WARNING

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

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"Here we are," Morgana said, using her body to shield Hina and Sierra from the flashing cameras as they hurried inside the condominium gates. Using the distraction Nicholas' presence offered at the lab the Gardevoir had been able to take both pokegirls to gather their belongings without any issue and so Hina was stumbling along under the weight of her overstuffed bag while Sierra easily carried hers between her two bodies. "Let's get you girls some privacy and then we can talk about what comes next."

"Hey, the new girl is here!" Hina heard someone call out ahead of them and then she was rounding a corner to see a handful of pokegirls milling about in front of the main entrance to the building. "Wait, three? What's our greedy master done this time, eh?"

"Of course Sohn would be waiting out here," Morgana grumbled, the Infernape leading the small group coming to meet them. "I'm bringing them inside," the Gardevoir tried, sidling in front of Sohn in an attempt to block her path. "Master wants them to meet the harem."

"So let me meet them," Sohn replied, grinning as she tried to circle around Morgana but the towering Gardevoir kept herself between the Infernape and her wards. "Come on, you know I don't bite."

"I know you're not as innocent as you claim," Morgana shot back. "Hina, Sierra, this pokegirl should not be trusted. Not unless you want to be made the punchline of one of her practical jokes." She scowled at Sohn. "What is it this time. A confetti bukkake for the new girl? A fake welcome gift jump-scare? Shock gum?"

"If you must know, I brought cookies," Sohn sniffed, pulling the hand that had been hiding behind her back out to reveal she was carrying a small plastic sleeve of cookies. "Hina and Sierra? Who's the other one?"

"Hina is the Froakie, Sierra is the Charmander," Morgana replied, still not relaxing even as Sohn tore the packaging open and popped a cookie into her mouth. "What did you do to those."

"I literally just opened the package," Sohn retorted around her mouthful of chocolate. "There's two Charmander."

"I'm Sierra," Sierra said, stepping out from behind Morgana as Sohn stopped chewing to stare and the others similarly looked surprised at hearing the two bodies speaking simultaneously. "What kind of cookie?"

"Chocolate with cream filling," Sohn said, sticking out the sleeve once she'd recovered. "Want one?" She watched Sierra take two. "Wait, so you're two Charmander, but…?"

"Master called her a conjoined pokegirl," Morgana replied, keeping a wary eye on Sierra as the Charmander popped her cookies in her mouths. "Both of her bodies share the same tail flame."

"That is wild," Sohn breathed. "So then this other one's Hina. You want a cookie, Hina?"

"There's nothing wrong with it," Sierra piped up.

Hina nodded and took the cookie Sohn was offering. "Thank you."

"You really should trust me more, Morgana," Sohn huffed while Hina took a bite. "I'm not always playing pranks on people. Want one?"

Hina shrugged when Morgana glanced at her. "It's a cookie."

"I'm going to regret this," Morgana muttered, bypassing the cookie Sohn offered in favor of the final one in the package. "I can feel how smug you are."

"I'm always smug, Morg," Sohn replied cheekily, her grin widening when Morgana took a bite of her cookie and immediately went still. "How's it taste?"

"How the fuck did you manage to make me take this one." Morgana's expression turned and she spat the offending bite onto the ground. "What is that, Master's toothpaste?"

"Yep! And the only one in the package I fucked with," Sohn laughed, dodging back when Morgana's dress flared out. "Whoop, she's angry. Gotta go!"

Hina felt her anxiety fading slightly as she watched Morgana chase Sohn into the condominium and the others moved in while laughing to greet her and Sierra. It wasn't much different from the lab. From the hostel. All of these pokegirls… she glanced around. She recognized some. Could only guess at others. But all of them were Champion Nicholas' pokegirls. Even… her. She'd been expecting to be met by dozens of oppressive figures but instead, she… she'd found a warm, welcoming home.

"So which one of you two is from the exhibition day? Or are you both?" a cheerful voice asked as Ashley slipped in between Hina and Sierra and threw her wings over the pair. "Something tells me it's you, Hina."

"Oh, um, yeah, I am," Hina stammered out. "You're Ashley."

"That's me. You a fan of Master?" Ashley asked. "Didn't think I'd introduced myself yet."

"I, yeah, I've watched a lot of stuff since I hatched," Hina replied with a nervous smile. "I hope that's not weird…"

"Who's your favorite?" Ashley interrupted. "Tell me it's me, it'll make me feel better after losing that bet."

"B-Bet?"

"Told Sohn she was never going to be able to trick Morgana into eating her sticky cookie," the Pidgeot grumbled. "Now I gotta constantly watch my back. The wager was one of her tricks. I win, and I'm immune for a while. I lose, and I can't claim a treat from whatever she does to me next."

"I think she weaseled that bet out of all of us," a bulkier Seismitoad in leathers grumbled, Melody shaking her head before turning to Nia. "As long as she doesn't touch my guitar. So who is it? Your favorite in the harem. It's me, right? Fellow amphibian?"

Hina slunk back a bit with a nervous giggle. "I mean, you're definitely cool…"

"Me?" Hana asked brightly, the Ampharos bouncing ahead and whirling to address Hina and Sierra. "Or maybe Nessa? Victoria?"

"I don't even know everyone! Just… a bunch of you!" Hina squeaked. "B-But, no, it's… um… the Scizor, Ryuko."

"Ryuko!" Ashley exclaimed while Hana excitedly clapped for her Beta. "Damn, I'd have never guessed her. What about you, Sierra? You know much about Master and the harem?"

Sierra shook her heads. "Just what the Professor told me," she replied. "I never really got into sport battling before. Everyone always claims I'm cheating."

"Because of the two bodies, huh," Melody sighed. "Silla would love to meet you."

"Who?"

"Hydreigon. One of my harem sisters." Melody pushed the doors of the condominium open and led the group into a common area. "Well, hope you both are ready to see a lot of new faces. Everyone's been making bets on what kind of a pokegirl Nick would be choosing to get started with him in Kalos."

Ashley released them to let Hina and Sierra deposit their bags in a corner before turning to the larger gaggle of chattering pokegirls filling the room. After a moment Hina felt something poking her and she glanced down to see one of Sierra's hands worming its way into hers.

"Nervous?" she asked the Charmander quietly.

Sierra nodded.

"So am I," Hina whispered. "I think I'm still in shock. Nothing feels real." Sierra's fingers squeezed down. "You ready?"

"Let's go," Sierra whispered back.

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"…and that's that!"

Nicholas followed Professor Sycamore into his office and took a seat at the desk. "Fantastic facilities you've got here," he said as the other man closed the door and walked around to sit in his chair. "What's this?"

"Oh, most of the stuff in here is random junk that I've studied in my quest to truly understand Mega Evolution," Professor Sycamore replied as Nicholas reached out to pick up an oddly shaped object from his desk. "One of my contacts discovered that at an archaeological site and asked me to take a look. It seems to be infused with some kind of energy, which makes sense considering where it was found. The rubble of the ancient kingdom that stood over three thousand years ago." Nicholas inspected the object in his hand. It was some kind of hard polymer or black stone, cut into a complex geometrical shape that he didn't recognize. "It's said that the land is tainted by the energy of the weapon that ended that kingdom, and that taint is what has formed the stones that trigger Mega Evolution."

"Yeah, Steven told me about that." Nicholas turned the object over in his hands. "Really interesting shape it's got. What's it called?"

"It is an interesting shape, isn't it? It's supposedly something called a 'truncated octahedron', but I just call it a cube," Professor Sycamore chuckled. "It's got six square sides in there! I'm not crazy!"

Nicholas chuckled with him and poked at one of the hexagonal faces that was different from the others. "Did a bit break off on this side? There's a crack in the middle."

"No, I think that's intentionally chipped away," Professor Sycamore replied. "The crack is sort of a hexagon itself, and was probably made to reveal the crystalline interior of the geode. I assume it was a decorative piece." Professor Sycamore shrugged. "The ruin it was discovered in seemed like some kind of temple."

"An ancient blackstone obelisk," Nicholas joked, placing the object back down on the desk and turning his attention to the other man. "So. What are you looking for from me with your research?"

The two chattered away for hours. On the desk between them, the oils from Nicholas' fingers were slowly vanishing from where he'd touched the green crystal within the 'crack' on the object. As they were absorbed an almost imperceptible green light began to shine from the edges of the truncated octahedron until the exposed crystal flashed pure white. With the face turned away from both men neither noticed as a tiny, formless green ooze slowly leaked from the surface, dropping to the desk as the object went dormant once more. A few moments passed. Then the ooze began to pulse, shifting towards Nicholas and picking up speed as it snaked its way over the edge of the desk and down towards his feet. It almost seemed to pause when it reached Nicholas' shoe before climbing up and onto his leg, pausing again and pulling back slightly as if inspecting the coiled dragon around the man's shin before pushing onto the material and quickly vanishing into the Key Stone. The only sign of its presence a faint, pulsing green glow within the dragon's eyes.

Eventually Nicholas checked the time and stood. "I should get back to my harem. When should I come back for the first tests?"

"I'll let you know when we're ready, if that works?" Professor Sycamore asked, grinning when Nicholas nodded and extended his hand to shake. "Feel free to visit anytime though, Champion. The girls loved it. Next time I'll introduce you to Genevieve."

"That's the Gabite you were talking about?" Nicholas grinned back when Professor Sycamore nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Until then!"

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Hina felt a bit overwhelmed as the hours wore on, the many, many pokegirls of Nicholas' harem having wandered in and out of the commons while making introductions, conversation, and generally welcoming their two newest sisters. Or just her, at this point. She didn't even know where Sierra had gone. The Charmander had been called to follow someone what felt like ages ago. Leaving her alone, at least until another young pokegirl named Morrigan had appeared, a relatively human-looking pokegirl with a moderate chest in casual clothing. The Kirlia had immediately installed herself as the Froakie's buffer to the rest of the harem.

"Tamer on approach," a crystalline voice rang out through the common area, prompting the pokegirls within to scramble about.

"Who was that?" Hina whispered as she watched the sudden flurry of activity around them.

"Jade. The big pile of rocks by the door," Morrigan replied, flopping onto the couch with her and adjusting her t-shirt and shorts. "You ready?"

"Ready for what?" Hina asked quickly.

"Oh, you know," Morrigan chuckled. "The big man doesn't like making new girls wait."

Shrieks heralded Nicholas' arrival, the laughing man moving through the door to begin greeting the pokegirls mobbing him. Hina's eyes were wide as Nicholas made his way through the crowd to stand in front of where she was sitting. "Hina! How did things go? Everyone welcomed you, I expect?"

"O-Of course, um, Master," Hina stammered. "I lost track of Sierra, though…"

"She got pulled off to meet the other dragons I'd bet," Nicholas said. "I hope she found Silla. Morrigan! How are you doing today? Feeling ready to evolve yet?"

Morrigan chuckled and leaned back on the couch, the Everstone that had once graced Quinn's neck now nestled against her own. "Still don't know which way I want to go," the Kirlia replied. "I'm definitely feeling ready though."

"Your mothers aren't pushing you too hard I hope."

"Not to one way or the other, but they're still pretty pushy," Morrigan grumbled. "Quinn's always talking about how I can be what she couldn't and Morgana keeps saying that I should decide quickly so I can carve my place in your harem." Morrigan rolled her eyes. "I'm not like Vika. I don't care about replacing one of them, I just want to be my own pokegirl."

"And you know that I will support you in that effort," Nicholas said firmly.

"Yeah. I appreciate it." Morrigan lifted a hand to bump against the fist Nicholas offered. "Any chance I can sneak a moment before you break in the new girls?"

Nicholas laughed and leaned down to give the Kirlia a soft kiss. "You're going to scare Hina, you rascal." Morrigan let out a contented sigh when Nicholas' hands slid around her back and down to cup her butt, his position causing her shirt to pull tightly against her body and highlight her erect, perky breasts. "Kalmiya told me you were helping her stay calm," he murmured into the Kirlia's ear. "Today is for them, but a kind pokegirl deserves a proper reward." He pulled back and gave her a wink. "Just not here in front of poor Hina. Two tokens should do."

"Two tokens and a free tease?" Morrigan moaned, the Kirlia's hands starting to twitch towards her own body. "Oh, you spoil me… mind if I get back to my room?"

"Go ahead. Have fun." Nicholas was chuckling as Morrigan vanished and he turned to Hina. "Sorry about that. Do you think you can hold out until we find Sierra and get to my room?"

Hina blinked. "Hold out? From what? I'm good. What are those tokens about?"

Nicholas lifted an eyebrow. She wasn't lying. Hina seemed completely unfazed by his teasing of Morrigan. "It's a system the Alphas came up with," he explained. "Every week each pokegirl is given a token worth one uninterrupted hour of my free time, and they can spend, trade, or save them as they wish. First come first serve." He waited while Hina got to her feet. "Tokens have also become the default reward for harem competitions, what the Alphas and I give out for performance reviews or other honors, basically the harem currency. It's really helped make sure everyone gets a fair chance to spend personal time with me - whether that's for a special taming session or some other activity. My word is still final, though. Sometimes I choose to spend time with someone without them spending tokens for it. That's just how the tamer works." He gave Hina a smile. "Like today. The rest of the day is set aside for you and Sierra, and nobody else."

"…Ah," Hina murmured. "That's what she meant."

"Hm?"

"Just something Morrigan… S-So that means you, and me, are going to have sex…?" Hina asked, following behind while Nicholas began searching for Sierra.

"Sex! Hahaha, it has been a while since I've heard a pokegirl actually say it straight. That's right! A good old-fashioned 'welcome to my harem' taming. Otherwise known as some sex," Nicholas chuckled. "Not just you and me though. You, me, and Sierra too. Once we find her." He turned to give Hina a grin. "I assume this will be your first time?"

"Yeah, um… with a human."

"I know you're nervous. I promise to take things only at whatever pace you choose," Nicholas said, holding a hand out to her and returning it to his side when Hina hesitated. "And you know, if things don't work out between us, that's fine too. Don't feel pressured into lying about that just because I'm your new tamer."

"N-No!" Hina quickly exclaimed, fidgeting as she hurried her steps to get next to him and then faltered to drop a few behind before repeating the process all over again. "That's not… I'm sorry, that's not what I was thinking about at all, I… Nothing so far has made me think we won't… get along… like that, I was just thinking about… I don't know, I'm a bit weird, I guess, I'm sorry…" Nicholas stopped walking and turned to listen to Hina stammer. "Like I know that hearing you say we're going to have sex should be exciting, you're my new tamer, and everyone's always said how the first time is the most special, and all, but maybe I'm just too nervous…?"

"If you don't want to have sex with me right now then I'm not going to force you to," Nicholas said gently. "Just because I usually welcome tame pokegirls to the harem with a taming session doesn't mean it's a requirement. I do it because pokegirls like sex. It's meant to be an enjoyable bonding activity for both of us."

Hina cleared her throat. "Well I'm a pokegirl, aren't I…?"

"Yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean you want to spread your legs whenever your tamer asks," Nicholas replied. "I've known plenty of pokegirls who are content only having sex when they need it, and plenty others who would be in my pants all day if I let them be. Pokegirls who are always down to fuck when I approach them, and some who would rather just have my presence while they're pursuing their hobbies. Some who combine the two." He chuckled. "There's an Alakazam here, Cassidy. One of her favorite things to have me do is tame her while she's doing research. She says the stimulation helps her think better." He gave Hina a smile. "You're not weird, Hina. You're you. Your own unique pokegirl, with your own unique opinions and tastes."

"You really don't think I'm weird…?" Hina breathed, finally letting him take her by the hand as Nicholas turned to continue down the hallway.

"Not at all," Nicholas replied, slowing his pace so that Hina was walking normally beside him. "Now come on. Let's go pick up Sierra. I think Silla's had enough time to get to know her."

"How do you know where she is?" Hina asked as Nicholas took an abrupt turn. "She vanished ages ago."

"Great question. Is it alright if I wait to explain until we've got Sierra with us?" Nicholas asked, smiling when Hina nodded. "Great. She's not too far."

It was only a handful of dragons lounging within the room Nicholas entered. Sierra, of course, her heads turning to look at him when he walked through the door. But also Silla, the Hydreigon standing nearby the Charmander, and both Lili and Zisela, the Tyranitar and Garchomp close enough to be a part of the group but far enough away to show that they were only observing Silla and Sierra.

"I see you've already taken notice of the latest dragon to our weyr, Lili," Nicholas chuckled, strolling in to reach Sierra's side. "And I'm glad you could meet Silla, Sierra. Somewhat kindred spirits, you two."

"She is incredible," Silla said, beaming as Sierra began to blush and mumble quiet protests. "Her bodies are simply one. Even I still sometimes catch one of my heads going off on its own." She pushed lightly on her left head with her middle before all three broke into laughter. "She is an inspiration to me."

"Slightly different situations, but hey, that's great," Nicholas laughed and threw his arm over Sierra's shoulders. "You mind if I steal her for some alone time?"

Silla bobbed her heads with a smile. "Of course, Weyrleader. It was great meeting you, Sierra."

"You, um, too," Sierra replied, her eyes flicking towards Lili and Zisela for a moment when Nicholas turned her around before falling in with him as they returned to where Hina waited in the doorway. "Will I see them again?"

"You'll each see the members of the entire harem many times, I'd hope," Nicholas replied, turning to lead the two back into the main hall. "You're both a part of it now. We'll be on our own during our journey, but whenever we're not I would expect you'll have many chances to mingle with your new sisters." He glanced back at the two pokegirls. "In fact the next two weeks will probably have you even training with them. But the reason for that is a secret I'll reveal later."

"So how did you know where Sierra was? And who she was with?"

Nicholas nodded at Hina. "In a word, aura. Are either of you familiar with the concept?" When both pokegirls looked mystified Nicholas explained. "It's a type of energy, kind of like the energy you each use as pokegirls. Life force, essentially, and every living thing emanates a unique pattern of it. I can sense those patterns around me. So, I could find where Sierra was."

"Whoa," Hina breathed. "That's really cool."

"What does my pattern look like?" Sierra piped up.

Nicholas didn't respond until they'd reached the doors he was heading towards and only then did he turn to smile at the bright-eyed Charmander. "It looks like one, strong presence," he said, squatting down a bit and taking Sierra's hands in his own. "And I could feel it fluctuating a bit when you asked that question. Know that I see you as what you are, Sierra. I am not Augustine. I will not cut you in half just to satisfy someone's curiosity."

He felt the two hands in his tighten their grip as Sierra's tail flicked past. "Thank you," she whispered.

"I am afraid that I am just one man, however," Nicholas said, gently pulling her forwards into the condo's entryway. "I'd like to welcome you to my harem today, but I have a feeling there's going to be a learning curve with your extra features."

"You can just say I have two bodies. I get that it's essentially true," Sierra replied, clearing her throats when Nicholas let go of her and began drifting towards the open door to the bedroom. "But thank you, for saying all that. I can tell you're really trying."

"Do you have a favorite pussy?"

A moment of stunned silence before Sierra burst out laughing at the question, eagerly moving to pull her clothes off with him while Hina just drifted to the side to watch. "I don't know why I was so nervous," she said excitedly, the front door swinging shut behind them as she chased Nicholas into the bedroom. "You're the best thing that could have gotten me out of that lab."

"Well I'm absolutely flattered you would say that," Nicholas laughed, doing his best to split his focus between the twin naked bodies pressing against him. "Is there an answer to my question?"

"I'm right-handed," Sierra replied, pulling back slightly as her arms crossed, the left body's right hand sliding down to begin slipping her fingers between her right body's folds, her right's left hand taking a similar position above her left's groin but rubbing over the clitoris instead. "So I… ah… guess I prefer to do this." Nicholas helped her fall onto the mattress and got up himself, taking a good, long look at the panting Charmander below him.

Considering how completely identical her bodies were he only needed to really look at one of them to get the entire picture of this unique pokegirl, but that didn't mean he didn't feel extra excitement from seeing two Charmander in front of him. He'd have been more than satisfied with just one of her. Sierra was a perfect Charmander, a vibrant orange her primary skin color, with a light cream-colored patch spreading from the base of her throats to expand down the front of her torsos and over her groins back along the underside of her tails, though with how she twisted them together it turned the whole into a very visually pleasing orange-and-cream swirl instead. The lighter color covered the soles of her feet as well, he noticed, when she lifted her legs to assist her fingers in spreading her right body's pussy lips. It all allowed Sierra's vibrant, light blue eyes to pop out, especially with the contrast they got from the short, messy deep red hair on her heads. She was well equipped for a first-stage pokegirl as well, both in the form of the thick claws tipping her fingers and toes, and also her chests, which while not the largest he'd ever seen were still fine, perky breasts. If what he remembered seeing in other Charizard through the years rang true for Sierra, she'd definitely be growing those substantially as she evolved.

"You coming?" Sierra asked, the right hand not occupied with fingering herself lifting to tilt in his direction, while the free left began exploring its way across her chest and kneading her breasts. "I'm curious what a real dick feels like."

Nicholas chuckled and brought the member in question around to slip past Sierra's fingers. "Then I shouldn't leave you wondering."

Sierra's breath whistled out of her mouths as she gasped, the muscles Nicholas could feel flexing as he slid all the way into the Charmander, and a glance at her other body showed it tensing up in the same way. Her hands were faltering in favor of his dick so when Nicholas pulled back he pulled all the way out, quickly switching to Sierra's other pussy and pushing deep. He was rewarded by a piercing squeal and Sierra's arms all flinging over her heads simultaneously, her fingers digging into the sheets as she panted. "So, which one?" Nicholas joked, pulling out again and swapping back to his original target. "Right, or left?" he asked, measuring the speed of his insertion to drag out the sensations Sierra was feeling and make her backs arch from the pleasure. "Right… or left? Or right… or left…?" He was picking up the speed as he went, pulling Sierra's bodies closer together to make it easier to swap back and forth and was surprised when she suddenly grabbed at her own body, wrapping herself in an embrace and crushing her mouths together as a heady moan escaped past her lips. Soon she'd turned into a completely twisted mess of limbs, her bodies grinding against each other with her breasts squished together, her jaws working as she kissed herself, and even her vaginas shoved together, rubbing back and forth with her legs entwined. Making it so that, as Nicholas pushed between the two folds between Sierra's legs, he wasn't entirely sure when he was penetrating her, and when he was just sliding between her labia. It certainly didn't seem to matter to Sierra which was happening. Her bodies shook whenever she came, a low orgasmic moan echoing from her chests before she finally broke the kiss and chose instead to rest, continuing to let out soft, trembling cries as Nicholas thrust, finding the warmth of a pussy, dragging his length over her clits, his own arms drawing around her as he stroked the Charmander's hair, until she finally relaxed, a shuddering sigh going through her bodies while her limbs slid apart.

"So?" Nicholas murmured again, smiling down at Sierra's blissful expression. "Right or left?"

"I lost track of which was which," Sierra whispered, sighing happily and letting her eyelids flutter shut when Nicholas gave each of her noses a kiss. "Getting tamed like that is so, so much better than when I did it myself."

"I'm glad that I could satisfy." Nicholas patted Sierra's thigh and shifted so he was sitting on the side of the bed, looking at Hina. "I'll let you enjoy the afterglow."

Silence, at least for a minute, and he used that time to take a nice look at the Froakie standing in front of him. Just like Sierra, Hina was a perfect example of her breed – what he could see of her at least. He couldn't deny that her style really complemented her looks, though. The sheer black top and bottoms provided nice contrast to what appeared to be a nearly uniform light blue skin color, and the way she had her pale purple and cream jacket hanging half open gave the illusion of cleavage, even if he could see that Hina's breasts weren't yet large enough to actually create any. Since he couldn't see much of her legs or torso his eyes drifted towards the rest of her, a glance down to Hina's bare feet, ever so slightly inhuman in shape with her toes splayed out to firmly secure her to the floor, and back up to her arms, the light blue skin transitioning abruptly to a delicate, pure white when it reached her hands. His gaze continued until it found Hina's face, the dark blue stripe of skin that covered her nose and ran up to split her short, dark blue hair the only true marking across her entire body, and settled on Hina's eyes, staring into the golden orbs until she glanced away and spoke. "Hey, Master."

"Hey yourself," Nicholas chuckled. "Still too nervous?"

Hina nodded. "I'm sorry for not being as eager as Sierra is. I'm still trying to accept what's happening. That it's really you. That I'm really here."

"There's nothing to apologize about, Hina," Nicholas replied. "I remember what you said back at the lab. You've dreamt of meeting me, right? Fantasized?" He smirked when Hina squirmed. "I know how pokegirl fantasies usually go. Now you're living one and you're terrified you'll wake up."

"Heh…"

"There's nothing to wake up from," Nicholas teased. "You're really here. It's really me. It's not going to be like when you've lain awake at night, gazing at the face on your TV, wishing as your fingers pushed deeper that it was something else inside of you. Because now I'm real."

Hina's face was burning and she whirled away. "N-No," she stammered, "no, no, I've never, it's never been, l-like that, I'm not just, I…"

"Hina, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Nicholas laughed. "I know you're nervous. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. But I also know that all pokegirls have the same urges. You must be fighting yours right now, and all I want is to help you understand that…" he trailed off. Hina was trembling after his teasing, sure, but her body language was… he shifted more upright. "Hina?"

A strangled laugh from the Froakie. "But it's not like that at all," she whispered, her forehead pressed against the wall as tears welled in her eyes and her bubbles slowly frothed across the back of her neck. "You think you understand but you don't. You don't at all. I'm not a normal pokegirl, like Sierra, I… I wish I could be," she choked out, the tears beginning to drip down her cheeks. "I wish I could be normal for you."

"Hina…"

"Yes. I've dreamt of being in your harem. Every day since the one when I learned who you were," Hina hiccupped. "I never stopped wanting to be one of your pokegirls. But not because of that. Never anything like that!"

"So help me understand." Hina's jerking sobs slowed when she heard the quiet voice behind her. "You're right. Apparently, I don't understand you at all. But I'd like to." Nicholas was gazing at her solemnly when Hina slowly tilted her head so that one puffy eye could find him. "I'd very much like to understand what I've done to make the incredible Froakie I've met cry." He gave her a small smile. "I'd like to avoid doing it again."

Hina sniffled and turned back to the wall. "You couldn't have known," she managed to get out. "How weird I really am."

Nicholas was letting his eyes linger on her back while he thought. "It's not like that at all," he said, parroting her earlier words. "Why is it you've always wanted to be my pokegirl, Hina? What is it you've fantasized about?"

"From the day I hatched I wanted to be stronger," Hina whispered, her entire body hunching up slightly as she spoke. "Once I saw you, and the pokegirls around you, I've wanted nothing more than to be one of them. It's no special fantasy," she said bitterly, her fingers curling into a fist that pressed into the wall next to her head. "I could name a dozen pokegirls with the same dream."

"So could I. But none of them are you."

Silence fell over the bedroom. Sierra peacefully dozing, Hina staring at the wall, Nicholas staring at her. Until she finally turned back around to look at him. "I'm not a normal pokegirl."

"And Sierra is?" Nicholas joked with a small smile, holding it even though Hina didn't smile back. "Hina, I don't care. None of my pokegirls are entirely 'normal'. I chose you to join my harem because you impressed me and I don't think there's anything you could say that would make me change my mind."

"If I said I've never dreamt of having sex with you because I've never dreamt of having sex at all?" Hina asked, her voice cracking as she fought back the tears threatening to return to her eyes. "If I told you that I feel nothing towards you? Towards anyone?"

Nicholas blinked. Then again, slowly, as he processed what Hina had just said. "Nothing? Towards anyone?" he asked, watching Hina bury her face in her hands. "As in sexually? You have no sexual urges?"

"I've never understood why we, why pokegirls are meant to obsessed with sex," Hina forced out. "I've never felt any of what everyone else talks about. I'd hoped that maybe, if I found a tamer I liked, then I would feel something, then I could finally understand… but it's you." She hiccupped. "It's you, and I still feel nothing at all!"

"But you're a pokegirl," Nicholas said, light confusion coloring his words. "Pokegirls… Pokegirls crave sex. It's a biological fact, the instinct hardwired into you to help stave off the feral state. But you…?"

"No," Hina sobbed. "I feel nothing. I've never felt anything. Whenever Gloria would talk about wanting to meet a big strong pokegirl who could fill her up I'd just roll my eyes. When you were going on about how I must have dreamt of feeling you inside of me I just felt despair." She sniffed. "I want to," she whispered, her bubbles having made their way up the back of her head now to begin creeping around her face. "You're the tamer I've dreamed of. I want you. In every way I can imagine, except that."

"Oh, Hina," Nicholas breathed. "This is why you didn't react when I was fondling Morrigan. Why you've just been standing over there watching me and Sierra, I… I should have guessed. It seems so obvious now." Hina sniffed again, letting her hands fall as her bubbles finished covering her face entirely. "You were nervous whenever I talked about having sex with you, less because you were nervous about your first time, but more that you were trying to think of how to react. Is that right? You've been desperately trying to think how to pretend for me? To make yourself seem… 'normal'?"

Hina nodded miserably. "I'd been hoping I could just let it happen," she said. "See what I felt. I know it's supposed to be pleasurable so that could have been nice, but… but then you started asking questions. I panicked." She hung her head. "I started to get afraid," she mumbled, her voice muffled by her bubbles. "Would you still want a pokegirl who didn't want you?"

There was no silence when Hina fell quiet this time. Nicholas was laughing. Nigh inaudibly at first, his chest barely shaking, but it didn't take long for the sound to reach Hina's ears. "Would I still want a pokegirl who didn't want to have sex with me?" Nicholas asked, laughing louder and causing Hina's head to snap back up towards him. "Hina, there is not a single pokegirl who got her place in my harem because she made my dick feel good. I have sex with them because it's what they need. It's how they stave off the feral state – with the pleasure it brings a nice additional benefit. And while I assume you will, eventually, need to at least go through the motions yourself, what I told you before hasn't changed." He smiled at her. "You don't want to have sex with me? That's fine. I won't force you to. I might still tease you occasionally, and I apologize for that, but I'll do my best to remember that you're just not interested. You can still be my pokegirl, Hina. I still want you to be a part of my harem."

Hina was staring out from within her bubbles as Nicholas finished speaking and she remained standing where she was for a moment more before stumbling forwards, throwing her arms out and Nicholas caught her, brought her into his embrace – before he was abruptly reminded of his still-raging erection when he felt it poke into the soft material of Hina's leggings. She squeaked, he yelped, the head of his penis pushing into her crotch for just a moment before her weight forced it out of the way and she finished dropping onto his lap to crush him into his thighs.

"Owowowww…" Nicholas gasped, Hina scrambling to try and get away from the pressure she felt against her butt. "Shit, I forgot, I'm sorry…"

"OhmygoshI'msosorry-!" Hina babbled, flinching whenever she felt the pulsing warmth underneath her twitch. "I, I'm sorry, M-Master, I'll get off-"

"No no, it's… it's fine, just give it a moment," Nicholas managed, breathing easier once he could feel himself softening. "I'm sorry," he repeated, shifting to further pull his member away from Hina's body. "I still feel that way towards you, and you apparently not wearing any underwear is certainly not helping." He gently parted the bubbles over Hina's face so he could give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "But you don't feel that way towards me," he whispered, smiling at the tearful expression he'd revealed. "And Hina. That's okay."

Hina bent down to rest her head against his chest. "It's really okay?"

"It is. Though if you wanted to try sitting down again without your pants on…"

"No."

"I figured."

Hina remained quietly nestled against him for a while before she spoke again. "I still can't believe you don't think I'm weird."

"Would it make you feel better if I said I did, just not in the way you're so concerned about?" Nicholas asked, looking down when Hina pulled her head back to look up at him. "I'm a researcher, just like Professor Sycamore. So hearing you talk about what you experience is intriguing, and makes me curious to learn more, but that's entirely different from me thinking you're 'weird'. I don't think you're weird at all. Just different. Unique." He smiled at her. "You."

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"It's just Morgana who's coming with me, all the rest of you know that!" Nicholas called, laughing as the massive crowd of pokegirls around him began letting out various noises of disappointment. "Sera, I should be back for your time tonight, and Hina! Sierra!" He grinned at where the two younger pokegirls were mixed into the crowd. "This is the last scheduled event I've got for a while. Tomorrow we begin training for our journey across Kalos!"

"I still can't believe you're making me do this, Master," Morgana said as they left the condominium, holding herself up for the paparazzi but letting her voice carry the nervous excitement she felt to Nicholas. "Champion Diantha's Alpha…"

"You don't have to beat her today, Morgana. You just need to posture for the cameras," Nicholas replied, reaching a hand up to pat the towering Gardevoir on the back. "Just don't let her break your composure. You can do that, can't you? My big strong Gardevoir you?"

Morgana straightened up. "Of course, Master. Whatever you need of me."

"That's my girl."

Their destination was the same as Hina's had been just a day before, though today Nicholas was not forced to detour away from it. Magenta Plaza. As he and Morgana entered the area he couldn't even see a hint of the proving grounds event. The city had already moved on.

A small crowd was gathered at one of the restaurants that sat along the edge of the plaza and it parted when Nicholas arrived, excited voices clamoring as onlookers pushed in, security fighting to keep the way clear, and the throng meant it took Nicholas over ten minutes just to clear the final few steps to duck inside the establishment. Finally, though, he made it into the quiet interior. Keeping his breathing light as he and Morgana approached the large booth where two other figures sat.

"Ah, c'est Champion Nicholas!" one of the two called, and Nicholas paused to give the woman a slight bow when he got close. "You have made it. J'espère que mes fans- Ah, pardon. My fans did not bother you much at the door, I hope?" Diantha gave Nicholas a beaming smile. "Désolée, when I am at home, I so often struggle to remember whether it is English ou français I should be speaking."

Nicholas laughed. "Je te pardonne, belle Championne Diantha. But I am afraid I did not meet your fans outside." He took his seat while matching Diantha's smile as Morgana settled in opposite to the Gardevoir next to the woman. "I met my own."

The camera crews documenting the meeting between the two Champions were already in action and Diantha leaned in slightly towards Nicholas with the ghost of a different smile flickering at her lips. "You have always been such the charming man, haven't you, Champion Nicholas?" Diantha murmured, low enough so the microphones wouldn't catch her words. "Ever the benevolent dragon, even as your claws crush your foes underfoot, n'est-ce pas?"

Nicholas maintained his smile. "And you are the dragon crusher, Champion Diantha? N'est-ce pas?"

"Oui. I am glad we understand one another." Diantha returned to a neutral position. "Well it is good that you could make it here today, Champion Nicholas. Kalos, nay, the world is eager to witness our meeting."

"A meeting beyond this simple thing, but this is important too," Nicholas replied with a light chuckle. "Shall we begin?"

Diantha nodded and both turned to the cameras as the first reporter stepped forwards. "Let us begin."

The questions lasted for hours. Nicholas quickly found himself outpaced by Diantha, as the champion-cum-actress was no stranger to a press junket while he had only begun experiencing them. It made him eternally grateful that this one was limited to just the major outlets within Lumiose City. By the end of things he had managed only a few strong responses while Diantha had all but taken control of the afternoon, steering the reporters with her sparkling charisma in a perfect display of why she, herself, was already a globally recognized name.

"But where was the confidence, Champion Nicholas?" he heard a teasing voice ask, sighing and turning to raise his glass of water to Diantha in salute. "Do not tell me that a simple interview was enough to drain you of your je n'sais quoi?"

"You certainly beat me today, Champion Diantha," Nicholas replied, giving Diantha a respectful tilt of his head when she stopped next to him. "I will have to train far harder for our next bout."

"Ah, la performance est bien moins importante que la bataille," Diantha muttered. "It matters not how much more popular I may be, when that day comes we meet within the arena, I am sure your true strength will be shown." Diantha laughed. "Besides, I have an unfair advantage, no? Je suis la belle championne, as you so graciously say."

Nicholas laughed back. "Beautiful you certainly are, Champion Diantha, but I am beginning to see the appeal in growing that part of my image as well. My soon to be wife has spun up modelling work with a Zebstrika named Indra and I've been requested for a few of their photoshoots."

"C'est exact, I have seen you in some magazines!" Diantha exclaimed. "Ah, male modelling est un art… Désolée, I have been doing it again. It is sometimes so difficult to think before I speak!" She and Nicholas laughed together. "I wished to say that, male modelling is an under-appreciated art, Champion Nicholas." Diantha gave him a warm smile. "A man can be just as beautiful as a woman, and it is good you are there to show that."

"Well I am quite flattered, Champion Diantha."

"Beauty is found in all things. Humans, pokegirls, the world around us." Nicholas and Diantha turned to greet the man walking up to them. "Champions, thank you for the honor of having my establishment be the backdrop to your interviews today."

"The honor is but ours!" Diantha cried, smiling as the newcomer bowed. "Monsieur Lysandre, your philanthropy is known across all of Kalos. Champion Nicholas, have you yet had a chance to meet…?"

"Can't say I have," Nicholas said, smiling and extending a hand to shake the orange-haired man's. "You're the owner of this restaurant?"

"It and far more besides," Lysandre replied. "I dabble in many different things, but my main interest is in my research division, the unfortunately quite egotistically named Lysandre Labs." He laughed. "I suppose that is the norm, though, isn't it? Most pokegirl researchers do the same, including our very own Augustine Sycamore here in Lumiose. We however look to apply our research towards the betterment of all. For example, Champion Nicholas, have you heard of our latest leap forwards in communications technology, the Holo Caster?"

"I know it's all over the news here in Kalos, but that it hasn't reached an international market yet," Nicholas replied. "I will say, it's impressive technology. A decade ago portable hologram projectors were a dream for the general public, and from what I understand you've made that dream a reality."

"Indeed! Though, we will likely not be able to justify expanding production beyond Kalos without finding ways to integrate the Holo Caster with existing technology, such as a tamer's pokedex," Lysandre sighed. "Even here we have struggled some with convincing tamers to purchase both the all-in-one marvel that is the pokedex and our, while impressive, technical 'add-on' – though we have had great success in taking market share from generic communications devices. Ah, well. Marketing and sales are not what I am interested in." Lysandre grinned. "No, I am interested in using our advancements towards building a brighter future! The Holo Caster is but one step towards that future, and one day I hope that it can be placed in the hands of every man, woman, and child across this planet so that none are denied access to the answers they seek. Knowledge is power, after all. Which is why so much of my corporation's profits are immediately reinvested into our research."

"A truly commendable goal," Nicholas said. "I also hope to see our world find a brighter future. It's why I work so hard to unite humans and pokegirls. Our future can be brighter together."

"That is it exactly! We who are chosen to make the world better must work tirelessly to achieve that goal. Ahhh." Lysandre sighed and let his eyes drift. "A better world. A more beautiful world. If only beauty could be eternal. But beauty is delicate. The intricate petals of a rose, curling with age. It is such a shame." Lysandre blinked and returned to Diantha. "Why, I am sure you understand, Championne Diantha. When you were first chosen to be an actress your beauty captured the world! Even now it is quite stunning, but do you not wish you could have retained your youthful beauty forever?"

"What a strange question," Diantha mused. "Why would I wish to play the same roles forever? Youth may be beautiful, but it's not all there is to life. Everything changes, the same as you and Champion Nicholas work to change the future, yes? I want to live and change like that too. So I have been excited to play different roles as I got older."

"Everything beautiful should stay that way forever," Lysandre murmured. "You, who have dedicated your life to making people happy… Oh, if only everyone in this world were like you, Championne." He gave Diantha a beaming smile. "If that was, then what a beautiful world this would be! It is for people like you that I strive, Championne Diantha. For I can not stand the thought of this world becoming uglier." He turned to give Nicholas another slight bow. "Thank you both again for the honor of gracing my establishment, Champions. I apologize for taking your time. If you will excuse me?"

"Of course."

Nicholas watched Lysandre walk away to begin talking to one of the waiters. "Without change, the better, more beautiful world we strive for would never be." Nicholas turned to smile at Diantha. "He's an interesting man, but his heart's in the right place."

"As is yours, Champion Nicholas." Diantha sighed wistfully. "I am looking forward to our eventual battle. The goal you have, to unite pokegirls and humans, it is so very important. It is that unity that leads to the bonds between us, and those bonds I have with my harem are so very special to me." She had turned to gaze at where her Gardevoir was talking to Morgana. "It is the bond I share with Tiphanie that enables us to be our very best. Something I know you understand well."

"Yeah."

"I will insist that you find those bonds with whichever pokegirls you meet here in Kalos," Diantha said softly. "But why do I worry? I have no doubt that on the day you finally come to face me it will be beside pokegirls who rival my own."

Nicholas chuckled quietly. "That is certainly the plan, Champion Diantha. Until then?"

"Until then, Champion Nicholas," Diantha said, turning and matching his smile as the two shook hands.

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Tamer: Nicholas Topolski

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Harem:

Hina, Froakie – Level 5

Sierra, Charmander – Level 5