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Chapter 9
Reluctance
Bill stepped out of Miyuki’s room and closed the door with a sigh. Nicholas looked over when the other man sat down heavily. “Well?”
“She’s going feral. There’s no question.” Bill shook his head. “She’s been living with me for a few weeks and I haven’t touched her that whole time. I thought she might be finding some other way of staying tame, but I should have known with her mood that she wasn’t.”
“So what can you do?”
“Me? Stick my dick in her.” Bill glanced over. “There’s only one known cure for the feral state, Nicholas.”
“Can’t we run her through a taming cycle?”
“That’s what I want to try today. The problem is, she doesn’t have a pokeball. And I’m worried that if I force her into one, she’ll break completely.”
Nicholas sat back. “And if she doesn’t? She’ll be fine, right?”
“For another few days, maybe. Taming cycles aren’t perfect. When a pokegirl is too far gone…”
“Yeah. I know.”
“If she breaks-“
“She just can’t.” Nicholas stood. “And if she does, I don’t want to hear about it.”
“I can’t be her tamer.”
“Right now, she can still think for herself. And she hasn’t chosen me either.” Nicholas looked away. “I don’t do that, Bill. Even pokegirls like Sera, that I captured and tamed while feral, I give a choice. Miyuki has already made her choice. Forcing myself on her now would be rape.”
“She’s a pokegirl.”
“So not legally rape. Do you think that makes it feel any different?”
Bill shook his head slightly. “No. I understand. I’ll see if she goes into a pokeball peacefully, and get her through a taming cycle either way. But no matter what the outcome is, she needs a tamer.”
“Then you’d better find her one.”
Bill sighed when Nicholas walked out of the house.
Sera was squatting under a nearby tree and she got up when she saw Nicholas emerge. “How is she?”
“Going feral. Bill’s going to see if she responds well to a taming cycle.”
“Can’t you just tame her?”
“Bill doesn’t want to be her tamer and she’s avoided me ever since we got here, so no. I don’t force myself on anyone, not even pokegirls.” He looked down awkwardly. “Even feral ones like you. I mean, I asked first, even though it probably didn’t make a difference.”
Sera slowly shook her head. “I remember you asking. It did.”
“Yeah. So anyways, we’re going about our day.” He looked back up at her. “I think we were going to try the gym?”
“Ryuko was waiting for you.”
Nicholas looked around but nether the Scyther nor Nessa were anywhere to be seen. “Where is she?”
“Down by the ocean.”
Nicholas blinked and turned the opposite direction. “What are they doing down there?”
“Dunno. I said I’d wait for you.” Sera stepped in front of him when he started walking. “I needed to talk to you.”
Nicholas pulled up. “Okay?”
“I just… need to know something.” Sera cleared her throat. “When you… say that I’m dangerous. And then you say it’s in a good way. What does that mean?”
“It means that you’re dangerous. In a good way.” Nicholas cocked an eyebrow. “What else would it mean?”
“No, I get that, but… How is being dangerous, good? I scare you. You think I’m dangerous. How is that good?” Sera’s wings folded over her and threw shadows across her face. “I… I don’t want you to be scared of me. If I could go back and never bite you I would. In the park, I would have never let myself get carried away, if I knew it would keep you from trusting me.”
Nicholas slowly walked over. “Sera.” When she looked up at him he patted her shoulder and dropped to the grass. “Sit.”
Sera crumpled, making an abortive move towards his lap before sitting back dejectedly. Nicholas pondered her for a moment before shaking his head and speaking. “Yes. You scare me. If I were to rate every pokegirl in my harem, you are easily the third scariest pokegirl I’ve tamed. You aren’t like the others – your diet is, normally, blood. And that’s terrifying to someone who needs their blood to stay inside of them.” He cracked a smile when Sera snorted. “But that’s it, Sera. You, as a Golbat, scare me, but you as a pokegirl? I know that you would never intentionally hurt me. You’ve proven that.”
“But…”
“That’s really all there is to it.” Nicholas leaned back. “I can’t just lie to you and say I don’t feel a quick instinct to run when I see your fangs pop out. But I still can kiss you, and let you suck my dick, because I trust you not to bite.”
Sera’s eyes filled with tears that she angrily rubbed away. “I’m so stupid.”
“What now.”
“Of course you trust me now.” Sera lowered her arm with a choking laugh. “If you didn’t, you’d have torn me apart that morning.”
“Eh, I wouldn’t have done much of anything, honestly,” Nicholas admitted. “I mean, you still had my dick in your mouth when I realized what was going on. If you’d wanted to bite…” He shuddered. “It was a blood sausage.”
Sera winced. “But I’d never-“
“I know,” Nicholas interrupted. “That’s the point. You’d never, Sera. So, I think now I do trust you. The last week or two have allowed me to separate the Golbat from the pokegirl. To remember that you’re Sera, and not just your breed.”
Sera’s eyes filled with fresh tears and she dove on top of him, cuddling close while her wings wrapped around the pair. After a few minutes she got up, helping Nicholas to his feet and looking away with a cough. “Hem. Ryuko.”
“Yeah. Let’s go find them.”
Ryuko was standing on the harbor wall when Nicholas and Sera walked up and she turned to greet them. “Master. Sera.”
“Hey, Ryuko.” Nicholas looked out over the water. “I assume Nessa is out for a swim?”
“She is. I am watching out for her.”
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“I was simply looking for you in order to share that I have completed growing my blades, and am fully ready for combat.”
Nicholas blinked in surprise. “Already? It’s been less than a week.”
“They are ready, but my body is not ready for them. I will endure some minor pain but I can fight.”
Nicholas frowned. “What does that mean, ‘your body is not ready for them’?”
“This.” Ryuko raised one hand to her upper arm and pressed against her exoskeleton. For a second nothing happened, and then Ryuko’s finger depressed under a flap of chitin. Nicholas cringed when she raised the flap, a cracking sound accompanying her own grimace of pain until it had lifted far enough that she could slide her fingers underneath without an issue. With a hiss she withdrew a dagger, whipping it through the air to clear the blade of a clear liquid. “There. My sheathes have not hardened in their new shape, but the blade itself is ready.”
“Do you need healing?”
Ryuko slowly shook her head and eased her finger into her other arm, pulling that blade out before letting out a pained groan that faded as the flaps settled back into place. “No, Master. But I will need to replace the blades within the day, or the sheathes may not be malleable enough to take their shape. And then I would have to start the process again.”
“You literally just tore a piece of your body out. I’ll let you do whatever you want.”
Ryuko flashed a pained grin. “If we had had another week, Master, the sheathes would have been fully hardened and there would have been no issue. Once they are, it will not be painful at all for me to store and retrieve my blades.”
Nicholas thought back to how easily the daggers had appeared in Suki’s hands, back during their battle with Bugsy, and he nodded. “Okay. In that case, let’s win this battle the first time so that you don’t have to hurt yourself again.” He gave her a quick smile before turning to the water and cupping his hands around his mouth. “NEEEESSSSSAAAAAAA!”
The surface of the harbor broke to reveal Nessa’s head and tail, the Croconaw swiftly swimming to the bank and pulling herself halfway out of the water. “Yeah?”
“Ready for a fight?”
Nessa levered herself out of the water, flicking her tail to send a spray of droplets hissing across the ground. “Are you?”
Nicholas turned slightly to reveal the radio in his ear. “Ready.”
“So am I.”
Nicholas took a closer look at her. There was a faintly familiar look in Nessa’s eyes and he smiled when he realized. “I see that.”
Nessa blinked, returning his smile before taking a steadying breath. “What’s the plan?”
“I think Ryuko will lead,” Nicholas replied as they started walking. “Ryuko, do you need my command, or should I remain silent?”
The Scyther flicked her daggers back against her skin, holding them just out of sight. “I am your blade, Master. Direct me.”
“I also don’t know your full ability, Ryuko. This will be a perfect time for you to show me.”
Ryuko blinked. She pondered for a few moments before shaking her head. “If you decide I am meant to fight on my own, I will. But I will fight more effectively without slowing myself down with strategy.”
“You intend to be a mindless fighting machine. To let me direct you.”
Ryuko bared her teeth with a smile. “Instinct is faster. I have trained to surrender my will to my Master. All you must do is command me.”
Nicholas shook his head. “I don’t like it.”
“Master?”
“I get it. You were trained to be a perfect weapon for a tamer. But I don’t like it. My pokegirls think for themselves. You’re not slaves, even if you insist on calling yourselves my servants.”
Ryuko frowned. “I will fight better with you commanding me, Master. Without thinking I will move much faster, and-“
“Maybe you would be faster.” Nicholas shook his head again. “But I disagree that you would fight better. What if an enemy was attacking from the right, and I ordered you to block to the left? I can not be perfect. You should always be analyzing your battles, even when listening to my commands.”
“I would never be able to fight at my best while also questioning your orders, Master.”
“That sounds like a failure to me,” Nicholas replied evenly. “But don’t worry. We’ll fix it.”
Ryuko stared at him while Sera and Nessa exchanged grins behind her back. No more was said until they stood in front of the Goldenrod gym.
“Got our uniforms, Master?”
Nicholas shrugged out of his backpack and withdrew the clothing, tossing their sets to Sera and Nessa before turning to Ryuko. “Would you like yours?”
The Scyther reached out to take the battle uniform, running it through her fingers, obviously deep in thought. When Nicholas spoke her name again she looked up. “I will, Master. And I will strive to meet your expectations.” Her daggers reappeared from somewhere under her shirt and she stuck them in the ground before pulling her casual clothes off and smoothly donning the uniform before picking the weapons back up and settling into a ready stance.
Nicholas waited for Sera and Nessa to finish changing before nodding at the door. “Then let’s do this.”
Bill silently stepped closer to the door to Miyuki’s room. Beside him, Maya extended her hand, the fingers melding together to form a barrel from which energy glowed. He waited for Maya’s nod before raising a pokeball and taking a steadying breath.
“Let’s do this.”
The sound was what he noticed first when the door opened. Miyuki’s breathing was labored, every few gasps punctuated by a whine as air was forced through her rigid body. As he stepped inside her breathing changed, Miyuki’s nose twitching even though she had not yet raised her head to look at who had entered. “M-mis-mis-“ A shudder tore through her body and she cried out, the noise fading just as quickly as it had come. “Mis…”
“It’s me, Miyuki,” Bill said quietly as he stepped closer. “You’re fighting it, aren’t you? You’re such a strong girl.”
Miyuki still didn’t move from her position laying on the bed, but the pain in her voice was evident. “I… I…” She swallowed, another shiver taking her body as one hand jerked back and forth across her stomach. “I’m… so… hot…”
“That’s because your body wants something,” Bill replied gently. “But I’m here to help you.”
Miyuki’s hand jerked, drawing her shirt up to reveal her glistening sex before she made a deliberate move and yanked her hand away. Bill didn’t move until the tension in Miyuki’s body had started to fade, ignoring what was now on display and stepping up beside her. Miyuki’s eyes flicked towards him and she groaned again, everything about her straining to remain still in front of the human.
“Help-“ Miyuki swallowed again, screwing her eyes shut as she focused. “Please.”
“I’m going to put you in a pokeball,” Bill explained slowly, “and then I’m going to get you through a taming cycle. It will take the worst away. But you need to stay focused. You need to remember that you are Miyuki. And you are stronger than this.”
Miyuki barely nodded and Bill tapped her with the pokeball. The capture tone instantly sounded since Miyuki hadn’t even considered fighting it and Bill quickly turned to Maya.
The Porygon lowered her arm cannon. “I would not be opposed to you keeping her, Master Bill.”
“I know. But Nicholas made a very good point earlier.” Bill rubbed his fingers over the surface of the pokeball thoughtfully. “Something I hadn’t even considered. It shows that he’s a better tamer than I may ever be.”
“Master?”
“I’m not touching her.” Bill turned to the door and started outside. “I’m going to run her through a taming cycle and hope it works. Because if it doesn’t I won’t get a chance to try and convince her to join his harem.” He looked back at Maya as the Porygon followed him outside. “She deserves better. She deserves him.”
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POKEDEX UPDATED
Tamer: Nicholas Topolski
Badges:
Zephyr Badge
Hive Badge
Plain Badge
Harem:
Nessa, Croconaw – Level 25
Sera, Golbat – Level 24
Ryuko, Scyther – Level 24
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“HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THAT TO MY BEAUTIFUL POKEGIRL!”
Nicholas winced when the gym leader, Whitney, continued her screaming tirade. The pokegirl in question had been her Miltank, a terrifying brawler that had gone toe to toe with Nessa in a slugfest that had ended with the Miltank capturing Nessa in a headlock and squeezing until the Croconaw had passed out from a lack of air. She’d only been defeated when Ryuko came in, the Scyther focusing completely on using her daggers surgically and slowly whittling the bulky pokegirl down. It had been close. Too close. But it had been his first real win in a gym battle since coming to Johto, and he had a lot to celebrate with his harem.
If this woman would ever stop her tantrum.
“Look, can I just-“ Nicholas flinched back when Whitney launched into a new set of insults and he slowly backed away. He hadn’t been handed a badge yet, but he was considering just leaving at this point and coming back whenever Whitney calmed down.
“Great match, challenger.” Nicholas turned to see the assistant who had officiated the battle walking towards him. “It takes a close loss to get Whitney this worked up.”
“Yeah, uh, should I just leave, or…?”
“Can’t leave without your badge, can you?” The woman stepped forwards. “WHITNEY!”
Whitney instantly cut off her tirade. “WHAT!”
“The challenger needs his badge.”
Whitney blinked across the arena. “Oh. Right.” She cleared her throat, walking forwards and handing her badge to Nicholas. “Sorry about that.”
“Er, no harm done?”
Whitney grinned. “Man, it felt good to let loose like that. Thanks for the match, and come fight me again some time, all right?”
“…Sure.”
“You better,” Whitney threatened, raising her voice when Nicholas made his escape. “AND YOU TELL THAT SCYTHER OF YOURS-!”
Nicholas hurried out of the building before he could hear the end of her sentence. He wanted to get everyone healed at the pokecenter, and then have a full harem meeting in order to go over the battle. Nessa and Ryuko’s performances especially. The look he had seen in Nessa’s eyes had been exactly what he had thought it was, and he found himself smiling when he thought about how she had fought. It was as if he had Victoria back with him.
Ryuko, on the other hand, had floundered. Quite a bit. He needed to knock her out of her subordinate mentality, and quickly.
Well, at least she had two of the three pieces. Highly trained, excellent innate ability, but completely inexperienced in real combat. He could work with that and have her up to par in no time at all.
As Nicholas’ thoughts wandered his smile slowly faded until it was barely noticeable. Finally, he was acting like a ‘real’ tamer. Logically moving from one action to the next. Finding the most effective paths forwards. Heck, he was even doing it now, as he evaluated Ryuko’s performance and identified what needed to be changed.
But at the same time, that kind of clinical detachment was what he didn’t want to have. He’d finally overcome his doubt, allowing him to apply his knowledge and skill, but now he had a new challenge. Balancing the tamer he was with the Master he wanted to be.
His thoughts continued exploring those paths as he started moving once again. From the pokecenter, to the nearby shops, and all through the city of Goldenrod. He wasn’t sure why, but walking seemed to help him think. So he walked. It was mid afternoon by the time he turned back towards Bill’s house.
He needed to find a focus for the harem. Maybe even an Alpha. The problem was that there were no candidates. As a feralborn, Sera had no taste for diplomacy. She was a fighter, and she fought well, but that was it. Nessa had potential to be the Alpha, but her personality was a poor fit. She was too fractured at the moment, and even if she hadn’t been, she was a very playful pokegirl. How would she command any respect from the more serious members, whoever they would be?
And Ryuko… Well, she was Ryuko. A new pokegirl, for one, but more importantly she seemed to have no real objectives besides serving him. He didn’t need a servant as his Alpha. She’d do less than if she wasn’t given the position at all.
So for now he must act as both tamer and Alpha. There wouldn’t be much room for him to be a gentle Master. He needed to be the anchoring force for the harem, now more than ever.
Thankfully, with his newfound confidence, he was finally able to be.
He walked through the front door and immediately turned towards the bedroom he had been using. The house was quiet and he assumed it was because Bill was out taking care of Miyuki. He just wanted to grab his day gear, and then he’d head out too.
Nicholas stepped into his bedroom and moved straight for the bedside table, gathering up the few items that had fallen over and taking inventory. “Sunscreen, change of clothes, I’ve already got everyone’s outfits and the extra pokedex battery...”
Nicholas paused with one hand hovering over the bed. After a moment his fingers curled again, grasping for a shirt that wasn’t there.
It had been all laid out for after the gym battle. His shorts were there, but the shirt had vanished.
Nicholas checked the floor, flicking the sheets on the bed back next before stepping back and looking around the room with his hands on his hips. Where had he put it? He doubted Bill would have come in and taken it. And Maya didn’t do any housework, in fact he’d talked to the Porygon just the day before to make sure he knew where the laundry room even was and she’d only been able to vaguely point him in the right direction.
Oh, maybe he’d left it in the dryer.
Nicholas swiped around the empty machine, even sticking his head in to make sure before stepping back and scratching his head. Nothing there.
At this point he was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable as well. The harem had been in their pokeballs for far longer than he had intended, and he was delaying because of a misplaced shirt? That was hardly important enough a justification. He’d just have to go without it.
Nicholas walked back down the hall, passing the closed doors... and one that had come slightly ajar. But he didn’t notice, walking back into the bedroom and grabbing his bag before stopping dead in his tracks.
There, right where he had thought he left it, was the t-shirt.
Nicholas stared at the shirt for almost a full minute before stepping back and picking it up. He knew it hadn’t been there when he had gone to the laundry room. And he’d laid it out flat, not hurriedly tossed onto the mattress to wrinkle up.
There was someone else in the house.
“Hello?” Nicholas looked around the room. “Bill? Maya?”
Was it Kali, playing a trick on him? She’d joked about stalking him through Johto but this was the first time he’d had any reason to suspect that she was actually around. Though, this didn’t seem like her style of trick. He was more likely to get a pissed off feral dropped on his head than for her to play hide-and-seek with his clothes.
As he scanned the room again he slowed. The closet door was shut. Just before going to the laundry room, he had opened it to check if the shirt was still hanging. Now it was closed again.
Nicholas slowly moved towards the door, calling out as he did. “I know someone is here. I don’t have any pokegirls out. Just a human. If you’re still here, then say something.”
Silence. Nicholas came to a stop in front of the closet and hesitantly reached towards the handle. Was it a thief? No, a thief wouldn’t return what they stole, especially something as inconsequential as a single shirt. Was it someone playing a trick on him? He couldn’t think of anyone who might do that... except maybe Celebi. If it was the legendary messing with him, he wanted to know why.
Which meant he had to open this door.
“Last call. Say something,” Nicholas said loudly. “If this is a trick, Bill, Maya, Kali, anyone, just give it up.”
He might have imagined it, but he thought he heard something shift behind the door. Steeling himself, he flung it open and jumped back.
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Goldenrod Pokecenter, six hours ago
The attendant on duty brightened when she saw the pair walk in. “Master Bill and miss Maya! How can I assist you today?”
“Oh, hi June.” Bill returned the smile. “You haven’t broken anything with my systems again, have you?”
June laughed and shook her head. “I would never. After the lessons you gave me, I’ve actually started learning about programming in my free time. I would never practice on the pokecenter computers, though.”
“You’ve started learning...?” Bill trailed off when Maya cleared her throat. “Oh. Sorry. I would love to hear all about it, but I’ve got a pokegirl here that desperately needs a taming cycle.”
June accepted Miyuki’s pokeball. “A feral? I didn’t know you were building a harem. Aren’t you retired?”
“I am, but she still needs a cycle. She’s an Eevee who was staying with me, and... I didn’t take care of her.”
June’s eyes grew sympathetic. “I will run her through right away.”
Bill watched June disappear into the back before letting out his breath and turning to Maya. “I don’t know why I ever told Morty yes.”
“Because you are kind, Master Bill,” Maya replied. “Even though you hold no feelings for Miyuki, you care for her. Perhaps...?”
“Not in public.”
Maya bowed her head. “Yes, Master Bill.”
June reappeared a few minutes later and handed Bill the pokeball. “She took it well. The machine scanned her as tame afterwards.”
Bill let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Oh, thank goodness. I wasn’t sure what I would do if she... you know.”
June’s eyes searched his face. “Whatever your reason, master Bill, thank you for still caring for us. If more humans acted as you do, the world would be a much kinder place.”
Bill snorted nervously. “Heh. I’m a tamer, right? So...”
“And I am a pokegirl specialized in medicine, master Bill. I have been able to get to know you through the years, and I know what I have learned.”
Maya stared at June. “He is not interested in you.”
June smiled wryly. “I know. And I will keep what I know confidential, as any medical professional should. Still. Thank you, master Bill.”
Bill nodded very slightly and pocketed Miyuki’s pokeball. “What time do you get off work?”
June’s smile softened. “I would love to finish our conversation. I will be free after three.”
“I’ll see you then.”
June bobbed her head, waving when the two exited the pokecenter.
“Master-“
“Drop it. We’ve known June for a decade and she hasn’t said anything until today. I’m lucky she’s a friend.” Bill rubbed his face before sighing and striking back towards his house. “Right now, Miyuki needs our help.” He hesitated a moment. “Maya, if she needs it... can you tame her?”
“Of course, Master Bill.”
“Thank you. That will get her through until we can figure out a permanent solution.”
Maya nodded and followed him through the street until they were back at the house. She spared a glance towards where Nicholas and his harem had been, but the yard was empty. “He has left.”
“I think he was heading to the gym today. Hopefully he does well.” Bill moved to Miyuki’s room before pulling the pokeball out. “Miyuki?”
The Eevee materialized back on the bed and all of the tension in her body evaporated. After a minute she sat up, scrubbing her face and letting out a massive sigh. “I...”
“Are you okay?”
Miyuki lowered her hands to look at Bill. After a moment she nodded.
“I’m glad.” Bill pulled up a chair and took a seat. “You were so close to losing yourself.”
Miyuki sniffed. “I remember.”
“Maya has volunteered-“
“No.” Bill quieted when Miyuki pulled his shirt over her head and threw it against the wall. “I- I can’t stay here.”
“Miyuki...”
“I remember everything.” Miyuki curled up, her face disappearing behind her arms. “The feelings, and the fear, and how there was nothing I could do about it. I want to go home.”
“If you go back...” Bill gazed at her. “Whatever fight you had will just happen again.”
“I don’t know where else to go!” Miyuki’s body shook as she sobbed. “I- I should never have come here. It was stupid to run away, I-“
“You have friends, Miyuki,” Bill replied firmly. “I am your friend. Morty is your friend. Let us help you.”
“Save your energy,” Miyuki said miserably. “I’m a worthless pokegirl. I couldn’t even keep myself tamed, how am I supposed to be a priestess? I’m nothing like my sisters. I should just go back and beg them to forgive me.”
“I don’t know anything about all that, but I do know one thing.” Bill reached out to hold Miyuki’s hand. “You are not worthless. You are strong. A worthless pokegirl would have gone feral today, but you didn’t. You fought back, and you won.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Miyuki whispered. “I’m not the great leader they wanted me to be. I’m just me. Maybe... maybe if I go back, I can convince them. Make them leave me alone.” She sniffed. “I need to go back.”
“There’s another option.”
Miyuki sniffed again. “Huh?”
“I contacted Morty a few days ago. He said that you have his blessing to find a tamer and leave your destiny behind, whatever that means.”
Miyuki laughed, a beautiful sound marred by the mucus clogging her throat and nose. “Yeah right. His blessing is worthless. He’s just a gym leader; I’m promised to something far beyond him. Whatever he says or does doesn’t change my destiny. Besides, I don’t want a tamer. I’ve... never had one.”
“Because you don’t want one, or because you haven’t been allowed one?”
Miyuki was quiet for a while. “I don’t want one.”
“Are you sure? Because there’s an excellent one here, right now. I’ve known Nicholas Topolski for years. You would be happy with him.”
“He doesn’t want a broken and useless Eevee,” Miyuki replied. “I heard his pokegirls talking. They’re fighters. I’m a failure.”
“Miyuki...”
“No.” Miyuki curled up even tighter. “Leave me alone.”
Bill stood after a few seconds. “Do you want anything? Food, drink, my pokedex?”
“Just leave me alone.”
Bill sighed and looked at Maya, but the Porygon had nothing. “I’m going to go to the store. You like jerky, right? I’ll get some. Maybe it’ll help you feel better.”
Miyuki didn’t respond, so Bill stepped out and closed the door behind him.
“I’m going to go for a few hours,” Bill said quietly to Maya. “I think she needs space.”
Maya rolled her eyes. “Yes, Master Bill.”
“Can you keep an ear out? Make sure she doesn’t get in any trouble?”
“Yes, Master Bill.”
“Thank you, Maya.” Bill smiled at the Porygon before heading out the door.
The hours passed without any noise coming from Miyuki’s room. Eventually Maya drifted to her own activities, manipulating the computers around the house until she digitized and vanished into a screen.
Behind her, Miyuki’s door slowly opened.
The Eevee stuck her head out and waited. When Maya didn’t reappear she stepped out, taking a few steps towards the front door before stopping.
She could feel the same urges as before. A heat, spreading throughout her body and threatening to take her. Only now, it wasn’t enough to overpower her. But if she ran... it would slowly grow until she couldn’t fight it. Would she make it home by then? Did she have any other choice?
Before she could take another step her nose twitched. The room down the hall. The door had been left open.
Almost against her will she turned, padding to the open door and staring inside. This close, the scent was surrounding her. His scent. The other human.
She shuddered and pulled back. No. As she had gone feral she had been confused and afraid, but she had a reason to be. If she was taken by a human she would be cast out. Her family, her sisters, the one they served... all would abandon her. She would be left alone. And for what? What fleeting pleasure would be her reward? It wasn’t worth it. It could never be.
And yet she still stared into the room. The other pokegirls... they had been nice to her. The things she had heard him say... the nights she had lain awake, using the faint noises to fuel her own fantasies... the temptation was so strong. Was what mister Bill said true? Would she be... happy?
Her eye was drawn to some clothing sitting on the bed and she unconsciously walked forwards. Before she knew it, she was standing in the middle of the room. The human’s scent permeated everything around her and she felt her breathing growing heavier. Inside her, the burning heat grew stronger and she felt her body quivering. She needed to flee.
But she couldn’t. Here, in the very room her wild fantasies so often showed, she was frozen. If she stayed here long enough, he would come back, wouldn’t he? What would he do? What would he do to her?
A noise from down the hall jerked her out of her trance. Maya. She had forgotten about the Porygon. She couldn’t let her see her here.
Miyuki was turning to run when she saw the clothing again. The shirt. His shirt. The clothing she borrowed from mister Bill had had the man’s scent almost woven into the fabric. If this shirt was the same...
Maya stepped back out of the screen and glanced at Miyuki’s closed door. She thought her sensors had heard something, but apparently not. Well, if the Eevee wasn’t going to be going anywhere, she might as well entertain herself until Master Bill returned.
Miyuki didn’t even know how close she had been to getting caught as Maya re-entered the screen. Other than the quick moment that had torn her from Nicholas’ room, she hadn’t given the Porygon another thought. Because now she clutched his shirt in her hands, the fabric pressed into her face.
With every breath another wave of his scent jolted her body. The burning heat was everything, now. Her nipples stood straight out, every slight brush against them sending waves of pleasure through her. But that wasn’t all. Her groin burned, so, so much more than she had ever felt. She didn’t want to let go of the shirt so she squirmed, grinding her legs together. It was easy to do with how slippery they had become.
Finally one hand let go and slowly crept towards her glistening pussy. She wanted... no, she needed to satisfy this heat.
Miyuki whined piteously as she pleasured herself. It wasn’t enough. Her fingers weren’t enough. It didn’t matter how fast or how slow, one or more, or wherever she pressed; the heat still grew. It was so much worse than it had been that morning. Yet... she didn’t feel herself slipping away. The scent of the shirt in her face was so strong it was all she could focus on.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps.
Miyuki froze. It was Maya. Or it was mister Bill, returning from the store. But when the footsteps walked past her room, down the hall, her heart leapt into her throat.
He’d returned. And she was masturbating with his shirt.
Her survival instinct took over and she threw herself off her bed. For now, the heat was forgotten as she carefully eased her door open.
He was moving around the room and she could hear him talking to himself. Then, silence. She shrunk back. He’d found out.
After a few minutes she saw Nicholas walk out of his room and she held her breath. He was looking around, searching for something. For his shirt. When he turned down another hallway she moved.
Running as fast as she could while still remaining silent she dove into his room. There was a bag on the floor now, various items missing, including the rest of the clothing on the bed, and she began to place the shirt back in place when she heard the footsteps returning.
She had nowhere to go. If she went out, he would find her. And right now, she had no idea if she wanted him to. Her emotions in turmoil, thoughts barely clinging to sanity, she searched for an exit. There. The closet, it was open. Without thinking, she dove in and slid the door shut.
Miyuki forced her breathing to slow. She could hear Nicholas enter the room and stop.
After a while his footsteps resumed, deeper into the room. “Hello?” he called. “Bill? Maya?”
Miyuki tried to calm down, but she had chosen the absolute worst place to hide. She was already being overcome by Nicholas’ scent, it and her failing mental state combining to challenge every belief she held. Now, she was hiding in the middle of a tiny space filled with his clothes.
If it had been strong before, now it was beyond overpowering. With every breath Miyuki felt her resolve slipping. She clutched her chest but touching her own skin only sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her. He needed to leave. Please, he needed to leave!
Nicholas had been saying something but she wasn’t listening until she heard his voice grow louder. “Last call. Say something,” Nicholas called. “If this is a trick, Bill, Maya, Kali, anyone, just give it up.”
Miyuki felt her knees give out and she slid to the ground. He was right there. Everything inside of her cried out for him. She had lost.
The door was thrown open.
Nicholas stared. The nude figure in his closet slid to the ground, landing face down without any move to stop her fall. Blonde hair, twitching furred ears, and a limp tail were the only identifying features he could see, but there was only one pokegirl that this could be. “Miyuki?”
Miyuki didn’t even moan so Nicholas slowly, and carefully, pushed her shoulder. When the Eevee didn’t respond he rolled her over.
Miyuki’s limp body only turned enough for him to see her face, but it was enough for him to understand. Her muscles were slack. Her eyes stared down at the floor, moving with gravity, and her eyelids followed. She was unconscious.
“Miyuki.” Nicholas crouched down and gently slapped his hand against the Eevee’s cheek. “Hey. Wake up.”
Still nothing. Nicholas straightened up and considered his options. On one hand, she probably hadn’t gone feral if this was where she had found herself. A feral pokegirl wouldn’t be unconscious in his closet, especially not if she was the one who had stolen his shirt. No, what was more likely is that the taming cycle worked. Bill and Maya were nowhere to be found, so they had obviously felt confident they could leave Miyuki alone. They would only have done so if she was in control of herself.
Nicholas’ eye was drawn down to the Eevee’s ass. As he leaned over he could see trails of sweat running down her body, and lines of... what he assumed was not sweat running down her legs. A lot of lines.
So she had stolen his shirt because she was horny. He was flattered, kind of, but mostly just concerned. To go this far, she must have been right on the very edge of going feral.
And still, she had tried to take a shirt instead of finding him to be tamed directly. Or Bill. Or anyone. She obviously still had no desire for a tamer.
Nicholas grunted when he tried to lift Miyuki off the ground. She wasn’t overly heavy, but her dead weight made her awkward to carry. Eventually, though, he managed to get her in his arms and staggered down the hall.
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Miyuki stirred. After a few movements her eyes flickered open to see the ceiling of her bedroom. She was tucked into bed. Had it all been a dream?
A noise from beside her made her swivel her head and she saw Maya getting out of a chair. The Porygon didn’t even look at her, stepping out and shutting the door behind herself, but not before Miyuki heard her address someone outside.
“She’s awake.”
An affirming grunt brought the chaotic memories flooding back. That had been the tamer. There was no reason for him to be outside, unless…
It had all been real.
“Miyuki, right?” Nicholas leaned back against the wall. “My name is Nicholas.”
He waited for a response but didn’t expect one. After a few minutes of silence he spoke again. “I’m an experienced tamer, and I’d like to help you.”
Miyuki gazed at the closed door. She was in here, completely covered up, and he was out there, separated by a wall and door. Why? If everything had happened as she remembered it, he had been given the perfect opportunity to claim her. As… his pokegirl. Then why was he so far away? “Why?”
Nicholas sighed to himself. “Because you need help, and no matter how compassionate Bill is he doesn’t know how to help you. I do.”
Miyuki’s heartrate quickened for a moment. “No, I meant… How?”
“You don’t want a tamer, do you?” Nicholas called. “But a pokegirl can’t keep herself tame forever. You need someone else, even if it’s just another pokegirl. I can help you find that someone else. Help you, so that you never have to worry about going feral again.”
Again, she had asked a question, but not the one in her heart. Miyuki drew her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. She had worried that he was just trying to get close to her. To trick her, capture her. And maybe he was. But if he was, he’d already succeeded. She’d fallen for his trap. She wanted him.
“Nicholas… mis… mas… mister Nicholas,” Miyuki finally decided. “Can you please… come inside?”
Nicholas turned to look at the closed door. “It’s probably better if I stay out here. With how vulnerable you are right now, if I’m in there you might not be able to restrain yourself.”
Miyuki’s fingers dug into the mattress. She knew that. Was it what she wanted?
Even now, as she tried to give in, he kept her away. Tried to give her what he thought she wanted. Tried to do what was best for her.
She just couldn’t take it anymore. She had never been the priestess her sisters tried to force her to be. She didn’t want that. She wanted…
She wanted to be free.
With a shuddering gasp Miyuki fell back onto the mattress. She wanted to be free. That’s what she had always wanted. Free from her sisters’ expectations, from the rules she had been forced to follow, all of it.
“I… I know.”
Nicholas leaned over, trying to hear the whisper. “Sorry?”
“I know,” Miyuki repeated, louder this time. “Please come inside.”
Nicholas stared at the door for a few seconds before getting to his feet and stepping through.
Miyuki kept her gaze on the ceiling, listening as Nicholas took Maya’s seat. Eventually she dropped her legs, returning to the neutral position she had woken up in.
Nicholas waited patiently while Miyuki fidgeted. Finally she spoke. “All I’ve ever wanted is freedom.”
“I can help you. Another pokegirl wouldn’t be a human, so you’d never be forced into a harem bond. You’d be free.”
Miyuki sniffed. “Is that the only way?”
“I think so. Any tamer you might join would, over time, impose their will on you. You wouldn’t be free.” Nicholas lowered his eyes. “I don’t like it, but it’s true. And my pokegirls know it. They’ve talked about how they’ve chosen to surrender their freedom to me.” He sighed. “I guess it’s part of the relationship pokegirls have with humans. You start to see your tamer as your Master, even if you never call them that. They’re your pack leader. Your Alpha.”
“The others… Sera, Ryuko, they aren’t free?”
Nicholas slowly shook his head. “It was Sera and Nessa, actually, who told me that. But no. I don’t think any of them really are. Of course they’d probably disagree. I think I give them more freedom than most tamers would, but there is no such thing as ‘more’ freedom. You either are, or you aren’t. And they’re part of my harem. So they’re not free.”
“Can I ever really be free?”
Nicholas raised his head. “What?”
“No matter what I do, I could always go feral. So… does that mean I can never be free of it? Can I never be free?”
Nicholas settled back in his chair when Miyuko rolled over to look at him. The Eevee’s eyes were red from what he assumed were her tears and he took a bit to contemplate her question.
“I don’t have the answer for you,” he finally replied. “I think you’d be the most free with a pokegirl partner helping you, but I don’t know.”
“Didn’t you just say there is no such thing as being ‘more’ free?”
Nicholas frowned. She’d got him there. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
“My whole life, I haven’t been free. I was trapped in one duty or another.” Miyuki pushed herself upright, letting the blankets fall away to reveal her naked body. “If I can never be free, I at least want to choose who traps me.”
Nicholas slid his chair back a few inches. “This is why I didn’t want to come in.”
“I want the freedom they have,” Miyuki begged. “Please. Sera, Ryuko, whoever Nessa is. I want it. I… I want you.” When Nicholas still hesitated she launched into a desperate plea. “Everything I hear you do is for them. My life has been defined by what others want me to do. You wouldn’t do that. You- you would free me.” She shivered. “I know. I would be trading one set of chains for another. But they would be chains I chose. There’s nothing more important than that.”
Nicholas was nodding slightly and when she stopped he spoke. “You’re very well educated, aren’t you?”
“I was meant to be a servant of the eternal ones. I am.”
Nicholas frowned slightly. “Eternal ones?”
“The… humans call them something else.” Miyuki thought for a few seconds. “Legendaries?”
“A servant of the legendaries.” Nicholas let out a deep sigh. “Sure. Let me just steal one of their servants. I’m sure that will go so well.”
“It was what others wanted me to be,” Miyuki countered. “I never wanted it. I’m not what they tried to make me. I’m just me.”
Nicholas had retreated further but now he stopped and surveyed Miyuki. She hadn’t taken her eyes off him since sitting up and he thought back to his shirt. “Why my shirt?”
Miyuki jumped. The sudden change of topic threw her off completely and she stumbled. “Um. I. Well, it was… After…” She shook her head to try and organize her thoughts. “I was going feral.”
“Sure. Why my shirt.”
Miyuki’s face burned. But she had to answer. If she was going to convince Nicholas to accept her, she needed to make him want her. Just as much as she wanted him. “Because… I was turned on by your scent.”
Nicholas nodded. He’d expected as much. A few minutes ago, that answer would have sent him away in order to protect Miyuki from her baser instincts. But now, she had revealed that maybe she wanted a tamer after all. Did he want her?
Yes, he almost immediately decided. There was nothing about the Eevee that he didn’t like. And she was fighting her feral instincts the whole time. What would she be like when she had a clear head?
Nicholas slowly got to his feet. “I’m going somewhere.” He waited a moment for Miyuki to begin looking confused before he explained. “I can go to the door. Or I can go somewhere else. Where do you want me to go?”
Miyuki stared at him. Was this it? Was he telling her to make her choice? Even now, after every opportunity he’d had to take her by force, he’d still let her decide?
She already knew her answer.
Nicholas watched Miyuki extend her hand. “I… want you. To come here.”
Nicholas stepped towards her and removed his shirt. The same shirt, she realized, that she had stolen. It seemed like so long ago. “I’ll ask you again. After this is over, when your mind is clear again. I want you to know that. If you change your mind, I will let you go.”
Even now, Miyuki realized. Even when there was no choice left. Even when she had surrendered, he was still the tamer he had seemed to be. It had never been a trick.
The final inhibitions she held vanished and she pushed the blankets away, reaching out to take his hand. Yet she was still afraid at first. She held back, afraid that if she let go, she would lose herself no matter what he did.
Eventually Nicholas noticed and pulled back from where he had been stroking her chest. “Miyuki?”
Miyuki shivered. “Yes?”
“What’s wrong?”
Miyuki closed her eyes. “I… I’m scared. Everything feels so good, but it’s not what I thought, and…” Nicholas started to move away when her eyes opened again with a sudden look of surprise. “You… you’re hesitating.”
Nicholas let out his breath. Yes, he had been hesitating. Because he had felt the Eevee tensing every time he touched her. He had felt her fear, and had been trying to go slow.
“I’m trying not to hurt you,” he explained gently. “This is our first time together. It’s supposed to be something special, especially if you decide to stay with me. The first time we bond as a tamer and pokegirl.”
“But, I want you.” Miyuki could feel her pussy begging for attention. “I’ve masturbated before. Nothing you’ve done so far is any different.”
Nicholas sighed. What did she want him to do? If he just took control he would be ignoring her fear.
He was still thinking when he felt a hand grab his arm and pull. Nicholas was caught off guard and he floundered, falling forwards and crashing into Miyuki’s body. Both grunted from the impact, but Miyuki wasn’t done with him yet, and Nicholas felt her hand transition from his arm to the back of his head as she reached for a kiss.
They kissed for a few very long seconds before Miyuki let him go and leaned back, keeping her eyes on his. “I understand,” she cried. “You’re still trying to let me decide.” Her eyes began to water, one tear breaking free to begin slipping down her cheek. “I’m hesitating too. But you offered to help me. So help me… help me, Master. I want you. I need you. Please.” Miyuki shivered when she felt the unbearable heat encroaching on her thoughts. She was so close. It was almost too much for her to hold back.
So, she decided, she wasn’t going to.
“I surrender,” she whispered, her voice cracking from her emotion. “I surrender to you.”
Nicholas felt her body tense and his eyes widened when he saw her arch back, eyes rolling. The next thing out of Miyuki’s mouth wasn’t a word. It was only a single, desperate cry. A feral’s cry. She’d made the decision to force his hand.
Nicholas immediately pinned her to the bed and prepared himself. But no, he thought. The Eevee had been so perfectly in control all along, it made no sense for her to have lost herself in a single moment. She was still in there. He just needed to pull her back out.
Miyuki’s scream rose when he penetrated her, going as deep as he could before pulling back and slamming into her slick folds again. Again, and again, he counted seven thrusts before Miyuki’s eyes began to lose their crazed look and her locked muscles started to relax.
At that moment Nicholas pulled out, pushing Miyuki up so that she was back in a neutral position. Before she could react, he kissed her.
When Miyuki let out a strangled gasp and jerked under his hands he broke away, keeping a firm grip as he moved his throbbing erection to rest against her clit. Miyuki hissed, her groin tensing in time with the throbbing heartbeat, and she looked up at him with an intense look.
“Do not ever do that again,” Nicholas growled.
His scowl deepened when Miyuki began to laugh, her voice still cracking from her suppressed emotion. “I… Felt… You.” Miyuki held her arms out with a blissful smile. “I felt you…”
Nicholas’ anger only intensified when he slammed his dick into her vagina and Miyuki screamed in pleasure. He wanted her to understand how scared he had been in that moment. How she had made him feel!
Miyuki’s eyes rolled back as she came and Nicholas felt her vagina clench around his shaft. The pulsing contractions sent him over the edge and he collapsed, his own orgasm spurting into the Eevee until his falling body pulled him free and sent the remainder squirting everywhere.
Nicholas panted as his emotions slowly stabilized. He’d never experienced anything like it. When he had seen Miyuki break, he… he’d just been overcome. Yet somehow his anger had turned into the most intense sexual energy he’d ever felt.
“By the creator.” Miyuki shuddered a final time, feeling the afterglow fade and leveraging herself up on one elbow. Nicholas was laying just a few inches away and she stared at him, her eyes involuntarily being drawn to his softening cock. “That was… Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”
Nicholas let out a groan and raised his hand to his face. “What the hell.”
Miyuki ran her hand over her stomach, feeling the remains of Nicholas’ orgasm. She hesitated before lifting one of her sticky fingers to her nose. The scent slammed into her, but for the first time since Nicholas had arrived at Bill’s house, it wasn’t something that scared her. The semen that coated her finger held her Master’s scent.
Nicholas groaned when he felt her crawl on top of him. “Miyuki…” He looked down to see a bushy tail flicking in his face and his complaints died on his lips. “…what are you doing?”
Miyuki answered by bending down and taking him in her mouth. Nicholas felt her lips wrap around his member before what could only be her tongue rubbed up the length.
His instinctual reaction was a jerk as Miyuki’s tongue ran along the skin of his shaft. The Eevee’s tongue was rough as it continued exploring his penis and Nicholas very quickly felt his body reacting to the strange new sensation.
Miyuki grunted and shifted upward as he came erect, lifting her head when his tip poked the back of her throat. It was this part of him, right here, that had been so different. She had seen dildos before, though she had never used one herself. They were nothing compared to the real thing, steeped in her new Master’s scent. Just looking at it-
Miyuki gasped when Nicholas moved. The man was quick and Miyuki stumbled as she tried to keep her balance before taking a nosedive into the mattress anyways. She was starting to get back on her hands and knees when she felt Nicholas grab the base of her tail.
Grab, but not pull. Miyuki froze in place. If she tried to pull away, his grip became painful. But if she stayed still…
Did he know? Had that been his plan, to lock her in place?
Miyuki’s breathing began to grow heavy. She could hear him moving around behind her, but try as she might she couldn’t turn her head enough to look back. Not without pulling her tail. “Master?”
“You know what’s coming.”
Miyuki’s breathing quickened. She was on her hands and knees, her ass raised to the sky and pussy displayed proudly to her new Master. What was coming could only be…
Nicholas positioned himself at her entrance. He was still a bit angry. And he wasn’t going to fool himself that this was any sort of punishment for Miyuki, but it felt good to pretend he was punishing the Eevee for giving him a scare.
“You’re back in your right mind, right?” Nicholas asked. “The feral urges aren’t there any more?”
Miyuki hissed. He was delaying. She knew what was coming and she wanted it NOW! “YES!” she screamed. “FUCK ME!”
Miyuki cried out when Nicholas buried his shaft into her, her arms threatening to give out before she braced them to stay still. His thrusts came faster than the first time and finally her elbows gave out, sending her face into the mattress once again. But her ass stayed in the air, held up by the threat of pain from her tail as Nicholas pounded her pussy as hard as he dared.
Miyuki’s scream was muffled by the blankets and Nicholas felt her second orgasm come in the same way as the first. Only this time, he wasn’t done. Miyuki gasped when he shoved her, sending her ass-over-face and tumbling off the bed in a mess of flailing limbs. She was scrambling up when she saw Nicholas slide off the bed with his dick still at full mast.
“What did you-“ Miyuki cut off when Nicholas stepped towards her without saying a word. She’d never noticed before. How much taller the man was. She was looking up, and her eyes still only naturally focused on his chin. She had to keep going to see his eyes, filled with a firm determination.
Any pain in her tail was forgotten as she lunged at him. Nicholas staggered back when she latched on, feeling his leg bump into the side of the bed before he crashed back onto the mattress and grabbed at her.
Neither he nor Miyuki were thinking straight anymore. All they could focus on was the other’s body in their hands. Miyuki screamed in pleasure when Nicholas’ rough hands groped her breast, and he grunted in return when her nails drew bloody streaks across his back. The rest of their first time together was a flurry of pain and pleasure. Nicholas wasn’t sure how many times he had came when Miyuki finally went limp, sliding from her position on top of him to crumple onto the mattress. He tried to get up, but his muscles refused to respond, leaving him to listen to the Eevee’s labored breathing
“Hey, Miyuki?”
Silence for a while. Eventually, though, she responded. “M…Master?”
“You are no priestess.”
Miyuki snorted. Slowly she began to laugh, finding the energy to push her head closer to his body so that her ears could tickle his cheek. “No, Master.”
“Are you sure-“
Nicholas sneezed when the tufts at the tip of Miyuki’s ears swiped across his nose. “Yes.” Miyuki let out a sigh and snuggled closer. “If you want me, I am yours.”
He tried to wrap an arm around the Eevee. He really did. But he just couldn’t find the strength. “I want you, Miyuki.” Nicholas relaxed his neck, allowing his head to rest on top of hers as he began drifting off to sleep. “I do.”
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POKEDEX UPDATED
Tamer: Nicholas Topolski
Badges:
Zephyr Badge
Hive Badge
Plain Badge
Harem:
Nessa, Croconaw – Level 25
Sera, Golbat – Level 24
Ryuko, Scyther – Level 24
Miyuki, Eevee – Level 20