Ch 01

Behind him, the celebration was still in full swing. Mr. Todd had broken open a barrel of Ale, not his best, but near it. And the women had all put together a fine feast.

He wasn’t interested.

Brinney was a small town, barely 50 humans, 60 if you counted the girls who hadn’t hit threshold just yet. All the well wishes and congratulations he’d spent the evening hearing had been repeated a dozen times.

He’d snuck off near when Sam had gotten into his tenth mug and climbed onto the table.

In front of him, the ocean was quiet, low waves gently washing over the rocky beach. It was a clear sky with the wreckage of the moon shining, and the broken rocks cast crazed shadows on the shore.

Wait…

He unfolded from his seat, hand reaching for the pistol his father had given him years ago. If probably wouldn’t kill anything really dangerous, but it might slow it down enough to get back to the town.

There!

This time, it wasn’t a half caught glimpse. A scant ten meters out into the sea, in the shadow cast by a particularly large rock, two points of red glowed like eyes.

Then she passed out of the shadow, and he got a good look at her head. Pale, pale skin, with grey hair and long pointed ears. Stark red rings around her eyes and sweeping black and red markings on her forehead.

He froze.

Mutio weren’t particularly dangerous alone. But they usually traveled in large schools. His eyes swung around franticly, but be couldn’t see any more.

He looked back at the ‘girl.

Where did she…

He could feel his heart start to hammer and his breath rushed in his ears as he spun around. He didn’t see how she could have gotten behind him, but…

There was a skittering from the beach, and he whirled, yanking the gun from under his arm.

He was bowled over before it cleared the holster. And lay stunned on the rocks, pinned by the dripping pokegirl.

The world went very, very quiet. Narrowing down to his heavy breaths and the faint sniffling hisses from the girl.

For a long moment, he lay there staring into the wide, bright eyes above his face.

His arm, trapped as it was across his chest, started to fall asleep, and he tried to shift it before he thought better.

The Mutio reared back, hissing loudly through needle teeth and smacked his arm aside, sending the gun he’d still held skittering off into the dark, well out of reach. Then her claws grabbed him firmly by the wrists, and her face was again shoved into his, breath smelling faintly of fish filling his nose as a soft shriek hit his ears.

Come on, come on, make more noise, and let someone in the town hear…

Terrence wasn’t nearly stupid enough to scream, not with those horrific teeth hovering just over his nose, and her claws already digging into his wrists.

The girl calmed, and resumed her sniffing inspection of his face and neck. Occasionally, her wet skin, or maybe that was her tongue, would brush against him in a way that he might have found pleasant in another situation.

Fuck, he thought, this is the last thing I need.

With his initial panic fading, the signs were clear enough even to his inexperienced eyes.

The girl wasn’t hungry, she was horny.

He didn’t even notice that one of his hands was free until he felt her claws ripping his shirt apart. It wasn’t terribly important at the moment though, he couldn’t even see his gun, and Mutio were only weak by comparison to other pokegirls.

In a few seconds, the girl had pinned both his hands just above his head, and slid herself down his body, nosing and licking at his chest and stomach.

Oh hell, might as well…

He shifted again, slowly, and even so provoked a hiss, as the girl glared up at him.

But he’d managed to get his body to lie more comfortably, and after a moment she went back to her exploration.

He responded.

It wasn’t exactly easy, no matter how he’d shifted there were still rocks digging into his back, and his hands were starting to go numb. But he’d managed to pass the taming test at the Red Cliffs Center, and that damned Nurse had gone out of her way to make it unpleasant.

I can do this, he thought, wishing he felt half as confident as his mental voice, no sweat!

Slowly, he felt himself rise to the occasion, and after almost 20 minutes, his hardening member pushed against the girl’s chest.

She slid lower, dragging his arms to a still uncomfortable angle over his face, and he felt a cold dread in his gut as he realized just where here claws were about to be. But his pants fell away without the addition of his bits, and he let out a breath he didn’t quite remember holding.

Only to heave it back in, harshly, as a wet, rough hand wrapped him in a too firm grip and tugged, hard.

Oh that smarts…

There was another wet touch, gentler this time, but still rough and pebbly. It was lower too, and then there was a faint prickling sensation and he realized that that mouthful of needles was now wrapped around his balls.

He closed his eyes and focused very, very hard on imagining Susan, one of the Jennys from the Center, sucking him off.

Now would be an absolutely horrible time to go soft.

Fortunately, the problem didn’t last long, and the girl removed her mouth and made her way back up his body, faster now.

He felt her scaly thighs grab hard against his hips, and her hand shifting him a bit, before she pushed down onto him and buried her teeth in his shoulder.

A moan of pain and a grunt of pleasure mingled into a curious “huurrgh” sound in his throat, and then he was gritting his teeth and trying not to pass out as her teeth twisted and tore in his flesh.

Her cunt, what little of it he could feel through the curious, lightheaded sensation that was slowly washing over him, was cool and slick, and very pleasant.

Her free hand scraped lines of fire across his chest, and he felt something wet drip down his side. He tried to ignore the pain in favor of the sex and hoped the girl would finish soon.

To his luck, she spent only another few minutes riding him before she lurched upwards, head thrown back and mouth stretching open in a shriek fit to raise the dead.

He hazily noticed that the moonlight gleaming on her pale chest looked quite nice.

She panted over him for a bit, and licked at the bloody wounds on his torso before nuzzling at his face.

He waited for her to leave so he could drag himself back to town.

After a few minutes, he heard shouting, and the girl bolted to stand on all fours, hissing in the general direction of the town.

He turned his head to watch her, and she stood like that for a moment, breath hissing wetly, before dashing into the surf almost faster than he could blink.

He managed to prop his head up and caught her glowing red eyes glancing back before she ducked out of sight behind a rock.

He let his head drop and waited for whoever it was coming up from town to get here.

…think I’ll take a nap…

O0O

His eyes opened to a blur.

A very bright, very unpleasant blur.

He snapped them shut and tried to curse, but his mouth wasn’t cooperating.

It also tasted like something had crawled down his throat and died.

He risked slitting one eye open, and saw that the blur was a little less painful.

He felt like shit.

After a few minutes, he managed to open both eyes, and the blur had solidified into something that looked a little like a ceiling.

He tried to sit up.

Fuck.

The second he’d started his whole front blazed agony. He couldn’t even lift his head.

Let’s not do that again.

With some effort, he managed to roll his head to one side; there was a window, blinds open, looking off a rise over the ocean.

Right, injured, Red Cliffs.

Turning his head to the other side was easier, but he still couldn’t manage more than a soft groan at the door, which remained firmly closed.

He thought about turning back to the ceiling, decided he’d rather know if someone looked in, and settled to waiting.

It was a long wait.

About an hour later, or so he judged by the passage of shadows, the door opened and a young helper, probably about 14 looked in.

“Afternoon” Terrance said. His mouth still felt horrid, but it was getting better.

Or he was getting used to it.

“Oh!” the girl started; dropping the clipboard she’d been scribbling on before blushing furiously and grabbing for it again.

Before he could say anything else she vanished back out the door, and he could hear he calling for Kally at the top of her lungs.

Yeah, definitely Red Cliffs.

His second wait was shorter, and in minutes the NightNurse barged through the door and started prodding at him.

“I…” he started, but she cut him off.

“Eight hours.” She said.

He waited for something more, but she just gave his chest a particularly sharp poke and “hmmed” at his grunt.

“What…” he managed.

“Your pokedex and starter,” she said, “they’ll be ready in eight hours.”

“And me?” he asked.

She made a “tut” sound.

“Now that you’re conscious, you should be fine by then.”

She gave him a hard look, dropped a sheet of paper on his chest, and then stalked out of the room, the helper from before mouthing “sorry” before rushing after her.

He sighed, and tried to raise his head again, this time with somewhat more success.

There wasn’t much to look at though, so he dropped his head back and tried to figure some way to pass the time.

Eventually, he managed to get the paper in a position to read from it.

It was a list of the injuries he’d gotten from the Mutio.

Cracked pelvis, burst blood vessels in my dick, shoulder nearly missing, chest cut to hell, wrists crushed…

It went on and on, half the items he couldn’t for the life of him remember getting.

He dropped his head back and let the list drift to the ground.

Fuck the next few days are going to be hell.

O0O

It was nearly dusk by the time he managed to climb out of the bed and shuffle to the door. He still felt oddly tight where he’d been healed, and there was a twinge of pain whenever he moved, but it no longer smacked him down.

He made it to the bathroom without falling more than twice, which he counted a success.

By the time he got back to the room, the young helper was chewing her lip nervously outside the door. When the girl saw him, she grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall, ignoring his protests as all his injuries started to blaze.

Eventually, he was shown into a small office. Behind a desk, Kally was typing at a computer.

On the desk, were a tamers belt with 6 balls and a dex.

“Go on” the NightNurse spared a second to wave at the items without bothering to take her eyes from the screen. “Take your things and get.”

Terrence didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed them, nodded to the helper, and left. It was too late to make the trip back to Brinney today, he wasn’t sure Kally would bother fixing him if he undid her work so soon, but he certainly wasn’t going to spend the night bothering the ‘girl.

Knowing better than to stay in the patient room he’d been in, he followed the signs to the transient Tamers area, a long room with a dozen bunks and a small kitchen. There were two other people there, but they both ignored him, and he wasn’t in the mood for company. He pulled a few trail bars from a cabinet in the kitchen and ate them quickly, then walked back through the bunks.

The walk, short as it had been, had left him tired and sore, he locked his things in the drawer beside an empty bunk and fell asleep.

He woke in the middle of the night to the sound of muffled grunts and loud moans from the other side of the room. He didn’t bother looking to see what girl was being tamed, just pulled the thin pillow over his head and rolled over.

When he woke the next morning, the sun was already well up and his injuries felt slightly less debilitating. He stumbled to the kitchen area and managed to fix sausage and eggs without burning himself, then dumped the lot into a large bowl and took it to a table.

One of the other Tamer’s was already gone, and the other didn’t give the overlarge breakfast a second glance. Injuries were common enough for tamers, and a healing always left you ravenous.

After breakfast, he gave himself a sniff, decided he could do without a shower just yet, retrieved his dex and belt, and headed for the door.

O0O

300 meters out from the center, still well within the Repellant ring, but below the cliff top Center and near the rocky shore, Terrence turned off the narrow road that ran between the Center and the nearby towns and found a nice flat rock shelf, screened from the center and the road by up-thrust stones, all the deep red rock that gave the Center it’s name.

He sat again with his back to a rock, facing out towards the ocean.

This time, he set his gun carefully beside him, in easy reach. The Sonics worked underwater, but changes in depth meant that sometimes a ‘girl would simply swim over or under them. Then he took out the filled pokeball he’d been given and ran his thumb over the groove.

No time like the present.

A firm thumb to the release button and a soft flash later and a slim, dark brown bundle of fur was curled up on the rocks.

Setting the ball aside, he took out his pokedex and scanned the Eva.

After a moment to find and exchange data with the tag chip planted in her neck the screen gave him a wealth of information about the girl.

Hmm, Sara, thresholder, no real domestic skills…

He paged quickly through the mundane data from her indoctrination profile to get to her ratings.

Fast, did well with the combat training… he glanced up as he saw the last note.

“You tried to run away?” He asked.

While he’d been reading, the girl had uncurled herself and knelt down on the rock. When he spoke she squeaked, and he thought he could see her face darken under its thin coat of fur.

”Yes sir.” She mumbled.

Well he thought, seems well enough now.

He went back to the dex, copied some of her data to a permanent file and killed the link to the tag chip.

“Alright” he said, “Ground rules, you do as your told, mind your manners, and speak up if something’s wrong. You understand?”

The ‘girl nodded. He waited nearly a minute before she mumbled “Yes sir” again.

He shook his head. Discouraging a runaway was one thing, but this was ridiculous.

“Speak up when I ask you something.” He said, “Unless we’re somewhere I don’t mean to be heard you answer clearly.”

“Yes sir” she managed.

Terrence sighed. It would have to do.

“It’s a few hours walk back home. You come behind and keep an eye out.”

She nodded, “yes sir.”

He was beginning to think she didn’t know any other words.

He heaved himself to his feet and pocketed the dex, grabbed her pokeball and slotted it onto his belt.

He was reaching for his gun when he heard something skittering behind him and dove forward.

By the time he came up, gun in hand, Sara was tangled up with a Mutio, the furry ‘girls teeth locked over one pale wrist and her hands trying to get a grip on the mutio’s shoulders.

The Mutio was trying to get her teeth into Sara’s neck while clawing furiously at her flanks.

He waited half a minute, found a clear shot and took it.

The bullet was a normal one, his father hadn’t let him use elemental rounds without supervision, but it did its job. It crashed into the Mutio’s back next to the spine, and she tore free from the Eva in front of her, whirling around with a pained shriek and rushing at him, though a fair bit slower than she had been before.

Sara, whether by trained instinct or plain rage caught her up and tackled her to the ground, her jaws closing over the fishgirl’s neck and heaving back.

The mutio let out another shriek and flailed her limbs at the rock, but she was well pinned did nothing more than bruise herself.

Terrence fumbled his gun to his left hand and pulled an empty pokeball from his belt. He almost forgot to prime it before he tossed it easily onto the mutio’s head.

She vanished inside and Sara fell awkwardly to the ground, nearly cracking her teeth.

Terrence ignored her and watched the shaking ball as the light flickered once, twice, then held steady for three seconds and faded.

He breathed out, then laughed, elated.

I did it! He thought, I caught a pokegirl!

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