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Please enjoy this fanfic, Pokegirl Arturia. A Fate x (Pokemon/Pokegirl AU) Crossover.
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PokeSlave Trainer
Chapter One "Pokeball"
I blinked in confusion as I found m yself in complete darkness. It was not only pitch black, but my other senses could detect anything else. Nothing seemed to be touching me, giving me the sensation that I was floating in the air.
I was terribly confused by what was going on. The last thing I remembered was being forced by my last Master, Kiritsugu Emiya, to destroy the Holy Grail that I had fought so hard for. I could not make sense of how I ended up in my current situation. If I was summoned again as a Servant I should be able to locate my new Master and have knowledge relevant for me to adept to the era I was summoned into uploaded into my mind
"Good morning, sister!" A familiar voice spoke in a friendly voice. "I never thought I would get to see you again."
I lifted my head and stared at the figure that stepped out from the shadow. For a moment, I thought that my eyes were not working properly.
"How are you alive?!" I demanded.
"I reincarnated of course." Morgan replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "As to how you ended here, well I summoned you." She mused before smiling at me. "Welcome to your new home!"
"New home?" I 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!" I growled angrily. "No one can change my name without my consent."
I dashed to cut my sister with Excalibur but my body froze as if something was holding my limbs in place. It wasn't just my limbs straining against invisible restraints, which was not working. My Od that empowered my body beyond what it was capable of just with physical strength alone refused to answer my call.
Morgan laughed while watching my attempts 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 my neck, which I 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!" I shouted defiantly.
Out of nowhere, my mind was flooded with memories, it was me serving Morgan dutifully without needing any prompting by my older half-sister as to what to do. The memories of me lovingly taking care of all Morgan's needs, and in return I enjoyed the feeling of serving…
"How is it?" Morgan asked as the never-ending stream of fake memories of me serving Morgan temporarily came to a halt. "Do you accept your new fate?"
"I would rather die than serve you!" I sneered.
"Resistance shall be punished!"
I screamed as a searing jolt of pain arched across my body. My muscles convulsed and I thrashed around. It was like I was burning and freezing to death at the same time, despite how impossible it seemed. Next my entire body was cut and crushed. I soon experienced about every sort of pain imaginable. When the pain stopped, I was gasping for air. I shuddered, my eyes watering.
"Obedience shall be rewarded!"
A moan came out as I felt pleasure unlike anything I had experienced in the past. This was beyond anything and everything I had experienced in the past. I felt like I was in heaven. It took a moment for me to regain my 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 I had felt. I 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!" I shouted defiantly.
"You made the wrong decision."
The next moment was just filled with pain. Pain. Pain and Pain. It was so agonizing that I was able to withstand the pain only for a few moments before I felt my vision black out. I only regained my thoughts after the pain stopped. I huffed and heaved for breath. Each breath was a painful reminder of the agony of my torment.
"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."
I shivered and my body felt cold. The claim that half a second had passed seemed infeasible, but I remembered 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.
I quickly took into consideration that Morgan had been lying to me. 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 I wanted to come out sane and uninfluenced, I needed to remain ironclad. Unfaltering in my own decisions and never second questioning what I thought.
"You may find the benefits of cooperating extremely rewarding."
The next thing that happened was something that I would never have expected. I didn't even have time to register what was going on. The mother of all orgasms struck me. An orgasm so powerful that it paled to any pleasure that I had felt in my life. The pleasure that I had previously experienced under the influence of Morgan before couldn't be compared to what I had just felt. The 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.
I gasped for breath as I bathed in the afterglow of the mother of all orgasms. It was so good. I was willing to bet that I couldn't have achieved the same amount of pleasure with my own hands. A small corner of my mind whispered poisonous thoughts that cooperating with Morgan might be acceptable, if only to experience the mother of all orgasms again. That I would also be spared from the agonizing pain for not cooperating.
I furiously began to shake my head. I cursed myself for even considering cooperating with Morgan. There was no way that I was going to give up. To give in to Morgan's demand meant that I was giving up my status as a human being. That was something that I absolutely refused to relinquish. I was going to fight until the bitter end…
- O -
I heaved and gasped for air. My face was blush red and my entire body was glistening with sweat. Blood engorged breasts and vulva of mine beckoned like flashing light in the darkness. My rock-hard nipples and a clitoris begged to be pinched and played with. Love juice dripped down my legs.
The fake memories of me happily serving as Morgan's slave playing in my mind felt as if it had been going on for days. I wasn't sure if I had been in here a week or a month since the attempts to break my will had started. The darkness made tracking time difficult and when I tried to count as a way to measure the time, my counting was shattered by the pleasure and pain.
"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 my face. I shuddered as I remembered both the indescribable pleasure and pain. Dark thoughts constantly appeared in my mind and I continuously fought to suppress them. The poisonous memories of my ordeal made it difficult for me to not want to give up. The combination of pain and pleasure had weakened my resolve, and at times I wanted to give up resisting. My mind wandered as I imagined the mind-blowing pleasure that awaited if I submitted.
No! I cannot give up! I shouted in my mind even while my resolve flickered.
Suddenly, a series of memories replayed in my mind. I reexperienced it. I shivered as the painful and terrifying moments that I had wished stayed forever buried were brought to light. The notion of resisting disappeared. If I didn't want to go through those moments ago, I had to comply with my captor.
"Get in position! Feet shoulder's width apart. Cross your hands behind your back. Thrust your chest out." Morgan shouted.
I was incredibly shocked by what happened next. Without my conscious decision, I put my body into position as instructed. Pleasures rippled through my body as I obeyed Morgan.
"Good girl!" Morgan cooed as she walked up to me and patted my head. "This is a marvelous start to your life as a Pokegirl!"
The quietly moaning I basked in the pleasure of being patted and praised. My eyes widened in disbelief as I came to the harrowing realization that the incredible wrong thoughts and emotions were going through my head.
"What did you do to me, Morgan?! I followed your orders without any second thoughts!" I roared furiously.
"I order you to not move and speak only when ordered." Morgan replied in a nonchalant tone as if my predicament were none of her concern.
Rage burned in me as I received more commands. This time I didn't mindlessly obey. I attempted to speak and move my body. To my shock, I faced fierce resistance. My body refused to move. It was like I had become a statue. I summoned more willpower to command my body and just as it was about to move the slightest I was struck by pain. My body might have become a statue, but I mentally recoiled in pain and confusion.
"Bad girls are punished!" Morgan scolded me.
If I could move, I would have recoiled in fear and looked to escape Morgan. Sadly, I could do nothing, but stand still and endure. I mentally howled in pain as the shock of hearing my tormentor had caused me to try and move with renewed frenzy, which had only caused me more pain.
"What a good girl! You have taken another baby step into accepting your new status as a Pokegirl." Morgan cooed happily as she continued to pat my head like I was a dog.
The fury that was my 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 my anger going. My burning rage exploded and I nearly managed to make my body move when the pain struck me. If the pleasure had been a steady flow of water being burned at my burning rage, then the pain would be akin to a fire extinguisher.
Thus, started a vicious cycle where I was constantly washed by pleasure and bombarded with increasingly powerful pain in retaliation for my growing fury and resistance to move my body. Time started to lose meaning as I constantly struggled against the pleasure and pain. Sometimes it seemed like I was so close to regaining control over my 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 my head.
Come on! Nearly, there… I thought to myself as I felt control over my own body become stronger than ever before after countless setbacks and defeat. Just one more…
"Bad girls are punished for disobeying!"
Just as I was about to regain control over my 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. I could only scream in frustration as pain wrecked my body.
The burning rage of fury and conviction to resist was finally snuffled out as it became too much. I had resisted no matter how bad the situation had been, but the last soul-crushing loss provided that resistance was futile. I didn't know how much time had passed or how many attempts I had made. Yet, all of them had to fight the insurmountable odds of the pleasure caused by Morgan's cooing and obedience to her commands or the pain for disobeying was the final straw.
I gave up. It was too much.
My vision flickered as the pleasure hit me. I moaned and groaned. I had thought that I had experienced all the pleasure that the world had to offer at my tormentor's hands, but it seemed that I had been very wrong.
"Good. Very good." Morgan muttered happily. "How does it feel to submit to me, I? It must be really humiliating, but also really good to do so."
Anger bubbled inside me. I hated it. The feeling of unwanted pleasure. I would rather die than admit it! Yet… Just for one moment the thought of surrendering… NO! I screamed in my mind. How could I consider surrendering?! What just happened had been a… strategic retreat. Yes, that was right! A strategic retreat to buy me time to gather my energy…
Morgan summoned a full-sized mirror before me and ordered, "I want you to stare in the mirror and look at your body's reflection."
I became outraged at what Morgan did next. I 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 my body, only I facial expression changed to reflect my emotions.
A moan escaped my mouth despite my best efforts to stop it. How could I… argh!? My mind became a mess as anger quickly disappeared as my body betrayed me. 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… I bit my lips in an attempt to stop myself 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.
My eyes closed while I tried to ignore the pleasure and moaning as I thought of what to do to escape. At first, I was able to make some plans but that all came to a screeching halt when my mind started to become messed up by the pleasure. I couldn't help but enjoy Morgan's groping. What made the situation even worse was that my body was starting to crave her touch.
This is wrong, Morgan. Please stop! I shouted in my mind as my eyes opened up and watched the reflection of Morgan's hands roaming around my body and teasing it. I am going to… No!
I could only watch helplessly as Morgan forced me to orgasm. I screamed in my mind in pleasure and basked in the afterglow of the orgasm. My body shuddered. Despite knowing what had happened had been wrong, I couldn't help but yearn for the feeling again even if I knew that there was a possibility of addiction.
"It gets even better." Morgan whispered into my ear in an alluring tone. "I will only let you cum again if you call me, Master, and beg for it."
I hesitated. My recent experience had greatly weakened my resolve. No! I roared in my mind as my resolve hardened with a burst of new energy.
A sadistic grin grew on Morgan's face. Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine. For some reason, I got the same feeling that the unknown tormentor had evoked from Morgan. My suspicions were soon confirmed when I screamed in pleasure and begged not long after Morgan got to work.
- O -
I looked up at the mirror. The woman staring back couldn't be me. I would never possess the look of ecstasy while being shameless naked as if it was something to be proud of. Yet, I couldn't deny the evidence before me when I could see my own reflection.
I let out a moan as my breasts were fondled with.
The other woman in the reflection brought up mixed feelings within me. Here I was having my body toyed by someone that caused some much death and misery in my life but at the same time showed me a world that I had never known before. A world of pleasure that I would not have learned about if it wasn't for…
WHY?! I shouted in my 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 me in a taunting manner. Her hands ghosting over my clit and pussy, barely enough to cause any stimulation and soaking her fingers in my juice.
A furious I groaned helplessly as I closed my eyes. It was just another example of the torment that I had suffered for a long time. I had even started to think that the hellish torture earlier where Morgan demanded absolute loyalty then was as bad as I was suffering right now. At least pain was something I was very familiar with from my time on the battlefield. The constant ruined orgasms and edging was something I could never have prepared for and was starting to drive me mad.
The devastating look worn by my reflection disappeared as I started to moan and groan despite my best attempt to suppress the growing pleasure by Morgan's stimulation. My closed eyes would open once a while as if wanting to see what Morgan was doing before slamming my eyes shut in horror at the notion, I was looking forward to what my older half-sister was doing.
"What are you?" Morgan asked in an alluring tone as her hands teased my nipple and clitoris, providing just enough stimulation to keep me on the edge but not enough to let me to cum.
A slave. I almost blurted out with my mouth but I was able to suppress the urge. Yet that single word echoed in my mind as I tried to rub my body against Morgan's hands, but Morgan was skilled enough to deny what I wanted. Morgan merely chuckled at my attempts to get off.
Suddenly, I 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 my will had been worn away, my breasts and pussy become oversensitive after all the ruined orgasms and edging, or a combination of both, but I had the feeling that this time things were going to be very different. Determinantal for me if I didn't give in.
"What am I?" Morgan asked in a not so angry tone.
Sensing that something terrible might fall upon me, I thought I had to change tactics, at least temporarily until whatever was causing my instincts to warn me passed.
"A master." I moaned in frustration with the mixed feeling of humiliation and anticipation when I was so close from cumming.
"Who do you belong to?" Morgan inquired as she brought me next to the edge of erupting.
"I belong to you, Master!" I screamed eagerly for what was going to come, but not before feeling that I had lost something precious.
"Good girl." Morgan cooed before delivering the final push. "You may cum."
"Thank you, Master for letting me cum!" I screamed in pleasure as I felt an eruption ripple through my body.
I something fundamental about me had changed. Every cell in my body seemed to undergo some kind of shift while my Od started to pool at my stomach. The feeling washing over my felt good like someone would get after a good physical workout.
I looked up at the mirror to see what was causing my Od to pool at my stomach. What I found was a glowing tattoo forming there. I didn't know what it was but my instincts told me 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 my ear as she rubbed the new runes on my stomach.
Morgan
"You now belong to me, my Pokegirl. Mine in mind, body and soul." I whispered in an alluring tone into Arturia's ear as I rubbed the new runes on my slave's stomach.
Arturia Pendragon now belonged to me in the eyes of the law! She was no longer a temporary property of mine that could be confiscated for a myraid of reasons that the authorities could make up. I had laid claim to Arturia that was now marked not just her body, but engraved on her mind and soul. If anyone tried to take Arturia from me then I would have the law on my side to get the aid of the police and the courts of my side.
The fledging connection that made Arturia my familiar, or more commonly known as Pokeslaves in this world I had reincarnated and lived in for three decades, allowed me to peek into her emotions. What I could sense was just the surface of her thought. Still it was enough for me to detect Arturia's fury, and she wanted to refute.
I didn't even need to do anything when the genes that made Arturia and her kin, Pokeslaves, to be naturally submissive to their owners who they had bounded with. My eyes glanced at Arturia's furious expression that softened. Her expression changed to bliss as she no doubt had her newfound submissive genes kick into effect after bonding to me.
It made have been unwise of me to test the growing bond, but I was too curious. I used force to peer into Arturia's mind.
I could sense jolts of pleasure and words extinguished Arturia's anger and her mind futilely resisting the ecstasy and thoughts that Arturia belonged to me started to repeat in her mind. It didn't take too long before Arturia's weakened and exhausted will faltered.
"I-argh… Understand-argh! I…argh… belong… argh… to… you-argh!" Arturia moaned in pleasure.
"You're so smart! Good girl!" I happily cooed as I 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."
My lips curled upwards when I felt Arturia shiver in my arms. The dread she felt while seriously considering the possible suffering the constant edging and ruined orgasms struck fear into Arturia. She shuddered while shaking her head, quickly dismissing the frightening possibility that could have become a reality if Arturia had stubbornly resisted.
I laughed while reaching for my slave's breasts.
The response I got made my pussy moist. Arturia might have reacted the same for the past few hours already, but it still excited me to no end. King Arthur, the leader of Camelot and the legendary Knights of the Round Table, had been captured by my hand and I was tormenting her to my heart's desire!
Yet, I had to remember that Arturia wasn't mine. She might have been beaten now, but I had failed to inflict a mortal wound that had killed her will to resist. Arturia could still break free as the pokeball was a handcuff severely restricting her ability to retaliate against me. The slave crest that had formed was shackle preventing Arturia from escaping or delivering the metaphorical kick at me.
Arturia turned into a trumpet as I played with Arturia's breasts and her moans varied in pitch and loudness. It was so amusing and excited that I only stopped playing when Arturia stopped moaning and she turned around with a shocked look. Her expression screamed, "Did you just cum on me?"
"What's wrong with having an orgasm? You're my sex toy after all. So it is only right I use you relief my sexual desires." I proclaimed proudly as my fingers let go Arturia's breasts and I slowly brushed my hands towards her groin. "Its time to move to the main course."
I felt Arturia tensed up in my arms but she shuddered and let out a muffled moan as I detected the waves of happiness and pleasure washing over her mind thanks to the slave crest embedded in the Pokeslave genes that acted to suppress a Pokeslave's will to resist and mold them into what their master desired.
What happened next surprised me. Arturia with a burst of renewed resistance pushed my arms away from her body. She didn't do anything beyond that. Instead, her expression constantly shifted between discomfort and anger.
"I knew you still had it in you. How could King Arthur be so easily crushed into submissiveness!" I laughed while clapping. "It makes all the joy of breaking you so much greater."
Arturia eyes glowed with fury. She radiated bloodlust that would have frightened the average person. It instead made me chuckle louder as Arturia's fury altered between pain and hesitation. I spotted moments where she looked like she was in heaven, but those moments were rare as if Arturia didn't want to show them.
Too bad, I was able to peer into Arturia's surface thoughts and emotions due to my budding bond as her Tamer. Pain and stern warnings chirped away her anger. Pleasure and delightful promises was just added fuel that weakened her resolve to perform any manner of bodily harm at me.
"It cost me quite the fortune and favors to get my hands on a specially modified Pokeball to capture and transform you into a Pokegirl but after seeing the results, I am very happy and no longer regret my decision." I giggled happily while continuing to observe Arturia's expression and peek into her surface thoughts.
I thanked that my skills as a seasoned politician and upbringing as a potential queen to inherit a throne that Arturia had stolen from me. If it wasn't for that then I bet that wouldn't have been able to hide regrets at the money and favors I had to burn to get my hands on an illegal modification of a "Ultraball" rated Pokeball. It had been an investment that pained me as I had put in four years' worth of efforts in a uncertain future.
The furious Arturia adopted a neutral expression. I wasn't too surprised by the new development. If anything, Arturia swallowing her anger was something I would do if I had been in her shoes. Nothing would come from provoking me as I would gleeful respond with swift and hard hitting punishment.
"If you hadn't guessed already, I captured and transformed you into a slave." I giggled while thinking about Arturia's misfortune I had already inflicted.
I mentally laughed at Arturia's confused expression that screamed she wanted to know more about what I had said. Never would I explain to her the concept of genetics that I had known like many mages centuries before regular humans discovered DNA and the study of the human genome. It would leave her in the dark and I would enjoy watching her ignorance feeding into despair of not knowing what exactly had been done to her by the illegal Loveball.
The mysterious figure or group known as Subeke deserved my recognition. They were a genius unrivalled centuries later after their mysterious disappearance. No one understood or had been anyway close to replicating the feats of creating Pokeslaves or possibly undoing the effects that the Pokeslave genes enslaving Pokeslaves to humanity that Subeke had achieved.
If I had wanted to replicate what Subeke had done with their mastery of genetics and the mind, it would pale in comparison. I would an ignorant child compared to the unrivaled genius Subeke had been. My works would have insignificant comparisons and relied mostly on brute-force that often likely result in failure or undesirable outcomes. One such example how I was nothing next to Subeke's ability was the rebellious Mordred that had greatly resisted my plans and failed to carry out results that I had wanted spoke.
Subeke would have easily been able to create an obedient Mordred that would have torn Arturia from her throne without shattering the kingdom that I would have wanted to snatch from my younger half-sister.
"I don't know what you had done to me," Arturia glared at me, "but 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!"
I laughed while covering my mouth, trying to hide the uncomfortable truth Arturia's words had. The Pokeball was able to contain Arturia thanks to the slave collar around her neck that acted as a physical conduit for the Pokeball to influence Arturia. The slave collar had been the only thing stopping Arturia from escaping the pokeball, but that was an irrelevant fact now that the slave crest had manifested and activated the pokeslave genes designed to influence its gene-carrier until Arturia accepted a Tamer, which was me, as her master.
"Even without the slave collar, I would have been able to control you." I bluffed.
"Poor excuses! If this slave collar wasn't around, I would strike you down!" Arturia growled murderously.
"Try then!" I smiled while I waved my hand dismissively. "I promise you there is no point in resisting anymore."
The surprised look Arturia had when her slave collar disappeared was so adorable that I wanted to take a picture of it. An excited and invigorated expression formed as the restraint blocking Arturia's control over her Od broke and power returned to her. She summoned Excalibur and armor before charging at me.
I was not at all fazed by Arturia's actions while wearing a taunting smile and didn't so much at flinch when Excalibur stopped millimeters from my neck, close enough that I could feel the bladed edge press against my skin. My confidence that my life was not in danger didn't come from the slave collar adorned Arturia's neck and the glowing slave crest above her pussy that hindered any of Arturia's attempt to harm me and enforce obedience.
The reason why I didn't fear for my life was simple. Everything that Arturia and I perceived wasn't real. It was an illusion, but not one created through the magecraft that I was familiar with and excelled at using. No, everything around me was electronic data represented in realistic manner. Whatever happened to me here didn't affect me physically. Any pain or injury inflicted upon me would not register on my mind while enjoying the luxury of feeling everything else through my five senses.
The virtual reality created by the Pokeball and Pokedex was so flawless that if I hadn't known about it then I would have mistaken it for reality. I smiled thinking about the capabilities Pokeball's and Pokdex's capabilities to tame my Arturia.
I turned my attention back to Arturia. There was no need for me to peer into Arturia's surface thoughts. Her frustration was something that I could detect just looking at her eyes and facial expression.
The slave collar's and crest's attempts influence my sister into obedience perked my interest that I peered into Arturia's surface thoughts. I was greeted by the expected frustration at her inability to attack me. What surprised me was how Arturia felt trying to cut my throat felt like she was trying to the same to her neck.
Her self-preservation instincts kicked in and she watched in dismay as her body retreated from me. The feeling of death faded away the moment her intent to inflict bodily harm on me and the more distance she put between herself and my body.
"See what I mean? Unless you have overcome your survival urges and decided to suicide can you hope to end my life!" I laughed at the results of my slave's futile efforts to harm me. "Now be a good girl and put away your gear."
Arturia blinked in surprise as her body complied. By the time she realized what had happened, Excalibur and her armor had disappeared, leaving Arturia naked once more.
"Good girl," I cooed while walking up to and hugged Arturia. My smile grew as she shuddered and I heard her muffled groan from the pleasure of obeying. "You and I have a long and fruitful relationship before us."
It was exciting to hear Arturia's efforts to bite her lips and suppress the moans escaping her mouth. She should be so shocked by the turn of events that I imagined that it should be replaying in her mind while she questioned herself to what was going on.
I was so tempted to explain that the slave collar working as a conduit for the Pokeball's Taming Cycle and the slave crest the manifestation of a Pokeslave genes was the parties responsible. And I also wanted to lecture her what a Pokeslave and Pokeball were.
Alas, a ping in my mind alerted me that something in the real world required my attention.
I let go my slave and smiled. "It seems we don't have any more time together. I have something to do so it is your sleeping time."
Before Arturia open her mouth, her expression turned drowsiness. She tried to stay awake but it was ultimately futile as her tired eyes refused to stay open despite her resistance. Arturia fell onto the ground and started to snore.
"What needs my attention?" I asked myself as I mentally commanded the Pokedex controlling Arturia's Pokeball to sever the connection between my mind and the virtual reality.