Much as Bastion enjoyed the fun he and his pokegirls had so often, he recognized that as a tamer, it was also his job to actually train them.

While he was infinitely less knowledgeable on this than he was on sex, he did have his basic studies and far, far more importantly the pokedex to point him in the right direction.

After some stumbling about blindly for a bit, and first making some progression through the region to avoid them getting bogged down, they finally got properly underway.

Bastion pushed on through Viridian city and into the forest between it and Pewter. Once there, and once in a clearing Bastion had found, he let out his pokegirls and the whole group set to some training or another.

For Chiara and Amia this training was elemental in nature, the former being instructed to let her tail flame flare up and down while she focused on the power it produced so she could learn how to control and release it, the latter sitting down to meditate in her natural plant environment, extending her plant sense to the area around the group and harnessing her elemental energy. Aiko had no convenient way to train her elemental core, so Bastion had her instead focus on just direct physicality, working out with him and Clara.

The bunnygirl didn't especially like the idea of being a battler, and he wouldn't force her to be one, but she still needed to stay in shape just in case something bad happened. If a powerful feral attacked, they'd need all the help they could get.

The other two bunnygirls though, they both seemed intent on being sex battlers, and so their training was heavily sexual in nature; aggressively edging each other for as long as they could mutually muster.

As Bastion and his 'girls focused on training, his mind wandered once again to old memories of fun he had had in the past to keep his mind occupied…


His old school mates may have been his main source of pleasure, but they were by no means the only source he had.

As Bastion was on his way home one day, his almost sixth sense for sex took hold and lead him away from his normal path. He followed it down one of the alleyways, where he found what had incited his senses.

Sitting on the ground with her back to the wall of a building was a Bimbo, the blonde, busty, innately slutty pokegirl having evidently been unable to find a mate. Her skirt had been pushed down, caught around one of her ankle and leaving her functionally naked from the waist down save for her shoes as she rubbed her pussy raw with need.

Her other hand had practically ripped her top open, leaving her plump double Ds in full view as she groped herself. Bastion's stiffness nearly tore a whole in his pants as he approached her, asking if she needed any help.

He barely got a third of the way through the question before the Bimbo had taken out his member and begun stroking his member between her breasts, tongue flicking at his tip to make sure he was at full stiffness.

Bastion moaned out happily, praising her skill as she pleasured him. She seemed thrown off by this, evidently unused to being spoken to at all during sex, let alone complimented. She didn't let it slow her though.

The moment she was certain his solid member was at full mast, she moved herself to face the wall, wiggling her hips in his direction. Bastion happily joined her, taking hold of her hips as he rammed into her aggressively.

He could tell there was no point being gentle here, this Bimbo needing pleasure as roughly as he could manage. He had no idea how such a beautiful pokegirl had been allowed to go so long without taming, but he now planned to stop by every day he could after school.

And he did. For every day for nearly a year he met up with the Bimbo, talking more and more as they rutted like pups in the back alleys. He'd learned her name was Shelby, he'd learned how she had been an artist back when she was a human, but when she had gone through threshold, her parents had thrown her out; evidently disappointed with her being a Bimbo.

Evidently neither the mother or father had anything remotely resembling Bimbo in their bloodline, meaning that her conception had not been the most wholesome. She'd tried to make due, but few people took notice of Bimbos.

The longer she'd gone alone, the more time she'd needed to curb her sexual desires in order to remain sane, and the less time she'd had for trying to keep her artistic dreams alive.

Bastion's meeting her though, had seemingly started to help. Though neither of them ever mentioned it, towards the latter half of their relationship, murals had started to be painted across the walls of the back alleys where they met.

The more he'd gotten to know Shelby, the more intent he was on making her his first pokegirl one day.

Had she not vanished one day, likely captured by some tamer who was passing through, he might well have done so.

He wasn't sure where she had ended up, but he hoped she was being taken care of.


Bastion returned from his recollections some time later.

The group was tired from the training, and Bstion could tell just from the sun that they'd been at for quite awhile.

He called his 'girls in for a break, to which even the sex battle training bunnygirls were relieved. All needed a short break before they could relax with taming, but that was just a natural drawback of physical training they supposed.

Unfortunately, even when their stamina had returned to them, their relaxation was interrupted by Amia alerting them of something from deeper in the forest incoming towards them.

"No.. not just something, there's a lot of them." She realized, "A swarm is headed this way!"