Elasha looked into the reflection of herself in her bedroom mirror and sighed. The Elf Princess had just celebrated her sixteenth birthday, making her a full pokégirl for one week. She was beginning to feel that her Elven Tribe was beginning to think and ask more of her, now that she was no longer a pokékit. Everyone is already looking at me as though I am something to be valued, thought the Elf Princess. The guards have all been itching to want to be my personal guards for a year. Doesn’t anyone care about what I want? Brushing her long, blonde hair with diligence, Elasha took in a breath and forced a smile upon her face. I guess it’s all part of growing up.
When the Elf Princess was finished, she put the brush down and began getting dressed. Her formal clothes were made up of a short and tight, leaf green dress which barely covered her thighs. The young pokégirl’s bust, a large and round C-cup, was making it a little difficult for her to breath, but anyone who saw her would agree that she filled out the clothing as if she were sewn into it. Smoothing out the dress, Elasha looked into the mirror again. When she was satisfied with her appearance, the ElfPrincess turned and walked out of her room and into the hallway. The home of the Elf Tribe’s “Royalty” was made of many large trees, all still alive of course. Whenever Elasha felt lonely, she would communicate with them to make herself feel better and welcomed. There’s no time to talk to them now, she thought as she walked down the hallway toward the Throne Room of the house.
As the Elf Princess walked into the Throne Room, she was greeted by Meriel, the ElfQueen, and her personal guards: Petra the Growltit and Marie the Arbust. Her mother was sitting on her throne, while the Fire-type and Poison-type stood next to her. The two guards did not smile, but Meriel was giving her daughter a very warm smirk. “So, my dearest,” she began slowly. “Have you given more thought as to who your taming partner will be?”
“No mother, I haven’t.” Elasha answered the ElfQueen. “Why must I pick a taming partner anyway?”
Meriel sighed. “Elasha, you know the answers to this already. You must tame in order to keep yourself from going feral and it is not proper for this tribe’s royalty to be promiscuous. You must choose at least one mate to be your partner and protector. Please do not make me order you or order another one of the Tribe’s members to become yours.” Meriel’s smirk returned to her face. “Or is that what you would like? Do you wish for the Tribe to have a contest for your hand… and everything else attached to it?”
The ElfPrincess glared at her mother. “No mother, I don’t wish to be won as if I were a prize.”
With the smirk leaving her face as quickly as it arrived, the ElfQueen coldly ordered, “Then I suggest you find a partner soon, Dear. If you don’t, I will choose for you.” Silence swept over the room for a few seconds. Finally, Meriel spoke up again. “Now go, spend the day deciding who you will choose to be your taming partner. I hope you think long and hard about it.”
Elasha leered at her mother, trying to think of something to say that would be witty and frustrate the ElfQueen, but she could not come up with anything. The young pokégirl bowed lightly as she left the room and out of the main door of her home. I can’t believe she still treats me like that, the ElfPrincess thought angrily as she began walking through the Elf Village. The village itself was made up of a few small clearing, since the tribe’s homes were made up of trees, much like the “Elf Palace”, though they were not as large. Although the area always had non-ferals walking around, the Elf Village was very well hidden from the rest of human society, other pokégirl societies and ferals.
Humans were not too much of a problem, due to the fact that the Tribe kept itself well away from the settlements and trails that they used. Once and a great while a nosy human with his harem of pokégirls would go deep off into the wilderness and near the Village, but they were not a match for the Tribal Guards. The humans were usually taken to be taming slaves and the former harems were absorbed into the Tribe. Most of the non-Elven pokégirls tended to be a little skeptical at first, but they all managed to join the side of the Tribe. Other pokégirl societies tended not to favor each other, which led to their village either losing members due to death or being captured.
It only took a couple of minutes for the ElfPrincess to walk out of the village and on her way to what the Elf Village called Flower Field. The Flower Field was a large clearing within the forest that was filled with many different species of wild flowers and took roughly 30 minutes to walk to. It was also a place where many of the timid feral pokégirls, such as the Flowergirls and Pussywillows made their homes. Elasha enjoyed watching the cute ferals enjoying the sun and attempting to start taming sessions with each other. She wondered what it would be like to join in on the other Plant-type pokégirls’ orgies, but was always too timid to do so.
When the ElfPrincess arrived at the Flower Field, she smiled at what she saw. The sun was shining brightly on the fully blossomed flowers and the field looked magnificent with all of its colors and different plants growing in beautiful harmony. Elasha could see a few feral Flowergirls, both hiding and playing within the plant life of the forest’s clearing. The ferals tended to play by commanding the plants to cover their bodies, while the other “friendly” ferals tended to find ways into the plant shell to initiate a taming session.
Elasha found a small, quiet clearing within the field and got comfortable. She lay in the soft grass, basking in the warm sunlight that shined down. Looking up into the sky, but covering her eyes with her hands, the young Elven pokégirl began thinking to herself. I wonder who I should choose to be my partner. It would need to be someone who I think is attractive, but would be able to defend me should a situation arise. Maybe I should pick Talila, that cute Thorne Slut I grew up with. I could pick that Horny Toad that is somewhat new to the village. I’ve heard she’s quite experienced in bed by what the other pokégirls have to say. She would also make for a great guard against my weaknesses, making us a great couple if we ever needed to battle. What’s her name again? Harmony? Oh, I just don’t know what I should do.
The ElfPrincess began to drift slowly into a calm, soft sleep. In what felt like a couple hours, but was really about fifteen minutes, Elasha began to hear footsteps approaching. They were not that of a feral, which tended to be cautious and light-footed, but of a tamed pokégirl. Hmm, I wonder who followed me from the village, she thought dazedly. It was not uncommon for one of the Elven Guards to follow the young pokégirl when she left the village, though she did not see the reason for all the security. It’s not that far from the village and I’m not going to run into trouble. I don’t know why they still treat me like I’m just a little pokékit.
The young pokégirl waited until the interloper was only a few feet away. Taking in a deep breath, Elasha asked, “So you came to check on me, huh? I could hear you coming from all the way back from the forest’s threshold. You’re not that good at sneaking…” The ElfPrincess opened her eyes to see who her stalker was, expecting to see a young, beautiful feminine figure.
To Elasha’s shock, an ugly, short and yellow skinned Goblina was looking down at the radiant ElfPrincess with hatful eyes. “I’m not good at sneaking, huh?” the disgusting pokégirl taunted the Elven pokégirl. Before Elasha could move, before she could even scream, the Goblina smacked her in the head, knocking the ElfPrincess into unconsciousness. “I may not be as good at sneaking like a snobby, heavy-chested Elf, but I sure as hell ain’t going to be sharing your fate.” Giving her prey a quick onceover, the yellow-skinned pokégirl continued to talk as if Elasha could still hear her. “Going out to this field on a deep recon to find some ferals, and I catch me an Elven whore. I think a promotion is in order.”
Snickering and cackling to herself, the Goblina tied the ElfPrincess up and began carrying her back to her clan. A few minutes later, the feral Flowergirls and Pussywillows came out from their hiding places in the field’s flowers and began playing their games with each other, as though nothing had happened.