WARNING

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT INAPPROPRIATE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18

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It was louder than when the Sinnoh harem had defeated Cynthia. Dozens of voices all cheering for Sabrina as Nicholas led her into the hall and before she could do much more than gasp he was snagging a microphone from Dahlia and shouting into it, his voice echoing over the noise. "Here she is, girls! Let me hear you welcome Sabrina, your Mistress, your QUEEN! QUEEN BELLELBA, THE RULER OF THE LAND OF ENCHANTMENT!"

Nicholas lifted his arm from around Sabrina's shoulders and let her be whisked into the crowd, grinning as he watched his fiancé excitedly spinning from pokegirl to pokegirl. After a few moments he tapped his ear. "Kalmiya?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Karen's where I told her to be, I hope."

"I would assume so, Master."

"Good. While she's waiting I want the two of you to find every single early review of the movie praising Sabrina." He chuckled. "That big screen over on the wall? Think you can chop together a silent montage of her scenes and have those reviews put over the top?"

"Consider it done, Master."

It didn't take long before Kalmiya was streaming video onto the presentation screen and Sabrina looked up from her celebration to see her character perched on a throne as the camera slowly panned in. "What is…" she trailed off when the words began to appear. "After Pokestar's long glut of formulaic super-sentai movies – and the agonizing repetition of their endless sequels – is it possible to have yet another expensive excursion into this genre that seems in any way fresh, original, and alive?" Her mouth drifted open as she watched her character lift her head to the camera in what she recognized as her introduction scene of the movie. "The answer, surprisingly, is yes?" Her eyes widened when the montage continued to play and more reviews began to flash past. "Despite making a daring choice with a first-time lead for the imposing villain, the beautiful Sabrina Natsume works marvels any time she gets on screen…? All praise to actress Sabrina Natsume, who brings such a domineering presence to the party that Through the Mystical Door achieves instant liftoff?" She swiveled to see Nicholas grinning at her and began shuffling over. "Hey, what is all that? Are those reviews? Those can't be reviews, can they?" she stammered, and Nicholas took her hands as she got close. "Where'd you get the footage from…?"

"Kalmiya, you didn't go do something naughty to get a copy of the movie to show, did you?" Nicholas asked jokingly out loud.

"Of course not, Master." Kalmiya formed from his radio to smile at Sabrina as the montage continued, occasional hoots coming from the pokegirls as they watched the reviews scroll by superimposed over everything from Sabrina giving a monologue to the action climax as the Wonder Fighters fled from her character. "I just used the copy our friend acquired for the simulcast."

"Friend? What friend?" Sabrina asked. "The same one that helped you with the theater, and and everything that happened tonight? Who on earth could…?"

Nicholas was smiling as he pulled her hands up so that Sabrina was brought closer in to his body. "The friend that I hope, one day, you can look in the eye," he said softly. "The one who's on your side now. Just look at what she's done for you."

Sabrina stared at him for a very long time before slowly turning her head back to the screen. She stared at it for a while, watching as her character fought the titular protagonists with psychic blasts reimagined as 'magical' energy. "She… did all this?"

"What's on that screen is all because of you, honey. But tonight? All of it? Obviously Kali held the link through me but the theater, the organization, the logistics, even some of the advertising and a few of those reviews." Nicholas watched another headline go by praising Sabrina's performance. "It was all because of a Houndoom named Karen."

Sabrina shivered as she bowed her head and closed her eyes. "I owe… her… my happiness?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Nicholas replied quietly. "It was all my idea. She just made it happen. I mean, I couldn't have pulled it off without her, but if you'd prefer to ignore that I'd be willing to take the credit."

His brow crinkled when Sabrina opened her eyes and turned back to him. The emotion on her face wasn't anything he could really pin down. "No," she said in a distant voice. "No, that's not… last time, she took it from me." Sabrina blinked as she focused on Nicholas' face, slipping a hand free from his and running her fingers over the lapel of his suit jacket as she slowly leaned in with her lips drifting apart. "I didn't think it would be possible," Sabrina breathed, her eyelids fluttering as her lips nearly touched his and he could feel her breath on his skin, "but she… she gave it back."

Finally their lips pressed together and Nicholas closed his eyes, savoring the taste of Sabrina's mouth as the woman hooked her fingers into his jacket and held him tight. When they eventually broke back apart he let go of her other hand in favor of moving his to curl around her side.

"I promised you, the day I even considered doing this, even thought about allowing that pokegirl anywhere near you," Nicholas whispered, gazing into Sabrina's eyes, "that I would not let there be even the barest hint of a chance for something to go wrong tonight. I promised you then that any and all threat she could pose would be obliterated. I keep my promises."

He felt Sabrina's fingers twist deeper into his jacket as the woman spoke in a trembling voice. "You promise that she's… a friend?"

"I promise," Nicholas replied with a murmur.

Sabrina took a hitching breath. "She gave it back. What she took, she… she gave it back." She squeezed her eyes shut and rested her forehead against his chest. "I thought it was all you, that there couldn't be anyone else that would go this far for me…"

"Still my idea."

Sabrina cracked a tiny smile. "But she did it," she whispered. "It happened because of her. Because of her I was happy." Nicholas remained silent. "I… I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. She really did this."

"Yes."

A few long minutes of him holding Sabrina to his chest. Then she pulled back. "I need to thank her."

"I can make sure she knows."

"That wouldn't be right," Sabrina said quietly. "It needs to be me. It needs to be… face to face."

Nicholas stroked her hair. "You're sure."

"Of course I'm not sure," Sabrina breathed immediately. "But damn it, I… I can't be afraid."

Nicholas smiled slightly as he hugged her again. "I can arrange a meeting in the morning."

"That late?" Nicholas looked down to see Sabrina staring up at him. "I know you. You plan everything. Why reveal all of this to me tonight?"

"You want to see her now?"

"I think I need to."

Nicholas nodded and let go, holding out his hand to the woman which she took and followed him back out of the grand hall. "You're right," he said as he led her towards the meeting rooms. "I had her hide herself in another room. If you weren't ready, then she would have been gone without you ever realizing." Sabrina felt his fingers tighten their grip on hers ever so slightly. "I have met with her at length to explain precisely how she is to be allowed to interact with you. I will let her explain further, but I promise you this. The utter instant that I feel she has harmed you?" Sabrina shivered at the earnest fury flickering behind Nicholas' eyes when he turned back to look at her. "She will disappear. And Karen is keenly aware of that." He turned back to where they were going. "I trust her not to make that mistake. Otherwise her hand would have been nowhere near tonight's surprise event."

"I believe you."

Nicholas nodded and stopped in front of one of the smaller meeting rooms. "She should be in here."

"Should?"

"Despite everything, she is still her own person," Nicholas replied. "And because of her typing able to hide from us both. It's where I asked her to wait."

He felt Sabrina's grip on his hand tighten as the woman fought to keep her breathing even. "Okay," she said after a few moments. "I'm ready."

"And I'm right here in front of you," Nicholas replied, giving her a small squeeze back before he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Despite her brave words Sabrina still found herself frozen to the spot when she saw the figure sitting inside. The horns. The skin. The tail. All of it combining into an idea, one linked to fear and pain and-

"Miss Natsume." Sabrina blinked when she heard the voice. Quiet, almost… soft? As Karen shifted in her seat she kept her hands placed on top of one another and plainly in view in her lap. "I hope my efforts were satisfactory."

Nicholas nodded and moved slightly to the side so that Sabrina could see more of Karen. "Were they, Sabrina?"

Sabrina didn't respond at first. She was busy staring across the room at the sitting Houndoom. The meeting table and most of the chairs had been shoved aside, leaving Karen alone in a chair in the middle of the room and as she listened to her pounding heart she noticed something. Karen wasn't looking at her. Instead, the Houndoom was looking down, her eyes barely visible as they focused on a patch of floor. And… there was a lot different between the last time she'd seen Karen and now. The voice, the bowed posture, Karen was even in an outfit that she had never seen the Houndoom in – nothing but a smaller black two-piece bikini, the top tied in the front, and a set of torn pantyhose over the bottoms. It dulled the vibrance of the Houndoom's orange skin a bit while still showing every aspect of her body. Simplistic, but revealing.

"They… were," Sabrina eventually replied. "That's why I wanted to see you, to… thank you. Tonight you brought me joy."

Karen's head bowed ever so slightly deeper. "I am very thankful to hear that, Miss Natsume."

"What's going on here?" Sabrina asked. "Nicholas didn't explain much, but I wasn't expecting…"

"Mister Topolski and I have spoken at length about how best to keep you at ease, Miss Natsume," Karen replied, her head still bowed. "It was decided that I would dress as minimally as possible, so as to make my silhouette fully recognizable for you even at a glance. Additionally, my location will never be a surprise. Mister Topolski will control every aspect of my daily schedule and I will strive to keep it consistent so that there will never be an incident where I would startle you. I will always be precisely where you expect me to be."

"Okay, but… Your voice? Why aren't you looking at me?"

"I wish to limit the possibility that my presence causes you harm," Karen replied. "I am avoiding meeting your eyes so that your mind is less likely to see me as a threat to your safety. It is the same reason I have adopted this tone – I am trying my best to appear as non-threatening as possible for your comfort, Miss Natsume."

"I have also… 'stressed' to Karen that the two of you are never to meet without me in attendance," Nicholas explained. "I remember you were quite insistent on that when we last discussed things." He watched the staring woman. "At least not until you're ready to do otherwise. The point of all this is to help you get better, after all."

"But if you're going this far to control her day-to-day schedule, then she'll be nearby?" Sabrina asked. "Why?"

Karen lifted her eyes slightly in Nicholas' direction. "May I explain, Mister Topolski?" A pause. "Everything?"

Nicholas took a good look at Sabrina, doing his best to judge her expression. She was certainly pale, but holding it together, at least for now. "I think this is already longer than I wanted your first meeting to be, but leaving questions unanswered will be worse I think. Be brief, but thorough."

"How can you be…?" Sabrina started to ask before Karen bowed her head in assent.

"Yes, Master. Miss Natsume, before you even arrived in Unova you had enemies. Those who wished to see you fail simply because of who you are. I was not one of them, but at the time, I worked for those who were." Nicholas took a firm grip of Sabrina as the woman made a choking gasp. "I was not entirely satisfied doing so, I would like to mention. I would like to believe I am good at what I do, and my skill was not recognized where I once was." Karen's chest moved rhythmically as she measured her breaths. "A part of that is being a talent scout. Watching for those in the entertainment industry who have the potential to become names. I saw that in you, Miss Natsume. And so, as I am an opportunistic pokegirl, when the day came that I saw a chance for a greater opportunity, I decided to take a risk. I approached Master and explained to him all of this and more." Karen cracked a smile as she stared down at the floor. "Though he was not my Master until much more recently. But I came to him because I believed it would be far better to be working for the two humans my old employers feared than against them. Choosing the winning side, as it were. And so, a little over a week ago, Master came to me, outlining a deal. Terms for a contract that would place me near to you, Miss Natsume. A very strict contract. But one I was more than happy to accept." Karen finally lifted her head slightly to look at Sabrina and while she could not read this pokegirl's mind, in the Houndoom's eyes Sabrina saw only the earnest truth, with no hint of the hellfire that Karen usually embodied. "I see your future in this industry being a great one, Miss Natsume. I anticipate a future where I will be quite satisfied working for you and Master. I could not bear to let my opportunity pass me by."

"A-All of this," Sabrina stammered, and Nicholas stepped around to be between her and the Houndoom as he wrapped his arms comfortingly around the trembling woman, "just for a job…?"

"I think this meeting is over, let's get you outside…" Nicholas was saying.

"No, Miss Natsume." Nicholas stopped trying to pull Sabrina from the room when Karen spoke. "Not just a job. A future. My future, and yours. I want to be there when you succeed. I want to share in your victory. But most of all, I want something more for myself, more than just playing the enforcer for a pile of pitiful, despicable creatures as they pass judgement from their ivory towers." Nicholas felt Sabrina pushing him away again and he let her, though without fully letting go. "That is what all of this is for."

Sabrina gazed out. Karen had bowed her head again as soon as Sabrina started losing control and eventually she let Nicholas turn her back towards the door, speaking as she did. "K-Karen!"

"Yes, Miss Natsume?"

"I've heard… People have told me, t-that you're a good agent." She leaned into Nicholas' hug as he guided her out of the room. "Apparently I'm going to need one of those. If what a… what a f-friend told me is true."

Karen instantly bowed so low she nearly fell off the chair and onto her knees. "I will not disappoint you, Miss Natsume."

Nicholas caught Sabrina when she collapsed the moment the meeting room door swung shut. "Hey. Rescue meds? Need me to-?"

"P-Please."

"They're right-" Nicholas began, reaching into his pocket before cursing under his breath. "Shit. Left them in my bag. Kalmiya-"

"I have already notified Kali, Master."

Kali was beside them and handing him the small pill bottle before Kalmiya's words had even finished registering in his ear. He made sure Sabrina was comfortable as the drug took effect, stroking her until the woman's breathing stabilized and tears began to bead in her eyes.

"You were brave. So, so brave," he murmured to her. "Rest. And then we'll return to the party." He smiled when Sabrina gently squeezed him in assent. "You can do this, honey. I'll be right beside you every step of the way."

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The next day found Nicholas with the Unovan harem out in one of the practice arenas set up around Pokestar for rehearsals. Since none of the movie crews were using the space, they'd invited themselves in to use it for training.

Nicholas watched Cindy dodge back and spew more sparking silk from her mouth only for Melody to let it splatter across her skin without any effect. The Joltik let out a frustrated scream as she was blasted backwards by a shockwave from the Seismitoad and struggled back upright, not really forming any words as she spat angry sounds at her cautiously approaching opponent.

"USE YOUR NEW TECHNIQUE!" Nicholas roared. "You saw how Ada did it, Cindy! Come on! She's out of her comfort zone too with how she's always relied so heavily on her body to fight. Form an Energy Ball! It's your best answer against the Ground-types who nullify your electricity!"

Cindy tilted her head back, her mandibles flexing as she tried to focus her energy the way the TM had taught her. Melody picked up her pace, yelling her challenge in an attempt at fouling Cindy's focus and it seemed to work when the Joltik reached up to her face and grabbed the partially-formed green orb before heaving it towards the oncoming Seismitoad with a scream. Her scream rose in pitch when she saw the rushed attack disintegrate halfway to its target and Melody was able to simply swat the remains away before they could do any damage. Nicholas came alert when he saw the Joltik's body begin to curl, clearly showcasing the intense frustration she was feeling as she continued to scream until suddenly Melody was staggering with a number of red lines drawn across her face. Cindy tumbled as she tried to stop her momentum from the dash and finally slid to a stop far beyond her target, clutching one of her hands as blood oozed from beneath her broken fingernails. Pain, frustration, it erupted from the tiny pokegirl as she began to glow.

"Defend yourself, Melody!" Kiana barked from her position nearby. "You heard what Master said before, Cindy could be stronger than the Galvantula back in that cave! I want to see you match your sister!"

Melody let off dabbing at the lines of broken skin where Cindy had scratched her face and whirled, screaming a response back that crashed through the arena as an attack and battered the evolving pokegirl. She tumbled, and as she did Nicholas could see that Cindy's proportions were changing greatly. By the time she caught herself and surged back to her feet with the evolutionary glow shattering around her she stood just as tall as Melody.

"Oh, shit," Melody gasped, stumbling backwards when Cindy threw out all four of her arms and a green orb appeared in each. "You won't be able to hit-!"

Light flashed over the two pairs of glasslike domes running up Cindy's forehead, up from a single pair as a Joltik, as everyone around the arena heard her chittering laughter. "I don't miss," Cindy hissed, before torquing her body around with a furious scream and sending two of the orbs whizzing for the panicked Seismitoad, grunting as she reversed her momentum and flung the other two as well, all four orbs curving wildly as they closed in on Melody.

"I'm sure they'll just evaporate like before…" Melody stuttered, her face going pale when the orbs hooked hard inwards and very clearly were converging on her as a single point. "SHIT!"

A boom echoed as Melody was hit, the Seismitoad's screams cut off almost instantly when the energy combined and consumed her body in a maelstrom of green before exploding to send her tumbling across the ground. Leaving Cindy to stand, chest heaving, as her chittering laughter grew louder and louder to highlight the newly evolved Galvantula's euphoric thrill.

Kiana was moving into the arena the moment Cindy took a step towards Melody's limp form. "See?" she growled, walking over and placing herself to block Cindy's line of vision while Nicholas recalled Melody and began packing up. "You can be far more than the feral Joltik you remember." She leaned in, eyes narrowing slightly as she read Cindy's expression. "And I will demand you be, if you wish to remain in my pack."

Cindy's eyes flicked to her Alpha as she gave Kiana a tiny smirk. "What do you mean, Alpha? I am no Joltik- urk!"

"Think long and hard about the respect you give me, little spider," Kiana said in a growling whisper. Cindy felt herself lifting onto her tiptoes as Kiana's claws dug into her chin. "Because, you and I, we both remember the few laws that ruled our feral minds." Kiana's lips drew back slightly as she hissed the rest of her words. "Those laws are dead. Only mine remain."

"You two going to stand there all day?" Nicholas called in a bored tone. "We've got the rest of the day now that Cindy has evolved – I'm thinking I don't make her wait if we can help it. Or Melody. She needs healing."

Kiana didn't release Cindy for a few moments. "Your sisters are not your prey," she finally said, yanking her hand down to allow Cindy to drop back onto her feet with a gasp. "Remember that. As long as you do…" Kiana's fangs glinted as she grew an eerily wide smile. "I will allow you to feast on our enemies."

One of Cindy's hands lifted to her neck before the Galvantula smiled back. "Yes, Alpha," she purred.

"Our Master is calling you," Kiana said, pulling aside so that Cindy had a clear path to Nicholas. "You wouldn't want to keep him waiting, would you?"

Nicholas raised an eyebrow when he saw the look Cindy was giving him. "You coming, or do I need to give you a ride in your pokeball?"

Cindy's smile widened and she began walking, her entire body lowering closer to the ground as she stalked forwards with her eyes locked onto him. "And where do we go, my tamer?" she purred when she got close.

Both eyebrows went up when Nicholas felt one of her hands begin to caress his cheek while the Galvantula drifted ever closer. "Seems someone has decided she wants to change how we 'play'." Before Cindy could do much more he'd recalled her and waved for the others to follow. "I'm heading back, girls! Coming?" He stopped Kiana when the Arcanine started to walk past. "Hey. What was that with you and Cindy?"

"I was only talking to a member of my pack, Master," Kiana replied, smirking when he rolled his eyes at her. "Is that so wrong?"

"No comment."

"She's a strong one," Kiana continued, stepping in beside him as the group exited the arena. "What was the reason you said?"

"A friend of mine has made her… I'm not really sure how to explain it. I almost want to say 'complete', but… I don't think it's quite that." Nicholas pondered the mark he'd seen on Cindy's aura. "He's kind of like me. Special. And he gave Cindy a gift, elevating her a bit so that even while she was feral she could think. Now that I've tamed her that gift is working in a different way."

Kiana nodded. "So I can expect more from her." She grinned. "Excellent."

"Oh- Sir Nicholas?" Nicholas waved distractedly when they passed Fiona in the front lobby of the hotel. "Sir Nicholas, I was-"

"Got a pokegirl to heal and another to tame," Nicholas called, cutting off the legendary's words. "Is it urgent?" He handed Melody's pokeball to Kiana, barely giving Fiona a moment before picking back up when she made a vague noise. "I'll find you after I spend some time with Cindy, then. Promise." With that he left Fiona standing there and went off to find an empty room.

The Galvantula materialized and immediately was reaching for him again. Nicholas let her, stalling her advances with one hand while the other worked to get him out of his clothes. "You just can't keep your hands off me, can you?" he crooned, drawing her across the room so he had time to admire the Galvantula's new body. As he'd already observed Cindy had exploded in height, and while he knew he'd miss the plump shortstack she'd been as a Joltik, the statuesque frame she'd gained wasn't half bad either. Interestingly, it seemed as if her 'assets' hadn't grown any with her evolution. Instead, her body had grown into them, so while it was still the same huge bust bumping against his chest it was now the top half to a striking hourglass figure. A figure that was exceedingly fitting for the pokegirl that finally managed to back him into a corner and press in, her chest vibrating with a quiet laughter.

"Where do you think you're going, hm?" Cindy asked, a hand reaching up to stroke his head as her fuzzy mandibles lightly rubbed his face. He could feel her hot breath as the Galvantula brushed her lips, close, so tantalizingly close but not quite touching his own. "Don't you remember?" Cindy's lips cracked in a wide smile as her other hands began to slide across his skin. "You can't escape me that easily, little boy."

Nicholas chuckled as her fingers began teasing his stiffening member. "Do I hear what I think I hear?"

"And what is that?" Cindy asked, making Nicholas groan when another of her hands moved down to begin fondling his testicles at the same time as the one playing with his dick. "What do you think you hear? I'm oh so curious to know."

"…What I hear," Nicholas managed, his toes curling as he thumped back against the wall with a pleasured grunt, "is that my little Joltik has gone from wanting to play with me… to wanting to play with me."

Cindy smiled and Nicholas hissed when the fingers circling his penis clenched down to force a dribble of precum out the tip. "Wanting? Oh, no no no." Cindy finally kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth as her mandibles clenched down to make sure he couldn't escape. "I do not want to play, oh no…" she whispered, only letting him breathe after nearly a minute. "No, I will play… and you will be my mewling plaything."

Nicholas shivered when he felt her grip tighten on his body. "Tell you what," he said. "You can have today for free. But the next time?" He found Cindy's eyes. "You're working for it."

Cindy only laughed. "You wish to struggle, my pet? Then do so." Nicholas heard something rustling as she narrowed her eyes and gave him a smug look. "It's better when you squirm."

With a yelp Nicholas felt himself yanked off his feet, spinning while he felt something warm wrapping around his legs until he slammed down on his back, looking up to see Cindy perched over him, one foot pressing into his groin, two of her hands teasing herself while the other two held a length of white rope that he realized had to be her silk. He could see one end sliding between her pussy lips and back towards her arachnid abdomen, and the other hooked beneath the foot she was using to pin him down before encircling his lower body – revealing the source of the warmth he'd felt wrapping him up. "Well?" Cindy asked softly, her toes digging in slightly as Nicholas felt the silk begin to tighten down. Cindy had deftly woven her way around his dick and he could see it twitching as the Galvantula squeezed. "Struggle. Squirm." She leaned down to give him a beatific smile. "It won't do you any good."

Nicholas just smiled back and lifted his arms over his head. "I told you. Today, you get it for free. Go on."

A shadow crossed Cindy's face before there was a snap and the silk parted, the Galvantula lunging to place a second wrap tightly around his wrists before she pulled the end free and yanked him up to hiss in his face. "You're helpless!"

"Sure am."

Nicholas chuckled at the look on Cindy's face. She was trying her best, but she was no Morgana, and he could more than easily handle an inexperienced dominatrix. It was probably all instinct driving Cindy here – and instinct didn't know what to do with prey that submitted. Maybe he should give her a hand.

"Go on, then," he repeated as Cindy hesitated. "What, unhappy that I won't fight back?" Nicholas' slight smirk widened, only serving to deepen the anger in Cindy's expression. "What are you going to do about it? Punish me?"

Cindy blinked before Nicholas grunted as she pulled the silk around his legs as tightly as it could go and the foot still on his groin dug in. "I think I will," Cindy hissed, pulling his arms back so that Nicholas was laid out flat as she began to straddle his body. "If you won't fight, then I'll just make you my toy."

They both groaned as Cindy sank onto his shaft, but before she did anything else Nicholas felt her fingers reaching down to hook under his taint and clumsily clamp down on his balls. He stifled his laughter as the Galvantula began to ride him. No quip about denying his orgasm, though the idea was there. She'd learn. It should be fun having a pokegirl who leaned into her nature instead of running from it for as long as Morgana had.

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POKEDEX UPDATED

Tamer: Nicholas Topolski

Badges:

Basic Badge

Insect Badge

Bolt Badge

Quake Badge

Harem:

Kiana, Arcanine (Alpha) – Level 37

Adalinda, Serperior – Level 38

Jade, Golett – Level 37

Melody, Seismitoad – Level 37

Cindy, Galvantula – Level 36

Non-Com Harem:

Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 35
Cathy, Miltank – Level 72

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Nicholas was chuckling as he exited the hotel room and rubbed his wrists. "Crazy spider," he muttered, holding a small grin and shaking his head. Until he came to a stop at who he saw waiting for him. "Fiona?"

Fiona rose in her position against the far wall. "Sir Nicholas." Her eyes flicked to the angry red lines on his arms. "Are you injured?"

"No, Cindy just likes playing rough," Nicholas explained, gesturing one hand down the hall. "She left me all tied up in there… anyways, how long have you been waiting?"

"Long enough to have seen her leave," Fiona said quietly. "It is not that I did not believe your promise, Sir Nicholas, but… the matter of which I must speak with you is not one I am willing to delay."

"Well, I'm all yours now," Nicholas replied, tapping his bare torso with an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I'd be in a shirt but I think Cindy stole mine. At least she left me my shorts."

"I do not mind, Sir Nicholas." Fiona brought her hands behind her back and straightened her posture. "I am curious, Sir Nicholas. Do you know how to wear a sword?"

"How to wear a sword," Nicholas mused. "I can't really say I do, no." He looked at her. "Why?"

"I was curious." Fiona shrugged. "Would you travel with me, if I asked?"

Nicholas frowned. "Alone, I take it?"

Fiona nodded. "Yes." She cocked her head. "How did you guess?"

"You've grown. And you're coming to me like the others do, as Keldeo, as one of the eternal." Nicholas grunted to himself. "When?"

"As soon as possible, Sir Nicholas."

"I figured. This must be important." He tapped at his chin. "For how long?"

"I do not know."

"Yeah." Nicholas grimaced. "I need to stick around here for at least a few days. Is that okay? I've missed the hatching of every single egg so far, and Quinn's is meant to be breaking open within the week. I want to be there for it. If only so that the Ralts that comes out gets a proper name." He snorted. "Vika, at least, sounds decent. But Lizi? Do pokegirls just smash their own names together and call it a day? Vika, first two of Victoria, first two of Kary, who laid the egg, then Lizi, first two of Lili, first two of the egg layer Zisela… I'm not letting that Ralts get stuck with 'Moqu'."

Fiona cracked a smile at his tirade. "We don't have names as humans do, Sir Nicholas. Even my own is for your benefit."

Nicholas laughed out loud. "Fair enough! Fair enough. Still. You have to admit 'Moqu' just won't do."

"If you say so, Sir Nicholas." Fiona flashed a grin when he laughed again. "That will be fine. I can wait a few days." She turned away. "Until then, Sir Nicholas."

"Until then," Nicholas replied, letting his voice fade to a whisper as he watched Fiona walk away. After a few moments he turned in the other direction. Speaking of the newest arrivals to his full harem had reminded him. He should meet Lizi.

He found the Gible in one of the common rooms and wasn't too surprised to see Vika with her, though a few heads turned when he walked in and Nicholas tsked when he saw the hungry eyes. He was still shirtless, wasn't he. Whoops. Unlike Lizi, who was wearing a simple covering in contrast to how Zisela always went nude.

Lizi glanced up when he walked over and gave him a cheeky smile. "Well it took you long enough."

Nicholas chuckled and pulled up a chair, greeting Vika when she smiled at him and turning his attention back to the lounging Gible. "Blunt and without fear. I wonder, does being my matriarch's daughter grant you that confidence?"

"I don't see mom anywhere. Do you?" Lizi asked. "Neither of them. Why should I hide behind their scales?"

"Why, indeed," Nicholas mused. "Vika, you know the answer to that question?"

"Oh, I'm not stupid enough to try and contest mom for this Weyr," Lizi chuckled before Vika could respond. "But I'm not doing that, am I?" Her eyes glinted as she looked at him. "I'm speaking to my Weyrleader. He's the only one whose opinion I could care about."

Nicholas' smile widened. "Incredible. A few weeks out of her egg and just as sharp as the one who laid her. Let them fight, hm? Find your own prize." When Lizi leaned back with a stretch and a smug look he leaned towards her. "I like that. You're right. It's taken me long enough. It's time I welcomed you properly."

"For as long as it benefits me," Lizi replied, lazily reaching a hand up when he extended his. "After all, if I know I'll never beat mom, why be in her shadow?" Lizi's teeth flashed when he pulled her to her feet. "Learn from the best, conquer the rest, Weyrleader."

Nicholas chuckled softly. "And why should I teach a Gible who has made it clear she intends to abandon my Weyr?"

"Abandon?" Lizi asked. "Why, that's not right at all, Weyrleader… I would be extending your influence, don't you see? Those who bow to me will know from where I came."

A moment as Nicholas' smile grew to reveal his teeth, his lips slowly slipping back until he roared with laughter and Lizi felt his grip tighten down like a vice on her hand. "So you are everything Aria wishes she could be," he hissed, and though the Gible tried her best to stand strong the pain in her hand was causing her to wilt a bit. "How interesting. How very, very interesting."

"E-Ehm, Weyrleader…"

"Oh, you can handle a little pain," Nicholas murmured while he pulled Lizi closer so the two were pressed together. "Your egg layer and I often try to find which of us will break first. Don't tell me you are so weak to fold before we've even begun."

"…Then why have we not, Weyrleader?"

Nicholas smirked at Lizi's rally. "An excellent question." His fingernails were scraping across her chest and then Lizi was nude, the light cloth she'd had covering herself torn away. "We begin. But not here, in front of so many others." His smirk grew. "I would hate to embarrass you so publicly, little wyrm."

That made Lizi's hand flex in his grip as the Gible matched his posture with a hissed challenge of her own. "Do not label me lesser, Weyrleader."

"Then prove yourself." Nicholas yanked her from the room with both of their eyes burning. "Prove yourself worthy of my Weyr."

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Quinn was twitching in her sleep as Morgana watched. All wrapped around their egg, silence reigning in the cozy den the Gallade had turned her hotel room into. She was so beautiful.

A light tap brought Morgana's eyes from her sleeping mate to the egg she was embracing. Then another. Morgana silently rose to her feet when she heard the tapping pause for a moment before coming again, louder this time. "Quinn," she whispered, reaching out with her hand before thinking better of it and sending a psychic probe instead. "She's coming."

Quinn's eyes snapped open and she was immediately rising, catching herself when the sudden motion threatened to topple her over and pressing her ear to the egg. "I can feel her," she whispered, tears brimming as joy filled her expression. "She- She responded to me!"

"Let her hatch on her own, love," Morgana chastised gently, reaching her own hand out to rest on the egg and projecting her own power around it to create a blocking shield that made Quinn whimper. "She knows we are here. Let her come to us."

The tapping increased in pace until translucent cracks began to be seen across the surface of the egg, accompanied by a shadow pressed across the egg's surface as the pokegirl struggled to break free. Another, louder crack as the shadow smashed against the egg wall and this time the very tip of a horn poked through. Morgana lowered her hand as the horn drew back and with one final effort the Ralts broke out.

Quinn gasped and dove for the body that had burst from the egg, the shell shattering and disgorging the Ralts to slide across the ground on a film of viscous clear liquid. Morgana was right beside her, helping to clean their daughter as she struggled to tear the last remnants of her egg from her body. Her struggles slowed when her eyes finally blinked open, darting back and forth between her mothers.

"Gently, now," Morgana soothed, carefully drawing her fingers down the Ralts' face to break the film covering her nose and mouth. As she was exposed to the air the girl gasped, her first breath immediately turning into a wracking cough as she began clearing the last of the fluid from her lungs. "Gently, I said, gently," Morgana chastised softly, clearing the rest of the fluid from the Ralts' head. Her hair was still wet, plastered to her skull, and the fur of her ears was similarly pressed down, but she would dry. "Come to me, my child."

The Ralts could only make a questioning noise, no words, but when Morgana tilted her head towards the Gardevoir's swollen breasts her noises died. Quinn helped support the unsteady pokegirl as she tried to crawl over and soon the Ralts' lips were wrapped around Morgana's teat while she hungrily fed. As she did Morgana whispered to her, Quinn finally falling back in exhaustion and letting her mate take over. Knowledge flowed as readily as Morgana's milk and within minutes the newborn Ralts' mind was alive.

Nicholas gingerly cracked open the door some time later to find a similar scene. Quinn passed out as she finally was able to have restful sleep, Morgana settled into the nest of pillows and blankets with the Ralts still suckling in her lap. The remains of the egg were broken, shoved aside by the massive Gardevoir to give herself more room and she didn't even look up when he opened the door. "Master."

Nicholas cautiously cleared his throat. "Morgana. I seem to have missed her actually hatching."

Now Morgana looked at him, but it was only the slightest of glances as she looked up without raising her head an inch. "You mean well, Master, but even if you had tried to be you would not have made it through that door."

"I guess that means I should walk back out, then?" Nicholas asked nervously. "I just wanted to make sure everything was fine…"

"She is healthy, Master," Morgana replied, returning her gaze to the precious body in her arms. "But she is not ready to meet her Master. Not yet. Give her time, a few days at the least." She gently stroked the Ralts' drying hair. "Her mind is awake, but she still has much to learn."

Nicholas exhaled. "No, that's fine, I wasn't thinking about that. I just wanted to check on you." He paused. "Come up with a name for her yet?"

"A name?" Morgana asked softly. "A name… I do not feel the urge to give her one, but it is true that she will need one, isn't it?" A pause, and a glance towards where Quinn slumbered. "Perhaps we could call her Morin-"

"No, that's a-" Nicholas was starting to interrupt before he stopped. "Oh. Morin?"

"Yes. A combination of her mothers," Morgana replied, finally looking at him head on with a confused tilt of her head. "Do you not like it, Master?"

"I'll be honest, I was expecting the combination thing, but I was expecting you to do something silly like 'Moqu'," Nicholas replied. "Morin's not that bad, actually."

"'Moqu'?" Morgana asked in confusion. "That's not a name, Master. It is a jumble of letters."

"Right. I agree." Nicholas shrugged. "Vika and Lizi."

Morgana's confusion vanished and she laughed. "Ah. I see. No, Master, I do not think my daughter should answer to 'Moqu'. What do you think of Morin?"

"I find it perfectly acceptable," Nicholas replied. "But if you would allow me to make a suggestion?"

"Always, Master."

"Morrigan." Nicholas nodded at Quinn. "Or, 'Morquinn', adjusted to be a real name. Why not call her Morrigan?"

"Morrigan," Morgana whispered. "It… The name itself sounds as if it holds power, Master." A wide smile grew across her face. "It is quite similar to my own, though that would have been inevitable. Does that mean anything, Master? Any relation to what you named me?"

"Hah. The two names I think are both most widely used in a region called Galar, but they're not directly related, no," Nicholas replied. "But it holds power, you're right about that. It is the name of a figure in human mythology said to be the goddess of fate. A dark queen, from whom none can escape."

Morgana's eyes burned as she looked at him. "She is Morrigan."

Nicholas chuckled and gestured towards Quinn. "Shouldn't Quinn get a say in that?"

"She will agree. Especially when I tell her Morrigan has been named by our Master." Morgana's smile had grown manic as she laughed. "Thank you, Master. For your gift on our daughter."

Nicholas bowed his head slightly and slipped back out the door. "Of course, Morgana. I look forward to meeting Morrigan soon."

He closed the door to muffle the Gardevoir's giddy laughter and glanced at the scattering of others clustered about. Vika's eyes were wide as she stared at him while listening to Morgana. "What the heck, Master?"

"The hatchling is fine," Nicholas chuckled, slapping the Dragonite on the shoulder as he passed her. "No need for you to worry."

The other gathered pokegirls that had first alerted him to the presence of a new one began to drift apart as Vika followed him. "You gave her a name?" she asked in a hushed voice. "Would you have done that for me if you'd been there when I hatched?"

"Probably," Nicholas replied. "But I wasn't, and Vika's a fine name."

"What would it have been?"

Nicholas glanced at her. "Vika's the name you were given, and I'm satisfied with it. Are you not?"

Vika scuffed her toe. "I'm just curious."

"Probably once I'd been told about the whole 'combine the mothers' names' thing I'd have worked with that too," Nicholas mused. "Like Lizi, why not Lizela? Or simply Liz? Lizi just feels wrong." He tapped his chin. "You, though. Hm…" After a few seconds he nodded. "Kara, maybe. Or Kora? But Vicky or Vika might have been what I settled on regardless. I told you, it's a fine name."

Vika blushed happily and bobbed her head. "Thank you."

"Heh. Of course." Nicholas gave her a quick kiss before stepping away and letting the Dragonite move off with an extra spring to her step.

"You don't have to follow me." Nicholas turned to face Fiona. "I wasn't trying to slip away from your request."

Fiona gave him an imperceptible shrug. "I wished to be nearby whenever you decided you were ready, Sir Nicholas."

"Uh-huh. Let me go notify the Alphas and we can leave." He sighed. "I'll make sure to pack enough supplies for a long trip. Where are we going?"

"I do not know." Fiona's hand drifted to rest on the hilt of her sword as she took a deep breath and met his eyes. "But I will know when we arrive."

Nicholas nodded slightly. "I'll meet you out front."

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Nicholas leaned back against a tree as he listened to the sounds of the forest around them. Fiona was seated again, her sword resting across her lap, as the legendary meditated on the blade. They'd struck out from Pokestar Studios… Had it been a week already? Four or five days at least. His few questions to Fiona as to their destination had all had the same answer. But she was certainly leading them somewhere. He could tell that much. It was like when he'd delved into the mists surrounding Celestic Town, in Sinnoh. He hadn't known exactly where to go either. But his feet had taken him there anyways. Where he needed to go. Where he needed to be. To learn, and to grow.

He pushed off the tree when Fiona opened her eyes. "Ready to keep moving?"

"It's not far now."

Nicholas nodded. Fiona's eyes were distant, not really looking at the world around them. He was sure he'd get even less out of the legendary if he asked any questions now. So he just fell in behind her as Fiona struck out on a path only her eyes could see.

It was another few hours later when Nicholas realized the sounds had gone silent. The birds did not sing, or there were none here at all. The underbrush was silent, nothing scampering away as they passed. But this silence did not hang heavy. Instead it provided an ethereal feeling as the two continued forwards.

"We're here."

Nicholas moved up besides Fiona. Just ahead the trees were thinning and he could see light glinting off what seemed to be water. "Where is here?"

Fiona let out her breath and strode forwards purposefully. "The grove."

They stepped out into a forest clearing pockmarked with a number of small ponds, though as they passed Nicholas could see that they were not entirely natural. The banks were too steep, jagged, and they didn't sit in low points of the area, instead being scattered about seemingly at random. Craters, he realized, skirting another as he followed Fiona. Filled with rainwater.

"Tell me, Sir Nicholas." Nicholas turned his attention back to Fiona when she spoke. "You have said that you do not know how to wear a sword?"

"It's not something I've ever had a chance to learn."

"Then I will teach you," Fiona replied softly, her eyes being drawn to the massive chunk of stone that was appearing from the trees. "It would not do for my tamer to be unable to wear mine."

Any response Nicholas might have had to that was forgotten when the monument rose in front of them. A brown boulder, or perhaps a piece of a mountain, with its size. It dominated the glade, backed right up to the forest's far edge, and on its face were three long cuts, intersecting in the middle. Each was unique, and as Fiona drifted forwards to run her hands along the broken edges she explained. "Light, delicate, precise," she whispered, tracing a shallow hairline slice that drew a line from the bottom right to the top left of the stone. "The mark of Lady Virizion." Her fingers jumped to the other diagonal where the stone crumbled away from a massive gaping crevasse. "Heavy. Powerful. Careless in its devastation." She smiled. "The mark of Lady Terrakion."

Nicholas was looking at the vertical slice even as Fiona's hand moved to it. "Then I can guess who made the third."

Fiona gazed into the cut. The one in the middle, unlike the other two, had gone deep into the stone. So deep that from her position up against the rock face she could see through it and out the top of the rock. But not the back. The cut had been a diagonal of its own, reaching from the far back top to the dirt at her feet. "Solid," she murmured. "Calculated. And meticulously tempered." She let out her breath. "Lady Cobalion."

Nicholas took a step, and when Fiona didn't react, finished walking up to rest his hand on her shoulder. "I don't remember you calling them by that title before," he said quietly. "I thought it was Madam."

Fiona's lips thinned. "They were. Until I entered your service, Sir Nicholas. I will still grant my mentors their respect, but they are my superiors no longer."

"Hm."

"This is their sacred grove," Fiona murmured. "The place where they took their oaths, and became the Swords of Justice." Fiona reached down to draw her own sword and as the light caught the blade Nicholas thought he saw a pale flame flickering around the young legendary. "It is where I will give my own. But not to them." Fiona turned, and as she looked into his eyes Nicholas could clearly see what was different about her. Gone was the young, nervous pokegirl. Gone was the clumsy squire. Fiona, no, Keldeo's eyes burned with her resolve as she reversed her grip on her sword and offered him the hilt. "To you."

Nicholas reached out to grasp the hilt of her sword, wrapping his hand over Fiona's, and followed her to one knee when she sank her blade into the ground between them. "I pledge myself to my Master," she began, her voice starting as a whisper but growing louder as she spoke. "To my purpose, and my duty. Let my sword be Justice. Let my blade swing true." A wind began, only for Fiona, as her mane billowed out and her hair drifted free of her horn to reveal the structure shining brightly with light. "To the evil that approaches," she thundered, her fingers tightening under Nicholas' hand, "let me be its end. And forevermore may my blade shine with the light of the human Lord I serve, as I may, in my service as his Sword."

"Your vow," Nicholas rumbled, unsure of when he'd summoned his aura, but letting himself respond in the way that felt best, "is taken, Keldeo."

They both rose together, and Nicholas let go when Keldeo pulled her sword back. "Then let it be sealed," she whispered, reversing the blade again so that she could grasp it easily with both hands as she turned to the marked stone, her entire body glowing with the power that cascaded from her horn. "Let my mark affirm my pledge and let it ne'er fade!"

Nicholas swore Fiona's sword multiplied in length when the legendary screamed, slashing out along a perfect horizontal that drew a bright white line straight through the stone accompanied by a thunderous crash. The energy cloaking her blade was beginning to calm when he heard something creaking.

Nicholas' eyes widened when he saw the treetops behind the stone vanishing from view, accompanied by more and more cracking and crashing noises as Fiona brought her sword back and straightened to stare at the rock. It looked almost the same as before, except for the line cutting across the three cuts marked upon it. Not because there was a new one. But because a thin slice had been wiped away, bisecting the entire rock and more as the trees around them crashed down.

"…Cobalion once told me," Nicholas said, listening as the felled trees found their new resting places, "that you were to be greater than the three of them." He turned, blinking at what he saw. "Now you are, Fiona."

Fiona didn't turn to him, but she didn't need to for him to see what her pledge had brought. Her horn, once simple and pale, had grown to twice the size and become an intricate structure of dark blue that would never again be hidden by her hair. Hair that, while still orange, was now split by a crest that swept up her head, made of smaller tufts in three distinct colors. A verdant green. A bronzed gold. A steely blue. Three, beneath the sea of one, bowing to the mark that was Fiona's new horn.

"Because I must be," Fiona whispered, and even her voice was different after her vow. But not only because she had lost her hesitation. She sounded older. More mature. Still distinctly her, but different. Just as he had observed in so many of his other pokegirls after they had evolved.

Her body, however, was almost the same as she finally turned to face him. The horn and hair, he had noticed that already, but he also saw more minute changes to display that Fiona had become a different pokegirl. Large tufts of blue had replaced her eyebrows, curling up and back in the distinct crown-like fashion he was so familiar with. There were slight coloration differences across the rest of her body as well, such as the extended blue creeping from her hooves across her ankles and similarly in display on Fiona's wrists, but finding the rest would have required a more intimate inspection. One Fiona was all too happy to grant him as she took a step into his space and reached up to gently press their lips together.

Nicholas took it slow at first. Letting Fiona kiss him, catching her hands then lightly exploring her body as her fingers began to tease at his clothes. She felt the same to him. The same smaller breasts, the same tight skin his eyes had already told him was there. As Fiona broke the kiss and drew back, gazing up at him, there was a calm understanding in each of their gazes. She was nothing like the others. Celine was a lover. Zinnia, a retired mentor. Kumu, a gift. Nikki, a casual friend. Kali, she was perhaps the closest, but she too was more of his ward than anything. Fiona… Through her pledge, her place was clear. She was his servant. His Sword.

"My Lord," Fiona whispered, "my Master. I remember, many days ago, you spoke to me. You told me that if I were to discover my purpose would keep me at your side…" She smiled, caressing his cheek as she released his shorts to fall to the ground. "You told me, I believe, that in that outcome… you would find great pleasure."

"Sounds about right," Nicholas murmured back.

"I vowed that day to meet your expectations of me, Lord Nicholas," Fiona continued, pressing against him as she took another kiss. "So it would seem," she breathed, breaking the kiss and running her fingers over his twitching shaft, "that it behooves me to grant you great pleasure."

Nicholas fell with her to the soft ground, Keldeo using one hand to stroke his penis and the other to slip between her own trembling folds. When she shuffled her legs over and straddled him, lifting her hips over his dick and spreading her glistening pussy, he could see a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. "Is there something funny, Fiona?"

"I believe you might find it humorous, My Lord," Fiona replied with a light chuckle. "I was merely thinking that you have claimed to not know the way to wear a sword, and yet you have such a girthy blade right here." She grinned, lowering herself onto his tip with a hiss. "Such a blade deserves a proper sheathe, Lord Nicholas. I pray I will satisfy."

Nicholas roared in laughter and Fiona joined in, riding his cock while their laughter filled the sacred grove.

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POKEDEX UPDATED

Tamer: Nicholas Topolski

Badges:

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Insect Badge

Bolt Badge

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Harem:

Kiana, Arcanine (Alpha) – Level 37

Adalinda, Serperior – Level 38

Jade, Golett – Level 37

Melody, Seismitoad – Level 37

Cindy, Galvantula – Level 36

Non-Com Harem:

Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 35
Cathy, Miltank – Level 72