Ch 04 Risky Decisions: Musical Mayhem

It was the kind of day that every young boy waited for. It's the year 280 AS and summer has just begun. One young boy, however, was about to be...

"LATE AGAIN!!!" the boy shouted. Leaping from his bed and trying to straighten out his wild black hair, young Dahmune Balthazar Makai began rushing around, grabbing his clothes from the heinously messed up room. Dahmune was a tall-ish, lanky, and unkempt young boy who was only just now ready to become a pokégirl Tamer. With clothes of all forms, ranging from home-made armor to school clothes, it was impossible to tell what was set out to wear today and what had been left on the floor the previous night. World-weary emerald eyes rolled at the predicament. Dahmune had to stand and remember what he was planning to wear for the test. Long grey pants, his old chain-lined duster, his favorite red shirt. With a snap of his wiry fingers and a smile he began searching anew for his clothes while cleaning up the horrid mess of a room.

"Finally...wait." Dahmune said, now fully dressed, yet missing something. Searching around he found That he was missing his Pokepod. Checking himself over, Dahmune took notes of his attire, hoping it wasn't to 'Gothic', having aimed more for a contemporary look. Smiling, he turns his Pokepod to one his favorite songs, The Orchestra of the Endless Journey's rendition of the Pre-Sukebe song, 'Primo Victoria'. Exiting his home, a simple blue and yellow two-story house in the suburbs of Lavenderriere he absently ran for the pokecenter so he can take his test and get a starter, unknowing of the eyes that follow him. Along the way he begins to cheerfully sing the song.

<i>Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the Nazi lines
Primo Victoria<i>

As Dahmune sang on he strolled through the dusty streets of the town, often bobbing his head to the song absentmindedly. Occasionally he'd begin to dance, only to stop as his still waking mind tried to bring him to reality.

<i>We've been training for years
Now we're ready to strike
As the great operation begins
We're the first wave on the shore
We're the first ones to fall
Yet soldiers have fallen before

In the dawn they will pay
With their lives as the price
History's written today
In this burning inferno
Know that nothing remains
As our forces advance on the beach

Aiming for heaven though serving in hell
Victory is ours their forces will fall<i>

Checking his watch, Dahmune paled. It was already 8:33! He still had to get across town and most likely would wind up late! Ditching the attempt at dancing, yet still singing on reaction, Dahmune bolted straight through town.

<i>Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the Nazi lines
Primo Victoria

On the 6th of June
On the shores of western Europe 1944
D-day upon us

We've been here before
Used to this kind of war
Crossfire grind through the sand
Our orders were easy
It's kill or be killed
Blood on both sides will be spilled

In the dawn they will pay
With their lives as the price
History's written today
Now that we are at war
With the axis again
This time we know what will come<i>

Climbing a fence and rushing past a sleeping WarHound, Dahmune blazed his way through the barrier between the residential and business sections of Lavenderriere town.

<i>Aiming for heaven though serving in hell
Victory is ours their forces will fall

Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the Nazi lines
Primo Victoria

On the 6th of June
On the shores of western Europe 1944
D-day upon us

6th of June 1944
Allies are turning the war
Normandy state of anarchy
Overlord<i>

Rushing through the streets he barely moved in time to jump over a slow moving hovercar. Sliding across it's metal surface, Dahmune caught sight of the pokégirl center. Hopefully he'd make it in time.

<i>Aiming for heaven though serving in hell
Victory is ours their forces will fall

Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the Nazi lines
Primo Victoria

On the 6th of June
On the shores of western Europe 1944
D-day upon us

Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the Nazi lines
Primo Victoria<i>

Rushing through alleys and over fences, the pokecenter was in range. Rushing like a man possessed, he had made it JUST IN TIME for the 9:00 deadline.

On the 6th of June
On the shores of western Europe 1944
Primo Victoria

Oblivious to the many stares from those who don't know him well, Dahmune reached the pokecenter, a large three-story building with a rather comical pokeball shaped roof. Entering the twin glass doors, Dahmune scans the room to find a rather buxom NurseJoy right in front of him.

"Heya Jolie!" He said, a little too cheerfully.

"WHERE have you been!? You're almost late for the test! Have you been listening to that blasted Pokepod again?" the NurseJoy, Jolie, shouted. Hauling him to the testing room she continued, "I'll bet you sang in public again, didn't you?"

"Ummm....no?" he replied, hurriedly running into the test room before the temperamental pokégirl could reply. "MAN She scares me...good thing we had that agreement.." she says, remembering that day, just one year ago.

Flashback: June 15th 279 AS, Lavenderriere pokecenter

"So, what are you hoping for when you get to take the test?" Jolie asked.

"Depends on if I pass it. There's gonna be so many people going for it next year that I may not get the chance. And even if I do I've got to get the minimum grade to pass, even higher to get a pokégirl." Dahmune replied.

"How about his. If you can get a high enough score to get a starter, then I'll join you, AFTER you get a League-sanctioned starter, no one else."Jolie said, a smile on her face.

"Alright, you're on!" was Dahmune's final reply, intent on getting the NurseJoy to come along with him.

End Flashback.


With a grin on his face and plans in his head, Dahmune took his seat in the far corner of the testing room. The room itself was bland, sterile, and off-white, as dull as every room in the 'center, but as the test was handed to him he began to look it over. He had one hour to complete the test but was surprised, and slightly appalled at what he saw.

"Good lord. An IDIOT could pass this test." he said quietly, hoping to avoid disturbing the unlucky soul who'd fail it, since even in this day and age people still failed the test somehow. Sighing gently and shaking his head, Dahmune began to dig through the test, answering as many as he could. One test, however, got him deeply confused.



Question # 387: If you were mandated to keep a Menace pokégirl in your Harem, which would you prefer?

A. Mantis

B. Widow

C. Leviathaness

D. Jokette

E. Panthress

F. All of the above


Suddenly choking on air, Dahmune felt confused, and disturbed that such a question would even BE on this test! Striking himself on the head a few times, Dahmune decided that, since there's no 'Right' answer, that the best answer would be the one least wrong. Circling the letter E, Dahmune decided to add...

"Only because I like cat-types and there's no 'NONE of the above' on the test." Dahmune shouted, forgetting that he was in the middle of a test until Jolie herself slapped him over the head.

"Keep quiet! No one's done yet!" Jolie whispered angrily. Hushing quickly and blushing lightly, Dahmune continued with the test, hoping to finish in time to get a starter. Though, that was far from the only one that confused him.

Question # 465: If a Legendary pokégirl approaches for anything, what do you do?

A. Run like hell

B. Ignore her

C. try and tame/capture her

D. Try and kill her

E. All of the above

F. None of the above

Shaking his head he knew that the most obvious answer wasn't even on here. Since it didn't have 'Do what she says', he went for F, since all of the others would get you killed. And here came another little gem.

Question # 583: What is the best weapon for a Tamer other than his pokégirls.

A. An Edo-style sword

B. A massive meat cleaver

C. A staff

D. A slingshot

E. all of the above

F. A Panzer Battalion

Deciding that anyone who knew their history would know this answer, Dahmune picked F, yet again. A fleet of heavy war machines was as good a back up for your pokégirls as you could get, no matter how unrealistic any of the answers were.

Question # 597: You have defeated your female opponent and she has only two Pokégirls on her. A DildoQueen and a Psi-Dyke. Which do you choose?

A. the Psi-Dyke

B. The DildoQueen

C. Try for both

D. the Tamer

Dahmune had to stop at this one. What in the HELL were they thinking!? Shaking his head Dahmune decoded to select B. He could handle a DildoQueen, but a Psi-Dyke was a no go, and he'd rather not deal with the legal problems of Taming a fellow Tamer. And the weird questions keep on coming.

Question # 666: You come across a Scarlet Leaguer known as 'Clayton Egurashie'. What o you do?

A. Stare at him and wonder why he's so important

B. Challenge him to a battle

C. Poke him repeatedly

D. bow gracefully to the leader of the Scarlet League

That one was odd, but kind of easy with the answer of D, thanks to lots and lots of studying, but the next one, while similar, just confused the hell out of him.

Question # 667: You've come across a Johto League Tamer named 'Geno Raithin'. What do you do?

A. challenge him to a battle

B. Call him a PokeFreak

C. Steal his pokégirls

D. doesn't matter, since he's the son of a Dragoness, prepare for a brawl

Shaking his head again, he decided D would be best here...though he'd have to learn whom, exactly, this 'Geno Raithin' was. Two more 'important person' questions remained.

Question # 668: You come across a Coordinator named Jonathan 'Red' Priest. What do you do?

A. Ask if I could see/Tame his cat-type pokégirls

B. Challenge him to a gym battle!

C. Try to steal the pokeboy's pokégirls

D. all of the above

Dahmune had heard about Jonathan Priest, but he was surprised that there'd e a question about him on the quiz. Regardless, his inner cat-type lover mandated that the answer be A. One last question about 'people' and it was one person he simply did not like...

Question # 669: Gendo Giovanni is a...

A. Gym Leader

B. Board member of the League Council

C. Prominent Citizen of Viridick City

D. Right Wing Savior of the People

Dahmune smiled. Deciding to be a bit of an ass he added a fifth answer and checked it as his selection.

E. He's an ASSHOLE! A-SS-HO-LE!

Chuckling lightly, Dahmune continued on, until he reached the next selection of questions, many of which were completely random.

Question # 721: The BEST way to capture a Cat-type pokégirl is...

A. weaken her in battle and use a pokeball

B. Use a dog-type pokégirl

C. Use a catnip trap

D String. NOTHING RESISTS THE STRING!!!

E. all of the above.

"Oh lordy," Dahmune said quietly, scratching in E, just in case, "What were these guys smoking when the cooked this test up?" He continued through the test, noticing many other completely random questions.

Question # 732: You've just won your first Gym Badge, how will you celebrate?

A. Beer

B. Pizza

C. Taming

D. Watch out for Sexmet's Kwan-Doh!

E. What are you? CRAZY!? All of the above!

Fighting back the urge to laugh, Dahmune selected E for his answer to this question. Only one struck him as odd after all of that.

Question # 975: Which of these Balls is the BEST Pokéball?

A. Safari Ball

B. MILF Ball

C. Ultra Ball

D. Master Ball

E. Both B and D

Blinking slightly, and grinning at the choices, the most obvious one was E. His immediate choice. However. His MOST favorite, was the very last of them all.

Question # 1,000: The Sexiest pokégirl is..

A. Vixxen

B. Soiante-Neuf

C. Nymph

D. Macavity

While it didn't take much though, he could tell that the last question was all opinion, and his owned dictated the answer D. Macavity, though a Dangerous Legendary Pokégirl, IS one hit pussy. Rushing through the test he'd noticed that most of the 1,000 questions were simple, but the only way to get them all done was to work on instinct, the only one that he'd stayed on was the earlier one thankfully. With barely a minute to spare, his quick work payed off. He'd hoped that he could pass, but with a wait of nearly an hour Dahmune would need to pass the time.

Setting his pokepod to a new song, Firestorm, Dahmune began to relax. With the song on repeat he dozed off, a vision of high-speed aerial battles and pokégirls of all kinds bombing a team Rocket complex, and him leading the charge. Chucking at the sheer unlikelihood of such an event, Dahmune was completely unaware of the time.

A quick slap on the head was all that was necessary for him to wake up. It was thanks to Jolie that he wasn't late. Rushing to the front of the class in case his name was called, Dahmune had narrowly avoided another lecture from the temperamental NurseJoy. Upon hearing his name he rushed to the desk for his gear.

"I'm here!" he said, rushing to the front of the room to receive his Tamer's gear.

"OK, we've only got one starter left, so it's her or nothing, Dahmune. We both know what that means." the local Researcher said, motioning towards a figure sitting in the room with an ax-like device.

"Yes, sir. I know what to do." Dahmune replies with a nod, "...One question, what breed is she?" he asked innocently.

"Well...she's a Muffgoose. But we think she may have some Mistress in her heritage." came the reply.

"So, I guess that means I'm gonna be trying to sing, eh? Huh, I hope that I've got what it takes." he says, walking into the room with the Muffgoose.

"I'm guessin' you're my new Tamer, eh laddie?" the Muffgoose said, glancing at Dahmune.

"Looks like it." he says, holding out his hand, "The name's Dahmune, but my pals call me D'." he finishes with a smile. The Muffgoose just stares at him before replying.

"Heh, I don't intent to come so easily, unless you can sing." she says with a toothy grin.

"I'll sing for you if you'll lay with me." he replies, chuckling lightly at her intrigued yet disturbed reaction, "How does Firestorm sound?"

"Kraven version?" she asks.

"OEJ, actually." he answers. At her smile, he takes a few breaths and clears his throat, hoping all of that time singing along to his favorite songs had payed off.


<i>Warnings of an airstrike
The sirens scream out loud
Warnings on the radio
Of what's coming<i>

As the song begins, the musical magic of the Muffgoose let fly flares of light, slowly taking forms lost in the River of Time's ebb and flow.

<i>Appearing on the radar
A threat from overseas
Planes on the horizon
Cast shadows on the ground<i>

As the shapes take greater form, the visages of Pre-Sukebe planes of some form begin to form over what looks like a city.

<i>Bringers of destruction
Are ravaging the land
Fury of the bombers
A force to reckon with<i>

The 'bombers' begin to fly over the illusionary city while Dahmune and the Muffgoose wade through in a dark dance.

<i>Sets the world on fire
Then turns to strike again
Flames are burning higher
The bombs keep falling<i>

The 'bombers' suddenly begin dropping explosives on the city, sending illusionary rubble and hellfire towards the ceiling. As the destruction continues the two go forward in their grim dirge as if in a trance.

<i>AA guns are blazing
As the sky is turning red
Better run for cover you'll be quick or be dead

Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn
Death from above<i>

Rushing through the blazing inferno and cold flames that fill the room, a slowly growing audience of the 'center's staff take seats to watch the little spectacle. The continue on, unknowing of the vicious fire force being sent back at the bombers.

<i>Carpet bombing cities
And grinding them to dust
Able men and women
Will all be victims

Everyone will suffer
In the wake of their attack
Bombers show no mercy
A land in ruin

Homes are turned to rubble
When the airstrike has been approved
Facing their destruction
Fear the black wings of death<i>

As the pair continue the song, their bodies flare, each growing an illusionary pair of jet black wings.

<i>Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn

Nothing remains
Cities ruined, turned to dust
All has been lost
Rise from the ashes and strike<i>

As the bombings settle down a grim pall covers the room, until fire begins to return from the rubble, new 'fighter' planes flying from the ruins of the city and tearing through the bombers with relentless abandon.

<i>AA guns are blazing
As the sky is turning red
Better run for cover you'll be quick or be dead

Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn
Death from above!<i>

As the scene finally flows away, Dahmune and the Muffgoose look one another in the eye, speechless...until.

"You, me, Taming room, NOW!" she shouted, giddy as a schoolgirl and as forceful as a Domina. With their little musical number done, Dahmune and the, no HIS Muffgoose left for the Taming room before anything could be said. Locking the door behind them, D' and his Muffgoose began preparing for the Taming. The Muffgoose by clamping onto Dahmune's mouth, and Dahmune by trying to get his clothes off. Pulling out his already erect five inch cock, longer than most but far from the longest out there, Dahmune was ready for the Taming.

Pouncing the Muffgoose onto the bed a split second before she digs her claws into his arms, Dahmune immediately went past any frivolities and plunged in deep. Thrusting rapidly into her labial folds, he listens to her pleasing moans.

"Mmmm, you may not win some world record, but I'll give you this much Laddie. You're better than the last idiot I got saddled with." she says, moaning at the rapid thrusts and flipping Dahmune onto his back. As he lands on the bed she begins to rapidly bounce, building a rhythm in tune with his own thrusts, increasing the pleasure for both of them.

"I guess I should take that as a compliment." Dahmune said, "What's your name?" he asked, grasping her breasts roughly.

"I don't have a name, laddie. Call me what ye will." was the reply she moaned out from the grip.

"Then your new name is, Angolia." Dahmune finished, officially naming his Muffgoose. As a familiar feeling hits him, Dahmune thrust up into Angolia's folds, reacting to her own as he shoots within her, their simultaneous orgasm a one in a million chance for their fist coupling. As the two calm down atop the soaked bed an idea begins to form in Dahmune's head, but first, they need to begin the journey and see where life takes them.

"We should get going. I need to pick up Jolie and drop by the store for some supplies." Dahmune said to Angolia.


"Muff Muff goose goose Mu." was her reply, garbled by her momentary taming shock. With a slight chuckle, Dahmune hands her the guitar she was holding, a pitch black 'Executioner's guitar', designed after the axes used to behead criminals in ages past. As he picks up her pokeball from a table beside the bed he promptly returns her to it and heads out into the main hall. Upon spotting his old friend, Jolie the NurseJoy, he rushes up to meet her.

"Looks like me and Angolia are hitting it off great, but time will tell." he says, happy that the first moments with his Muffgoose went well.

"Yes, time will tell." Jolie replied. "I've got the paperwork mostly done, I just need yo to sign these sheets and we can be on our way." she says, handing Dahmune a short stack of documents and a pen.

"Woah....that's a lot of papers.." Dahmune says, reaching for the documents and pen so he can begin. After a good thirty minutes of writing his name repeatedly he was finished and about to leave, until Jolie grabbed him, plopping glasses on his head and a pokeball in his hand.

"You know you can't see well and you almost left my pokeball behind." she says. Sighing, she continues, "You're as forgetful as ever, Dahmune. Lets get going before Rhonnie gets here, the prick got a Tigress."

"Oh fuck. PLEASE tell me you're joking! That bastard actually PASSED!? AND He got a Tigress!" Dahmune shouted as he exited the pokecenter with the 'Joy in tow. Just as he had made it a block from the center, hoping to take a shortcut through the the park he heard a deep voice that had made his skin crawl and his head burn since first grade.

"Well well well, if it isn't DumbMoon." Rhonnie said with a 'holier than thou' air that seems to permeate near-purebloods like him. The sickening bastard once again trying to pick a fight with the new Tamer. "Well, Seymour Buttz? What pokégirl did you get? Or do they even give starters to retards?"

With a growl Dahmune simply turns on and keeps on walking, attempting to ignore the annoying prick as best as he could. But his incessant name calling and badgering was quickly grating on Dahmune's last nerve, and on Jolie's as well.

"Well, DumbMo-," Rhonnie tried to say, before Dahmune's hands clamped around his throat.

"My name is Dahmune, Dah-Moo-Neh! It is NOT DumbMoon, nor is it Seymour Buttz! And if you all me any names other than my REAL name then I will wring your scrawny neck like a wet towel until there's nothing left to wring! DO I MAKE MY SELF PERFECTLY CLEAR RHONNIE ROGERS!!!" Dahmune said, his hands tightening and twisting to push the point further. At Rhonnie's belated nod, he lets go, setting the larger, blond haired and blue eyed boy down on the ground before he turns to try and leave again.

"God damned pokéboy psychopathic retard! Shouldn't even get a pokégirl!" That was, sadly, the last thing Rhonnie would say for a while. In a flash Dahmune spun completely around, slamming his fist into the boy's face hard enough to hear bones crack, sending the larger boy flying at least ten feet away and slamming face first into a tree, but his right arm fell limp. Growling in pain he motioned for Jolie to look it over and do what she could.

"That, you fucked up redneck-wannabe sonuvabitch, was my special technique. I call it, Bloody Knuckles! And if I EVER see you, your ugly ass face, or any of your damned cronies again, I'll PERSONALLY give you another one right between the eyes, and then I'll make SURE it breaks you neck!" Dahmune says, making his feelings on the matter clear as crystal as he waits for his NurseJoy friend to finish with his arm. "So, how bad is it, doc?"

"Simply said, you should be lucky for your endurance and regeneration gifts going with that strength. I still don't understand how in the hell you got Frail Constitution with it all, but you'll live and with patience, your arm will be better by noon tomorrow, so long as you don't go handing out knuckle sandwiches to every asshole we see. You'll run out of knuckles." she replies calmly, setting up a cast from a small case of materials she brought. As Dahmune sighs to calm himself down so his bloodgifts and Jolie's healing magic can begin working. He pulls out his Pokédex to take stock of their current equipment, so he'll know what to get from home and the store.

"OK, let's see what we've got here: The 'Dex, belt, poképack, Jolie's med-kit, Angolia's Stringblade, six standard pokéballs, these weird little goggle-thing's my dad made for me, enough pokechow to last the three of us until we pass beyond the Indigo/Johto border, my Pokepod, and the clothes on our backs. Oh, and this 'survival knife' gadget that I got last year for my birthday. Think we need anything?" Dahmune asked.

"We've got about anything we'd need for now, but best to check our cash and get some extra medical supplies, I've only got enough for a few more good casts in case you get punch-drunk again." Jolie stated, zipping up the kit with everything she had in it.

"Store run it is." Dahmune replies, rushing off in the general direction of the store with Jolie following close behind. But little do they know that a figure is following in the shadows of the bushes and trees, trailing them to their destination.