Ch. 1

Chronicles of a Pokegirl Tamer

 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokegirls. Metroanime or someone else owns the rights to the concept, and I’m merely using them to write this story.

 

Tamer info:

Name: Lucifer S. K. Gentzelheim

Age: 18

Hair: black

General body shape: Not too athletic

Blood type: unknown

Blood Gifts/Curse: None known

Preferred type: None

Motto: “I will be the best I can be.”

 

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As Lucifer opened his eyes, a sullen mood settled into his body as he grasped for the clock, waiting for his mind to kick in. his body woke up after a few moments, his feet hitting the ground as he rose automatically, looking out of the window to see the sun rising above the clouds once more. “Great… Now, breakfast.” He muttered to himself as he trudged downstairs, putting on some slacks to make himself appear slightly more human.

 

“Good morning Suria.” His mother said, raising a hand as Lucifer merely waved back without enthusiasm, his body seating itself at the table, where she poured him a cup of steaming hot Miltits milk with some added sugar to sweeten it up.
“Drink up Suria, today you’re going to get your Tamer’s license!”

 

He cracked a soft smile at that. It had been his dream, to go to and find his father who had conveniently disappeared seconds after his birth. He didn’t remember much from his youth, only a few vague blurs, with some people wearing league emblems and some talks, his mother telling something about how he was special. He didn’t remember a whole lot about them, other then that he was special, and that his father had been special too.

 

Sukebe was a man who he was interested in, even though he had died 300 years ago. It was sad, really, that such a great man who had created pokegirls would have been killed. Sure, he did devastate most of the human populace, but still, he had to admire the magic that the man had used. The legendary pokewomen he had created were still heard of today, and he, Lucifer Suria Gentzelheim, would become one of the few that would search for them.

 

In his dreams, deranged as they were, he still saw ice-colored wings, along with shapely breasts. The visage of such a pokegirl was stunning to him, especially since information about the legendaries was hard to come by. He supposed it was his mind that shaped the image of Articunt, giving her the breasts that he had imagined her to have, the icy plumage being a load different then in his dreams, since that dream had shifted to him being charged at by a horde of Feral Bunnygirls, Bunnygirls shouldn’t even do that, they were too stupid to think for themselves, but they did look good.

 

As he slowly walked down the road towards the local pokecentre, he spied some of his fellow schoolmates standing in line before it, the door apparently still closed. The town wherein he lived Tapass town, wasn’t that great if you considered just where it was positioned, just besides the main travelroutes, giving them not a lot of people that came here, but they did have a pokecentre, along with a small pokegirl professor, who had a small lab here, to try and document change within the pokegirl that were under his supervision. He would probably also supervise the test they would have to do before they got their Tamer license, which he was trying to get. Having studied beforehand, he knew that it would be tough to do, but still, it was viable for everyone to take the test and not come out bad, the money needed being minor in cost, the printing costs for the license being taken into accord with the price, the slc only being slightly higher than the average wedding cake, which could get up to 700 slc per cake.

 

“Luci, old girly-boy, what’re you going to do here? Taking the test to be a Tamer, aren’t ya?” Lucifer mentally counted to ten, then opened his eyes, looking at the owner of the voice, who had mocked him so. “I wouldn’t say that too loudly, Damien. It’ll be you who gets the Dildoran.” There was a moment where they both glared at each other, until a click was heard behind them, and the door was opened by a Nursejoy, who stred at the horde of aspiring Tamers in front of the door, then slid aside with a fluid motion to allow them passage, after which most of the Tamers-to-be came inside, Damien merely grinning softly at Lucifer, who shook his head softly at the tense situation they were in at the moment, or that he himself was in, to be more precise. He looked at the nursejoy and then softly bowed, as he didn’t want to seem rude, morals being drilled into his mind by his mother, who said that she wouldn’t let him become such a crude animal like that Damien, that she wouldn’t allow him to degrade a girls even if she was a pokegirl.

 

The test itself wasn’t that interesting. They had to go and look at different pokegirls and then tell whether the one was really one kind or the other, though simple study of the base traits that a pokegirl had could easily have fixed the problem that was asked, it was still hard for him to correctly remember that an Buzzbreast was a poison/bug type and that a nursejoy would be able to help pokegirls recover fast with medical techniques.

 

As the written part of the test came closer, a shiver of anticipation came to him, and he looked at the other people there, the professor giving them a brief rundown of how the test was supposed to go. “Well young ones, to take the written portion of the test, you should have at least identified some of the basic attacks. Morrison, Dameni, Goldschild, please leave, you failed the identification of type and skill assessment. You’re welcome to come back next year.” The people mentioned walked out of the room, Lucifer watching it all intently. “Since the written portion will also test your taming skills, to see if you are a Tamer who would be able to care for their pokegirl, there will be handing out of pokegirl starters to you if you pass this test. Don’t worry, I have faith in you and wish you luck. Now, grab a pen and start marking it up.”

 

The test was a simple multiple choice, and Lucifer knew that this was merely an easy standardized test to see whether people had the ideas right in their head. Let’s see, how would you take care of a feral pokegirl? Easy one, I’d use one of my harem and then ball her, to have a taming session later on, in a secure location. The rest of the test was along similar lines, of hypothetical questions.

 

 

The rest of the questions were a doozy, as he didn’t hesitate before putting in the answers and then waited for the test papers to be picked up before they were looked through and graded.

 

They were told to wait an hour to get their test results, to see whether they were accepted to become Tamers. He sat down in a chair, looking at the other potential trainers and thinking about how different it would have been if he hadn’t really gotten interested in Pokegirls. A moment was the only time he had for his rest, as the voice of Damien once again bothered him. “Well, do you think you’ve passed, wimpy lucy?” Lucifer looked at his ‘eternal nemesis’ and sighed deeply, as he began to make the usual mating call of stupidness. “Well, if you won’t talk, why don’t I tell you your results? You’ve failed it all, and will never become a proper Tamer, ha-ha!”

 

“I don’t talk to stupid people like you.” Lucifer said in a monotone voice, Damien’s face being frozen in a smug look, but then changing to a mask of rage, Lucifer grinning to himself, knowing that he had gotten Damien riled up a bit. “Well, first of all, I’d like to let you know that you suck, that your entire body sucks, because you’ll never be able to satisfy any pokegirl and that you smell!” the string of insults was childish, and Lucifer knew it, the moment that they had left Damien’s mouth. He merely shook his head softly. “Dream on, loser.”

 

The door opened and the nursejoy came through the door, accompanied by the professor. At that time, the cell phone in his pocket went off, Lucifer grabbing it and seeing that it was his mother calling. He muttered something under his breath and passed the professor, muttering that he had a phone-call. Once outside, he received the call and heard his mother’s voice through the speaker part of the phone. “How did it go? Which pokegirl did you get?”

 

“Mom, I haven’t even been told that I have gotten my license yet! You interrupted the entire ceremony by calling me.” Lucifer said irritated, looking at the cellphone, his mother’s voice coming out a moment later. “Well dear, I hope you’re going to be able to make this exam, you’re going to be all grown now, a real man, just like your father. Call me when you have your pokegirl, alright?” she hung up, Lucifer looking at the phone for a brief moment, before he motioned to go inside, the door opened for him by the same nursejoy that had opened it before, smiling softly at him. “You’re Lucifer Gentzelheim, right? The Professor called your name some time ago, but since you were out there, talking to someone on the phone, he had to skip giving you your taming license, along with your starter pokegirl. If you’d follow me, I’ll lead you to a room where you can wait for the professor to come to you, after the handing out ceremony is done and all Tamers have their pokegirls. It happens at times that future Tamers get too nervous that they have intense diarrhea so that they have to rush to the toilet and miss out on their certificates, so the Professor asked me to guide you to the room.”

 

Lucifer nodded and then followed the nursejoy, looking around to see Damien come out of the room he knew the professor was in still, gloating and holding up a pokeball with some pokegirl inside. “Hey Loserfer, why are you following that nursejoy? You failed didn’t you?”

 

A flash of an emotion that could be described indignation flashed onto his face as he came to his face for a brief split-second, before he smoothed himself, trying to calm himself with calming thoughts. It wasn’t common for him to lose his cool, but it happened occasionally. He didn’t like some things about the populace of his town, but he did try to make a difference by being kind most of the time. He didn’t actively try to incite anger within others, despite the fact that he was named after the pre-Sukebe devil, who apparently had a long tradition of causing chaos and disorder in a manuscript salvaged from one of Sukebe’s labs.

 

“If you’d just wait here, the professor will be with you shortly.” The nursejoy meandered out of the room, looking for something, Lucifer didn’t particularly care about anything that the pokegirl did since it wasn’t relevant to him. He attributed this current behaviour to being nervous, that he was unable to feel anything but uncaring feelings.

 

He sat down in a chair, waiting for the professor to finish handing out the licenses and pokegirls and hoped that he’d keep some for him, though he knew that it would be very possible that the professor had no more available pokegirls to give him.

 

Ten minutes later, Lucifer was trying to draw a picture of a drawing on the wall which depicted a beautiful pokegirl, when the door opened and the professor, a man who looked to be around 40l, entered, with the nursejoy behind him, carrying a small tray with one pokeball resting on it. “Ahh, mister Gentzelheim. I saw you had a phone call, so I asked nursejoy here to reserve a pokegirl for you, though which one I don’t really know. First of all, since she should have already told you, you passed the examination wonderfully, your small note to run the fuck away being very amusing. Along with the written test, you have gotten a total of 20 out of the 25 points, only scoring badly in the area of handling a pokegirl and identifying a status ailment. Normally, I wouldn’t list these things, but since we’re here in this room and you’re the only one who had emergency things to do, I suppose I would be able to do this.”  A wink accompanied it, and Lucifer frowned softly. “Well, it’s a bit different then normal, I guess, but then again, I am the devil’s own.”

 

The pun was caught. “But you are nothing but a nameless demon, not the devil of renown.” Came the reply. “Woe is me then, I, Lucifer the devil, am relegated to being a mere boogie-man.” The lines came from a play that was discovered in one of Sukebe’s own private laboratories, which the man himself had composed, after the bible, the play gaining in popularity because it showed the fallacy of the man inside the devil, and it was a hit with Goths, because they thought the play was just so adorable they couldn’t stay away from it. “Still, enough whoreseaing around.”

 

“Ahh, yes. Nursejoy, give him his pokegirl and we’ll see what he’s got.” The nursejoy handed him the platter, which he took and then picked up the pokeball on it, looking at it for a brief moment as the light hit it, making it flash for a moment. A pokedex was handed to him by the nursejoy, and he opened it, making it show a screen which asked for identification, placing his thumb on the thumbpad, a scanning light going over his finger for a brief moment and then it beeped.

 

 

A grin came to his face as he looked at the menu, then at the pokeball in his hands, pressing the release button, a flash of light occurring only a split-second later, and there his pokegirl stood…

 

At first, he stared a long time, looking between his pokegirl and the nursejoy and the professor, the nursejoy looking at him with a beaming smuile, the professor being slightly surprised, but that eventally turned into a smile. “Hey, you’re the guy who summoned me from the Pokeball, right? You’re going to be my Tamer?” a sneering hint was within her voice as she sized him up.

 

Lucifer stared at the pokegirl, a Youma if he was correct. He pointed his pokedex at her, without saying a simple word and pressed the scan button. It beeped softly and then spoke in a synthesized voice:

 

“Youma, the Demon pokegirl. Youmas are known to be the main soldiers in Sukebe’s Army of Terror, and are usually crass and rude in behavior. Often known to be a sneaky type of pokegirl, their main element is darkness, with a magical element, usually because of their inherent ability to meld into the darkness.”

 

The screen read the official information, straight from the general database:

Youma, the Demon Pokegirl
Type: Semihuman
Element:Magic/Various
Frequency: Rare
Diet: special
Role: Legions of Terror
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Normal
Weak Vs: Megami
Attacks: Energy Drain, Dream Eater (Everything else varies)
Enhancements: Enhanced reflexes, above average strength, speed and endurance
Evolves: Cardian (Leaf Stone), Daimon (stress, orgasm or battle)
Evolves From: None
Youma aren't really popular, despite the vast variety, because most aren't attractive... to begin with. The only exceptions are often the domesticated ones, but there are, on occasion, moderately attractive feral Youma. The other problem is that they used to be the main stay of Sukebe's Legions of Terror, and despite the dissolution from long ago, roughly half of all Youma retain a bad temper.
However, the main reasons some trainers continue to Tame Youma are first, that with every evolution, there's a good chance (sixty to seventy percent) that the Youma will come out more attractive than before; and second, that Youma tend to become much more powerful with every evolution.
Youma are also very difficult to maintain because of their wildly different food requirements. Youma and Cardians often need to drain health from other lifeforms, Lemures need to cause nightmares, Droido and Demonesses need to release negative energy. But many of these are merely standards. Youma and its evolutions can vary in their dietary needs.

As Lucifer looked at the Youma that was his, a shiver went down his spine, as inhuman eyes looked at him with some small part of cruelty within them. “Soo, you’re my pokegirl?”

 

“Hell yeah I am. Now, could you give me any proof that you made the test well, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?” the insulting pose was so reminding him of Damien that it almost made him feel angry at her, but he supposed that it might just be a character trait of the Youma to act like this. “Oh really? Who died and made you queen? You’re my pokegirl so I give the orders and you follow them, got that? You’re mine now and I don’t need to give you any justification as to what I’ll do with you, just know that I am your Tamer now, and I don’t give a shit about how you think. You’re allowed to say what you want, but if I give you an order, you better damn well follow it. Now, tell me what kind of food you like.” The Youma blinked, the attitude she got from her new Tamer being somewhat of a surprise, a sense of curiosity awakening within her. “I like berries.”

 

“What kind of berries?” Lucifer prodded, looking her into her inhuman eyes, which were a golden color, their shape being almost that of a Kitten, though there were some noticeable differences. First of all, the whites were bloodshot and wild, while the golden colour of her irises were something that was odd to him, never really having seen something with such intensity.  The rest of her body was a pale white colour, giving her the looks of a vampire, save for the claws which adorned her hands, the look of her face being not particularly good, but he knew that he’d get used to it pretty soon. Moderately big breasts adorned her chest, which was a blessing he supposed, looking at her hair, which was a very bloody red color, her eyes being golden, as noticed earlier. He supposed that shed be a good lay if they got to the Taming part, though she didn’t seem to be so well-mannered as other pokegirls, but the pokedex had stated that that was all too common within their kind. “Well, if you’re done checking me out, why don’t we go and fight something? Unless it’s a Megami, I’ll kill it.” Lucifer chuckled at the attitude. “We’ll have to see about that.”

 

“Why did you hand him that one? It was there for study, not for a Tamer to take!” the professor hissed to the nursejoy, who merely shrugged. “I thought it best to give her to him, since he would be able to take care for her better then you ever would.”

 

“You’re not supposed to go handing out rare pokegirls to random rookies. Oh well, what’s done is done. I trust you won’t do this again?” the professor moved his hands to the nursejoy’s throat caressing it softly before he drew back his hand, slapping her lightly on the cheek, the gesture of punishment immediately making the nursejoy look sad, Lucifer staring for a moment at the nursejoy and then sighed deeply, knowing that it was within the professors authority to hurt someone who defied their authority, or at least it was in this one, since he had a contract with some sort of hunters guild. “Well, I guess we should leave now. Youma, tell me your name please.”

 

An eyebrow was raised. “Any reason I should tell a motherfucker like you my name?” Lucifer gave her a not-so-amused smile and then said it again. “This motherfucker would like to know your name.” kindness only stretched so far, and he knew that he would have to make it absolutely clear to her that he was not to be messed with. She frowned at him and then shook her head. “Not until you’ve tamed me.”

 

“Right, like I’m going to fall for that. You’re damn pale looking, and you have claws! I want to know your name now, or I’ll have to name you something sweet and sappy like Betsy or something.” The Youma’s right eye twitched for a moment as she sighed deeply. “I’ll tell you later, ok? I want to fight something, now!” Lucifer shook his head at the fighting spirit within his pokegirl and then extended his hand. “Pleased to meet you, I’m your Tamer and my name is Lucifer Gentzelheim.”

 

“Pleased to meet you, Master Lucifer.” She gave him a mock bow, before slowly rising once again, her body jiggling slightly, well, part of it, drawing his attention. He nodded slowly, casting a look at the professor, who was now berating the nursejoy. “Well, I think I should go with my pokegirl now. Thank you for all this.” There was a silence as the professor nodded briskly. “Originally I had a spinnertit in reserve for cases like this, but since you’ve been given something else, I suppose there’s nothing to be done about it. The pokeball already registered you as its owner, so I guess it’s binding. Good luck in your life as a Tamer and since I have some experiments running, I must leave now. Good day.” The professor was gone in a rustle of his coat, the door closing before Lucifer had really processed the fact that he had been dismissed by the professor, the nursejoy slowly rubbing her throat.

 

“There there, it’ll be alright with you. I’m sure that the professor won’t be mad with you.” Lucifer tried to comfort the NurseJoy, to make sure that it would calm down, as he could evision her bursting into tears after a few moments. His Youma shook her head, muttering something under her breath about sappy behaviour. “It’s not sappy behaviour. You should be a bit more willing to help people, even though I haven’t seen you in action quite yet! You could be worthless for all that I know!”

 

“Hey, I’m not worthless! I may not have had a Tamer before, but I sure won’t be beaten in a fight. Sure, all my taming sessions were with other pokegirls, but still, I can fight!” there was a bitter hint in her voice as she flexed her claws slightly, her hands moving over her skin, Lucifer’s eyes following her hands until she stopped at her breasts and Lucifer trembled for a moment as she actually touched her breasts softly. “Could you give her some clothing to cover her up a bit? I wouldn’t really like to walk around with her being so uncovered, it’d make me uncomfortable.”

 

NurseJoy nodded and went out of the room, Lucifer looking at the Youma for a moment, before he pushed the recall button on the pokeball, the Youma turning into a flash of red light which was sucked into the pokeball. “Well, that takes care of her for the moment. Still, i should release her soon, but I want to test how this pokedex works.” He knew that talking to himself wasn’t the best thing to do, but he didn’t care at the moment. Who’d hear him anyways?

 

A flash of light summoned her back to this world, and she found herself staring at the Tamer who had received her, apparently by accident. It was somewhat exciting to her as she looked him over, while not trying to look like she was checking him out. He didn’t really seem like he was the lecherous type, nor did he seem particularly interested in her body, which she knew wasn’t too great, but she supposed that he was more of a friendly type of trainer. She could appreciate him for standing up to her, since that showed that he wasn’t to be messed around with, but with his name, Lucifer… that name, it was so fitting for him, even if he did not know it.

 

She had heard the stories, being feralborn, having lived into a group with other Youma’s before she had been caught. An old member of her kind had told her stories about how the great Leader had summoned them all to attend a play he had written, about how the devil, Lucifer, had been cast out of heaven for having given himself over to the darkness of pride before having gotten sentience…

 

A moment passed as she looked at the Tamer, the will to fight him and win burning within her body for a brief moment as she thought about how it would all work out between them in a fight, he would probably not last one hit, but then again, why should she attack him? The door opened at the NurseJoy came inside, with a black leather outfit in her hands which looked to be almost like it belonged in a taming session, but at least it covered her crotch, which was enough for her, and seemed to do for him, telling her to put it on.

 

Lucifer watched the outfit for a moment, before asking the NurseJoy. “Where did you get this?” the NurseJoy bowed. “A tamer left this behind, saying that it’d be donated to someone who needed it. I remembered that it was there, and since nobody ever had need of clothing for their pokegirl, they wouldn’t need it, so here it is for your Youma.” The NurseJoy slowly backed away as the Youma grabbed it, getting it on her body as soon as possible, a dangerous smirk growing on her mouth as she admired it for a moment, before turning to her new Tamer. “Well, looks a lot better then me au naturel, right?” a second passed as she looked at Lucifer’s reaction, which was a mere inclination of his head. “Well, if you’re not too irritated, please put me back in my pokeball. I have a feeling you don’t want to be seen with me.”

 

Lucifer nodded, not really wanting to be seen with her. Youma held a bad reputation in this section of the land, since Ferals had raided this town once, and that had never been really forgotten by the populace. “Yes, your species isn’t well-received here.” The Youma nodded, looking at the Nursejoy. “That’d mean that that Tamer must have had a Youma or Daimon as a pet, since it’s perfectly suited to me, save for the fact that my arms are pretty obstructed, but I guess I’d be able to modify it a bit.”

 

“Do whatever you want, I’m putting you back in right now.” As Lucifer motioned to the pokeball, his Youma nodded, standing at ease before him as he pressed the return button and she turned into light once more, nothing standing where she had been standing. The NurseJoy showed him outside, after handing him his Taming License. Lucifer gave her a small bow of gratitude, a gesture he had seen on the television, from the edo league, and was surprised that she returned it softly, bowing only a minimal amount, but then turned around and walked back inside. He patted the pokeball before putting it into his pocket, knowing that he’d need to buy some pokeballs before he’d set out, but first, he’d need to get in touch with his mother, who’d be no doubt almost giddy with excitement.

 

As he walked along the road, he spotted several of the other graduates, including Damien, who were having a pokebattle, the pokegirls fighting against each other, with no doubt sexual favours as betting item. He passed them by, hoping that he wouldn’t be noticed by them, and luckily, he wasn’t or else he’d have to show them his pokegirl.

 

Lucifer was a private person to a certain extent, in that he attempted to avoid people like Damien, who he saw as nothing more then bullies. There was a certain bit of interest in pokegirls inside him, but other then that, he was mainly apathetic to everything. Genetics interested him, but that was forbidden technology, and thus, he wouldn’t be able to study. Sukebe had made the pokegirls, so it would be reasonable if others had to look into it too, but the ban on genetic alteration stood for every league, since they didn’t want another Subeke.

 

Lucifer stood in front of the door, taking a deep breath before opening it, ready for the surprise that his mother would no doubt give him. The woman was kind, but she was too childish to his mind at times. There were moments where she treated him like he was a small kid of maybe 10, while he was already 18 for god’s sake.

 

“Lucifer! What pokegirl did you get?” was the first question that assaulted him as he stepped into the house, arms wrapping around his waist as his mother hugged him, the feeling of her arms around him giving him a slight warm feeling in his heart, knowing that she at least cared for him. “Well, it’s an exotic one.” That was the only thing he could say, as she pushed him through the house, towards the kitchen, where he could smell a lot of things having been prepared for him. He wondered how she had managed to get all of his favourites prepared within such a short duration, since he had only been away from the house for about 2 hours, but he supposed that was another of her motherly powers.

 

He was pushed into his usual seat, his mother taking the seat opposite of him and pushing her hands together like she was scheming something. “Well, tell me about her, is she a nice pokegirl to look at? I bet she is! My little angel is growing up!” the excitement was visible on her face, and Lucifer thought about telling her that he had gotten a Youma. It’d surprise her for the very least. “Well, why don’t you pull up another seat, to let her seat herself so that she can eat with us?”

 

“Of course dear. Suria, would you care to put a plate on her place while I get the chair? I don’t want her to get uncomfortable.” Lucifer smiled lightly as he went to the cupboard to get a dinner plate and then placed it on the table on the place diagonally of his, so that they would seat in a triangle shape. As he placed the fork and spoon and knife in the correct order, a thought of maybe asking his Youma just what she wanted to eat, but then shrugged, thinking that she would just have to eat what there was.

 

“Here’s the chair, move aside a little bit dear.” His mother had lugged one of the chairs from the seating room and placed it on the table, the awkward placement looking weird, but not too unsightly. He walked towards his coat, where he had placed the pokeball into and then placed it on the table, pressing the release button and then watched as his Youma materialized in all her glory, the glare she sent him being very intense, as if he had done something wrong at the wrong time. “Well, what did you summon me for, you nitwit?”

 

“Well, that’s a different pokegirl then I expected, but still, she looks nice.” The voice of a female made her look at the woman, who was dressed in a casual style, the surroundings being that of a home and she gave the woman a slightly dangerous smile. “I’m his Youma, great to meet you.”

 

The brashness that she used at that moment made Lucifer sigh, his mother smiling softly. “You’re not much of a lady towards my family, are you? Normally pokegirls are quite polite, but you seem to have a rude streak, young lady.” A bark of laughter came from the Youma’s throat as she stared at the woman opposite of her. “Well, if the nitwit is your son, you must be the nitwit’s mother, right?”

 

“Well, if you mean my little Suria, then yes, I am his mother.” She shook her head slightly at the pokegirl’s insolence, but knew that soon, her little boy would be out in the wide world, with only her alone in this house. It was something that she didn’t like, but going with her son would be impossible, since she wasn’t much for travelling. She looked at the Youma for some time, then looked at her son, who was staring intently at her. “Well, I suppose we should get to dinner now. Dear, just sit there and I’ll put it on the table, and you just pick whatever you want to eat, alright?”

 

The youma nodded, seating herself in the chair that was pointed out to her and then looked at Lucifer as he watched her. “Am I so beautiful that you can’t keep your eyes off me, or are you just that horny that you want to Tame me here and now?”

 

Lucifer’s eye twitched once again and he felt a headache coming up, the behaviour that she had being reminiscent of a girl he had met a long time ago, when he was still a kid. “Well, I was thinking about what you might like, since you didn’t tell me your likes and dislikes in food.”

 

“Well, whatever you’ll have, I want to eat.” Came the answer, and Lucifer rubbed his forehead softly as he felt his headache swell to huger size. As the food was set on the table, his mouth watered, and he saw a similarly hungry look come on his Youma’s face as she began to salivate too at the sight of the marinated meat, though it wasn’t real meat, but a supplicant, real meat being too expensive for them to buy. “Dig in by all means.”

 

Lucifer took that as the start signal and began to get himself a sizeable portion, getting ready for the Taming session that would no doubt occur tonight, as it would need to happen swiftly to bind her to him. The Youma merely sampled a few of the dishes, taking a little of each as she’d need to see whether she liked it or not.

 

“Well, you seem to like the grilled beef a lot, eh… what should I call you? Suria, did you name her yet?” Lucifer looked up from his own steak and stared at his mother. “Well, I wanted to know what name she had already given herself, but she won’t tell me unless I Tame her which I had planned for tonight.” His mother nodded, smiling sweetly at the Youma, who shrank back slightly. “You’ll tell me tomorrow, right dear? I want to know the name of the Youma who is my Suria’s first pokegirl.“

 

A moment passed as she felt the intensity of that questioning look go through her body and felt something in her stomach contract as she felt new energy go into her body, a hot feeling swelling inside her body as she felt the urge to get a taming from her Tamer, looking at him questioningly, looking almost pleadingly, a look which his mother apparently caught, as she sent her an approving look, Lucifer being slightly more focused on his food then to look at the going-ons on the table.

 

“Suria dear, why don’t you and your pokegirl retreat for the rest of the day to your room, so you can get her tamed properly?” Lucifer actually blushed at the comment from his mother, his cheeks heating up. “Mom, you make it sound like I should just screw her and then put her back in her pokeball. I want to get to know her, then tame her. It’ll be better for us if we manage to at least co-exist.” He received an awkward look from his Youma, one that literally seemed to make him feel somewhat uncomfortable. “Well, it’s a valid thing to do! You should get to know each other before taming, right?” he asked her, which the only reaction she displayed was a blinking of her eyes. “Right.”

 

She looked at him and then felt slightly peeved that this was the guy who had talked pretty tough some time ago, speaking of getting to know her better. But then again, it showed consideration for her, which was strange, since she never had really had someone to look out for her, but she supposed that it was common for Tamers, never really having been Tamed by a Tamer, just caught and immediately shipped off to that weird professor’s lab, where he had inspected her and submitted her to a weak taming cycle in a machine, which did not suffice for her. She had been steadily growing warmer in her crotch the longer that he sat there, the need for a taming becoming strong enough inside her body to make her rise from her seat. “See, she wants a taming now. Go show her what a real man does to a pokegirl, Suria.”

 

“It would be better then doing it with another pokegirl, madam.” Came her answer, a look sent at her being chilly enough to freeze people where they stood, her body holding still for a moment as the look was shared between them, the way that there was a sudden silence made Lucifer feel slightly anxious. He never had really done anything with a girl, since they were not interested in him, despite him not being so bad-looking, according to a bunnygirl who had offered for him to give her a taming, his politeness declining the offer while the hormones inside his body raged.

 

He looked at the Youma for a moment, really wanting to know her name at the moment, not to just call her an it or something. The silence which fell lasted until she got up, walked over to him and looked him in the eyes with a stern look. “You and i are going to tame.” There was no possibility of an argument in her voice and he knew that she needed it, the tone in which she used having been forced by an inner craving, the desire within her voice apparent.

 

“Sure, give me a moment.” She nodded and saw him rise from his chair, dipping around his mouth with a napkin and then thanked his mother for the half-way completed dinner, some of the dishes having barely been touched. “Don’t worry about the leftovers, we’ll use them as breakfast tomorrow.” The warmth within her voice showed him that she was already starting to distance herself from him. He looked at her and then smiled at her. “I love you mom.”

 

“I’m so proud of you Lucifer.” There was a moment where they shared a look, Lucifer raising his eyebrows at the use of his name. “What’s with the first name? You always call me Suria, since you know i hate it, so why change now?”

 

“My son is a man now, he deserves to be called by his first name.” A silence fell as they looked at each other, before Lucifer lightly grabbed the Youma by her clothing and pulled her to his room, which was upstairs. “Come, this is my room.”

 

They entered his room, his bed being aligned with the wall, a few posters with a motto of the devil from the play emblazoned upon it, some small pokegirl figurines, though none that would be considered girlish. The Youma stood there, as Lucifer gently seated himself at the bed, patting the place next to him for a brief second, her taking that as her cue, and she sat down on the bed, looking at Lucifer for a moment before beginning to undo the leather outfit she had been wearing, sighing slightly as her breasts jiggled for a moment.

 

Lucifer stared at her breasts as if in trance, the way that they bounced being hypnotic to his eyes. There was a moment where he actually wondered if this was just a dream, but then he saw the pale skin that covered her body and knew that it was not a dream. He slowly shrugged off his shirt, his bare stomach being uncovered a moment later, as she sat there entirely naked. “Nervous?” she asked him, sounding almost joking with him, and he nodded, as he began to work with his belt, getting it undone within a moment of time and then got himself out of his pants, giving a nervous look at the door and closed it within a moment, while the Youma got on the bed, laying on her back. She looked at him close the door and lock it, smiling to herself as if she knew something about it that amused her. “Well, since you’re going to tame me for the first time, I’ll let you know my name. While others would’ve given you their name, or let you name them, I decided to wait and see what kind of type you were. I deem you worthy of my time and effort. My name is Lilith.”

 

Lucifer actually blinked at the name. while it was extremely uncommon amongst humans, she had given her name to be Lilith, the demoness who had according to the play sired the humans before being cast out of the paradise with Lucifer. The irony hit him like a ton of bricks and a wry smile appeared on his face.

 

“Well, I guess I could say that this is ironic, isn’t it? You and me, Lilith and Lucifer.” A smile crossed her face, as she nestled herself into his bed with a playful grin on her face, Lucifer having the dignity to grin for a moment. “I knew you’d be able to be a sweet and nice pokegirl, Lilith.”

 

“Well, everyone has some of the moments when they are too horny to be all bitchy. Besides… I could really use something inside me… like something you have… motherfucker.” There was a teasing hint in her voice, and Lilith knew it. She acted like this because it made her feel amused, along with the fact that Lucifer seemed to be pretty inexperienced about all this, so he must be a virginal Tamer, which was good, since she had not really had much action either, being a virgin and all that, but still, she had enough intelligence while feral to listen to the stories of her kind, most of the Youma that she had been in a group with having gone brief times with sanity in their minds instead of being Feral and aggressive. The elder Youma, the one who had been a Youma in the great Leader’s army, had never been Feral, having lived for almost 300 years and took care of the others whenever they strayed across her. It wasn’t often, but they got together at least once a year to listen about the great Leader with his creations, which of they were only a part of.

 

“I just put it in?” he asked, looking at her as she exposed her slit to him, her tongue licking her lips as he lowered his boxershorts, his cock standing at attention already, the excitement not being excised from his voice. “Yes. Then, we will get Taming.” When she started addressing herself as we, a shock went through her body and she closed her eyes slowly, as he had just penetrated her within a moment, his hands going to her breasts and slowly fondled them as he got used to her pussy, the feeling of him inside her body feeling good to her, a state of momentary bliss sinking into her body, as the warmth in her belly subsided slowly, making her look at him with a smile slowly coming to her face, a really gentle smile, as she could feel a small part of her connect with him, knowing that she was now his pokegirl. She wanted to try and see if she could trust him with her loyalty, but if he slackened only for a moment, she’d make mincemeat out of him.

 

She respected control and power, both in different ways, but still, she expected of her tamer that he would be able to keep her in line with his words, and that he wouldn’t take any offense. She supposed that she was just one of the more caring members of her kind, though others found her behavior to be shocking, she had gleaned as much from their reactions when she called that damned geek a moronic four-eyed bookmole.

 

The feeling of her pussy was simply great. She felt like a very hot glove around his cock, that no amount of masturbation could ever compare to. There was a certain manner of intimacy which was involved in this which made it especially satisfying for him, a small feeling of attachment to her growing within him at that moment, and he knew that she was his now, that they had now a relation of pokegirl and Tamer. He could feel a warm feeling go through his body, as he gently caressed her body, her pale skin being very soft, even though she was known for her tough skin. There was a moment of peace for him, as he could feel his balls beginning to get ready to come inside her, which would be fine, since she couldn’t get pregnant until she became a pokewomon. For a moment, they both froze, as she looked him in the eyes, and her golden eyes widened, as her claws dug into his skin and she pulled him on top of her, her body shivering for a moment, as sweaty skin was against his sweaty skin. There was a moment where they both stared into each other’s eyes, Lilith moaning loudly, and he grunted as he came inside her, filling her with his cum, a large deal of energy beign sucked out of her at that precise moment, his eyes getting unfocused and he knew only darkness as he fell into unconsciousness, the Energy Drain attack having been done out of instinct, and it had drained most of his remaining energy, including the one he had gained from eating.

 

Lilith felt woozy, her vision swimming. She could feel him on top of her, his body not radiating conscious energy, a smile growing on her face as she wrapped her hands around him, cradling him in a protective fashion.

 

She had found a capable trainer, albeit a bit strange one, but she was satisfied with him since he’d been able to please her with his energy alone.

 

This was a keeper.

 

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Alright… tell me how I did on the yahoo group, it’d be great to get feedback…

 

Demon God of Chaos