
Arturia just nodded her head as Morgan continued to whisper sweet words into her ears. This seemed to please Morgan, who touched Arturia more aggressively in return.
As Arturia felt an orgasm just around the corner, Morgan stopped touching and asked, "What are you?"
"You are my Master and I am your Pokegirl." Arturia blurted out subconsciously, not fully aware what was going on as she was lost in the haze of sexual pleasure.
"Good girl!" Morgan cooed happily before delivering the final push to Arturia's vagina and clitoris.
Arturia let out a scream as pleasure exploded from her core and outwards as she collapsed into Morgan's embrace. She gasped for air. Her face went red as Arturia realized she had been played once again and subconsciously submitted when she absolutely shouldn't have!
"Your expression is so priceless!" Morgan laughed. "We can talk without any interruption without your libido acting up. You performed so well against Brock's pokemon that as a reward I will answer several questions you may have."
"What did you do to me? You never explained in depth what the transformation would have on me." Arturia asked as she glared at Morgan.
"It's complicated and a secret~!" Morgan chirped mischievously. "All you need to know is that you have been turned into a slave, who needs to rely on me to maintain your sanity. If you don't cum once in a while at my hands then you will transform into a Feral Pokeslave with no intelligence."
Arturia didn't doubt her sister's claim. Her instincts, which had failed her only a handful times, screamed that Morgan was telling the truth no matter how much she wished it was false.
"Your libido is an indicator of how often you need to orgasm." Morgan continued. "Failure to do so in your case will result in losing your sanity within a matter of days. And yes, it has to be my hand."
Arturia did not doubt her sister's first two claims but the last one regarding that an orgasm caused by Morgan seemed like a lie if her instincts were anything to go by. Regardless of Morgan's lie, Arturia absolutely detested it but she would have to tolerate her new needs until she escaped and found a way to undo her transformation into a Pokegirl.
"You must be overexaggerating the claim I will lose my sanity if I don't have sex with you." Arturia remarked dryly.
"Oh, no I am not," said Morgan. "I will show you."
Information about the condition known as Feraldom that afflicted Pokeslaves when their libido was not relieved flowed into Arturia's mind. There were even memories of Morgan's personal experience encountering Feral Pokeboys and Pokegirls. Arturia saw acts that benefitted animals but the worst were the raping and murder of innocents that shocked Arturia the most.
"This is what will happen if you don't have orgasms at the hands of your master."
What Arturia had been told seemed so absurd that it was likely a lie but her instincts and Morgan's serious expression/tone pointed that it was likely the truth. She shook her head and decided to avoid the depression topic. There were several other questions Arturia had.
"What exactly did you do to me? I executed techniques that I have never trained in." Arturia asked as she remembered vividly during her battle against the PokeBattle against Brock's pokemon how several times she had lost control over her body when Morgan ordered her to perform Counter, Dragon Dance and Dragon Hammer.
Just as Arturia half-expected, Morgan just smiled in a mysterious manner. Morgan no doubt found it amusing that doing so would frustrate her. Her sister's goal of frustrating her might have succeeded if Arturia had some inkling of what had caused the newly ingrained fighting techniques she had never known into her mind.
"It was the Pokeball wasn't it," said Arturia and when she saw the slightest twitch of Morgan's brow was something that greatly pleased her. She couldn't help but taunt, "So it wasn't the result of your training."
Arturia smiled when Morgan's twitching brow became so obvious that anyone could notice. It soon became evident that Morgan was furious that the famous female sorceress in Arthurian legends gave up on hiding it and glared at Arturia.
"It seems I might have to make your current appearance a more permanent choice of attire for you," said Morgan with a sadistic smile. "I can only imagine how people would look at you if you moved around in public as the way you are currently dressed."
Laughter nearly erupted from Arturia's mouth when she suddenly remembered something. Color drained from Arturia's face as she stared down her body. How could she have forgotten that she was not only naked but restrained?! She looked up and stared at Morgan in disbelief. Her sister wouldn't dare to make her walk around in her current state, right?
"Of course, Morgan will do it!" A mini-devil Arturia shouted as it materialized on Arturia's left shoulder.
A mini-angel Arturia appeared on Arturia's right shoulder. "Morgan would never dare to do such a thing to her sister." She refuted strongly.
"This is Morgan le Fay we are talking about! The same woman that used magic to disrupt Arturia's mind and raped her for the sake of producing Mordred. She has both the motive and willpower to carry out such threats." The mini devil growled back in response.
The mini angel was quickly scared and unable to think up a response. Arturia could sympathize with the mini-angel's plight. She too had some reservation that Morgan would truly make her walk around in public in her current naked and restrained state. Her sister was certainly cruel and heartless but there was a certain limit that even Morgan le Fay didn't dare to cross. Otherwise, Morgan could have publicly revealed her true gender and easily destroyed her reign as King Arthur in the past without going through all the difficult schemes to conceive Mordred and aid in Mordred's Rebellion.
"Do you want to bet?" Morgan asked in a bewitching tone as if reading Arturia's mind.
The mini-angel and devil quickly disappeared as Arturia stared back at Morgan while trying to hide her fear the best that she could. "You wouldn't!" Morgan's smile grew. "You wouldn't, right?" The former king quickly added in a timid voice.
"Who knows?" Morgan retorted in a mysterious tone as she leaned in and fondled Arturia's body.
Morgan's threat quickly started to subside from Arturia's mind as Morgan played with her sister's body. It was not long after several minutes following Arturia's first orgasm that the threat had long disappeared from the former king's mind as Arturia was lost to the haze of pleasure.
"There must be more important things to do right? You must have made plans for today." Arturia spoke loudly, finally snapping out of her daze after the last orgasm.
"You're right," said Morgan as she withdrew her hands from Arturia's body and stood up. "Help me get cleaned up and dressed."
Arturia let out a mix of relieved sigh and whimper that reflected her conflicting emotions of happiness at Morgan no longer touching her, but paradoxically disappointment at her body was no longer fondled with.
No, what am I thinking! Arturia berated herself as she quickly stood up and chased after Morgan to attend to her half-sister as the last thing, she wanted was to give Morgan a justification to punish her.
The former king didn't really pay attention to her restraints disappearing into motes of light. She quickly chased after Morgan as her older sister walked into the bathroom to get washed up. Jolts of pleasure and happiness pulsed through Arturia as she helped Morgan shower, dry and dress up. Arturia was able to maintain a stoic expression at first but her face started to turn red and she bit her lips by the time Morgan was all dressed up.
"You will get used to it and even start to love it soon enough." Morgan laughed as she looked at Arturia's expressions. "Don't forget to summon your gear unless you want to walk around in public naked." She called out in amusement as Morgan left the room.
Arturia quickly summoned her armor and she scowled at the results. Just to make sure it wasn't a coincidence she tried dismissing and resummoning her armor multiple times. Each time her scowl grew fiercer until she felt her rage ready to explode.
How dare Morgan defile my armor! Arturia growled furiously at what seemed like permanent alterations to her armor despite Arturia's best efforts to rectify that issue. Although Morgan wasn't completely heartless… She recalled her fight against Brock's pokemon and the number of injuries that were prevented by some sort of invisible armor. No, what am I thinking!? The former king shook her head. Morgan still has to gall to me to dress in what is a bikini and call it armor!
"Art if you don't come out soon then I will have to punish you!" Morgan called out.
Arturia shuddered and quickly ran out in the direction of Morgan's voice. She ignored the jolts of pleasure and happiness washing over her and soon found Morgan waiting at the entrance of their accommodations.
"I am here." Arturia spoke up as she stopped at Morgan's side.
"Good and follow along." Morgan chirped as she opened the front door and walked outside.
Arturia followed Morgan and found herself in the middle of a crowd walking down the bustling street that was thriving with all manners of businesses. She didn't really pay attention to the market as she had seen such familiar sights many times. It was people that caught her eye.
There were two kinds of people. People like Morgan who was accompanied by someone that had a metal collar and tattoo somewhere on their body, which Arturia had a suspicion was like her slave collar and crest. Another thing that separated the two groups were their behavior and expressions: one group seeming to be the dominant one and the other the submissive. The most eye-catching difference was the choice of attire. Less skin was exposed by the dominant group while the submissive group wore in general more skin-exposing or nearly naked.
"I think you have figured it out but those that are collared, have the same kind of magic tattoo as you or both are Pokeslaves. Commonly known either as Pokeboys or Pokegirls depending on their gender. Why they are acting so submissively is something you have already experienced. The reason for their more exposing attire is something you will have to figure out." Morgan remarked as she smiled in a sly manner.
Morgan ran away as she giggled and Arturia quickly chased after her.
The chasing Arturia noticed that while humans made up a large number of the crowd but a minority group as most of the living creatures walking the streets were other non-humans. Common household pets, farm and wild animals made up the majority of the non-humans, but they all gave off a hint of magical aura in some manner to Arturia as if they were either hiding their magical nature or were powerful enough to be considered magical beasts. The next batch of magical beasts that were clearly much more evolved than their "normal" cousins.
Arturia's eyes paid careful attention to the smallest but most powerful group of non-humans. They consisted of mythical and legendary creatures that had long disappeared or were incredibly rare during the Arthurian era. Amongst the most known of these famous creatures being dragons that could be considered Arturia's kin thanks to draconic nature of her heart and Magic Circuits.
"Why are you paying so much attention to such weak pokemon? The 'mythical and legendary creatures' you are currently looking at are nothing compared to your true powers." Morgan asked.
Arturia quickly snapped out of her musing as she chased after Morgan. "Why do you even bother restraining my powers?" She couldn't help but ask despite knowing that it was highly unlikely that Morgan would reply, if only to take pleasure in leaving her in the dark.
"Oh, it's just part of my plans to train you." Morgan giggled. "Come along. There are a lot of things I need to buy before we set out."
The duo – Morgan leading the way and Arturia following – soon arrived at a large store that nearly took up an entire block of the street with the sign, "PokeMart." Arturia quickly rushed after the entering Morgan.
Arturia was greeted by a very bizarre sight. The most obvious thing was that the store was significantly larger than its outside appearance. She could go as far to say that the inside was several times bigger. The interior and layout seemed very similar to any other supermarket that Arturia had visited during the Fourth and Fifth Holy Grail Wars.
"Pokemon" and "Pokeslave" were emblazoned in two very large signs that divided the store.
At first, Arturia quickly concluded after scanning the available products on display for sale that the difference in pokemon and pokeslaves were their appearance. This notion was further reinforced from her personal experience against Brock's pokemon and what Arturia had seen on the streets not too long ago. Pokemon were non-humanoid while Pokeslaves were humanoid. That assumption was shattered when her scanning eyes noticed more than a few exceptions of products filled for humanoids in the pokemon and non-humanoids in the pokeslave section.
"What are you doing, Art? Come here!" Morgan called out while waving her hand some distance away from Arturia. "We shall first visit the medicine section."
Medicines soon filled Arturia's sight. She noticed several distinct groups of medicine: spray, injection, cream, capsule, powder and liquid. The medicines were further divided by their purpose.
"Sprays are the go-do for emergencies as they are the easiest to apply in a quick pinch. Injections are for when you need the effects of the medicine to kick into effect as soon as possible. Cream straddles in between a spray's quick use and an injection's fast-acting potency. Capsules, liquid consumables and powder give you the most value for your money." Morgan explained as she started to collect various medicines for purchase.
Arturia was not surprised that Morgan brought medicine to deal with injuries. What raised her brow were medicinal products labelled with "status removers." She could only hypothesize what status removers were and when Arturia reached for a status remover medicine she was quickly dragged away by Morgan to another section of the store.
In the food section, Arturia saw the familiar fresh and packaged food alongside food she had never known about. She investigated the food section with great curiosity as she learned about new food ingredients and the pre-made meals. Although once in a while Arturia felt a shiver run down her spine when she glanced over at Morgan who would often stare at her and certain food ingredients and pre-made meals.
"Why do some of these foods refer to the term 'Stat Improvers' for?" Arturia asked as she noticed several foods with the term but most prevalent amongst the nutrient supplements.
Morgan replied casually, "Oh you will learn about in the future."
The former king just sighed as her sister seemed to have a fascination with keeping things from her. She continued to investigate what Stat Improver could mean as Morgan continued browsing through food to buy.
It was nearly an hour later when Morgan called Arturia over before moving onto another section of the PokeMart. This time, Arturia entered an area that she was intimately familiar with. Equipment for fighting.
What baffled Arturia was the lack of 21st weapons like the gun. The closest thing Arturia could find to a gun was the repeating crossbow. She did find explosives that were more or less the same but things like modern guided weapons didn't exist unless you counted the expensive magical analogues that required magic to guide.
"Why are there no firearms, Morgan?" Arturia asked.
"That is Master to you, Art." Morgan sternly corrected but let Arturia's mistake pass as she was greatly intrigued by what Arturia was asking about. "I don't know what these 'firearms' you are referring to are. Please describe them to me." The former king quickly answered with what little about firearms she knew. "Oh, this is very interesting… how weapons and warfare changed after our time." She rubbed her chins as she stared at Arturia in fascination. "I don't know the exact reason but it likely has to do with the technological development of this world."
"You make it seem like this world isn't Earth."
"That's right," said Morgan as she nodded her head. "I thought you would have figured that out by now."
Arturia sighed. How could she be busy wondering about trivial matters like if she was on Earth or not? She had been more preoccupied with more pressing concerns such as trying to maintain her sanity from all the torture and… Arturia shivered with mixed feelings as to whether or not to consider the pleasure, be it sexual or otherwise, had been helping her keep the will to resist Morgan's attempt to subjugate her. There was also the fact that she was constantly trying to figure out an escape plan.
She turned to searching the equipment section as a way to distract herself from thinking about the depressing subject.
As Arturia searched, she found the most prevalent equipment were of European origins and design Arturia was most used to by followed Asian and African equipment that she had some knowledge of. Some of the gear she only knew with limited understanding from the Americas thanks to her brief connection to the Throne of Heroes before being summoned as Saber-class Servant in the Holy Grail Wars.
Arturia gasped in disbelief at the next group of gear she spotted.
"What is it?" Morgan asked as she stopped her own browsing of gear and walked over to Arturia. "Oh…" She smiled as she looked at what had caused Arturia's shocked state. "What you're looking at are Barrier Armors. The armor you're currently wearing is one such example."
Arturia's face blushed as she recalled the "armor" she had been wearing. She had completely forgotten about it as no one had made a fuss about what she wore. It was only after Morgan's reminder that Arturia remembered she was wearing a metal bikini, and only her limbs could be considered properly protected.
"You have experienced it yourself during the PokeBattle against Brock's pokemon." Morgan continued as she pointed to the very exposing clothing and armor that had shocked Arturia before. "A thin defensive magic barrier, invisible to the human eye, protects the user. How much protection a Barrier Armor provides depends on the craftsmanship, material and design, but the barrier is strongest covering the head, neck and torso."
The former king listened with great curiosity and her hands brushed over her exposed skin. It was difficult to notice but Arturia felt as if a bit more slippery than usual. Yet, despite no noticeable armor covering her exposed skin Arturia's instincts told her that she had protection rivaling ordinary iron plate armor.
"Is what I consider proper armor outdated? The people I saw wearing it were a minority compared to Barrier Armor. What I see on display for sale before me further reinforces that conclusion of mine." Arturia asked.
"What you consider as 'proper armor' is commonly thought as traditional armor in this world. Traditional armor has one major disadvantage over Barrier Armor: it can only protect the body part it is covering. So, a chest plate of traditional armor defending the upper torso can do that to protect the upper torso and provide no other protection to where it doesn't cover. Barrier Armor doesn't have such a problem. A barrier armor taking the form of boots for example will not just safeguards the feet but also provide omni-directional protection to the torso, neck and head." Morgan explained.
"Interesting but that doesn't explain why a general trend of Barrier Armor is so exposing." Arturia retorted.
"You will have to figure that out for yourself." Morgan said with a mysterious smile as she started to make her way to another section of the PokeMart. "Come on. I didn't find anything worth buying in this section. I hope the other section has something I want."
For a moment, Arturia had the instinctive urge to refuse Morgan's command. Another new urge, one that filled Arturia with disgust, was a newly growing habit of obeying Morgan. Her internal struggle rose to another level as pleasure and pain jolted through her body while her mind was bombarded by thoughts and images of heeding Morgan's orders. It was not long until Arturia caved in as she had done so many times already.
She quickly followed after Morgan. Arturia tried her best to suppress the moans and twitching of her body because of the pleasure and happiness washing over her. Her experience so far had taught her that any signs of showing Morgan succeeding in her task to enslave her only emboldened her older half-sister.
Arturia was greeted with the sight of two visible signs: "Pokeball" and "TM." Arturia's eyes gleamed as she finally had the opportunity to learn more about pokeballs as one was a large reason why she had been captured and unable to escape Morgan. The TM also attracted her eyes as Arturia had the suspicion it had something to do with the unknown techniques that she had executed during the PokeBattle against Brock's pokemons upon Morgan's commands.
"Art return!" Morgan shouted suddenly as she pointed Arturia's pokeball at the former king.
Arturia could only watch in surprise when the red light hit her. She only watched helplessly as she shrank and turned into a red light just when she thought she had an opportunity to find information which might help her escape.
The pokeball closed shut after the red light entered it.
"That was close. All my work in enslaving my sister might have been ruined due to my momentary carelessness." Morgan sighed in relief as if she had prevented a great disaster. "The pokeball and Arturia's new biology were barely holding on from suppressing her powers and conditioning my sister. If she had been able to learn more about pokeballs and TMs, Arturia might have been inspired to resist in an overwhelming burst of power that would have likely broken free."
Morgan shivered thinking about fighting a furious Arturia at full power. Defeating her sister in such a state would have been a difficult task thanks to Arturia's high level magic resistance and absurd reserves of magical energy coming from the former king's draconic heart. Thankfully, she had been able to prevent a potential catastrophe.
"Let's see what TMs I should buy to further aid in my training of Arturia." She laughed ominously as she continued her browsing.