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Specific alert about this story: This story is not recommended for those who have not at least read the general PG primer or not familiar with pokegirls since the beginning may be confusing. Although anyone planning to read PG fics should probably have already familiarized themselves with the primer, I understand that some may overlook this, hence the alert. Secondly there may be outbursts of German here and there, although much of it will be shown in English. For that which is left untranslated, I will provide both a meaningful translation in an authors note at the end of the story for those who are curious. However you can rest assured its most likely profane. This story is meant to be as cannon as possible, so for those that see any discrepancies, be sure to call me on it.
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Taming for Dummies
“You are a very shrewd business man,” declared one of the ranch managers. He was very clearly not happy with the way things turned out. Matthias could be a stubborn jackass at times. Whenever he was getting something, especially something important, he was the pickiest bastard you’d ever meet. When he had gone to cash in his credit for a starter pokégirl, he had selected the list of breeds he was interested in and interviewed each of the ‘girls in stock individually, wanting to know who exactly he was getting in bed with, literally. This apparently wasn’t a common occurrence at the Warrior’s Ranch, and the people guiding him through the facilities were grinding their teeth over the situation.
The ranch specialized in fighting types and pokégirls commonly used in law enforcement and the military. Matthias ended up selecting a rather spunky Amachop from there. She seemed to know the difference between the time for seriousness and the time for recreation without having to hide behind a façade, so it appeared to be a clear choice for him. The fighting type was not all that enticing when compared to some of the alluring creatures he had seen in the forest, but after looking at her stats, evolutions, and getting a good look at the way she acted, he decided it would be only a minor bump in the road. Of course, everyone puts their best foot forward when speaking to potential partners, but she seemed pretty much herself when he spoke to her other than her clear restraint whenever it appeared as if she wanted to interject her opinion.
The two were currently sitting near the town outskirts. The conversation had for the most part deterred back to the subject of exercise and training. It was nothing unexpected when one considered the particular breed’s ‘dex entry. The sun was setting and it was probably getting around to the time where Matt should “tame” his new partner. The thought made his stomach lurch half in excitement, half in disapproval. Some part of his subconscious was raring to go and procreate. On the other hand, his more cognitive functions were shouting “This is slavery you fool!” Then again, another part of his mind was rationalizing the use of slavery as a necessary tool for survival. Deep down, he knew that the later part of his mind was correct in that it was necessary to his survival. The enslavement of sentient beings that are essentially human was a base theme of the PG worlds. He just didn’t want to admit to himself that he would be partaking in a sugarcoated form of taking advantage of a severe genetic defect in another person and using it for his own gains.
Matthias stood and dusted himself off. “Well,” he began as he turned towards his companion, “it seems to be about time to turn in.”
The fighter looked up at the sunset. “It’s not that late,” she said.
The proto-tamer’s mouth thinned. “I think you know what I mean.”
“Oh, whatever do you mean?” The Amachop gave him an all-too-innocent look.
Matthias muttered something unsavory in his more favored tongue and was just about to spell it out when an idea hit him. “Okay then, we won’t.”
The gray-skinned pokégirl’s jaw dropped slightly as she stared at him as if he had just grown a second head. “Huh?” was the only intelligible thing that came from her.
“You don’t seem to be in the mood, so-“ Matt was cut off by a low growl emanating from his starter. His hazel eyes twinkled in an attempt to restrain the smile that was beginning a ghostly voyage across his visage. “I take it you’ve reconsidered.”
“Don’t fuck with me,” she shot pointblank.
“Okay then, but you’ll need someone who’ll you want to tame with so that you won’t go feral.” The Amachop stood to her not so impressive four foot height. However her bulging muscles flexing out as she glared a glare at him would cause all but the most deranged menace class pokégirl to hesitate caused her to be rather intimidating. Her sports bra and loincloth, her only articles of clothing, were starting to strain under her swelling muscles. His smile twitched downward before becoming a full-blown grin. “Look, I could be blunt and just come out and say that I want to throw you on a bed or nearest suitable surface and fuck you like a sex-starved Vixxen,” he said, chuckling to himself at how he had already used some figurative language of this world after only socializing for a few days, “but I thought you liked games so I decided to play.” The ‘girl’s glare faltered before disintegrating into a mere suspicious gaze. “It’s not a nice way to do it, I know, but think of this as a lesson to not dish out what you can’t take. In the future this would be a good skill to have when socializing with others, which is fairly inevitable when considering the nature of what will hopefully become my profession.” Matthias’s grin vanished in an instant as it was replaced by a serious look. “Also, let it be a lesson teaching you that I don’t dance to anyone else’s tune unless there’s some damn good music playing.”
The fighter looked at him evenly. “I didn’t think your true colors would show until after you bonded me to you.”
Matt barked a laugh. “Although you’re not the first person to think like that, let me tell you something. Believe it or not, what you have seen of me in the short amount of time you’ve known me is all me simply being myself. What you have witnessed are just multiple facets of my personality. If you don’t understand- I am not, by the way, suggesting that you don’t- I’ll sum it up as an antipathy for the ‘put your best foot forward’ rule.”
His starter gave him a blank stare.
He sighed and decided to elaborate. He hated reciting all these useless speeches he had to give to everyone. “Unless speaking to someone above me, such as in the chain of command in a business in which I work, I am friendly and kind to people I like and cold and antagonistic to those I don’t. It’s really that simple. The fact that I’ve been cordial to you like I have is because you made a good impression on me and I like you. My earlier play was simply another way I interact with people on my good side … and a friendly warning of course. I only break this rule when interacting with a person who is either dangerous, or really someone I can’t afford to burn my bridge to.” Of course in a sense, the pokégirl in front of him wasn’t someone he could afford to burn his bridge to, but he didn’t plan on blurting that out for the world to hear. Doing so would breed both distrust and a fat head.
The Amachop waited to see if he was finished before speaking. “That was very detailed,” she deadpanned.
“That, along with many other topics, was just one of many monologues I have been forced to tell far too many people.”
“Question,” she announced.
“Shoot,”
“How did I make a good impression on you if I was as rude as I was when you talked to me at the ranch?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
He chuckled. “Well, you weren’t so much rude as you were wary, and besides,-“ he explained, pausing to curl a lock of her black hair behind her ear, “I like ‘em feisty.”
“Hmmm…” the fighter began, adopting a more randy expression, “so what was that earlier about wanting to fuck my like a sex starved Vixxen?”
XXX
Matthias had wheedled the current Nursejoy on staff into allowing him access to the ‘center’s facilities until the airship arrived to take him to the training area in the Cambria province, close to the province’s namesake and League capital. Opening the door, the wannabe tamer and his starter were about to enter the room, but the sight that awaited him caused him to freeze in his tracks. The short muscled out pokégirl behind him was trying to peer past his much taller form. When she finally squeezed passed him, she came across the sight that had Matthias opening and closing his jaw like a big mouth bass.
“Oh,” she said. Inside of the room, were wall to wall, every single sex toy imaginable and many which defied human creativity. “Sooooo…” the Amachop began, “what do ya suppose that one’s for?” she said jerking her thumb in the direction of a fear inspiring contraption.”
Regaining his voice, he closed his mouth and replied, “I’m not sure. I would venture a guess that it’s for asphyxiophiliacs.”
“You lost me.”
“People, such as Dominas and the like, who get off by being choked.”
“Oh.” The answer gave her pause for thought. The thought didn’t last long because without further ado, she flopped herself onto a small double bed in the corner of the room. “Most of the other ‘girls at the ranch avoided taming with Amachops because of our need to be restrained, justifying it with our low libido.”
The look she was sending him caused Matthias to notice a familiar swell in his jeans. He pulled some of the heavier restraints from the wall next to the bed. If he remembered correctly, Amachops had eight times the strength of a human, pound for pound. These restraints had x8-x18 written across a tag connected to them, so he assumed they were the correct ones.
Finally setting them up after fumbling with them repeatedly, he finally seemed to have the impatient fighter secured. “Are you comfortable enough?” he asked, wanting to double check. The restraints had her arms pulled over her head and her legs spread quite a distance. It would be beneficial to their relationship if this was good for the both of them.
“Get on with it,” she grumbled out. Matthias shrugged. He couldn’t do anything about discomfort if he didn’t know about it.
Despite his tenseness, he leaned in and planted a somewhat hesitant kiss upon her lips. She pushed back against his lips with great force, sneaking her tongue inside his mouth. Matthias was a little surprised with how much force she was putting into their kiss. She must have been really needing this. He intertwined his own tongue with hers and gently sucked on the intruding muscle. A throaty sigh came from the fighter. Matthias’s member swelled further upon hearing this.
Getting braver, he pulled away from the kiss and proceeded down her jaw and to her carotid. It was surprisingly cute when she whimpered under his suckling. The wannabe tamer’s hands drifted downward and slipped behind her to undo her meager clothing. Her two pieces of clothing flopped gracelessly to the floor after Matthias threw them over his shoulder. The passion between them began to ignite, and their motions became more heated.
Her breasts were almost invisible and overpowered by her rippling pectoral muscles. Not being fazed in the slightest by this, Matthias kissed his way down the fighters clavicle before latching onto one of her nipples. She arched her back to try and push her chest closer to him, beginning to sigh and groan at his attentions. One of his hands snuck down to her growing wetness. The Amachop yelped when one of his fingers plunged into her. Her hips bucked, causing the chains of the restraints to rattle and groan in expression of their distaste of the action.
After a little more ministration, Matthias prepared his shaft and slowly pushed his way in. Her inner walls clamped down almost instantaneously, making it difficult to move. The fighter shuddered as her body convulsed. When she loosened up, he continued, not in the least bit discouraged. Their sounds of pleasure filled the night air for hours to come.
XXX
It was Sunday morning and nearly time for departure for the training camp. Apparently the camp rotated classes so that there was a new group starting every other week or so, depending on the amount of younglings deciding that they want to be tamers. Matthias woke up in a groggy fashion as the alarm next to him blared odd music at him. It sounded like techno… he did not enjoy techno. Smashing his fist down on the snooze button, he suddenly remembered why he set the annoying contraption.
Rolling out of bed and onto the floor, the tamer trainee groaned at his tiredness. He and…- darn he still needed to name her- his companion were up until a rather unsavory hour of the early morning. As he stood up, he got a good whiff of what he and his bedmate smelled like. The stench of their previous activities permeated the room. They would need to shower thoroughly before they departed.
“Hey,” he said, shaking his partner awake, “Time to get up.” She groaned and rolled over, completely ignoring him. Matthias scratched his growing beard in thought. He suddenly smiled. “Gabriele, wake up!”
The Amachops eyes shot open and she turned to face her new master. “Ama?... chop.” her face contorted in frustration as she realized that she was still in the first stage of taming shock.
“I thought Gabriele was a good name.” He smiled at her. “Do you like it?”
She nodded her head vigorously. “Chop!”
“Well that’s good.” Matthias leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek and whispered to her, “It’s a feminine version of a name that means ‘the strongman of god.’ The original name, Gabriel, was a very old name attributed to one of the most infamous enforcers in the Judeo-Christian tradition. Be sure to do it proud.” He stood back up and stretched. “Okay, it’s 6:30 A.M., and the airship arrives at 10:00. We need to gather everything up and get out of here as soon as we can. I have one thing to do that’s pretty important.”
XXX
“So who are we going to go see again?” Louis asked sleepily.
Matthias made a noise halfway between a grunt and a yawn. “I’m going to go see the local Kooky Collector. I have some things to hack, and from the few people I’ve talked to, this guy is a big collector of Pre-Sukebe junk.”
“So why am I here?” Louis yawned again.
Gabriele face-palmed. “You followed us on your own.”
“Oh,” the fully fledged tamer looked around sleepily. “Yeah, that’s right. I wanted to see you off before I left back for Ruby.”
Matthias gave a halfhearted smile. “Yes, and I truly appreciate the gesture. You’ve been very kind despite the fact of my being a simple cast away.” Gabriele looked at her partner for a good while before deciding not to comment on his statement.
“Hmmm…” Louis’s eyes glazed over as his mind went to the sort of autopilot that many early risers develop over prolonged periods of sleep deprivation.
Matthias glanced at his watch, which read 0830 on its set twenty-four hour scale. He had next to no money. Alexandrine had informed him of an eccentric collector who found pre-Sukebe ‘artifacts’ to be something worth dishing out money for. The tamer trainee didn’t really have anything except a wad of money he dug from his safe when he landed in this world. He hoped that whatever eccentric he found would be interested in buying the now useless money from his emergency reserve.
Once the wannabe tamer found the address, he knocked on the door three times in quick succession. There was no answer. Matt prepared to knock again, but the door opened before he could.
“Hello sir, how can I- Oh, it’s you.” The person standing at the door was the same Warrior Nun who had done his evaluation. “Well, what do you want?”
XXX
Matthias slouched on a bench with Gabriele. Jason and one of his ‘girls sat across from him on another bench. The two groups were waiting for the arrival of the airship that was supposed to take the newbie tamers to the Azure training camp. Matt was rubbing his aching temples in an attempt to get over his headache. The headache originated from his ordeal with the old man who collected his precious antiques. Fortunately, the collector was very, very interested in Matthias’s old money. Unfortunately, his alpha, the Warrior Nun, was a total bitch throughout the entire process.
Matt’s personal opinion was that he had just robbed the old bloke blind when considering what the money could’ve originally gotten him. Then again, it was fair since most paper currency disintegrated over time. Not to mention the fact that the squabbling celestial’s suspicions led to her using her celestial lie detector and unwittingly verifying everything that Matt said. The money he got was squirreled away into a shiny new bank account so he wouldn’t be tempted to spend anything. The Warrior Nuns constant interference made things more difficult than they could’ve been.
“And why does he need more than one of each unit of currency?” the celestial pestered, obviously defensive of her master.
Matthias sighed. “I am simply making the offer of more than one set since antiques like these are biodegradable and therefore incredibly rare. Things this old that haven’t completely fallen apart are rarer than Dawn Stones and individually just as valuable if not more so. If you don’t want them for your collection, I’m sure some museum or other collector will.”
“Hmmm…” the older gentleman mumbled something to himself. He was in great shape for his age, and looked like a seasoned veteran of the military. Apparently he had done well for himself as was shown by the many trinkets, souvenirs, and antiques decorating his abode. “You make a good point lad. I have a rivalry to hold up with someone, so I can’t have it falling into that old curmudgeon’s hands now can I?” Matthias chuckled and shook his head.
The airship had arrived while Matt had his head in the clouds, and the boarding call had just sounded. Louis stood and approached him, holding out his hand for a departing handshake. The tamer trainee stood and reciprocated the gesture. A comfortable silence draped over the group as Matt picked up his meager belongings and headed for the hallway leading outside to the airship.
“Hey!” Louis bellowed. Matthias and Gabriele turned to see Louis waving at them. “Knock ‘em dead Matt! Show them that I didn’t just save some deadbeat, okay!”
Matthias gave a true smile. “Yes,” he called back, “I’ll be sure to do just that.”
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AMACHOP, the Tough Pokégirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Fighting
Frequency: Common
Diet: Human Style
Role: Physical Labor, particularly in construction
Libido: Very Low
Strong Vs: Bug, Dark, Ice, Rock, Normal, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Psychic
Attacks: Body Slam, Toss, Crushing Punch, Low Kick, Focus
Enhancements: Enhanced Density (x2), Enhanced Strength (x8), Enhanced Durability (x6), reinforced musculoskeletal structure
Weaknesses: Inability To Swim
Evolves: Amachoke (normal)
Evolves From: None
Throughout every element of the Pokégirl universe, there stands out one Pokégirl that is considered to be the go to girl for that, the one girl that comes to mind whenever that element is brought into question. With her surprising strength, calm nature, and low taming requirements, the Amachop is considered to be that girl for the Fighting element.
Certainly not the most attractive Pokégirl in the world, what with Amachops four-foot frame, breasts that rarely reach pass an A cup without assistance, and grey tinged body, the fighting type Pokégirl still finds a niche of fans for her looks. When this is brought up, the girl herself is often surprised that anyone could find her budging muscles that make her look more like a male body builder then a female attractive, but she’ll still preen when those fans make a pass at her.
Those very muscles aren’t for show, though. Not only gifting the Pokégirl with strength that outclasses a huge number of Pokégirls, including a sizable amount of other fighting types, the Amachops muscles and skin are also quite tough, able to withstand quite a lot of damage. In fact, it was this very nature of their bodies that made the Amachops front line fighters during the war, where a number of the weaker firearms had little effect on the girls. It is because of this strength and how common the Pokégirl is that tributes the most to her popularity. Unfortunately, such muscle packed bodies also have some disadvantages as well, the most severe being the Amachops lack of swimming ability. It doesn’t matter how much they try, the poor fighting type finds herself sinking like a rock and, because of this, often avoids deep water. Such a body also means that she’s quite heavy for a Pokégirl her size, but most don’t consider this much of an issue.
Amachops, despite their immense strength and popularity, are rather calm and levelheaded Pokégirls. Rarely do they come with the mental difficulties seen in some other girls and the quirks about them are kept to a minimum. In fact, about the only thing about the girl that stands out personality wise is her single desire to become stronger. While she shares this trait with the Lambchop Pokégirl, she isn’t obsessed to the point of killing herself. The Amachop knows the body and understands that it requires rest, taking breaks when needed and knowing when to stop when she’s in danger of pushing herself to far. Instead, Amachops often express the desire that others train with her, wanting them to be fit and healthy as well, and will often request that her master and harem sisters join her in training. It’s suggested to go along with this, since Amachops tend to become rather surly and ill tempered with tamers that do nothing but sit around all day.
Amachops rely solely on their strength and durability to make it through the battle and in fact, it’s this way of fighting that puts them off with others of their element. Amachops wonder why they would waste their time bouncing about or practicing specific stances when all it takes is a one good punch to knock their opponent flat. This isn’t to say that the girl doesn’t understand martial arts or even enjoys them, but often considers them to be more important to other Pokégirls that don’t have her kind of muscle power. That same power, of course, becomes near useless in a sex battle, where orgasms are key.
Taming an Amachop brings a few interesting issues to the table. While her low libido means that she needs as much taming as some ice types, it’s often necessary to use restraints with the girl because of her great strength. This often means that the fighting type must be tamed at a Pokécenter or buying portable restraints to keep her down, not an easy feat with a girl that can bench press half a ton. Tamers who do tame the girl without restraints are suggested to take caution, as injuries have happened with the girl. Sexually, Amachops become more aroused when her tamer works out along side her and especially when he offers to take care of her sore muscles. In fact, some tamers often joke that an Amachops libido jumps to High when she’s been given a really good massage.
Dealing with Feral Amachops tends to be rather easy. The girls are actually quite intelligent during the state with their only feral tendency being their aggressiveness. With the girl being so docile when tame, it comes to a shock to many when she sends her fist through the wall in a bout of anger. Luckily, feral Amachops retain their control over their strength, making sure that only the things they want to break end up broken.
Threshold Amachops, other then being the most common of Fighting type thresholds, are often at odds with the changes to their body. Often the sign that a girl is thresholding into an Amachop is both a sudden weight gain as well as the desire to gain strength. Those who had a body before hand are assuredly upset at the lack of it in her new form and there have been quite a few swimmers devastated by the change. The new strength also takes some time getting used to, with the girls accidentally putting much more strength behind normal everyday things, causing quite a few accidents. It should be obvious that she should not be near fragile things during this time.