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Chapter 10
What It Means to Be
“We’re approaching Slateport City!”
Nicholas walked onto the deck of the boat he had been given at the Battle Frontier. By Scott, of course. Because somehow the man had caught wind that Nicholas was going to be taking the Hoenn gym challenge.
‘Get me footage!’ ‘Take this, go here!’ He scowled. He’d only managed to get Scott off of his back by promising to film his battles at the very least. Kalmiya would be in charge of that. He wanted nothing to do with it.
Slateport was a good place to start. Centralized, right in the middle of the continent, he could branch out and go anywhere from there. Unlike Mr. Briney’s boat the one Scott had let him use was a speedboat. Outfitted with a generous passenger lounge and designed as a transport, perhaps, but a speedboat regardless. It had taken him from the Battle Frontier to the mainland in a matter of hours.
“Thanks for the ride!” Nicholas yelled as the boat motored down and landed on its own swell.
“Our pleasure, sir!” the deckhands replied, grabbing the ropes and holding the boat steady so Nicholas could disembark before letting go again and shouting to the captain. With a roar the boat spun, jumping back out onto the ocean and leaving Nicholas on the dock.
Slateport was a busy city. Every building seemed to have activity around it, from the half-built ships at a nearby shipyard to a bustling city center, and as Nicholas walked into the city itself he could see numerous attractions throughout the port town. Off in the distance were dozens of brightly colored tents, likely a market similar to the one he’d seen in Rustboro, and back along the coast he saw a grand building decorated with oceanic motifs and a steady stream of people going in and out. Further inland he saw the pokecenter, almost hidden away from the tourist attractions, but behind it he saw another, different building. This brightly colored show hall was completely out of place with the rest of the city which he figured was why it was on the outskirts.
But no gym. He’d intentionally picked Slateport because the city had no pokegirl gym. Elaine, Morgana, and Bea were not ready for another big fight. Not even close.
Speaking of them. Nicholas felt his belt. In Kanto, he’d actually kept his harem in their pokeballs for most of the time traveling. Maybe one or two at a time had been out alongside him. In Johto, it had been the exact opposite. Mainly due to Professor Elm’s request. It had caused some issues with how that many pokegirls turned into a crowd very quickly, but it had also precipitated harem bonding at a very fast pace. Hana, for instance, had been tamed and acclimated into the harem within a matter of days, all because she had been able to socialize with the others constantly.
Here… he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do yet. On one hand, the girls needed to socialize. The one closest to having a healthy mindset was Morgana, and she was not without her own issues. Bea and Elaine were a mess.
So, another Johto it was. He’d probably default to that philosophy from now on. It worked just as Elm had hoped it would.
Nicholas grunted as he triggered all of the pokeballs. He had never gone back and told Elm the results of his test, had he. He should send a message.
The three pokegirls materialized and each looked to him in their own way. No questions, however. He’d already explained his plan back on the Battle Frontier so now they just waited to follow his lead.
Nicholas gestured around Slateport. “We’re here. From Slateport we can either head west, to Petalburg and Rustboro, or north, to Mauvile and from there to a number of places. Right now I’m thinking Mauvile. It leaves our options open while also having a gym.”
A couple of shrugs but nothing else until Morgana looked up. “Are we leaving right away, Master?”
Nicholas frowned. “Probably pretty quickly. Why?”
“Could we… look around the city, first?” Morgana asked. “Just you… and us. Together.”
Nicholas thought back to Dahlia’s words and smiled. “I would love to, Morgana. Bea, Elaine? How about it? There’s quite a bit to see if you’re interested.”
Both pokegirls shrugged, leading to Nicholas shrugging back and turning to Morgana again. “No complaints. Let’s head to the south end of the city and work our way back.”
The south side of Slateport was wide open, a few rows of shops along the edge of a grand sandy beach. Nicholas was planning on stopping at the shops but when Morgana picked up speed and began jogging towards the sand he gave a wry grin and followed.
The other two were following behind when Bea shot Elaine a look and slowed a step or two. “Elaine?” When the Combusken looked at her she nodded at Nicholas, just out of earshot as he chased Morgana onto the beach. “You’ve been with Master Nicholas the longest. Right?”
Elaine inclined her head slightly. “I have.”
“Why aren’t you the Alpha?”
Elaine very deliberately looked away again. “I do not question my Master. This one, at least, wishes to use me as more than his sex toy.”
A frown flickered across Bea’s face. “What happened to you in that gym? This isn’t what you were like before. I thought-“
“I questioned my Master,” Elaine interrupted before Bea could finish. “I was a fool. A pokegirl does not question. She obeys.”
“What did he do to you?” Bea asked in a hushed voice. “How did he turn you into… this?”
A flame zipped across Elaine’s eyes for a moment before she spoke and Bea could hear her disdain clearly. “You do not understand,” she said. “He did… nothing to me. Rather, I dared to question him. I dared to disobey him. I failed, and only when I obeyed did I succeed.” She let out her breath with a hiss. “I have always failed when I disobey them. I finally understand that now.” She moved forwards. “You will learn as I have. We are nothing without our Masters.”
Bea pursed her lips and let Elaine continue ahead. “You’re right,” she said quietly, eyeing Elaine’s back and the robotic body language. “I don’t understand why you have made yourself a slave. But I know slaves have no place in my harem.”
Nicholas could hear Morgana giggling as he finally chased her down and dove, wrapping his arms around her waist and dragging the Ralts down in a flurry of sand that rained down on the two as they came to rest on the beach. Morgana still couldn’t restrain her giggles and Nicholas chuckled back when she squirmed in his arms, finding his face and happily kissing him while the other two pokegirls slowly made their way over.
“Nice beach,” Nicholas offered, continuing to return Morgana’s kisses as they settled into the sand. “Where do you think you were going, hm?”
“Nowhere,” Morgana giggled.
“A likely story!” Morgana squealed when he began tickling her, only letting off with a laugh when she managed to thrash her way free of his grasp and scramble a few feet away. “What do you think we’re here for, a beach day?”
Morgana’s happy smile faded just a bit as she replied. “Can’t we be, Master?”
Nicholas pulled up. Morgana’s eyes begged him and his own jovial expression slipped away before he settled down with a sigh. “No. Yes, maybe? I don’t know.” He held a thoughtful look as he gazed out over the ocean. “We can have… a beach time. But we’re here as the first stop on a gym challenge. That means traveling. The more time we spend in one place, the less time we’re spending moving forwards. That’s the entire point – moving from place to place, always seeing and experiencing new things, learning and growing along the way. Settling down, even if only for a few days… that’s the same as giving up on the journey.” He looked back at her. “We had a few weeks of that. Now we’re back here.”
Morgana slumped back. “It never felt like that though,” she mumbled. “On that island, the Battle Frontier, it never felt right.”
“That’s because you haven’t earned it yet,” Nicholas replied, looking around at the others as well. “All of my other pokegirls, both harems, they’ve taken their journeys. They’ve had their experiences, learned, grown. None of you have done the same.” He shrugged. “I was hoping the Dewford gym battle might help put you three closer to the same level as them but it wasn’t nearly enough. So here we are.” He smiled gently at Morgana. “We’ll get there, Morgana. And if the journey ever becomes too much for you, you’re free to leave it. Galina did, and she’s as happy as anyone else from my Kanto harem.”
“Galina?”
“The Marowak.” Nicholas gestured at his face. “Brown skin, bone helmet.”
“Oh, her.” Morgana nodded. “Okay, Master. We’re here to take a journey.” She got to her feet. “Then… We can’t spend all day playing in the sand.”
Nicholas grinned and got up as well. “Attagirl. Let’s get something to eat and see what else Slateport has to offer.”
Morgana kept hold of him when he tried to walk away. “…Maybe five more minutes?”
With a laugh Nicholas resumed the chase when she bolted towards the waves.
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Eventually they grabbed some food from one of the many beachside stands and wandered back into the city. Nobody seemed interested in the bustling shipyards so the group drifted towards the oceanside building Nicholas had seen before. Upon arriving he could see it advertised as an oceanic museum. “A museum. Probably boats and underwater stuff.” He frowned. There was a sign erected outside the front door apologizing for closures. “And it’s not fully open, either.”
“More boats?” Bea grumbled. “Boring.”
“Yeah. Probably not somewhere we’d spend more than an hour at best,” Nicholas replied. He did walk further down the road to get a better look at the decorations ringing the building and as he did he noticed a large chunk of wall on the top floor missing. “Whoah. What did that sign say?”
Morgana stepped away to get a closer look. “The deep-sea archaeology exhibit will be closed until further notice. The top floor is at limited capacity until repairs may be made to ensure our guests’ safety.”
“…Now I’m curious to know what happened,” Nicholas said, “but I don’t think they’ll share with any random tamer that wanders in.”
“It doesn’t hurt to ask, Master,” Morgana blurted out. “Come on!”
“Just running around without a care in the world, aren’t you,” Nicholas sighed as he followed her into the building.
“My Master saw the sign and was wondering why the exhibit is closed!” Morgana was brightly explaining to one of the ticketing attendants. “He saw the hole.”
“Ah. That.” The attendant nodded at Nicholas when he walked up. “Unfortunately, sir, if you came to see the exhibit specifically we may never be able to display it again. A few weeks ago the museum was robbed, and in the process the thieves caused the damage you saw.”
“Robbed? Was the exhibit valuable or something?” Nicholas asked.
“Only to those of us interested in history,” the attendant replied. “There were no jewels or precious items. Just ancient artifacts.”
“Oh.” Nicholas shook his head. “That’s a shame. Obviously they were valuable enough to someone.”
“Yes. Maniacs with no real regard for what they claim to protect,” the attendant replied bitterly. “If you would like, sir, most of our exhibits are still intact. The museum is currently offering admittance at a reduced cost to pay for repairs. Five dollars for you and your entire harem.”
“I was only really interested in seeing the archaeology exhibit,” Nicholas apologized. “But…” he pulled out his pokedex and checked his balance. “I’ll gladly make a donation. Is that possible?”
The attendant nodded and tapped a few buttons so that a donation screen appeared in front of Nicholas. “Any amount is appreciated, sir.”
Nicholas hit the five then paused, his fingering hovering between the other buttons on the keypad until a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The attendant looked back from the next person to see Nicholas stepping out of the building and didn’t think anything more of it.
“Fifty thousand, Master? Really?” Kalmiya was chiding as the group left. “Was that truly necessary?”
“It’s for a good cause,” Nicholas replied, sparing a glance back. “I know how hard it is for scientific institutions to secure any sort of real funding. That should be enough to cover the repairs.”
“And carve your name into the wall afterwards,” Kalmiya replied. “I understand that you are not poor, Master, but that is still a large amount of money.”
“It’s Scott’s anyways,” Nicholas replied. “He paid me over twice that for all the filming rights. I’d much rather his money goes to something people will actually care about in twenty years.”
“…how much money do you have, Master?” Bea asked.
“Enough,” Nicholas replied. When Bea continued staring at him he sighed. “Enough that if I wanted to buy something in a shop I wouldn’t even look at the price tag.” He gestured at Morgana. “Take her sundress for example. Remember how you picked one out and then when we got to the counter I had them replace it with a different version from the storage area, Morgana?"
Morgana blinked. “Yes, Master Nicholas?”
“I believe it cost about three hundred dollars.” Morgana’s eyes bugged out when he said that. “It’s made from better materials than most battle uniforms. And it has to be, in order to look like a nice sundress while being durable enough to stand up to battle.”
“I- I had no idea,” Morgana stammered.
“Why would you? Did I tell you to find something cheap back then?” Nicholas asked. “No. I told you to pick out whatever you wanted. Period.”
“But-“
“Trust me. All of my pokegirls have the best I can provide for them,” Nicholas said. “Even Elaine’s clothes. I had them replaced as soon as I could.” He chuckled. “Paid off, too. Normal clothing would have probably torn by now with her new assets. Instead I get to appreciate her new curves every time I look at her.”
“I’m glad, Master,” Elaine muttered.
“How about you, Bea?” Nicholas asked the Beldum. “There hadn’t been a chance yet to get you a new outfit. Do you want one? Something other than just the leotard swimsuit… thing?”
Bea tugged at her leotard. “Well…” She bit her lip. “Honestly, Master, I don’t know if I like it at all.”
“Then we should get you something-“
“Not the leotard. Clothes,” Bea interrupted.
Nicholas paused. “Oh.”
“I feel… constrained by them,” Bea slowly explained. “But at the same time, I should wear some. Right?”
“That’s completely up to you,” Nicholas replied. “The only laws humans have made about public nudity become guidelines when you apply them to a pokegirl. Sure, there are quite a few places that would prefer if all pokegirls wore something, but nothing is stopping you from pulling that off and walking around without any clothing at all.”
Bea tugged at her leotard a few more times before letting go. “I’ll think about it, Master.”
“It’s a long way to Mauville once we leave here,” Nicholas warned. “If you want to buy anything, you might want to think fast.”
Bea smiled. “Thank you for the warning, Master.”
Nicholas flashed a grin back. “Hey. It’s the least I can do.” He looked around the nearby buildings. “Hm. Come to think of it, where haven’t we been yet? Is there anything else to see in Slateport?” He snapped his fingers. “Ah! What was that building near the pokecenter? Maybe it’ll fill out the rest of the afternoon.”
The group headed back in that direction and soon enough the area in question came into view. In fact, as they got closer Nicholas could see a large crowd gathered along with rapid flashes of light that flickered across the front of the building.
“Finally some excitement!” Nicholas laughed, wading into the crowd so he could see what it was gathered around. Once he had his eyes widened until his expression matched those around him.
The flashing lights were the flashes of dozens of cameras all focused on two figures posing in front of the main doors. A green haired woman in a cropped, heavily bedazzled ballet costume that bared her midriff and nearly all the skin of her legs besides the scant few inches hidden beneath her frilly skirt, and a blue skinned woman with billowing white hair who at first glance appeared to be wrapped in a full length extraordinarily fluffy white fur coat. The green haired woman had accessories to match her companion as well, fluffy white sleeves covering her forearms, and the same aesthetic ringing her ankles above dainty blue low platform heels. Further tying the two together were their two matching blue diadems, each set with sparkling gems and standing out completely against their green and white hair.
“It always warms my heart to see all of my fans,” the green haired woman was saying, one hand held over her heart as she spoke, “but I must be going. Ali and I need to prepare for tonight’s Spectacular. I do hope to see you all there.”
“Lisia! Lisia!” One of the many photographers shoved forwards and trained his camera on the white-haired woman. “I can’t help but notice that you are in the same costume you wear to major events. Does this mean you are competing in tonight’s special Star! Spectacular?”
Lisia smiled at the photographer. “I suppose it doesn’t hurt to say. Yes, I am very interested in a few of the coordinators competing tonight. And there is no better way to determine their skill than by testing them myself!”
“Then that is why Ali is hiding her own outfit,” the man reasoned, his camera still locked on the silent white-haired woman. “Is it something new?”
Lisia laughed brightly. “Now, now. Why don’t you come tonight and see?”
“It’s always different when Ali is in action,” the man begged. “Please. Just a peek? A quick pose?”
Lisia glanced at Ali before inclining her head slightly. “I suppose we can give our adoring fans a sneak peek. Go ahead, Ali.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Ali turned to face the photographer, focusing on him as dozens of other cameras suddenly appeared from the crowd and began flashing in an even greater frenzy. Her ‘coat’ abruptly swept back, revealing it to be a pair of massive wings that quickly nestled back behind her as Ali, her body now revealed, took her pose. One hand on her waist, hips thrust to the side, shoulders pulled back, chest thrust forwards. Her free hand trailed across her body twice, drawing wispy lines of mist before pulling away as Ali flicked her hair back and finally went still.
The crowd had begun with gasps when Ali’s wings had first pulled back to reveal what she was wearing but now as she came to a halt the gasps turned to choppy exclamations and then excited cheers, each punctuated by at least a dozen camera flashes. Some of the staring eyes, however, had been stunned silent. Nicholas was one of them. The pokegirl in front of him almost appeared to be wearing nothing at all. And yet, she was not nude, nor was her stunning beauty caused by her apparent lack of clothing.
Ali’s body was wrapped in intricate patterns of lace that twisted and curved around her in hypnotizing patterns that never seemed to repeat. Her pose had thrust her massive breasts forwards and the lace twisted across them too, but on both the pattern shied away from where Ali’s nipples would have been. And yet the skin across her breasts was smooth. In fact every inch of exposed skin, highlighted by the light mist Ali had created, shimmered and stretched with her every move as naturally as could be. This was no bodysuit - she was nude. She had to be, and yet somehow her nudity had been turned into an afterthought, something to enhance the beauty of her whole body instead of drawing all attention to exposed genitalia. No visible nipples or pussy forced Nicholas’ eyes to follow the lace instead, running his gaze across everything instead of a few tantalizing spots.
It was the same for the crowd. And when, after not even a minute, Ali’s wings wrapped back around her to hide her body from view again, there was a simultaneous disappointed sigh from everyone.
“We will see you tonight!” Lisia called, curtsying before opening the door for Ali and following her inside.
“Did you see that?” “Was that a bodysuit?” “That’s the most nude Ali’s ever been.” “Do you think…?” The crowd buzzed with praise and speculation alike as it began to drift apart until only a few small groups were left standing outside the contest hall.
“…damn,” Nicholas finally managed to say. “I think we just ran across some kind of celebrity. Um, Kalmiya? What was the spectacular thing they were talking about?”
“One moment, Master.” A few seconds passed before Kalmiya spoke again. “A Contest Spectacular appears to be a type of competition between a class of tamer called ‘Coordinator’ and their harems. It does not seem to have much direct battling. Instead, pokegirls earn points by putting on a show for a panel of judges.” Another pause. “Intriguing. This coordinator tamer class appears only in a few of the World Leagues. Apparently they are limited to a harem of a single pokegirl, and…”
“Not really important if they don’t battle,” Nicholas interrupted. “It sounds like a part of the entertainment industry more than anything.”
“As I was about to say, Master,” Kalmiya continued in an annoyed voice, “while direct pokegirl battles are not common between coordinators, it appears to be because these contests include the tamer just as much as the pokegirl. And part of the contest is usually a sex battle where the coordinators are as fair a target as the pokegirls are.”
Nicholas blinked a few times. “Uhh…”
“That would explain why the vast majority of successful coordinators are female,” Kalmiya was musing. “An interesting system.”
“They don’t fight for real?” Morgana asked.
“Only in specific contests are there anything resembling true battles,” Kalmiya replied.
“That’s… great,” Nicholas managed. “You’ll have to find some videos for me- us, to watch tonight on the road.”
Morgana turned to him. “We can’t stay for this Star! Spectacular, Master?”
“I would love to,” Nicholas confessed, “but we shouldn’t. I don’t want to stay in Slateport overnight. I want to get us into the wilds and on our path forwards. Get some battle experience with some wild pokegirls. You know… tamer, stuff. Not coordinator stuff.”
Morgana turned back to the hall doors. “But…”
“We move.” Nicholas forced himself to take a few steps away from the building. “I’m sure this isn’t the only contest hall in Hoenn. Right, Kalmiya?”
“No, Master. There are at least half a dozen major halls across the region.”
“Then we’ll watch a show sometime.” Nicholas looked back to see Morgana still staring. “I promise, Morgana. We’ll watch one live at some point.”
Morgana finally turned away, her head drooping a bit as she did. “Well… okay, Master. I can wait.”
Nicholas waited for her to get a bit closer before pulling her under his arm and ruffling her hair. “It appeals to you, doesn’t it,” he said softly. “The idea of competing without battling.”
Morgana pushed herself deeper into his embrace. “Yes,” she barely whispered.
“I’m not a coordinator,” Nicholas replied just as quietly. “Here, we fight. But what I said before still stands. If that’s not what you want, if it gets to be too much, you can walk away at any time.”
Morgana nestled her face against his side. “Then I wouldn’t be with you,” came the muffled reply. “I want to be with my Master.”
“Even if I make you do things you’re uncomfortable doing?”
Morgana’s fingers twisted into his shirt. After a few seconds she nodded. “I won’t… give up,” she mumbled. “I promised.”
Nicholas bent down to kiss the top of her head. “I will always listen. All you have to do is say something.”
Elaine wasn’t paying any attention to the pair but Bea was. Her eyes calculated as she absorbed the interaction between the two, adding it to a mental repository that was small but growing by the day. This latest interaction joined a handful she had observed between Dahlia, Miyuki, and the pokegirls in their respective harems. Eventually she would understand the actions Nicholas expected from his Alphas. And then it was only a matter of time.
She would stand at his side.
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THA-THUNK, THA-THUNK.
Another pair of wheels clattered as they raced by overhead. The constant noise from the traffic on the cycling road above barely even drew Nicholas’ attention though. Not now. Not when the angrily buzzing electric sparks of a wild pokegirl were lighting up not ten feet in front of him.
Morgana was in the way, though. And the situation was hardly dire. Through the days, going almost onto a week that he and the harem had been traveling north all of them had finally seen their share of combat. Probably half a dozen wild pokegirls each, some fought alone, some with help. A new kind of tone had settled over the pokegirls. A different calm as he had settled back into being a tamer, and they had settled into being his harem.
The wild pokegirl, a snarling Electrike, arched her back and let out a howling scream to the sky. As she did the sparks that raced along her green and yellow skin began to glow a bit brighter, dance just a bit more violently. But while she charged herself up she was vulnerable.
Nicholas glanced at one of the many support beams holding the road up. “Morgana. Hit her with your psychic power, force her back against one of those beams to ground her electricity!”
Morgana let out a loud huff and threw one hand forwards. Nothing happened for a moment, but a heartbeat more and the howling Electrike was thrown off balance. Her howl cut off as she staggered, trying to get her feet back underneath her and with every flailing step she picked up speed towards the beam.
With a yelp she crashed into the steel. Instantly the sparks across her body fizzled out as they conducted through the metal and into the ground, leaving the Electrike dazed and confused from the sudden drain. And for the first time since they had started this journey, Nicholas didn’t need to give a command for Morgana’s next move. She made it on her own. Her hand still outstretched, psychic power began to build along her horns before streaming forwards in a pulsating beam that battered the reeling Electrike until the canine pokegirl’s knees gave out and she collapsed, unconscious, on the ground.
“That. Was. EXCELLENT!” Nicholas cried, turning excitedly to where Morgana was standing. “I’ve never seen you manifest that much power, Morgana!”
“That made you happy.” Morgana was staring at her outstretched hand and her whisper didn’t make it to Nicholas’ ears. Then with a gasp her head flung back.
The first step in Morgana’s evolution was one Nicholas had never seen before. Her clothes vanished. Completely, not torn apart by her expanding body, but instead simply vanishing and leaving her standing nude. He didn’t have any time to wonder where they had gone however because when the evolutionary glow began to cover Morgana a deafening blast of power shook everything around them. Nicholas was wincing and checking his ears when he realized that they were completely unharmed. He had heard the cycling road above them rattling on its bolts as clear as day, and he still heard the normal activity of the world around him. Somehow a wave of energy that had shaken tons of steel had caused him no harm even though he was mere feet away from the source.
Morgana’s growth was similarly explosive. One moment she was a tiny Ralts, and the next she’d gained an entire foot and stood even with him. Unfortunately she did not seem to fill in to her new height. Limbs were too long, her body too petite, though one aspect did seem to change properly. The horns on her head lengthened and settled, pushing her hair out of her face so that her eyes were fully exposed. But beyond that, as the glow faded, what was left was a gangly, awkward looking pokegirl with all the wrong proportions.
Morgana slowly brought her hand back in and raised it to brush a few stray bangs away from her eyes. When she turned they questioned him. “Master…?”
“You’ve evolved, Morgana,” Nicholas replied. “Just like Elaine did.”
Morgana started to take a step towards him but cried out, her toe catching against the ground sending her to the ground in a mess of tangled limbs. Nicholas quickly moved to help her straighten out and got as far as sitting her upright when he noticed Morgana’s eyes locked with his.
Her mouth was moving slightly when he noticed her gaze and when he pulled back with a raised eyebrow Morgana blinked and cleared her throat. “Er- ah- I-“ she cleared her throat again as a dark blush suffused her cheeks. “I did this, didn’t I.”
“Did what?”
“I… felt it start, and got worried that I might… destroy the clothes you bought me,” Morgana explained nervously. “So I… they’re gone.” Her blush was burning across her face now. “I did this.”
“Yes, you’re naked,” Nicholas replied, sitting back a bit. “You’re also a lot taller now which seems to be causing you some issue walking. But your breasts didn’t grow. Or ass. Or hair, actually,” he continued, glancing at her still short blue hair. “Overall not much has changed about you.”
“…because I was afraid,” Morgana barely whispered. “I was afraid. If I changed, then… the me, I don’t want to be, I could have become her.”
Nicholas stared. Was she saying…? “You- you controlled how your body changed when you evolved?”
Morgana shivered. “I think so.”
“I’ve never heard of a pokegirl doing that,” Nicholas replied. “Evolution has always been this uncontrollable event. Determined by a pokegirl’s genetics, not their own desires.”
“I don’t know,” Morgana whispered. “All I know is I was afraid.”
“Morgana.” Nicholas reached out to clasp her shoulders. “You never have to be afraid. No matter what you look like, you’ll still be my Morgana.”
Morgana relaxed. A sigh of relief came out as she deflated and a few moments later her face broke into a beaming smile. Nicholas was astonished to see her leap to her feet, all trace of her previous awkwardness gone, and he felt a spurt of joy when he saw her stretch her arms to the sky with a giggle. As he began to smile Morgana’s grew even wider and her giggle turned into a laugh, which made Nicholas begin to laugh, which only seemed to fuel Morgana further until she let out a scream of joy and leapt through the air, landing daintily on one foot. Her joyous celebration didn’t end there and she twirled, the lanky limbs that had at first seemed too awkward for her twisting elegantly through the air at an incredible pace. She danced as if it was all she could do before finally twirling to a halt and reaching out, half curtsying, half bowing, to drag Nicholas, laughing, into her embrace.
And somehow as she did the lankiness vanished, and the Kirlia that finally let go of Nicholas and stepped back no longer had limbs that were too long, or a body that was too small, but rather appeared perfectly and beautifully as she should.
“I just-“ Morgana hadn’t lost her smile and she sniffled. “I feel you so much more closely now, Master. I feel so- so HAPPY!” With a barely restrained scream she leapt straight up again, clasping her hands together when Nicholas started laughing at her instead of with her. “Ah, I, please don’t laugh, Master.”
“Can’t help it,” Nicholas replied. “You look like a completely different pokegirl from a moment ago. There was no reason for you to fear your evolution, Morgana. You’re no less beautiful than before.”
Morgana whimpered but resisted the urge to jump on him again. “Thank you Master.”
“We’re only a few hours from Mauville,” Nicholas said. “Think you can wait for us to arrive before giving in to those evolution urges?”
Morgana swallowed. Now that he had said something it was all she could think about. The overwhelming joy she felt she wanted to return to her tamer, her Master-
Nicholas triggered her recall when he saw the look in her eyes change. “Guess not.” He chuckled and shuffled to Bea’s ball to release the Beldum. “Hey Bea! Morgana just went and evolved so I’m bringing you back out to keep us moving.”
Bea bowed slightly and led the way out from underneath the bike path and onto the open road where the pair soon found themselves stepping past various parks and other fenced areas on the way towards a grand, sparkling metropolis that was so dense you couldn’t see the sky through the skyscrapers.
“So this is Mauville City, Master?” Bea asked as the road entered a long tunnel under the city. “It’s like Rustboro, but it feels different, too.”
“Your region is a strange place,” Nicholas replied. “Rustboro is a massive open city, then we saw essentially a handful of houses in Dewford, Slateport was massive again, and now here. And apparently the farther north you get, the less and less populated the region.” Nicholas gestured at the ceiling in the general direction of north. “Mauville, though, it’s supposedly the most advanced city in Hoenn.”
Bea scoffed. “More than the work done at Devon?”
“I said city, not company,” Nicholas replied. “I mean, look around. We’re not underground here – we’re inside a building. The whole city is basically one enormous structure. Everything connected.” He paused to look at a map and after a minute pointed in a new direction. “Here, let’s go this way. The map says it’ll take us to an open park that will let me point out what I mean.”
Bea had a thoughtful expression. “I don’t think you need to, Master. I understand. Perhaps that’s why I feel like it’s different here.”
“Well… let’s head for this park anyways,” Nicholas said. “There’s a pokecenter there. Somewhere we can take a breath and plan our next move.”
“Perhaps tame Morgana, yes?”
Nicholas frowned slightly and glanced at Bea. “Is that an issue?”
Bea gazed back at him. “Why would it be, Master?”
“You just sounded…” Nicholas shook his head. “Never mind. Sorry, Bea. For some reason with your tone my first thought was that you were jealous of her.”
“Of course I’d rather be the one in her place,” Bea replied with the same, quiet, matter-of-fact tone. “Why wouldn’t I? But all of the urges I feel I know she feels. Now, after her evolution, she needs her Master more than I do, and that’s fine.” She glanced away. “Elaine was your first, and her your second. I was your third, and I know that when it is my turn you will give me what I need, too.”
Nicholas couldn’t help but stare. He’d noticed how the harem, Bea and Morgana especially, had been changing during their journey from Slateport, but this was more than he’d expected. Bea sounded… mature. Completely unlike the Beldum he had been tricked into bringing along with him.
“You’ve changed, Bea,” he said. “The old you would have been pouting right now.”
“Changed in a good way, Master?” Bea asked without turning to him.
“Changed,” Nicholas replied, “and in your own way. I’m not going to tell you whether who you are is good or bad.”
Bea smiled to herself. If he had been unhappy with the way she was acting, he would say so. She’d learned that much.
And of course he liked the way she was acting. It was how his Alphas did.
It wasn’t long before the two were emerging into a massive interconnected space. Most of the interior was carpeted in grass, with benches and tables dotted across the lawn, and a more complete ring of trees and other plants separated the park from the storefronts that complete encircled it. One of which glowing red with all of the signs and logos of a pokecenter.
“Right there,” Nicholas called, pointing at the pokecenter and starting to cut across the grass when he heard a familiar voice.
“Please, Uncle! I want to challenge the gym right away!”
Nicholas came to a halt and looked over. A teenager was sitting next to a Ralts on one side of one of the tables across from an older man with a bemused smile on his face. Had he imagined it? The age and pokegirl would be right, but the teen he was looking at was energetic, sitting up and gesturing wildly…
“Wally, even traveling to Mauville is pushing yourself,” the man replied, and Nicholas began walking over. “I know you’ve been feeling much better ever since arriving in Verdanturf, but I think this is just too much.”
“It’s not!” Wally leaned forwards and for a moment his body language changed, a twinge running through him before he found a less demanding pose. “Ah. It- It’s not, I promise. I can do this. We can do this,” he finished, turning to look at his Ralts.
“Wally.” His uncle leaned forwards with a gentle smile and clasped Wally’s hands between his own. “It’s okay. Let’s head home.”
“No!” Wally pulled his hands free and shot upright. As he did his foot twisted and with a gasp he began to fall, one hand searching for something to catch himself on, the other scrabbling at the table and finding nothing to grab on to…
With a grunt Nicholas caught Wally’s shoulder and held him steady as the boy got his feet back underneath him. “Don’t you think you should listen to your uncle?”
“Who-?” Wally started before turning to see Nicholas smiling at him. “W-Wait, you’re the- from… Nicholas?”
Nicholas laughed and eased Wally back into his seat. “Good to see you again, Wally.” He nodded at the other man, already mostly out of his seat in a futile attempt at reaching the falling boy. “Afternoon, sir. Nicholas Topolski. I helped Wally find his pokegirl in Petalburg.”
“…You are?” the man said slowly. “Uh, wow. Wally has said nothing but great things about you.” He blinked a few times before cracking a grin. “And now you’ve helped my nephew once again. I suppose this is the part where I thank you.”
Nicholas laughed again before stepping back. “Just happened to be in the right place at the right time a few times. I heard Wally’s voice and had to come over and say hi.” Nicholas grinned at Wally. “You look much better.”
Wally perked up. “I am better! See, Uncle, I-“
“But you’re still weak,” Nicholas interjected before Wally could build up steam. “Your uncle is just trying to look out for you, Wally. Let him take care of you.”
“Excuse me, sir?” Nicholas looked over to see the Ralts looking at him. Unlike Morgana’s dresses she was clothed in a tight t-shirt and some thin leggings. “You are the human my Master says brought me to him?”
Nicholas nodded. “In a manner of speaking I did, yes.”
“Then…” the Ralts’ eyes were scarily intelligent. Unlike Morgana, they didn’t hold the inherent sexuality of a pokegirl. They were the other side of the coin – the eyes of a deadly predator. “My sister… Is she…?”
“Oh!” Wally’s head twisted from the Ralts to Nicholas and back again. “I, I’m sorry, Gwen, I didn’t even think to ask. I…” He scratched his neck with an awkward grin. “I, uh, got carried away.”
Gwen smiled at Wally and shook her head slightly. “I can not blame you, Master. This meeting holds great excitement for you.”
“For him, ‘as well’?” Nicholas prompted.
Gwen maintained her soft smile as she returned her gaze to Nicholas. “It holds great excitement for me ‘as well’, sir. My Master’s excitement is, of course, what I should focus on first.”
Nicholas gave her a small smile of his own and a slight nod that Gwen, after a moment, returned. “Spoken like a true pokegirl. Would you like to see your sister while I’m here?”
Even that question didn’t break Gwen’s composure. Nicholas was sure that if Wally ever expanded his harem the new arrivals would find it already had a dominant Alpha. “I would like that very much, sir, but only if it is acceptable to my Master.”
Wally snorted. “Acceptable? You’re always like this, Gwen. Of course I’d love if you could see your sister again. I’ve always told you that once I was better I was going to try and visit.”
“Then let me release her.” Nicholas paused with his hand on Morgana’s pokeball. “Oh. Just a warning, but she evolved just outside the city; she’s probably still a bit excited because of that.”
When Nicholas released Morgana there was a moment where the Kirlia was still. And then she had found him and her tongue was pushing past his lips, her leg pushing up over his thigh, blind to their surroundings or possibly simply uncaring as she ground her nude body against him.
And then just as it had started she froze. Slowly Morgana released the kiss, barely turning her head until she saw the three figures sitting nearby. And specifically the one that was staring at her not in shock or interest, but with wide, watering eyes. “S-Sister?”
Nicholas could feel her lust draining away when she pulled away from him, her movements becoming hesitant but clearly controlled as she focused on her watching sister. Gwen barely nodded herself. “Is that… what I put you through?”
“I-“ Morgana stammered. “I’m so sorry, I…”
Gwen smoothly rose from the table and stepped away from Wally’s side to approach Morgana. The stark difference in size between the Ralts and Kirlia was obvious even before she got close. Gwen was looking up the entire time she approached and though Morgana’s body was as slim as hers, she appeared enormous next to her sister. “You have realized as well, then.” She reached up to cup Morgana’s cheek. “I’m so sorry. You needed me, and I…”
Morgana took hold of Gwen’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “You realized from the beginning,” she cried. “It took me… some time.”
Gwen cracked a smile at that before sighing and pulling herself free. “It’s so good to see you again.”
“Yes.”
“So… Yours evolved?” Wally asked.
“Her name is Morgana, Master,” Gwen said without turning away from Morgana. “It is filled with as much meaning as my own.”
Nicholas cocked an eyebrow but Wally didn’t elaborate on her statement. “Sorry. So Morgana evolved, Nicholas?” he asked.
“She did.” Nicholas took the open seat and nodded over at the twins. “I’m sure they’ll go back to looking identical once Gwen evolves as well.”
“It’ll be soon. I know it,” Wally stated with conviction. “We’ve grown so much stronger together, Gwen and I.”
“Not as strong as a world-class tamer can have trained his pokegirl,” Wally’s uncle replied seriously. “Yes; you are stronger, Wally. You and Gwen both. But you are not ready. Not yet.”
Wally’s hands clenched into fists. “I am. I have to be.” His head snapped up with wide eyes. “Nicholas!”
Nicholas blinked. “Wally?”
“Fight us!” Wally shot to his feet again and this time he maintained his balance. “Fight Gwen and I. I’ll show my uncle- I’ll show both of you that I’m strong enough! Just as strong as you!”
“Wally…” Nicholas was starting to decline when he felt a hand on his arm.
“He won’t be satisfied until he does something,” Wally’s uncle explained quietly. “Can you do this for him? He needs to rest.”
Nicholas stared back, uncomprehending for a few moments, before he realized what the man was asking. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure that you’ve saved my nephew’s life in more ways than one,” the man replied. “He’s never been this… healthy, this energetic. He doesn’t know how to use his energy properly.”
Nicholas nodded. “He needs to let it out somehow, and right now…”
Wally’s uncle nodded.
“Then I’ll help.” Nicholas stood and looked over at where Morgana still stood with Gwen. “Morgana!” He waved her over. “I need you for a moment, please.”
Morgana broke away from Gwen and followed him an extra few steps away from the table. “Master?”
Nicholas let out a sigh. “I need to ask you to do something… hard.”
Morgana blinked. “Whatever you need I’ll do my best, Master.”
Nicholas chuckled. “Yeah. Wally, Gwen’s tamer – your sister’s tamer – wants to challenge the gym here or, failing that, challenge me.”
Morgana nodded. “I heard, Master.”
“He thinks he’s as strong as I am. And that Gwen is as strong as you are.”
Morgana’s eyes widened. “Master…”
“I’m going to accept his challenge.” Nicholas reached out to hold her as Morgana’s widening eyes filled with panic. “Yes. I… I need you to fight your sister.”
Morgana screwed her eyes shut. “No!”
“Morgana if you aren’t the one to beat Gwen then Wally won’t accept that he might be wrong,” Nicholas said. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t want to. Especially right now. It’s the first time you’ve seen each other in weeks. Months.” He pulled her closer so that he could rest his forehead against hers. “This is what it means to have a different tamer. This is why, back when we first met, I apologized. It wasn’t just because you might not see each other for a while. It was because when you were separated you became potential enemies.”
Morgana hiccupped and opened her eyes. “I… I know, Master,” she sobbed. “She told me. I just didn’t want it to be so soon.”
Nicholas stared back in surprise. “Gwen?”
Morgana’s fingers twisted between his and held him in place as she kissed him. Long, long and deep as she held Nicholas against her, not smothering him with the kiss but still conveying her grief and also acceptance as she pushed further up against him. Finally, she broke away. “We speak without words,” she explained quietly, her tears clogging her throat but no longer beading in her eyes. “She’s always understood… things, before I did. And on that first night. When you were taking me to her, she already understood. I was searching for her, and she had already accepted her new life.”
Nicholas winced. “Morgana-“
“You are my new life,” Morgana whispered. “She is my sister, and I will love her forever. But you, Master, I love more.” She sniffled. “And so when you ask me to do this… I only have one answer.”
Nicholas squeezed her hands again. “Are you sure?”
Morgana let out a coughing laugh. “I must be.”
Nicholas kissed her gently before stepping away. “Then let’s do this.”
“Please.” Morgana hadn’t moved from where she stood. “Let me do it my way, Master. Let me… Let me say goodbye.”
Nicholas barely nodded and moved back to the table, leaving Morgana to compose herself before beginning to walk towards the more open part of the park. “Wally!” Nicholas nodded. “Let’s do this. But I warn you, Morgana won’t hold back.”
“Gwen can take her,” Wally retorted. “Come on, Gwen! Let’s show everyone how strong we’ve become!”
Gwen was lost, staring at Morgana as the Kirlia came to a halt. Alone on the grass. “I… am ready, Master.”
“Okay!” Wally pointed at Morgana. “We can’t hold back. You can do it, Gwen! Blast her!”
When the order came all trace of hesitation vanished from Gwen’s body. Her expression, her posture, her words. All that she replied with was a single word. “Understood.”
Morgana reeled back when Gwen blasted her with a beam of energy. But it didn’t last. Within seconds Morgana was back in her original posture and seemingly untouched by Gwen’s opening attack. Seeing her still standing Wally blustered a bit before giving a new order. “Okay, try getting in close! Use your draining attack!”
I’m sorry, sister, Morgana thought as Gwen yelled and began charging forwards. I don’t want to do this.
Gwen’s narrowed eyes were on hers and even though the two were keeping their thoughts to themselves, their bond was so deep that they held a conversation anyways. It is what we must do, sister. Do not hold back. For a moment, Gwen’s lips turned up into a smirk. Try not to make it too much of a show.
And then the two were on top of each other. Gwen’s horn crackled as she focused her energy in preparation to assault Morgana and Morgana, even now, barely moved in response. It was one final thought that ran through her mind as Gwen lunged forwards, lips parted slightly in preparation. I only want to give you a proper goodbye.
Gwen’s lips wrapped around Morgana’s mouth and the pair went still. Energy surged between the two pokegirls, Gwen trying to drain Morgana, Morgana resisting. Until her arms wrapped around Gwen and locked her in place with no hope of escape. And Morgana kissed back.
It was not a battle. It was not a show. From the outside it wasn’t much at all, simply two pokegirls kissing. If not for the intent behind the action it might have been something to find on a porn site. But very quickly Gwen began to struggle, Morgana’s grip tightened, and within seconds Gwen went limp. Morgana broke the kiss after a second more, gazing at the barely conscious Ralts with sadness in her eyes before bending her head down again. This time, the kiss was tender. Morgana remained entwined with her sister for almost a minute before relaxing her arms and letting Gwen slide to the ground. Her eyes were fixed on nothing but her face was calm, a reflection of the bliss Morgana had left her with in the last moments before she drained the last of her energy.
Wally stood in total shock. Morgana looked over at Nicholas and he saw the residual pain her eyes, recalling her before gently nudging Wally. “Your pokegirl is unconscious.”
It took a few moments but Wally broke himself out of his stupor and recalled Gwen. “Uncle?”
Wally’s uncle cleared his throat. “Yes, Wally?”
“…I’m ready to head back home, now.” Wally’s eyes were locked on the pokeball in his hand and after a while he let out a trembling breath and turned to look at Nicholas. “Nicholas… Thank you. I have a limit, and so does Gwen. Right?”
Nicholas smiled. “That’s right.”
“I understand now.” Wally’s fingers curled around Gwen’s pokeball. “I’m going to get stronger. I’m going to help Gwen get stronger. And together we’re going to raise our limits.” He held his head high. “I want to battle you again someday. Even though being a tamer isn’t just about battling, I still want to have another with you. When Gwen and I no longer have a limit.”
Nicholas nodded. “If you’ve learned that already then I look forward to battling you again, Wally. I promise, we’ll have one when you’re ready.”
Wally grinned. “It’s a promise.”
Nicholas watched Wally and his uncle head off down a nearby street until the pair had vanished, and only then did he let out his breath and glance at Bea. “Come on. Morgana needs that time with me even more now.”
With a quick bow Bea followed him to the pokecenter.
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POKEDEX UPDATED
Tamer:Nicholas Topolski
Badges:
Knuckle Badge
Harem:
Elaine, Combusken – Level 21
Morgana, Kirlia – Level 20
Bea, Beldum – Level 18
Non-Com Harem:
Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 5