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"

Morgan le Fay

"That was close," I said in relief as I had prevented a great disaster after the pokeball snapped shut and landed on the floor.

I picked up the pokeball and carefully inspected it for any unusual signs. The pokeball was one of many prototypes for what numerous Pokeball designers and producers were calling a Masterball. Supposedly, such pokeballs should be able to handle any Pokemon and Pokeslave above Level 70 without a problem, but it seemed like the pokeball wasn't living up to the hype given that it was barely able to suppress Arturia's powers and keep her trapped inside.

"If my sister were to ever learn that her pokeball is barely able to contain her then…"

My body became cold and I shivered thinking about fighting a furious Arturia at full power. Defeating my sister in such a state would have been a difficult task thanks to her high level of magic resistance and absurd reserves of magical energy coming from her draconic heart. If I was to fight her in head on battle without much preparation then the victor was unknown. A level of uncertainty that rattled me, and one that I wanted to avoid if possible.

My inspection lasted a while but I was relieved that there were no signs that the pokeball was being damaged or malfunctioning while containing Arturia.

I placed Arturia's pokeball into one of my spatial pouches on my belt and took out my Pokedex. As I activated the pokedex and entered Arturia's profile, I couldn't help but stare at the words, "Suspended Animation." The normal setting for pokeballs was for them to place the pokemon/pokeslave through a Taming Cycle, but that would rob me of the chance of getting revenge on my sister for her part in preventing all my plans in reclaiming the British throne that had rightfully belonged to me.

As I looked down at my sister's profile, I couldn't help but be impressed even if I had seen it a couple of times.

Name: Art
Level: 18 (70)
Breed: None
Class: Fighter Lvl 2 (7), Knight Lvl 2 (7)
Type: Fighting and Dragon
HP: 55 (190)
OP (Od Points): 80 (220)
Strength: 70 (138)
Magic Power: 70 (115)
Agility: 60 (99)
Physical Defense: 45 (85)
Magic Resistance: 50 (125)
Skills: Reinforcement Lvl 2 (7), Swordsmanship Lvl 2 (7), Unarmed Combat Lvl 2 (7),
Moves: Counter, Dragon Dance, Dragon Hammer, Mana Burst

If anyone else saw what I was looking at then Arturia would no doubt be an extremely popular Pokeslave I was ever to put her up for sale. The time and resources to nurture a Level 70 Pokegirl from birth or Thresholding was astonishing and if it was the case of a former feral Level 70 Pokeslave then it an incredible find that rarely happened as a Pokegirl of such power would normally by leading a large group of wild Pokeslaves/Pokemons.

Yet, there was something I would never do unless my life was on the line. Reason number one was that she was my half sister. I might want to take revenge for all the times that Arturia may have thwarted my plans but she was the last one person to have any blood ties to me in this world. So I valued her second only after my own life.

Disregarding my emotional reasons about never surrendering my ownership of Arturia, were the financial gains I made off her. My sister simply was a money-making machine.

The first and most obvious method was to use her as a Magical Energy generator. Thanks to her Magic Core, few creatures even at the same level (Level 70) and above could produce the same amount of magical energy. A regular human magic user would equate to a machine while Arturia's magic core was a factory, and under the right conditions I could push Arturia to become akin to a nuclear reactor for the generation of Magical Energy.

Another way, if you knew what to look for, was to collect data and sell it. Information on just about anything regarding Pokeslaves and Pokemon above the legendary stage (Level 70+) given how such high level and powerful Pokeslaves and Pokemon were, if feral were normally the leaders of city-states, treated akin to tactical and strategic weapons that could change the tide of a battle or war. Any data would be treated like gold.

Although, I was less inclined to resort to selling data regarding Arturia. She was my pet that I used. I would have to be stupid to be selling information about how to defeat, and potentially kill my pet.

I quickly shook my head in dismay at my distracted mind.

My mind quickly returned to examining Arturia's profile. Looking from an objective perspective, Arturia lacked a large repertoire of Moves, but that could be forgiven as, if her words to be believed, had just left Earth not too long ago and become a Pokegirl thanks to my work. A problem that I was urgently going to fix.

"Let's see what TMs I should buy." I laughed ominously as I looked at my Pokedex's recommendations for Arturia's training regime and I continued my browsing of the PokeMart.

- O -

Arturia Pendragon

My eyes snapped open and I quickly checked my surroundings. I let out a frustrated sigh at where I was. Once again, I found myself floating in the familiar darkness. I cursed at losing the opportunity of finding information that had the potential to me escaping Morgan.

Like my past experiences when I woke up, I found Morgan appearing not too long after.

"Art, your roster of Moves are rather limited for someone of your Level and Stats. We need to address that issue. Let's try using these TMs I brought to fix that problem." Morgan spoke up without so much as saying why she had suddenly made me return to the pokeball trapping me.

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.

"Let's try out the new Moves you learned," said Morgan as she helped me up as my restraints disappeared. "Let's change our surroundings."

I was too surprised by my new surroundings. My boyfriend did mention that she wanted me to try out the new Moves I had learned from the TMs that she had used on me.

"Use Ember!" Morgan suddenly 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 shot a small ball of fire not much larger than my finger. The fire hit the dummy and caused minor burns before the fire died out.

A jolt of pleasure and happiness radiated through me. I was like a good girl who had obeyed my master. I had executed the technique as Master had ordered. I turned to Morgan and the smile on her face brought my 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.

"That was a good first of Ember." Morgan nodded in approval as the burnt dummy was replaced with an undamaged dummy. "Now using Water Gun."

Again, my body responded. This time a small mass of water hit the dummy. It lacked Ember's burning properties to inflict damage but Water Gun made up for it with mass and acceleration akin to .22 calibre round.

"Good! This time, Rock Throw."

A rock the size of a fist smashed into the dummy. It didn't just cause damage through kinetic energy the previous Water Gun but it also caused the rock to break apart and enter the dummy as if it was a bullet, fragmenting into many parts and causing internal damage inside.

"Excellent. Gust!"

Winds gathered around the dummy. The dummy shook violently as forces cut and pulled on the dummy. Cuts and the dummy's human-like shape contoured in ways that reflected broken bones accumulated until the winds lost strength and settled down.

"Exactly what I wanted! Art use Poison Sting."

A purple bolt hit and exploded onto the dummy. Purple liquid spread over the dummy while some of the liquid entered the dummy. Shades of purple spread over the dummy as it replicated the symptoms of the flesh being poisoned.

"This time use Thunder Shock."

Electricity generated from my body and shot out of my hand into the targeted dummy I was pointing at. The smell of ozone leaked from the dummy as electricity burned the inside of the dummy.

"That was devastating for a basic Move. Try using Ice Shard."

Several extremely sharp ice formed at my hand before it flew away at extreme speed towards the dummy. They hit the dummy and did not just affect the dummy like sharp objects or bullets that hit and fragmented into pieces to deal more damage. Each ice shard carried magic that caused the areas hit and the surrounding area to freeze.

"This time Leech Seed then Absorb!"

Seeds formed at my index finger and shot towards the dummy. Unlike the other projectiles that I had fired, the bullets did relatively little damage besides burying into the dummy. I saw bubbles form around the dummy and draw into my body. I felt reinvigorated. The dummy steadily suffered damages as bubbles constantly streamed out from it and into me.

"Last Move, Confusion."

An invisible stream of magical energy hit the dummy and as it was designed to replicate how the human body would respond to damage, started to show symptoms of a headache. What really happened was that it was a magic energy attack on the soul and mind instead of the body.

By the end after Morgan finished shouting her orders, my mind was a mess. My mind had been overwhelmed by the steady stream of pleasure and happiness at obeying my master that only thoughts I had was to carry out Morgan's commands. Drunk on the pleasure and happiness, I instinctively looked up at Morgan for more commands, subconsciously yearning for rewards.

"Art, look at me and tell me what you did." Morgan ordered.

"You told me to use Ember, Water Gun, Rock Throw, Gust, Poison Sting…" I recounted the techniques I had executed on the dummy in perfect order like a machine and by the time I finished the list was when my mind had returned to normal. "…on the dummy… Oh, my god!" I screamed as my face went red. "I… I…"

"There… there. No need to worry," said Morgan in a soothing tone as she walked up and embraced the distressed I. "This is a natural aspect of being a Pokegirl. With more training you will be able to maintain your independent thinking to make your own decisions on how to best use the Moves that your master tells you to use."

For a moment, I really wanted to thank Morgan 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 her in the first place!

"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 with me.

I recoiled in pain, and at the same time longing for pleasure, for what Morgan could bring from the pouch-like spatial bag attached to her waist. I was surprised by the appearance of what Morgan brought. For a moment, I was wondering if my sister was holding a real penis with testicles until she gave the orders to touch them. The true nature was soon revealed when I felt that the surface was too smooth like I was touching plastic or rubber to be living flesh.

"Wait to be surprised," said Morgan in a mysterious tone as she smiled.

Morgan placed the back of the life-like fake penis against her pubic bone. She took a deep breath as if mentally preparing herself for something to come. Her expression soon changed as if experiencing something very uncomforting or she was not used too.

I tilted my head in wonder at why Morgan pressed legs together. Her thighs squeezed together and suddenly screamed in pain as she clutched the fake testicles, collapsing onto the ground in agony.

My mind warned me not too, but I couldn't help it even if I knew Morgan would make me pay for my actions. I laughed at the miserable looking Morgan. It was a simple form of justice for what Morgan had done to me since I had become imprisoned in a pokeball. I wished Morgan even more pain when I…

Something smelled really good. I sniffed the air. I didn't know where it exactly came from but it had to be delicious if the smell was anything to go by. Sniffing the air, I followed where my nose pointed me towards and I closed my eyes to prevent myself from learning what could possibly be the source of the smell. I wanted to know about the taste of the drink or food before I learned of what was causing the scent.

The appearance of food can ruin the taste. I thought to myself as I remembered for example how some food like insects might look disgusting to eat, but actually tasted delicious when I tried.

I slowly walked around, my eyes closed and trusting my instincts to warn me if there was anything that might get in my way. When my nose finally located the source of the smell, I opened my mouth. My mouth felt something that was warm and cylindrical in shape. I probed around the object to discover the tip was spherical.

Something warned me that I shouldn't bite down. I didn't know why but I obeyed as my instincts rarely failed me. Instead, I licked around and sucked as I felt the cylinder-like object might just be a really big straw. I swear I heard someone moaning or laughing but those thoughts quickly disappeared as something landed on my tongue and my taste buds exploded flooded with flavors.

It's sooo good! I moaned as I continued to lick and suck away at the slick, sweet and salty fluid.

I quickly reached for part of the object that failed to enter my mouth. For some reason, I felt my mind warn me of something, but I ignored it. How could I waste my time on trivial thoughts when something smelled and tasted so delicious was before me?! My hands landed on something soft and warm but I knew it was something like a straw. I slid my hands over it and my predictions were soon proven correct when the amount of fluid and the richness of its taste became stronger like when someone sucked on a straw to draw liquid up.

"I can't hold it anymore!" Morgan moaned out and just beforeI could think about where the strange and suppressed noises could have come from the cylinder-like object in my mouth exploded with so much force that it was forced out of my mouth and my face was splashed with liquid.

No… I thought to myself as I felt a feeling that I had done something that I shouldn't have done rose inside me. I couldn't have…! My eyes opened and widened in horror as I saw Morgan's smirk and the object that I had been licking and sucking on. This cannot be real!? What have I done?!

"You cannot deny it," said Morgan with a victorious look. "The thing that smelled and tasted so nice is right in front of you." She taunted while shaking the fake penis before my eyes. "Take another taste of…"

I gagged as Morgan thrusted the fake penis into my mouth. Yes, Morgan had to be playing a trick on… Shit! I cursed but my thoughts became clouded as liquid from the fake penis landed on my lips and I was consumed by the need to lick and suck. I crawled before and opened my lips to...

"Yes! That's right! Lick and suck away!" Morgan loudly moaned as if the fake penis was actually real. "I'm going to… CUMMING!"

Fluids in large amounts exploded in my mouth until there was too much for me to take any longer. I was forced to push my head back and closed my mouth to prevent myself from taking any more fluid to avoid choking.

I gagged and wanted to throw up but… my mouth simply refused to listen to me. Despite my wishes, my tongue swirled around in my mouth to expose as much of my tongue's taste buds to savor the slick, sweet and salty taste. My nose also sniffed the air. My body clearly yearned for…

No! Snap out of it, Arturia Pendragon! I slapped my cheeks harshly until they were red. Morgan must have done something to…

"If you deny what happened was because I did something then you can forget about…" said Morgan as turned around and started to walk away. "Tasting this ever again in the future–"

"No, stop!" I screamed despite the internal turmoil happening inside me as I threw myself at Morgan's legs. "Don't go…" My teeths grinded as my instincts screamed that it wasn't a wise decision but… "I want it…"

"Good... Good… My little Art," Morgan cooed happily as she patted my head. "Here you go..."