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Reality Bites... Hard
Matt yelped as Theresa dipped another anesthetic-less scalpel into his shoulder.
“So what did you do this time?” the Night Nurse asked in a semi-friendly manner as she opened the trainee’s shoulder to operate.
“I’d rather- GOTTLOS MUTTER VON SATAN-“ he screamed while a scalpel raked across his shattered bones, “not… speak…” he gasped as she prodded something not meant to be prodded, “-bite… tongue- KAALAFRIGIMOTHERFAAAAA!!!”
“I don’t recognize that last bit,” Theresa said, smirking down at him, “What language was that?” Matthias simply glared at her as she finished tending to his wound. After she finally sealed him back up, Matt’s disdainful expression lightened a bit, and he closed his eyes in relief and leaned back to rest his head, feeling tired suddenly.
“Thanks,” he wheezed out, “The latest edition of my team got a vine loose from my partner’s grip and decided to smash in my clavicle. Fortunately, Gabriele was fast enough to save my sorry ass.”
“What’d you find, a Weepingbutt?” the pokégirl asked with a raised brow.
“Ivywhore, actually. Fortunately, I’ve seemed to hae bonded to her earlier, so I don’t have to start from scratch again.”
“Hmmm, you must be good stuff for an Ivywhore to pull free from an Amachoke.”
“No need to tease, I’m wounded enough as it is.”
“I’m not teasing.”
Matthias half opened an eye and turned it in the Night Nurses direction. “If I believed you I’d say one could only know with a demonstration,” he frowned at her. “Again, if I believed you.”
Theresa lost her good humor. “Why’re you so suspicious of everyone?” she asked in an annoyed tone. “In all the time you’ve been here you’ve made few friends, and those you have buddied up with are usually instructors.
“I’m very selective about the people I associate myself with.”
“That’s no excuse for being such an overly suspicious recluse. Sometimes you just need to trust in people a little.”
“Eisenhower said ‘Trust but verify.’ A wary person lives longer than an unwary one, especially in the lawless world we live in.”
The woman standing over him looked confused at the mention of Eisenhower and then taken aback at his last few words. “Lawless?” she asked puzzled.
“There’s no law in the wilderness,” Matt stated grimly. “The state of nature is something that allows absolute freedom. Sadly, that includes the freedom to butcher each other with personal little living weapons that will obey their ‘masters’ without question and blame it on a feral if anyone sniffs around it.”
Theresa cocked her head. “Are pokégirls weapons?”
“Anything can be a weapon if one is in a weaponry mood, even other people.” Matt rolled his eyes and sighed. “Can we, please, change the subject? The current topic at hand is depressing.”
Theresa looked pleased with his answer but quickly replaced her expression with a frown. “Fine, now what to do, what to do?”
“I dunno,” Matt answered somewhat playfully, “What do you wanna do?”
The Night Nurse put on an expression of mock thought before smiling in a rather intimidating fashion. “Well I do believe a demonstration was in order.”
Damn, that was back fast, “Oh dear-“
XXX
Matt was dragged into a nearby storage closet and pushed (more like slammed) up against the wall. He exhaled sharply as the impact knocked the wind out of him. Theresa covered his mouth with her own and slipped her tongue inside to probe his oral cavity. The pinned male futilely attempted to push the much stronger woman off of him, but to no avail. He finally managed to pull away and gasp in some sweet air into his much overly starved lungs.
“Steigen Sie von mir, dumme Hure!” he shouted to the loudest of his ability, causing his own ears to ring in the enclosed space.
Theresa scowled at him. “I understand enough German to know that that was rude.”
“Get the fuck off!” the writhing male yelled again.
“What’s wrong with you?” the pokégirl asked incredulously. The Night Nurse’s eyes widen, and she howled in pain when Matthias sunk his teeth into one of the arms holding him in place. Sadly, he didn’t get the freedom he desired and instead a solid knee to the groin. Although she seemed to miss his testicles, much to the delight of his future kin, Matt instead received the attack to the pubis section of the pelvis, causing the cartilage that holds the two halves of the pelvic divide to split and render the frantic male’s legs rather useless. Despite all this, the man was still struggling with all the might he could muster while ignoring the horrific pain in his abdomen, completely high on adrenaline.
“Let me go!” he half demanded/half pleaded.
“Why?” Theresa honestly looked confused. It was rather unusual for her to receive so much resistance. Matt was deaf to it all and continued flailing around. The frustrated woman growled and shook him. “Hey! What’s going on with you?!”
“What do ya think?!”
The pokégirl released him from her grip and let him fall to the ground on his inert legs. Matt screamed out when the pain lanced up through his whole body. He actually started to try and drag himself away towards the closet door. The confused infernal looked down at him. It was uncommon for her to be rejected like this, being a rare and powerful pokégirl. Of course, calling this rejection was like calling Hiroshima a cherry bomb.
Theresa sighed an opened the door for him. “Stop whining and let me heal you.”
XXX
Matthias wobbled out of the camp’s pokécenter, feeling more injured than when he first entered. Theresa was clearly stronger than he was and gave him several swelling black bruises across his body that she didn’t bother to heal. She fixed his pelvis and kicked him out of the ‘center… literally. He didn’t really notice them until after it was all over as he was… distracted when he first received them. The two of them had flirted now and then for fun, but Matt really didn’t expect this to happen. He supposed he over reacted a bit, but the whole idea of it dredged up some bad memories. He decided to bury this and deal with it later.
The stranger in a strange world limped towards the cafeteria and released Gabriele and the new plant-type to stand in line. The Ivywhore kept trying to head straight for the food ahead, but the futility of it became apparent after Matt recalled her with her pokéball and rereleased her next to him a few times. She whined in frustration every time but in the end realized the futility of it and settled for rubbing herself against him affectionately. Matt did his best to keep himself composed as she often brushed over many of the wounds he ironically enough received in a place of healing. Eventually they reached the area where a Bimbo and a pair of Milktits were placing appropriate portions of each food item onto the passing tamer’s trays. Once again he had to firmly stop the plant-type next to him from trying to acquire the food herself and decline one of the younger Milktit’s offer of a ‘Fresh glass of Milk.’
After sitting down, Matthias ate in relative peace with Gabriele and the new Ivywhore. He had found a staff member willing to stamp her with the local Azure Speech T2. It seems to have implanted most conversational English and all the important German words that native Azure folk tend to slur into conversation. He’d been thinking of a name for her, but naming adults seemed rather intruding to him, having had a hard enough time working up the guts to name Gabriele. Matt still worried about the customs and comforts of this place becoming too easy to swallow… and this is supposed to be a liberal area of the world.
A kid approached the table that the trio was dining at. He stopped and smirked. Matt glanced up seeing some lizard-like fire-type slightly behind him with an open flame dancing around on the tip of her tail standing. “Can I help you?” Matthias asked tiredly as he corrected his Ivywhores use of cutlery.
“Just wonderin’ is it true you tamed the Night Nurse at the ‘center?” the other trainee asked in an English-Deutsch dialect.
Matthias mentally sighed. It had been less than an hour after leaving the little medical office and there was already a rumor. He paused for a moment and composed a sentence in his head. “You won’t believe me if I it deny. Just ask your question and get it over with,” he responded throwing random mixes of English and German vocabulary and grammar together.
The kid cocked his head. “Odd speech, where ya from?”
“Nowhere special. Just sorta fell out of the sky really.” Matt internally groaned at the reality of his words. “And you?”
“Small town off Noricum. Not as much business as others in the area, but a nice place.” The kid paused before bringing his head out of the clouds and reorienting himself. “So, about the Night Nurse,” he asked again with a grin.
“What’s it to you?” Matthias wasn’t happy about the situation and wanted to get rid of the younger man.
“There’s a bet going and I got a pretty credit set that says no.” The other trainee chuckled a bit. “Well?”
“I really don’t wanna say either way, but if you want, go ahead and tell them you won. If they ask me, I’ll just tell them that they owe you. Sound good?”
The young man looked taken aback. When he got over it, he grinned and spun on his heel to inform his friends. Matthias and Gabriele watched him leave while the Ivywhore seemed more focused on her meal. Gabriel looked to her partner.
“Why’d you do that?” she asked, clearly puzzled.
“That was the most noncommittal I could get without offending anyone.” Matt took a sizable bite into a piece of meat so he could think while he chewed. “I sorta want to fly under the radar as much as possible.”
“Why ‘under the radar?’” Gabriel looked at him somewhat suspiciously.
Matt turned and looked at her. He trained his gaze on her eyes for a bit before answering. “I don’t really think I’m prepared to talk about it.” He bit back a chuckle when the fighter grumbled to herself. “Don’t worry, stick around long enough and you’ll find out.”
They sat in a somewhat awkward silence for several minutes. Matthias finished first but sat companionably with the two ‘girls. Finally, Gabriele broke the silence.
“Did you,” she began hesitantly, “tame her?”
The male sighed and rubbed his temples. “No,” he cleared his mind as much as he could before turning towards the Amachoke that was much higher than him even though they were sitting, “Does the idea bother you?”
“I’m not sure,” Gabriele replied ambiguously.
“If it’s any comfort, I don’t plan on bedding every woman that I come across.” Matthias resorted to scratching behind his ear to help alleviate his anxiety. “It wouldn’t be fair to you or our new partner if I did.”
The fighter looked like she was still concerned but at least partially alleviated. Matt relaxed slightly. A bit of his anxiety was replaced with curiosity when he noticed that the Ivywhore had been listening to them quite intently. She wasn’t directly looking at them but was watching out of the corners of her eyes with an ear cocked in their direction. Matt turned to her and asked, “Do you have any input?” she gave him a horribly faked look of confusion. “Ya huh, I’m on to you.” He gently flicked her nose and stood. “Well, are you guys ready to go do something a bit more fun than this?”
XXX
“Ok Flora, Sleep Powder!”
Flora, the newly named Ivywhore, lobbed a fistful of a strange substance resembling powdered sugar into the face of a rather angry looking Dominatrix that was currently wrapped up in the Ivywhore’s vines. The furious pokégirl fought the drug to the last minute but eventually subsided and drifted off to a fitful slumber. A nearby teacher who was playing referee called match and the Dominating pokégirl disappeared into a pokéball.
Matthias smiled and beckoned the giddy Ivywhore towards him. He wrapped an arm around her and planted a strong kiss on her cheek and congratulated her, “Good job Flora, you did really well.” The plant-type soaked up the praise and leapt up to his taller frame to pull him down to her. She shoved her tongue down his throat at he was forced to push her back. “Not here,” he said sternly. She pouted but backed off. Matt hit the recall button and she disappeared into her confinement.
“Damn, I thought you said you just got her as a feralborn?” called the other trainee who owned the Dominatrix.
“I did William,” he began with a sigh, “but I’m beginning to think that she’s not really feral born and is just working an angle so I’ll be lenient with her.”
William raised a speculative eyebrow. “You think so?”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. Either that or she’s a mimetic and linguistic genius.”
Will laughed. “I recommend the more likely solution.”
Matt nodded in thought. “I should probably start tightening up what is socially acceptable and not. If she is acting, it should flush her out eventually.” He pulled out a pocket notebook and jotted something down. “Looks like I’ll need a slight change in strategy.”
“Well good luck with that.”
“Thanks, see ya around, Gotta get Gabriele in some battles too or she’ll get grumpy.”
XXX
Gabby eyed the plant-type with distaste as she clung to Matthias’s arm. This didn’t go unnoticed to Matt. He looked up at her and crooked his free arm for her to take. The Amachoke merely rolled her eyes and looked away. Trouble seemed to be brewing between the two ‘girls. Matt had heard that pokégirls could sort things out with a good brawl and had seen it work in some of the stories he had read before he suddenly dropped into this new reality, but he was hesitant to do so because he wasn’t sure if Gabriele could win. Sure she was stronger but Ivywhores had some nasty tricks up their sleeves. A faceful of sleep powder and she would be out like a light.
Matt sighed. It had been about four days since Flora had joined them and so far she and Gabby have been at odds with each other ever since the beginning. He needed to solve the problem, fast. He reached over and smacked his Amachoke’s rear. She yelped and glared at him; her cheeks tinted slightly pink.
“Your Grumpy,” Matt stated the obvious, “If you two have a problem with each other, solve it. This roundabout manner is giving me a headache.”
“I don’t have a problem,” Gabriele mumbled out.
The frustrated man facepalmed himself. “Look, the both of you are attention hogs. I understand that, but if you run off and sulk every time I give some to Flora, you’ll miss out.”
The fighter simply mumbled under breath and turned away as they continued to walk to their next destination. If this couldn’t be resolved, he’d probably be sunk in the practical battling exam he had two days from now. Grunting, he turned to Flora and whispered something to her. She cocked her head at him and detached herself from him and trotted up to glomp onto her sister-in-arms. The fighter looked annoyed and tried to shake her off. The Ivywhore kept her grip and rubbed her cheek against her arm. Gabby sighed and relented to let Flora cling to her. Matt smiled. It was underhanded, but Flora seemed to be much more agreeable to his desires than Gabriele, so all he did was voice how ‘sad’ it was making him that they weren’t getting along. It’s a step in the right direction at least.
XXX
Gabriele was lying on her stomach in the bed of one of the camp taming rooms. Matt, along with the help of Flora, was rubbing Gabriele’s sore shoulders. Flora had use of her several vines, so she could cover quite a bit of ground at once. Matt had some skills as a masseuse so he guided the Ivywhore along the process. The fighter groaned as her two partners worked away at her. Eventually, she got worked up and started squirming under their assault. Matt looked down to notice the Amachoke fondling his penis through his pants. He gulped and looked up to see Gabriele giving him a rather heated look. She jerked her head in a ‘c’mere’ motion.
Matthias came around to see what she wanted (although he had a good idea as to what). His suspicions were confirmed when she pulled down his pants and boxes and established a firm grip on his member. Matt noticed Flora frown out of the corner of his eye. Wanting to resolve the situation quickly, he motioned to the restraints that had been attached to the bed also pointing to her vines and giving the universal “finger in the circle” sign for taming. Matt let out an unexpected groan as Gabby began to stroke him rather vigorously.
After the Amachoke had flipped over onto her back, Flora had attached the restraints necessary to the fighter’s legs and Matt began to hook up her arms. Gabriele frowned when she could no longer grasp her partner’s swelled shaft with her now bound hands, so she took an alternative path and captured it in her mouth. She hummed as she looked up to see her partner’s eyes roll up as she danced her tongue around the head of his penis. The Amachoke gasped as she felt Flora trace a vine over the lips of her dripping sex. Matthias glanced over and gave her a thumbs-up. The plant-type grinned in a somewhat predatory fashion and penetrated her sister-in-arms with a vine. Their tamer fidgeted as he felt Gabby suck at his tip; a shudder traveling up his spine.
He felt himself getting a little too close to his climax, so Matt withdrew from Gabby’s mouth and hustled around to tend to Flora. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. The Ivywhore moaned out as he suckled at her carotid and continued to pump and fondle her sister-in-arms with her vines. Their tamer moved to cup one of Flora’s large breasts and work his fingers down to her clit. Flora whined at his ministrations causing Gabriele to give them a rather hot look. The fighter’s head lolled back as Flora’s vine probed a rather sensitive spot deep within her sex. Flora, not one to miss such a not-so-subtle cue, took notice of this and began to apply her reach to this spot a bit more vigorously.
A pair of Matthias’s fingers slipped inside of Flora, giving rise to much louder cries. The Ivywhore grunted in frustration and pushed her rear into her tamer’s crotch. It didn’t take much brainpower to figure out the message, and he quickly lined himself up and eased himself in. Flora bit her lip as she felt him enter her. In her excitement, she brought up a vine and pushed it up against Gabriele’s anus.
Gabby’s eyes shot open. “Hey! Wait a- GRAH!” It was too late to say anything as Flora had already inserted the vine.
Matt looked up in concern when he saw what happened. “Are you okay?”
The Amachoke hissed but nodded. “Yeah, I don’t mind it, but would’ve preferred a bit of warning.” She squinted her eyes shut as she felt the two vines probing around in her like curious serpents, reveling in the sensation.
Matt raised an eyebrow. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” Gabby suddenly looked like she said something that she shouldn’t, but blew it off with a roll of the eyes.
The group continued their pleasures until Matt suddenly felt Flora’ walls clamp down on his member much harder than usual. He hugged her to him and pulled her into a kiss as he felt his load rise through him and eject into his partner. Matt stayed inside of her and cuddled a bit before withdrawing and moving to aid Gabriele a bit, not sure of how she had been doing. He bent forward and ran his tongue gently over her nipple and nipped at it gently, busying his hands with her chest as well. The fighter’s head jerked back as yet another climax seemed to shudder through her. Flora seemed to be spent and she retracted her vines from Gabriele and laid over her in a sweaty mess.
Matt sat up and looked over the two. “Have fun, you guys?” he asked with a somewhat playful smirk. The two women nodded in a slight daze.
Gabriele glanced over at him and suddenly frowned. “You’re still hard,” she observed.
Matt waved it off. “Don’t worry about me. I got off.”
Gabby snorted. “There’s always room for more. Get over here.”
Matt gave a happy sigh and marched over to continue for what would probably be a good chunk of time.
XXX
A gruff looking, battle worn man who appeared to be in his mid to late thirties stood at the entrance to one of the classroom pokégirl arenas. Matt had to suppress a reflexive gulp when he first laid eyes on him. He knew all too well what he was here for. In order to pass this course, he had to battle this man.
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DOMINATRIX, the VERY Aggressive Pokégirl
Type: Very Near Human
Element: Plant/Poison
Frequency: Common (Domesticated) Rare (Feral)
Diet: Human, heavy on meat
Role: Disciplinarian
Libido: Average to High
Strong Vs: Weak-Willed, Celestials, Water
Weak Vs: Magic, Fire, Fighting
Attacks: *Love Sting, Rose Whip, Binding, Blinding Lash, Foot Lasher, Wrap, Intimidate, Poison Mask
Enhancements: Enhanced Toughness (x3) Increased Healing, Whip Mastery
Evolves: Killer Queen (normal) Venom Mistress (contract with Sexebi) Mistress (multiple orgasms during bondage sex)
Evolves From: Domina (normal)
The Dominatrix is considered an improvement all over to her pre-evolved form. She is taller, curvier, and just plain better looking all around. Her tastes in clothes usually remain the same as her previous form, I.E. should be illegal. Either she wears next to nothing or something extremely tantalizing.
All people who have owned a Domina say that it was to their immense relief when she finally evolved. She calms down substantially from her previous form. She has a greater sense of self-restraint and knows how to mix pain and pleasure to a much finer degree. Some people have stated that they were not into S&M at all until they met a Dominatrix, now they can’t get enough of it.
Dominatrixes are actually commonly domesticated. They are great disciplinarians and teachers. Schools employ one or two to help keeps students in line; even the military uses them to train soldiers. In a strange twist on her previous form, where a Domina is a horrible starter, if one is somehow able to get their hands on to a Dominatrix, they make excellent starters.
Feral Dominatrixes aren’t very common since they are a valuable asset to the community. If found, the best way to capture and subdue one is with a Fighting type. Their increased strength is enough to shrug off most attempts at binding.
Do NOT be fooled by her calm demeanor though. It is true, she has learned a lot of self restraint, but that does not mean she has lessened her tastes in sex. If anything, it has gotten a lot kinkier and depraved. Be warned, not all Dominatrix will calmed down upon evolution, but their tastes will still increase. Tamers have stated that after long periods of time with their Dominatrix they actually started to lose the sensation of pain in parts of their body. Tamers who are into the martial arts often employ Dominatrix’s to numb them to pain and strengthen their minds.
In combat there is no Pokégirl that can match a Dominatrix with a whip; even Amazonwu’s who have chosen that as their weapon could learn a few things. Able to wield two whips at the same time, Dominatrix’s are equally proficient with either hand. They can attack twice as fast with either whip then anyone else, striking two times in the time it takes someone else to attack once. Their gaze attacks have been increased to a new level, almost to the level of pure psychic Pokégirls.
Dominatrixes do well in sex battles. They can use their whips like probing tentacles, teasing and prodding pokegirls until they can’t stand it anymore.
Dominatrixes that have become Pokéwomen are great mothers, despite what others may think. While they are much tougher on their children than most, that does not mean they don’t care as much as anyone else. Heaven forbid anyone pick on her children though. The perpetrator will soon learn the definition of pain. Children of a Dominatrix tend to have stronger wills and constitutions than most and usually grow up to become excellent tamers, or gods save us all, politicians.
It should be noted that it is recommended to buy an Everstone for a Domina upon her evolution. Hell, they will be given away for free. No one wants to see another Killer Queen roaming free.
· Love Sting: (ATK 5 + EFT) This attack was developed by Domina-types. It injects a minute amount of lust poison straight into her opponent, similar to the type used by nagas. If the pokegirl does not receive a taming in a few minutes, she will pass out from lust. The weaker the pokegirl at the time the quicker she succumbs to the poison. Tamers use this attack to affectively capture ferals.
Wow... I mostly focused on interharem relations this time round. I plan on more action in the future now so rest assured.