“Again?...” She asked playfully, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink as she went back to work on his manhood.
Yes… thought Charles, He was definitely glad to be a Tamer.
David King was not naturally a worrier, the strong featured man, just past his middle years always being a calm headed sort of guy. But he always seemed unable to hold off any and all feelings of worry when it came to his son. David worked as the top aide to the professor of New Bark town, an esteemed position, and his Son was right at that moment sitting inside the laboratory with the twenty odd other young trainers, taking the final stages of the years Tamer exam.
Part of the reason his son was even able to take the exam, a large part, was his connection to the professor, the young mans eighteenth birthday having been celebrated that very morning before the exam. Even then, the professor had almost denied the mans request.
The man ran a hand through his short, near brown hair, grumbling absently as he considered the grey at his temples, much of it gained only in the last few years since his son had first begun to show an interest in taming at all, especially in the last year, his interest having sky-rocketed after he made his new, and admittedly on friend, Michael McDonald, a slightly older tamer who had returned to New Bark town at the end of the previous year.
He looked over to where the boy himself sat, perched comfortably on a short brick wall, looking the part of the disembodied youth to the fullest, twin peircings in his lip, black T shirt, black jeans, numerous rings and bracelets, necklaces and other various accessories, his dark blond hair, cropped short at the back, hanging long at the sides held in check by a black bandana, and took a degree of comfort in the young mans casual demeanor, only looking up occasionally to check the front doors of the lab. Had he not taken the time to get to know the young man, and found that beneath the curious style that he was a genuine, empathetic and generally good hearted boy, if somewhat cynical at times, he would have resented the undue influence he seemed to hold over his young son.
He checked his watch one last time; Five minutes past twelve. The test was over, he would soon know if his son had become a Tamer, a path he would not have chosen for his son, but one he sincerely hoped would be good for his boy.
**
Michael too checked the time, via his cellphone, never having taken to watches in any big way. He exchanged a hopeful smile with his friends father, and leaned back slightly in his seat. He was an experienced Tamer, and a powerful one at that, having ranked twenty eighth in the previous Ultima Melee, and held the rank of Omega level Tamer by league standards.
He sighed when the memory of the melee crossed his mind, because with the recollection of his success came the memories of why he had not done better, being forced to withdraw from the competition suddenly, making the trek back to New Bark in time for his mothers final days, the woman succumbing to a disease in her lungs shortly after he arrived home.
He felt it had been his saving grace in a way when he ran into Charles at the town markets a few months later. All of the friends he had grown up with, taken the Tamers exam with and spent time traveling alongside were still out in the world, making the most of their lives, and his father was barely able during that period to take care of himself, let alone his son.
The younger boy, a total geek by anyone’s standards, had like Michael, been very surprising once you moved past his initial appearance, messy brown hair and thick framed glasses, all topped off by an often terrible taste in clothing; Proving himself to be a knowledgeable and intelligent young man.
It had been making friends with the boy, teaching him about Taming and learning about the boy and his life that had pulled Michael out of his depression, and helped heal the wounds left by his mothers passing.
So it was then, that Michael sat there, outside the town laboratory, waiting to support his friend no matter the outcome of the test. In truth though, he missed the road, and hoped dearly that his faith in his young friend was well founded.
**
“…I…I pass?...” The young man stuttered, staring down at his license papers with a look of pure incredulity on his face, his mouth hanging so open that his glasses almost slipped off his nose.
“Haha of course! What did you expect? You even ranked in the top five in this class, quite near the top too, though it’s a personal rule that I don’t go into specifics concerning each class of tamers. You worked hard for this Charles, don’t look so shocked.” The old professor said with a big smile. He had expected the young man to pass from the beginning, his confidence in his aide and friends son the main reason he had helped to facilitate the bending of the otherwise firm age rule for Tamers.
“Wow… I don’t know what to say, Sir. I mean, just really… Thank you so much!” Charles said, his voice shaking a little with the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He had never really wanted to be a Tamer all that much, any more than he had wanted to be anything else in life up until he had met Michael, who had told him a lot about the reality of the life of a Tamer, and helped Charles to decide that perhaps the reason he had never wanted to become a Tamer, was because he’d never really known what it was in order to want it.
“Don’t thank me son, you should only thank yourself.” The professor said, placing a hand gently on the boys shoulder, a calm smile on his face. “Now I think you should go and tell your father about your success, I imagine he’ll be just about dieing to hear the results of the exam by now.” He said, laughing as he watched in satisfaction as the boy about faced and nearly sprinted out of his office.
**
Charles couldn’t suppress his grin as he emerged from the front doors of the laboratory, passing the other students celebrating with their families. Or the rush of colour that darkened his cheeks when he saw his father and Michael standing there waiting for him.
As if to answer their unspoken but obvious questions as he approached, he simply reached into his pocket and pulled out his brand new pokedex, his grin nearly splitting his face in half it seemed so wide.
“You passed!” His father cried proudly, laughing heartily as he swept his son up into a rib crushing hug, holding him aloft for a good few seconds before he let the boy drop back to the ground, positively beaming at the young man.
“Great work Chuck. Knew you’d pull it off.” Michael said, a touch less excited in demeanor than his friends father, but no less proud of his young friends accomplishment, slapping him proudly on the shoulder, offering him a grin and a wink. “…I’m just glad you managed to sponge in enough of my venerable wisdom to scrape by.” He added, laughing at the looks of both disapproval and genuine agreement he got from the boys father and his friend respectively.
“Michael is just kidding, Son. You did fantastically, and as promised, I have a surprise for you after dinner tonight. Your mother started cooking the minute you left, she was so sure you’d pass. She’s cooked all of your favorite dishes.” He said, still unable to get rid of the ridiculous grin from his weathered face. He was just so proud.
“Will you be joining us too Michael?” He asked the young man, having become used to the strange friend of his son as a fixture at their dinner table in the last year, sympathizing with the loss the boy had gone through, and genuinely coming to both like and enjoy the young mans company.
He also liked the stories the young man told of his time on the road, and the adventures he had had, never having taken up taming himself, instead pursuing the life of a researcher right from the start, never having questioned his interests in life.
“No, sir. I appreciate the offer but I think it should just be your family tonight, I imagine you’ll all have quite a bit of celebrating to do, and now that Chuck here is a registered Tamer, once we leave town I’ll be seeing more than enough of him. Have fun though, and give my regards to Mrs. King.” He said, smiling a knowing smile as he made his excuses politely, Offering his young friend a final happy pat on the back before he turned and left the pair to their celebrations.
“Well that kind of sucks…” Charles said, his moment of triumph dimmed a little by his friends declining to share it. “Mike is a huge part of why I pulled this off. He taught me a whole bunch of stuff you don’t read in books…” He said, not knowing that his friend was aware of what exactly the surprise his father had planned for him was.
“Don’t worry too much, Son. You’ll see him tomorrow, and I don’t really think you’ll be worrying about him not being there all night. Now come on, let’s get home and tell your mother the good news. Let her know she hasn’t been cooking for nothing eh?” He said, still beaming as he slapped his son proudly on the back. Ignoring the confused look his brilliant young son shot at him after all this mention of a ‘surprise’.
**
The afternoon passed quickly for the young man, who got so caught up in his parents presenting him with all kinds of gifts. Brand new pokegirl gear, pokeballs and traveling equipment, that he nearly forgot all about his fathers promised surprised, but every time he questioned the man about it, he was simply put off with a gentle ‘after dinner, Son’.
His anxiety to find out what it was in no way took away from the impressive feast his mother had prepared for him. She was a beautiful woman in her way, human completely, an unusual thing in the world they lived in. She had been a tamer before meeting her husband during a trip through New Bark; It was love at first sight, as some would say.
All his favorite dishes were there, and he took multiple helpings of all of them, including the desserts she had prepared, until, nearly two hours later, he was so stuffed he wasn’t sure he could move, his usually rake thin body boasting a proud little rounded stomach in compliments to his mothers fine cooking.
“I hope you’re not too full to be interested in your surprise?...” His fathers voice stirred him abruptly from his food induced relaxation, and he was up in a flash, regretting the sudden surge of motion instantly as his stomach caught up with him.
“No! not at all!” He nearly cried out, suppressing the unpleasant feelings he felt as his overfull stomach gurgled quietly.
His father laughed gently at his eagerness, turning to regard his smiling wife for a moment before he reached into his pocket, pulling forth a shrunken pokeball, tapping the button once to return it to its full size before handing it to his son. Grinning down at the boys confused expression, realizing that the boy obviously thought he was going to be stuck with one of the common Boobisaurs that the Professor passed out to graduating tamers before they left town. He had realized how disappointing that would be for his son, who growing up in a place with such an abundance of plant types, instead of learning to live with them, had come to resent the lack of variety in a way.
“A pokegirl. I wanted you to get something less run of the mill for your starter girl, so I went out and caught this girl especially for you. A final gift from me and your mother, so you’ll think of us when you’re away.” The man said, smiling a little sadly as he thought of his son leaving home.
“Dad… You really didn’t have to, you guys have given me so much already… Thank you…” He said, hugging his parents tightly. Breaking away from them, he made to call out his new pokegirl, looking surprised when his father caught his wrist suddenly.
“Not down here. Meeting your first girl for the first time should be a special moment between a Tamer and a Pokegirl. Take her upstairs and do it there. We’re proud of you son.” The man said, watching happily as his son simply nodded, before disappearing up the stairs to his room. He grinned, looking at his wife with a knowing smile, both of them aware of what was in store for their young son.
**
Up in his room, Charles was nearly shaking with excitement. Understandably, not a lot of girls had taken much of an interest in the nerdish young man so far in his life, and now he held in his hand not just a sure thing, but his very first partner in life.
He glanced around his room, making a small effort to tidy up some of his papers and just straighten things out, when he realized he was just putting off the moment he knew he had to face. He looked at the pokeball in his hand, took a long, calming breath, and tossed the ball into the center of the floor, looking away as a flash of bright light appeared in front of him.
After a moment, with little spots dancing in front of his eyes, he looked back around and failed to stop his jaw simply dropping. There in front of him stood the single most beautiful thing he thought he had ever seen. Shorter than him by a lot, he judged her at about four foot four at the most, her head coming just to his shoulder. Her pale blond hair was held back by a long thin braid, her long beautiful ears giving her away as a pokegirl, even more than her inhuman beauty. As he stared at her, taking her all in, he noticed her beautiful green eyes looking back at him, equally as interested as his own.
“H-hello there… My names Charles… Do you have a name?” He asked, reaching into his back pocket for his pokedex, to confirm his own suspicions, as well as registering the find officially for his records.
ELF, the Mystic Woodsgirl Pokégirl Type: Very Near Human Element: Plant/Magic Frequency: Uncommon Diet: Omnivore. Leans toward a vegetarian diet. Role: Groundskeepers, gardeners, farmhands. Elves tend to make poor heavy laborers but excel when working with plants. Crop yields are 120% when Elves are used. However they make poor pets in an urban or polluted setting. Libido: Low to Average. (Can be High to Extreme when emotionally attached to a partner.) Strong Vs: Plant, Water, Psychic, Rock Weak Vs: Ghost, Steel, Poison Attacks: Leap, Command Plants, Sleep, Mystic Bolt, Shield Enhancements: Longevity, Plant Affinity, Magical Affinity, Enhanced Senses, Enhanced Arm Musculature(x2), Flawed Constitution, Reduced Feral State Disadvantages: Takes Double-damage from Poison Attacks. Takes 1.5 damage from domination attacks. Especially sensitive to sonic attacks. Low pleasure threshold.
“I know who you are, your father told me I was to be your first pokegirl…” she said, her voice sending a chill down the boys spine, it sounded just as beautiful as she looked. “…But I have no name yet. If you are to be my tamer, then we need find a new name for a new life together.” She said, smiling gently, surprisingly comfortable about the situation at hand.
Sensitive by nature, and as all pokegirls, understanding the realities of their lives, that often the day comes when they find themselves paired up with a Tamer, Elf’s were often able to tell more than people would think simply by standing in someone’s presence, and in this boy before her, quite cute in a genuine, shy kind of way, she sensed a good heart, and was grateful at least to be partnered with someone kind spirited.
Charles thought long and hard on her words, before smiling as a name simply seemed to come to him.
“Celeste.” He said, trying to gauge her reaction, watching her impassive face as she thought over his suggestion.
“A lovely name. Thank you Master.” She said, a gentle smile spreading over her face. Seeing the human smile back at her, she blushed as a surge of warmth spread between her thighs. Her lithe body was covered by a pale green gown, simple and unadorned, it fit her small body snugly, outlining the hardening tips of her little A cup breasts embarrassingly, causing her to cross her arms across her chest, hiding her arousal. She already felt the nagging closeness of reverting to her feral nature, having been tamed only once, nearly a week ago by one of the boys fathers pokegirls to tide her over, she wanted her Tamer badly, though she would never admit as much so soon.
Charles, oblivious to her needs, stepped closer to her suddenly, drawn by his own attraction rather than any awareness that he needed to tame this girl to completely bond with her. His cheeks were flushed as he reached out boldly, more boldly than he had thought himself capable of, and cradled her cheek gently, leaning down to brush his lips against hers gently, testing her warmth before he pushed his lips in harder, kissing her long and deep, moaning happily as he felt her thin arms sliding cautiously around his waist.
It was as if a floodgate opened in the boy; His hands found her waist, lifting her so suddenly than he almost lost his grip on her, not expecting her to be so light. Her gown slid silkily over her legs up to her waist as she wrapped her legs around him, clinging to him, now returning his kiss in earnest as he moved to his bed, falling down on top of her, letting his warm body press down against her as they lay kissing.
The kiss ended as he felt her tugging his shirt up, and he shifted his weight to let it slip up over his head, knocking his glasses slightly off center. He blushed when he felt her surprisingly gentle hands against his face, before she readjusted his glasses for him, positively beaming up at him. He blushed, lowering his gaze instinctively, only to blush even harder as looking down between them, he saw a silky tuft of blond hair between her spread legs and the gentle slope of her mound. As if pleased by his display, her gentle hands stroked his flat, pale chest adoringly, her eyes telling him all he needed to know.
Clumsily, he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, anxious enough about his first time, but comforted some by her calm, gentle eyes watching him, wanting him. He shoved his jeans down around his waist, letting his erection spring free. Not big by anyone’s standards, completely average for a boy his age, his cock still looked huge to the young girl, and when he dived forward in his excitement, desperate to sink his cock into his new, willing girl, he was confused when he felt her tense beneath him, gasping her fear as flinched away from his cock.
She silenced him with a gentle smile when he opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong, her graceful arms circling his neck held him close as he moved as if to slide away from her.
“I want you to tame me… Its just you’re so big, and I’m just a little girl… You need to be slower… You need to be gentle with me…” She said, her voice a silky whisper as she pulled him closer, groaning her pleasure as he eased himself in slower, the crown of his dick feeling massive as it split her wet lips, more satisfying by far than the lips and fingers of his fathers pokegirl, more satisfying than anything she had ever felt as inch after inch of what felt like her forearm slipped into her, stretching her completely open.
Charles moaned right alongside her as he entered the elven beauty, her pussy felt like a warm, wet vice around himself, and neither her words or the slight pain that surrounded him could stop the boy as he began to thrust into her, grunting his pleasure when he felt her slim little waist rising to meet his thrust, the grimace of pain on the girls face completely offset by the look of pure pleasure in her eyes.
“Are you alright…” He panted, thinking he was hurting her, unable though to stop himself from thrusting his cock into her hot little pussy again and again.
As if in answer, she just groaned in a surprisingly whorish tone, leaning up to kiss her Tamer hard on the lips as he rammed his cock into her, splitting her open it felt like.
“In the best kind of way Master… Tame me as much as you want, I never thought it could feel this good…” She moaned, her hands falling away suddenly, clutching desperately at the sheets beneath her as her back arched, her hips thrusting down to meet him as her whole body tensed beneath him, her pussy spasming wildly around his cock as an orgasm tore through her body, causing both of them to blush when her juices actually squirted out around his cock.
Unable to hold back, especially during his first time, at such a purely erotic sight, he moaned desperately as his thrusts quickened, becoming erratic for a few moments before he hilted himself inside her, falling down onto her, the two clutching each other desperately as he emptied his nuts into her, shot after shot of his very first load with a girl filling her completely, her pussy so small that as he pulled out of her, his cum actually flowed back out between her lips.
“…Wow…” Was all he could say after laying there for nearly five minutes, panting heavily, clinging to the half naked pokegirl by his side.
“Ugh…Nnn…Ya-haa…” Was all the elf could say in return, her mind reeling as hard from the orgasm as her body seemed to be, caught up in the singularly unique experiences of Taming shock.
Charles, so happy he couldn’t believe it, lay there, a big, stupid grin on his face as he lay there, eager for the morning to come so he could show Michael his new girl, his whole body feeling warm and spent he hardly even noticed as the pokegirl slipped out of his grip, surprising him suddenly as her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him clean in a single, fluid motion, looking up at him with those gorgeous green eyes.
“Again?...” She asked playfully, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink as she went back to work on his manhood.
Yes… thought Charles, He was definitely glad to be a Tamer.
**
Name: Charles King.
Age: 18.
Residence: New Bark Town.
Region: Johto.
Status: Active.
Rank: Alpha.
Pokegirls:
Elf, Celeste, Level 9
Name: Michael McDonald
Age: 19
Residence: New Bark Town.
Region: Johto.
Status: Active
Rank: Omega.
Pokegirls:
Venuswhore, Ivy, Level 70
Tats, Lexi, Level 68
Boobkini, Narissa, Level 65
Mooncalf, Luna, Level 67
Maggiemite, Patience, Level 34.