02

Another way 

by Mortanius



“Speech”
‘Thoughts’
[Telepathy]
|Quotes|
<Machines speaking>

Chapter two

Local Pokecenter
Hour: 11.15

There was only darkness. Round, soft, warm and squishy darkness; it felt nice.

‘Wha…? What is this? Where am I?’ Marcus could not see anything; there was some pressure from the front though. As he slowly moved his head back, the colors changed, now he was looking straight at the two black tits in front of him.

‘Actually this is a dark cobalt blue color rather than black. And the nipples are just a lighter shade of blue, nice contrast. OK, the colors are identified, now what the hell am I doing here? And where is |here| exactly?’ Confused, his gaze wandered higher. There was a face.

‘The Dark Lady from yesterday, Tavion, I recall. Oh, and this room looks too familiar…’ After carefully untangling himself from the sleeping Pokegirl’s arms, Marcus stood up and noticed the lack of a few things; his clothes, for example.

“Mumble… Master… mmmm… kill, all humans… zzzzz…” Tavion hugged the pillow close to her in his absence, nearly bursting it.

‘Alright, that was disturbing… Screw this, where are my pants?’ On the chair near the window there lay a note: 

“I hope you slept well. Your clothes were so drenched with blood that I decided to throw them away. There is a spare set in the bathroom, the ones you left here last Thursday.
Jessica”

‘Last Thursday? That was the day I took the Pet Owners test… Wait, I was so drunk I left some clothes here; a whole set of them? How is that even possible?’ With that in mind our confused man strode in the direction of the bathroom. There was a little surprise in there as realization hit him.

‘I remember now. Before the test I went shopping and that looked like a good idea at the moment. Note to self: DO NOT PURCHASE ANYTHING WHILE DRUNK, YOU IDIOT!’ Jet black jeans, dark grey collared shirt, and on top of that, a long, black trench coat… and gray-colored military boots. He was not sure how he got them.

“Well, better this than going out there naked.” He sighed. After a quick shower he was looking at himself in the mirror; he decided that it will do. Then he returned to the room and suddenly realized something.

‘She has no clothes; that stinking sundress was a fucking rag anyway. One more thing to do today, I guess.’ Tavion was already awake and waiting for him.

“Good morning Master! What shall we do today?” 

“There will be some work, but for now you are going back into your Pokeball.” The ‘ball lay on the only table in the room. After recalling his white-haired beauty he went straight to the reception and Jessica was not there, her shift had ended a few hours ago.

“Hello Amy! Do you know what happened last night after I fainted?” 

“Hi Marcus! I heard the story. They say that Jessica wanted to carry you to your house, but your other Pokegirl refused very loudly and impolitely and took you to one of the rooms in the ‘center instead. Is it true, Marcus? Do you have a Dark Lady now?” Amy’s voice was filled with curiosity.

“Yes, that’s true. Pretty crazy story, you know… But I have something I have to do now, so I’ll tell you later.”

“Wait a minute! The Sheriff wants to speak with you. You need to get to the police station as soon as you can, he told me to tell you.” The NurseJoy announced quickly.

With a sigh Marcus went outside the Pokecenter and turned in the direction of the police station a few buildings away. He went inside and noticed that Sheriff was sitting at the computer and doing something with it.

The 6 feet 3 inches tall, a slim man with characteristic black mustache (he was telling everyone it was |mexican|, whatever that was supposed to mean) was physically imposing and a little threatening, but everyone in the town knew that he couldn’t kill a fly without remorse. Armando Chief was a perfect man for his job. Oh, and his Pokegirl, Strika, was an OfficerJenny; go figure.

“Hello mister Farseer! How are you doing after yesterday’s events?” Sheriff’s voice was low and deep, no surprises there.

“Actually, pretty nice, considering everything I went through. I was incredibly lucky.”

“I must say that I agree with you on this, very lucky indeed, even considering the loss of your family’s shop. By the way, since the Pokecenter confirmed your capture, you will be receiving a bounty shortly, entire 50000 SLC. As for your shop, I am sorry for your loss, do you know if your insurance is covering the damage caused by Ferals?” Sheriff was clearly concerned.

“Yes, it does. However even with the bounty it’s just too small a sum of cash to rebuild it, even if I decide to sell the ‘girl. It’ll take some time to raise the funds.” Marcus’s thoughts were a bit more sullen than moment before.

“That is very unfortunate, but I must ask you to take care of something else before you can get to your shop. Can you please fill out this witness report with an accurate description of yesterday’s events?”

“OK, Sheriff, no problem.” As Marcus started writing, Strika entered the main room of the station. She looked like your average OfficerJenny, she was an average OfficerJenny, except that she was very formal when on duty. Her owner’s name was a source of her frustration for a while, because |Sheriff Chief| and |Chief Chief| do not sound very good and simply calling him |Master| was apparently not enough professional for her tastes. She had settled for a simple compromise of names then:

“Master Chief, there is a confirmation of the transfer of Mister Farseer’s catch bounty.” She gave Sheriff the computer-printed sheet of paper and saluted.

“Thank you, honey. Could you get me some coffee, please?” Sheriff Chief (hehe) was not nearly as formal as his Pokegirl; not usually, anyway. “You know, Dark Ladies aren’t exactly the material for a pet. Are you sure you want to keep her?”

“Actually, yes. I wanted to sell her first, but now I think it will be more beneficial to keep her.” Marcus was finally sure of his words.

“OK, in that case I would like you to know that we want to interrogate her, or rather simply ask her a few questions about her former owner. As her owner you must be present there and give your permission.”

“No problem. But may I get her some clothes first? And there is one more thing that will not wait…”



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Scorched shop: 12.45
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Marcus looked over the piles of stuff that was salvaged from his burning shop. There was food worth about 25000 SLC here, but most of them were things that would not survive without a proper medium of storage. In a few days perishables will…well, perish, and his house was too small to store even half of it.
After a few minutes of thought Marcus made his decision. He looked over the small crowd that gathered and made an announcement.

“Listen folks, there will be a firesale! 60% off of all wares! I will be beginning in 5 minutes! Tell your wives!” The crowd dispersed quickly, as everyone and their mothers went for the money or simply to pass the news on. Marcus prepared for work.


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Scorched shop: 14.30
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After almost two hours of bargaining and arguing there was only one thing left for sale; that |thing| was 200kg of canned red beans. No one was interested in it. That amount of food was small enough to be stored in his house, but what would he do with it? It’s not like he’d be opening his shop for another few months anyway.

Marcus was trying to figure how to carry a small mountain of cans to his house, when someone approached him. The owner of a general store across the street, a middle-aged man called Joshua, greeted Marcus.

“Hello boy! I see that you have one heavy problem here. Wanna get rid of it?”

“I would be absolutely thrilled, I assure you. What is your proposition?” Marcus gladly welcomed even the suggestion of help.

“Well, I want to stock on the canned food a little and you want to quickly sell that pile over there, am I right? (A nod) Well then it would be worth something around… 7000SLC? So I am ready to pay you, let’s see… 1000SLC…” The proposition insulted Marcus, but he was still quietly listening. 

“In addition you can get  5000SLC in my wares and a surprise. What do you think?”

Marcus considered this for a moment. As it was, he needed a few things from a store, particularly clothes for Tavion. Overall it was a good deal under the current circumstances.

“I suppose we have a deal, Joshua. Now, let’s move the beans to your shop.”
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Joshua’s general store: 15.15
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Marcus was pretty impressed; it was a very good idea to use Tavion for moving the cans. The Dark Lady was presented with a large basket and ordered to move the cans from the street. After she was showed where to store them, there was a little show. Quite a few people were immensely entertained watched naked Pokegirl levitating through the streets while carrying a basket full of cans behind her by magic. It took her 5 return trips to finish the task and she didn’t even break a sweat; Marcus called her in.

“Nice, Tavion, nice; now come here and listen. You can choose three different outfits for yourself and you have twenty five minutes to do it in. Go!” There was a sound of rushing air as Tavion glided quickly into the store.

“OK, while she’s choosing her clothes, you can take a look at your surprise, hehe. I think you’ll like it.” Joshua’s grin promised something unusual. “Here it is. It’s a little old, but it has the videophone function and a few tweaks, and I think it would be rather fitting thematically.”

Marcus looked over the offered item. A Pokedex. A black Pokedex. With some kind of blood-red inscription on the front cover. He looked closer and tried to decipher the inscription.


|T3h D4RX 70RD|


“What the hell does it mean?” The inscription was pure gibberish for Marcus.

“The kid who had to sell it to me told me that it was |The Dark Lord| in some ancient code. He called it |Leftspeak|, or |Lightspeak|, or something like that.” 

‘A Pokedex? For a Pet Owner? What for? Eh, nevermind, it’s not a loss, so it could be a gain of some sort. Besides, it was confusing a Dark Elf with a Dark Lady that almost got you killed and burned down your shop’ With this in mind Marcus took it and completed the ownership recognition procedure. Exactly when he locked the ‘dex with his fingerprint, he heard a voice.

“Master?”

Marcus turned his head, and then dropped his jaw and his new ‘dex on the floor. The outfit Tavion was in consisted of a long, red, sleeveless leather dress, which reached to her ankles, with two slits almost all the way up to her hips and a deep neckline, which boasted small rows of silky lace along the whole length. Two fingerless gloves, contrasting the red of the dress with the color of blood and also leather covered her forearms, both of them anchored over the middle finger on each hand. Marcus could see that there was no underwear on her person, just the dress. The last element of the outfit, shoes, were incredibly high heels, what he had once seen described as FMP’s Fuck Me Pumps, seemed to fit the general description, though even that seemed to be lacking. He noticed that they looked like they were made of metal, and the heels were sharp, almost like knives. 
Her hair was a loose, high ponytaurtail now, with the first 40 centimeters or so from the head positioned at a sharp angle to the floor, rising up and held by some sort of red, leather tube (he really didn’t know anything about hairdressing, but evidently she did). Her hair now reaching to almost exactly behind her knees.
She was looking at him, very excited, very anxious and waiting for his verdict.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh…” Both males in the shop seemed to be suffering suffered from lust-induced brainfreeze (or perhaps rather, brain overheat, this is disputable).

“I think I like it.” Marcus was the first to return to the surface of the Earth. “Um… What are the other two outfits?” The second outfit consisted surprisingly of some very plain-looking, sturdy hiking clothes. The third one was a… businesswoman suit? It couldn’t matter any less to Tavion’s owner at the moment.

“Thank you, my Master, thank you! This is the first time in Tavion’s life where she could choose clothes for herself!” There were tears in her eyes.

‘Well, well, and after reading her entry in the ‘dex I was thinking that she would react rather poorly to the kind treatment…’ Marcus was surprised and very pleased with his Pokegirl’s reaction.

“Your Dark Lady is grateful, Master. She shall flaunt her new clothes to your enemies before she ripss out their spines and offers them up at your feet. Mwahahaha!”

‘OK, she reacts poorly to the nice treatment. Pokedex info confirmed.'

“Ok, I’ll just get my shopping done, and we’ll get out of your hair Joshua.”

It took all of fifteen minutes, but with his and Tavion’s arms filled with merchandise they checked their purchases with Joshua and left.

“Let’s get out of here. We’re going to the police station now, thanks, Joshua. Tavion, follow me.” And to the police station they walked. Or at least he did, Tavion was floating near him and enjoying her dress the whole time.



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Local police station: 16.10
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“Hello? Sheriff, I’m back.” There was no response, as everyone (The Sheriff and his Pokegirl) was watching the red-clad figure floating behind the Marcus.

“Damn, there was dress like that in the store?” Strika was very disconsolate.

“I presume that you are ready for your Pokegirl answering some questions? Please follow me.” There was only one interrogation room in the station. One table, three chairs. Everyone except Strika sat down, Sheriff on the opposite side of the table from Marcus and Tavion.

“OK, first question. What is the name of your previous Tamer?” There was a deep growl, snarl and a look that promised quick death to te man with mustache.

“Tavion, stop. You will answer Sheriff’s questions. Truly and nicely. Now.” Marcus’s voice closely resembled the one used during their first Taming.

“The wretched scum’s name is Gerald Woodsmith.” An innocent voice and the same look on Tavion’s face.

“Under what circumstances he abandoned you in this area?”

“I was a Dark Elf in his Harem, named Coffee. I was accidentally exposed to the Moonstone he had in his bag and evolved. After that the fucker did not have the guts to Tame the Dark Lady. He feared her. He tried to use her in battles, but Tavion did not listen to the miserable sucker’s commands. When he could not bear her anymore he traveled deep into the forests, got rid of Tavion and teleported out with his ‘girls. * Huff… Huff… (angry breathing) * And then Tavion went Feral and got caught by the greatest Master to have ever lived.” This voice could have been owned by a little, innocent girl, if not for the actual content. Though Marcus did notice Strika bristle at Tavion’s exclamation.

“How is it possible that you went Feral only a few day’s worth of travel from here?” The Sheriff was very curious.

“The cockeater’s Enchantress, Tea, and his Sorceress, Beer. They put some strange spell on the rag the Dark Lady was in at the time. Dark Lady could not teleport, could not use any magic, could not take fuckin’ rag off - her head hurt too much every time she tried. Dark Lady could not walk in the straight line for even a few meters.”

“And why were you so starved? When I saw you I thought you were not eating anything for a few weeks.” This time it was Marcus who asked the question.

“Tavion does not remember, Master. It is all a blur in Tavion’s head. Maybe it was that piece of shit of a dress.”

“More likely it was the fact that you were feral. Feral Pokegirls, by virtue of their feralness don’t usually remember much at all simply because they don’t have access to their higher brain functions and so that renders their memory centers almost useless.” Strika said.

“OK, that will be all for today. We have the dress in our custody as evidence and we will call for an enchanting expert and verify her story. Until then, please do not leave the town.” Sheriff concluded.

“Then good day to you Sheriff, good bye Strika!” And with these words our slightly exhausted hero went home.



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Marcus’s house: 17.15
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“OK Tavion, you can look around the house, I’ll prepare something for dinner.” He said before he scanned the Kitchen and found only Ramen, ‘Damn, instant noodles again.’

“May Tavion serve her Master and prepare his meal?” Tavion said with much excitation in her voice.

“You can cook? Wow, that’s some seriously nice surprise. Okay, I’ll show you the kitchen you can do everything from there, right?” After explaining exactly where everything in the kitchen was and after a quick check of the cooler’s contents Marcus returned to the main room. 


About 30 minutes later there was a nigh heavenly smell coming from the kitchen. Marcus was almost drooling when Tavion entered the room with a plate, which she put on a table before Marcus. It was a simple steak, or at least that was what it looked to be.

With mixed thoughts Marcus took a first bite.

“Mmm… Wonderful! I don’t remember when I last ate something so delicious!” ‘What did she do to this piece of meat? Well, I don’t know how she did it, but it’s absolutely incredible! Hey, why isn’t she eating? Oh, the whole submissive whore thing…’

“And what exactly were you thinking? Get yourself the plate and eat. That’s an order.” The apparently very surprised Dark Lady complied. 


About 15 minutes later Marcus was at peace with the world. 

‘I feel so good. Mmmm…’ His eyes caught the look on Tavion’s face. There was some quick processing and then an excellent idea came to him.

‘Well, I have a gorgeous chick in my house, ready to do everything and anything I order her to. Why not have some fun? Hehehe…’

“Tavion, where is the dessert?” He asked in a cold voice.

“T-T-there is no dessert, Master.” The Dark Lady suddenly looked scared, she had no clue that he was playing with her. Perfect.

“WHAT! No dessert? Come here, you insolent bitch!” She obeyed instantly, circling the table and standing before him, shivering. He caught her right ear by the long end and yanked sharply, she let out a cry of pain as her long ear was pulled hard.

“This is a personal disgrace to me! How could you, you stupid whore!” Tavion was terrified and trying to hide in plain sight – without the magic. There was no effect to this end, however.

“Undress! I will have my dessert, one way or another.” Tavion was naked in under two seconds, which should have been a world record or something.

“Sit on the table, legs spread, ass up. Stand on your hands and feet, and plant your feet firmly; front to me! Not the other way around!” It was a nice feeling, being obeyed so unquestioningly. 

“Ass up! Well, what do we have here? Some pudding, I presume.” He inhaled through his nose and let out a breath at Tavion’s hidden flower. There was no hair anywhere on her form, not counting her head. The female flesh in front of him was wet in seconds, shivering slightly.

He dived into the muff before him, inducing a series of whimpers. She tasted good, different than Jessica, but just as good. He was sucking at her lips, on the left side and the right side. There was a steady stream of glistening nectar flowing from the opening already. 

He pushed his tongue deep inside her body, which changed Pokegirl’s response from shaking whimpers to yelps. Suddenly he stopped and pulled his head back. Tavion followed him with her body, straining muscles, standing on her toes and fingers alone now, trying to get his face into her valley of pleasure once more.

“What is that? A cherry? Mmm… there is a cherry in my pudding. Let’s eat it.” With these words Marcus suddenly sucked Tavion’s pleasure button in his mouth. He sucked and pressed at it, which was instantly rewarded by the Dark Lady’s voice going almost ultrasonic and her arms and legs shivering so hard she barely could keep her bottom up.

“This cherry is so tasty I cannot wait to bring out its juice from within its budding red center. Rrrawww!” Marcus had bitten his Pokegirl’s little, sensitive nub of flesh rather strongly, enough to really get the message through to her. A sudden explosion of the sweet juices told him that was a good choice. There were screams of pleasure too, of course and Tavion’s body went limp as she lost control of herself, which ripped her clitoris from his mouth violently. That resulted in one more scream, of pleasure and of pain, her mind so fogged with pleasure she couldn’t form coherent thoughts, her eyes’ whites showing for a long moment.

“Come here, my sweet little bitch.” Marcus dragged Tavion’s body into his lap and hugged her tight.

“Do not forget about the dessert next time, OK?” Asked Marcus in much lighter tone than before, his eyes smiling their amusement.

“Ahhh… Yesss… Yes Master.” Tavion said as she began lapping at his face, clearing it of her own bodily fluids. 

When she finished, Marcus once again had that mischievous look in his eyes.

“I’ve had my dessert already, time for you to get some cream. On your knees…” The Dark Lady was pulling his pants off before her knees even hit the floor. She looked with infinite desire in her eyes at the pulsing piece of man-meat before her, she opened her mouth to take her much desired prize in… and then the door bell rang.

“Who wants to die!” Surprisingly it was Marcus, targeting the door like a blazing rocket locked on its target. 

“No matter who you are, fuck off and… Oh… H-hi Jess.” There was a surprise behind the door, this time not a pleasant one.

“What were you doing here? *sniff, sniff* I smell… SEX! You fucked that bitch here, while I was waiting for you to come and visit! And what is this thing on the floor… *GROWL* Grr!” There was a sound from Jess at that moment that should normally only be heard only when a pride of a Lionessess has spotted their prey.

“You… Bought… Her… A dress? BEFORE… YOU… BOUGHT… ME… MY… COLLAR!”

“Jess, it’s not what you think, please, let me expla-” Marcus was quickly backing away from the door, terrified to his wits end of the Raving NurseJoy. 

*THUD!*

The door closed suddenly with a loud slam. There were some faint traces of screams from inside.

A lightning bolt split the heavens in two and the heavy tears of rain dropped down from above; almost a testament to the sheer rage of the Pink-Haired Destroyer.


End of chapter 2