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Chapter 11
Spirit
“Slowly now. That’s it.”
Nicholas cracked his eyes open. For a moment he felt the compulsion to close them again but he defied it, letting his pupils adjust. It was just natural light that assaulted him now. He could handle that.
The female elder waited until Nicholas’ eyes had fully opened. “Well?”
Nicholas looked around. “Everything is… hazy. But my vision isn’t flickering.”
“And why is that?”
“Because aura sight is not sight,” Nicholas breathed. “I do not perceive aura with my eyes. My eyes were just the only thing I had been taught could see.”
“Aura is.”
“Aura is,” Nicholas agreed. “My perception of it is… what is it people say? A sixth sense?”
“Beyond normal human perception, yes,” the woman chuckled. “You learn quickly. It is no wonder my granddaughter is so interested in you.”
Nicholas had been in the Celestica village for about a week. During this time he had been slowly coached by various people, including the three elders who had voted to help him. The female one, he had learned, was Cynthia’s grandmother. The head of the entire clan.
It was not just his vision that had been granted to him. He had also discovered the power that had first burst forth all those years ago, and what had overtaken him he now realized during that first fight with Zisela. A second instance of his aura he had not properly recognized.
…Zisela. His harem had been allowed free access to the town and Zisela in particular was… enjoying it. There were other dragons here, Gible, Gabite, Garchomp, all living alongside the ‘first human’ clan. Part of him worried she would not be coming with him when he left.
“Thank you,” Nicholas said. “For everything you have done for me. For so long now I have felt… alone. Lost. When I finally understood, truly and not simply fooling myself, I was overwhelmed. You’ve helped me return to peace.”
Cynthia’s grandmother beamed at him. “As my fellow said, Nicholas, your soul roars as loudly as any of ours. You are a truly rare human. Cloaked in a dragon’s borrowed power, yet hiding a rival power inside you. Even we are guilty of only seeing what was on the surface.”
Nicholas frowned. “Right, he said that. What do you mean by that?”
“We, the Celestica, are intertwined with the pure soul of creation,” the elder explained. “We are as pure as humans can be, and our souls – our aura – matches our lineage. We are the closest humanity will ever get to the dragons. You, on the other hand, are just a Draconid – directly touched by the emerald one, perhaps, but only touched. I am saying despite that your soul, your aura, is as pure as ours.” Her eyes grew distant. “Perhaps you are not unlike the one who first earned Her favor, those millennia ago. It would make sense for Her to have been drawn to one such as you.”
Nicholas stared at her. “You’re saying my… aura… isn’t powerful because of my lineage?”
“I am saying it is powerful despite it,” the elder replied. “The Draconid line has long been diluted. Weakened. All they have ever been known to us as is a clan of humans boasting of undeserved power.” She scrutinized him. “You told us you, too, were like that. Now you are not. The power that cloaks you – deserved or otherwise, it is just a part of what you wield. What lies within is just as strong.”
“Just as strong.” Nicholas gazed at his hands. “Maybe, but I can’t control it yet. Not like I can control the rest.”
“Of course not. You have only just awakened.” Cynthia’s grandmother rose with a smile. “You will learn. It will take time, but you will. Now that you have stabilized I wish to show you something. Will you meet me after lunch?”
Nicholas blinked. After a moment he lowered his hands and nodded. “Of course.”
“Excellent. Until then.”
Nicholas watched her exit. “Until then,” he whispered.
Silence returned to the room. None of his pokegirls were in the house with him. They were scattered around the village, each with their own agendas. Zisela obviously was reveling in being here amidst the Celestica. Sohn had visited him during his time coming to grips with what he had awakened, but only to ask him questions. She sought this too, had ever since they’d met Riley. Power. He… felt sad, knowing the Monferno would never find it. She was growing strong in her own right. But this was a strength not meant for her. He wasn’t even sure why it had been meant for him.
Miru, of course, was undoubtedly weaseling her way into conversations she didn’t belong. The Celestica presented an opportunity for her to gather more information on the truths of Sinnoh’s myths. Though, he thought, a smile flickering on his lips, she likely was finding her act a lot less convincing to these people. Not when all of them could sense the ‘raging flame’ hiding behind her ditzy mask.
Those three, he understood why they were not here. But Sammy, Cathy, they were out there too. Kalmiya he could call at any time - the Porygon could be in his pokedex, or could be a continent away if she chose. He didn’t think anything of her silence. It was the others that occupied his mind.
After a moment of deliberation, he looked. Not with his eyes, but into his new awareness. There were dozens of aura sources here but he was only interested in two.
After a few minutes he wilted. He couldn’t identify them. They could have been the one passing just outside and he wouldn’t know. He couldn’t. He still had so much to learn.
Well, if his new senses couldn’t help him, he’d have to rely on the old ones. Nicholas exited the house he’d been boarded in and began looking about town. They wouldn’t be far, would they?
They weren’t. He found the two together in the shade only a few houses away.
Cathy grunted when he appeared. “Well look who it finally is.”
Sammy turned, brightening when she saw the approaching man. “Master!”
Air whooshed out of Nicholas when the Rotom threw herself at him and he fended her off until he could catch his breath. “Oof! Hi, Sammy, hello. And hello Cathy. I hope you’re both doing well.”
Sammy giggled as she wormed her way closer to him. “Yes Master. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“What have you and Cathy been up to then, eh?” Nicholas asked. He couldn’t stop the Rotom from pressing against him, not when she could just deform her body to pass his defending hands, so he wasn’t really trying. Pretty soon he was half covered by her ectoplasm as she hugged him in her own way. “Sohn visited me a bit, Kalmiya was around, and I have an idea where the other two are. But you two?”
Cathy grunted again. “I protected.”
“Cathy said she’d watch me!” Sammy exclaimed. “She’s really really nice Master, believe me! She just pretends to be grumpy all the time!”
The Miltank’s hooded eyes glared at Sammy. “I am grumpy, Sammy, because the man you’re draped over has hardly honored the terms of my contract.”
Nicholas gently peeled Sammy away. “I know and I’m sorry. That’s all I can say. I stopped thinking of you first and thought of myself.”
“You gave your word. A vocal contract, maybe, but a binding one,” Cathy replied curtly. “You promised to take care of my physical needs. Food and shelter I have had provided by our hosts. But the other needs? You have made no effort to provide.”
“Look at what I’ve practiced-“ Sammy butt in, trying to change the subject, but Nicholas ignored her and stepped past the anxious Rotom to approach where Cathy sat leaning against a building.
“You have every right to demand recompense from me,” Nicholas said softly, “including that I honor your original demands. What do you ask?”
Cathy eyed him. After a minute she snorted. “While you were distracted you kept me within a pokeball. While I am not happy with the amount of time I was forced to remain there, it was not unpleasant. Kept in limbo like that my breasts did not fill. They did not hurt. I am not seeking anything for that time.” Nicholas began to relax when Cathy’s eyes blazed. “HOWEVER! Because of it when I was finally released I felt no need to relieve myself. And you, the tamer supposed to assist me, was nowhere to be found.” With some difficulty she got to her feet and Nicholas’ breath caught when he saw the amount of flesh hanging from her chest. Cathy was visibly wincing in pain as she finally stood mostly straight, her massively engorged breasts stretching to her thighs. “I want… I want you to take responsibility and fulfill your end of our contract.”
Nicholas immediately moved to provide support. However the moment he touched her swollen breasts Cathy hissed in pain and roared, the noise turning to a gurgling sob as she tried to swipe at him and the motion jostled her chest. It was all Nicholas could do to catch the Miltank when her knees buckled, her breath coming ragged now that every movement sent pain through her body. “Hey! Cathy, stop for a moment. Rest. There’s a good girl.” He held her steady until Cathy’s trembling legs had firmed. “Where are your pumps-?”
Cathy snarled. “I can’t. Even. Get them on,” she said through gritted teeth. “I… you are supposed to help me. Help me!”
Nicholas knew it was not the time to be philosophical with the suffering Miltank so he focused completely on helping her. “Okay. Sit back down. Relieve the weight. I’ll milk you.”
Despite it all Cathy’s eyes flashed. “I am not a cow to be milked! I am- I am a bull, protector, warrior-!”
Her words were cut off when Nicholas slapped a hand over her mouth and he glared at her while Cathy sputtered angrily. Then he blinked. Cathy’s volatile attitude - they were out in the open. She was maintaining her act. “Can you walk?”
He swiftly removed his fingers to let her speak before Cathy’s suddenly bared teeth could bite him and she panted, taking a moment before responding. “Of course.”
“Our house isn’t far.”
It was slow going, getting Cathy back with Sammy fretfully orbiting them, but they made it eventually. Nicholas barely glanced at the devices Sammy thrust at him, choosing instead to guide Cathy to the floor and giving orders. “Sammy, lock the door, please. And pull all the shades down.” He grabbed pillows, blankets, using whatever he could to keep Cathy comfortable and wedging most of them under her stomach as he laid her out, face-down. Cathy was still making pained noises with her breasts pressed against the ground but it was better than having them hang. The rest of her was propped up and the weight was being taken by the floor. When Nicholas saw Sammy coming back from her tasks he took the hand pumps from her before giving one last command. “Thank you. Now you have to leave us alone.”
Sammy hesitated. “But, Master…”
Nicholas got to his feet and tugged Sammy away so Cathy couldn’t hear them. “Cathy is an incredibly proud pokegirl,” he murmured to her. “She needs to be milked, because her body produces it - she is a Miltank. But as you have seen she rejects what she is and chooses instead to call herself something else.” He glanced back for a moment at the labored figure lying on the floor. “Somewhat of a familiar story, I think. A pokegirl of mine hating herself.”
A light blush tinged Sammy’s cheeks. “I understand. But why do I have to leave, Master? I can help.”
“Like I said, Cathy is proud,” Nicholas explained. “You saw her fight me outside. She’s only calming down now that we’re here and nobody can see her. I think she’ll be most willing to listen to me if I’m the only one who witnesses her shame.”
Sammy gnawed her lip. Eventually she nodded. “Okay, Master. You have a plan.”
Nicholas smiled at her. “I do. Would you go find the others? Let them know I’ve recovered. Don’t bring them straight back, though. Just spread the news.”
He’d raised his voice again to say the last bit and Sammy bobbed her head. “Of course, Master.” With a cheeky wink and a smile she diffused, turning to electricity that pushed through the gap under the door and was gone.
Nicholas waited a moment before turning to Cathy. The Miltank had gone silent and was watching him with her fierce bronze eyes. “What were you two whispering about?”
Nicholas squatted in front of her to inspect her breasts. “Only what you heard.” He continued as Cathy’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Enough about her. She’s gone. There’s nobody to see us here. I think we should have a little talk.”
Cathy growled. “Talk? Talking won’t help me.”
“On the contrary I think talking is one of the best things I can do to help you,” Nicholas replied, “but I agree these swollen breasts of yours are a problem as well. No matter how gentle I am it’s going to hurt.”
Cathy slowly braced, her eyes sliding shut. “Do it.”
Nicholas rested his hands on the floor to steady them and slowly, agonizingly slowly brought his fingers towards Cathy’s nipples. The instant he felt her he stopped, holding steady as he gauged the Miltank’s reaction. When she didn’t flinch he brought another finger down, then another, so he was positioned curled around the nipple. Once he was ready he pressed his fingers in.
His touch was so light he wasn’t sure if he’d even squeezed Cathy but the sharp intake of breath from the Miltank, followed by a pitiful moan, told him he had. He finished the motion, frowning as he finished. Nothing had come out.
He’d only just squeezed the skin then. He could try again but that would be more pain for Cathy. Suction was a better idea than trying to tease the milk out, but he could see that Cathy’s swollen breasts wouldn’t easily fit her hand pumps, just as she’d said. He’d have to press them into her skin and he didn’t want to imagine the howls she’d make if he did that.
He smiled. There was only one good way to do this then. “A shame. I’d been hoping to use my mouth for other things.”
Cathy looked quizzically at him before her eyes widened when she saw him spread out on the ground. A few seconds later his tongue caressed her breast.
Just as he had with his fingers Nicholas applied the absolute minimum amount of pressure with his tongue as he moistened Cathy’s nipple and areolae. He did the same to his lips. He’d need a perfect seal so that he could apply as little suction as possible to get her milk flowing.
For Cathy, the light pressure was painful, but it also brought another feeling. Some kind of pleasure. She wasn’t sure how else to describe it - for every twinge of pain Nicholas caused, it was countered by a warm throb. When he wrapped his lips around her nipple and began to suckle the minuscule trickle of milk sent a heady surge through her entire body. Any little pain from her breasts was forgotten as she moaned.
Nicholas waited until he had a good mouthful before disengaging and moving to the other breast, leaving the first to continue trickling onto the floor. Cathy’s milk tasted quite good, he realized as he swallowed. Much different from milk he’d drank before, even other Milktit milk. Maybe because it had always been processed in some way. This was direct from the source.
Cathy’s tail curled when he sucked gently on her other nipple. It didn’t hurt anymore. Even though Nicholas had only extracted maybe a half cup of milk from her the endorphins flowing through her body blanked out any pain her swollen breasts caused. When Nicholas pulled back from Cathy’s other breast, swallowing the mouthful he’d taken from it, he was surprised to hear a low noise emanating from the Miltank. A low rumbling… a purr? He blinked before beginning to chuckle. A moo.
Now that he’d started it her milk wouldn’t stop flowing. Nicholas left Cathy for just a moment, returning with armfuls of towels that he used to begin soaking up the spreading pool of milk. As he did he talked. “I’ve learned a lot about your breed. The differences between a Miltank and Tauros. Almost every Tauros doesn’t produce breast milk, at least not without a mate to feed. The few that do only produce if they’re actively milked and encouraged to. If left alone, they just get slightly larger breasts and then stop. But Miltank… Miltank never stop. They’ll slow down if not milked, but it will never stop. An unmilked Miltank will eventually die, her breasts stretched too far, either incapacitated by their size or dead from blood loss as the pressure ruptures her body.” He finished making a wall of sorts with the towels and sat down beside her. “Cathy… You are a Miltank. I am sorry, but you are. Unlike a Tauros you must take care of your breasts.”
“…I am a bull,” Cathy breathed out.
“Sure you are. You are a Miltank bull. I know you realize this, Cathy. I’m not just trying to flatter you when I say you’re an intelligent pokegirl. You understand what you are and you hate it, hate the body you were born in with every breath. But, Cathy, you’re hurting yourself! Look at you!” He rested a hand between her horns. “I will take responsibility, of course I will. I wasn’t there to give you this conversation a week ago and you got like this. I want to help you. Let me help you.” He paused. “But to do that, you have to accept the truth.”
Tears were glittering in Cathy’s closed eyes, not from any physical pain, but as she warred against herself. “I… I am not a cow… to be milked.”
“You are not a cow, but you are to be milked,” Nicholas replied firmly. “The little pumps you use to stave off the inevitable, all it takes is a slight lapse and you’ve seen what happens. They only drain what little their tanks can hold. It takes them hours to make any sort of progress - I’ve seen it, remember? When I took you shopping, bought you the shorts you’re wearing now. You were constantly fiddling with those things and all it did was stop you dripping. I’m positive your breasts were still full.”
Cathy sniffled. “That’s… that’s all because they’re all I need.”
Nicholas sighed. Cathy was starting to wince again, the endorphins from before beginning to wear off. “No. No, Cathy. You need much more than that. Let me help you.”
“Just fix this,” Cathy mumbled back.
Nicholas leaned back. Milk still flowed but he didn’t like that Cathy was starting to feel pain. Should he stimulate her breasts again? That probably wouldn’t work as well as it had the first time. Besides, he didn’t want to scare Cathy off the idea of letting him have his way. If he hurt her by fondling her breasts now there’d be no chance.
His eyes drifted to the Miltank’s ass, waving in the air from all the padding he’d placed under her stomach. Come to think of it he hadn’t tamed this pokegirl yet, had he? No, she hadn’t asked for it, and she hardly seemed to need it, but he’d never welcomed her to the harem. An idea started to form.
“Cathy?”
The Miltank cracked an eye open to look at him. “What.”
“I would like to clarify a few points of your contract.”
Cathy’s eye slid back closed. “What about it?”
“What exactly is our relationship?”
Cathy snorted, stopped from transitioning to full-blown laughter by her jiggling flesh. It hurt to laugh. “You are a tamer. I am your pokegirl.”
“After I bought out your contract you joined me as that and not an employee, yes?” Nicholas pressed.
Cathy cracked her eye open again irritably. “Yes? You said you weren’t interested in hiring me. You also painted a very fucking convincing picture of how I was your only hope of getting what I wanted.” Her eyes shut again but anger was written across her face. “What’s this about? Taunting me?”
Nicholas shook his head even though Cathy’s eyes were closed. “No. I just wanted to clarify how much of my responsibility you are. Completely, is what I’m understanding.”
“Yes. Completely,” Cathy growled. “And look what happened to me.”
“Completely means it is solely up to me to take care of you and so yes, this is all my fault,” Nicholas replied. “However it also means it is solely my responsibility and decision as to how to take care of you.” Cathy’s eyes snapped open, both of them. “This incident was my failing. I intend to never let it happen again, and as long as I do that, you don’t get to argue about how it’s done.”
“Now wait just a minute,” Cathy rumbled.
Nicholas swung around and squatted in front of her, shuffling the towels around as he did so the saturated ones were out of the way. “What, Cathy.” He stared at her. “Am I wrong? Go on, tell me how I’m wrong.”
Cathy stared back, her anger slowly melting away to surprise as she replayed his words, over and over and she realized she was trapped by her own terms.
When Nicholas saw her eyes refocus on him he stood. “Now that we understand each other I should probably take care of you.”
Cathy managed to twist enough to follow him as he walked off to another room. By now around two gallons of her milk had been absorbed by the towels and her breasts, while still painful, were nowhere near as bad as they had been. “What the hell does that mean?”
Nicholas appeared again after a few minutes and Cathy purpled. He was carrying a massive clay jug. “You know what it means.”
“Fuck you. Oh fuck you,” Cathy spat. “No. You are not-“ she started to rise before her face went white and she collapsed. Her breasts splashed when they thudded back into the pool of her milk. “YOU WON’T DO THIS TO ME!”
“Oh be quiet,” Nicholas replied haughtily. “You don’t even know half of what I’m doing, just the part that angers you. Well guess what Cathy? The part that angers you is what you need. What needs to be taken care of.” He left the jar a few feet away from her and wagged his finger as he returned to searching the house for the rest of what he needed. “Keep screaming and that’s all I’ll do too. I’ll punish you by milking you as if you were still on that farm.”
Cathy seethed but she settled down, watching Nicholas assemble a huge collection of items. She had no idea what he was going to do with half of it but she started to get an idea as Nicholas busily arranged a selection of tables together, using pads, cushions, and even a spare mattress to create a large flat surface. Once he’d secured it all together by covering the whole thing in sheets he draped a few over the sides and vanished underneath.
Despite herself Cathy was starting to get curious as she listened to Nicholas bumping around under the tables. She knew he’d covered it up specifically to get her thinking and he hadn’t emerged from the side near her since starting - only the opposite, grabbing things and vanishing again without a word. Somehow the end goal of this whole contraption was to milk her. She was smart enough to know that. But how he expected to get there, well, she had no clue, nor did she have any idea how it would be any different from the way he’d threatened her with.
It took Nicholas a solid half hour to construct whatever it was he was doing and finally he emerged, wiping sweat from his face. “Phew! I’ll have to get Kalmiya to find me someone who can make this properly, but this will do for now. Thanks for behaving, Cathy. How are you feeling? Still too full?”
Cathy tested standing and winced before she’d lifted her breasts off the ground. “I can walk.”
“Nah, hold that thought.” Nicholas vanished through another door; a minute later he’d reemerged. Shirtless, his body still glistening with sweat, and Cathy involuntarily swallowed when she saw him bend over on the other side of the table. He’d taken his pants off and changed into a pair of swim trunks. “If it still hurts we’ll fix that.”
Cathy watched warily as he circled behind her. “How?” Her question was answered when she felt his hand cup her ass; with a few swift motions he’d unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down to lay around her ankles. “You’re not going to-?”
Cathy’s words caught in her throat when something unbelievably thick and hard forced its way into her cunt. It wasn’t a dick. It couldn’t be - her vagina clenched around it and it gave nothing back. Even still the dildo triggered a response and Cathy gasped as her legs trembled.
Nicholas swirled the object he’d shoved into the Miltank as he waited for Cathy’s noises to move away from surprise. He himself was rock fucking hard after all the work he’d put in, and knowing what he was aiming to have happen next. But for now he needed to restrain himself. Cathy’s breasts were the priority, not his dick.
It didn’t take long for the intrusion to provide the desired result; Cathy’s breathing quickened, her breaths beginning to stutter and gasp. Once he was satisfied that she was riding a new high he pulled out the bottle of lotion he’d been using as a dildo and heaved it towards where the other supplies were. Cathy numbly followed his instructions as he got her to her feet, clamping a towel over her still dripping nipples and guiding her to the tables.
“Lie down now- come on, that’s it. On your stomach, right there.”
Cathy braced as Nicholas pulled her literally by the breasts into position. But strangely, as they pressed into a seam in the sheets, they passed straight through.
Cathy felt the towel fall away as she relaxed, a better idea of what was happening finally coming to her. He’d spent all that time, all that effort, to make her comfortable. She expected to feel pumps grabbing her dangling breasts any second now but, surprisingly, she… didn’t think she’d mind.
But the pumps never came. Instead Nicholas busied about. He adjusted Cathy’s head, nestling her face in a neck pillow so that she could lay completely face down without straining her neck. Every muscle in her could relax now and they did, with even Cathy’s tail slumping and falling to tickle her slit, still moist from the pleasuring Nicholas had used to help her get here. It was hidden a moment later as Nicholas threw out yet another sheet, sliding it up her body and drawing her tail into a more natural position in the process. Soon Cathy was fully covered to her neck, completely at ease, wondering what the human she could hear rummaging around was planning to do.
“Right. How are you feeling?” Nicholas smiled when all he heard in response was a muffled ‘Mmm’. “Good. The overloaded pressure in your breasts is still pushing milk out so as long as you’re comfortable I don’t see any reason not to let you lay there?” He nodded when Cathy let out a contented sigh. “Good, good. Be right back.”
Just lay here? Cathy melted into the soft cushions underneath her. That’s it? That’s all he wanted her to do? She could do that. She even could pretend what was happening underneath the table wasn’t. She wasn’t getting milked. She was just resting, and everything was going to work out.
Nicholas cautiously stopped the microwave before it could beep. He’d seen Cathy’s body relaxing as he’d quietly walked away and he didn’t want to startle the Miltank now. He never really had planned to follow through with his threats - he was aiming to ‘win’ this little engagement with the Miltank. Just like he had with so many other pokegirls that meant demonstrating how, if they allowed him to, he would care for them. He guessed that Cathy saw milking as being some horrible thing because she’d only ever been on farms, businesses where her unique body and temperament were not welcome. She’d come to see them as punishment. He wanted to show her they weren’t that at all.
Cathy was beginning to doze when she felt the blanket pull down to her ass. Before she could mumble a question a pleasing warmth draped over her and she shivered, the question devolving into a breathy sigh. Nicholas draped another warm towel over the back of her shoulder blades before nestling a few right in the small of her back, where the muscles that held her upright stretched tight. That junction would have felt the abuse from Cathy’s swollen breasts the most so he made sure it was taken care of before resisting the urge to fondle her and instead curling the last towels under and over her tail and around her waist before resetting her blanket and walking off again.
This time Cathy did fall asleep. The soothing warmth was just too much for her to resist and she slumbered, aches and pains she hadn’t even realized existed melting away. The whole time her breasts emptied, the pressure slowly abating until the flow became a trickle, then a drip; when Nicholas checked in on the Miltank again he peeked under the blanket to see only a few drops falling free when Cathy’s breasts rose and fell with her breath.
Cathy woke to feel the towels unwinding from her tail. She flicked it sleepily before it stilled when she felt something new.
Nicholas had climbed onto the table with her and he dug in, pushing his hands into her muscles as he massaged the weary Miltank. “Did you fall asleep?” he teased, pushing harder when Cathy made an affirmative noise and chuckling when she cried out. At first from pain, but then in ecstasy as his hands moved on and her taut muscles melted wherever he went.
Nicholas paid special attention to her shoulders, kneading, pushing, and working inwards until he was massaging her neck. Cathy hummed happily when she felt a few of his fingers let off their work to gently tease their way across her face. She even opened her mouth slightly, letting an exploratory fingertip find its way in before playfully biting it.
Nicholas’ hand shot back as he began to chuckle. “Feisty wretch.” Cathy giggled when his hands moved to her horns, both massaging the bases and also gripping tightly to send a message. “You’re lucky I like my wretches feisty.”
Cathy felt him move down her body and shimmied to reposition as he perched over her ass. She heard a click and a few seconds later something cool was spreading over her skin. A light whiff made it to her nose and it crinkled as she recognized a sharp mint smell.
Nicholas spread the lotion across every inch of Cathy’s skin, lifting her arms and massaging them as he covered them in lotion. Cathy shivered. In contrast to the relaxing warmth of the towels the lotion leeched the heat from her, making even the light breeze of Nicholas’ breath send goosebumps down her back.
Her breath caught. Nicholas had been massaging the base of her tail, leaving her ass and legs untouched beneath the sheet, but as he ran out of lotion his hands moved back up her sides, under her armpits, and slipped through the hole in the table.
Cathy lay still. Nicholas’ own body had lowered to allow him to reach and she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers. Beneath them his hands explored her breasts, gently, then firmly, as he judged her reactions. Cathy made no sound. It didn’t hurt, not even slightly, and in fact as he found what he was looking for and squeezed she couldn’t help but scream.
In orgasm. Nicholas felt her body shaking as he rhythmically pumped, white spurting from between his fingers as he milked Cathy dry. All his work underneath hadn’t been some kind of pumping system - only a collection system, so that even as the Miltank bucked and squirmed, thrashing in pleasure, it didn’t matter where her milk squirted. It all collected in the nice jug at the bottom.
Nicholas held on grimly. Just because Cathy’s breasts had come back to equilibrium didn’t mean they were low on milk. Far from it. If his estimations were correct there was still at least four gallons of it swinging below the table. So he milked, kneading her breasts and listening to the jets pinging against the pans and other utensils he’d laid out while the Miltank gasped and cried underneath him.
Cathy was lost in the pleasure. Milking had never felt like this. Was it always this way, and it had been her defiance that had soured the experience? Was this why all those other Miltank did it happily?
She was oblivious to the fact that she had just referred to herself as a Miltank, as lost as she was in the sensations, but the subconscious admission spread, further relaxing her, letting her lean into Nicholas’ touch, and further enjoy this moment she’d always tried to avoid.
It took a while but once Nicholas found himself able to wrap his hand completely around Cathy’s breast he slowed, paying special attention to each thrust. The flow was definitely slacking. She wasn’t empty, but in this position he didn’t think he’d ever get Cathy there. This would be good enough.
Cathy was trembling as his slowing movements transitioned to more sensual ones, teasing, stroking, still squeezing milk out but no longer focusing on it. “…Nicholas?”
Nicholas slowed almost to a halt. “Cathy?”
“I… I…” Cathy took a shuddering breath. “…Thank you.”
Nicholas smiled and tweaked a nipple. “For what?”
“F-For… milking me.”
Nicholas chuckled and leaned down to kiss the back of her neck. “You’re welcome. But we’re not done yet; your milking may be done, but your massage hasn’t even halfway finished.”
Cathy shivered when he threw the sheet covering her lower body away. Immediately she felt his hands fondling her ass, fingers sliding dangerously close to her asshole before he paused. The lotion returned and Nicholas dribbled it over Cathy’s body, pushing it into her skin as he massaged her legs. Cathy swallowed, hard, when she felt some slowly trickling down her asscheeks and braced for it to cross her taint but unknown to her it was all part of Nicholas’ plan. Cathy’s eyes bugged when the slowly moving drip was caught up by Nicholas’ hands and she screamed into the mattress, his fingers slipping over her taint and sinking deep into her cunt.
Just as quickly as the penetration had come it was gone. Cathy panted, the sheet she’d bitten on bunched up slightly in her mouth. He’d gone back to rubbing her down as if nothing had ever happened and emotions roiled through her.
“Roll over.”
Dumbly Cathy complied. Nicholas was at her head, replacing the neck pillow with a full size one and her hair splayed out above her head as she stared up at him. He winked. “See, now we’re halfway done.”
Cathy didn’t even try to follow him when he left her field of view. Halfway? Sure, if he was treating her back as half her body, but if he was including the milking as part of it… what else did he have planned?
She lay still as he draped another sheet over her, this one covering her upper body, from her blonde bush to her neck. Her legs were together though so besides a hint of her clit she was covered… technically.
Nicholas got to work on her legs, repeating what he had already done with her on her stomach. Now though he could dig in, work the limbs that had been bending before. He didn’t rush, either. Cathy felt him cover the same muscles over and over, working them until her tense anticipation was pushed away and she lay just as relaxed as before. Only then did he pick one up.
Cathy’s breath grew heavy. With one casual motion he’d shattered the illusion. Her pussy was on full display and his hands were moving closer, sliding up the back of her thighs, fingers probing-!
With a grunt Nicholas slid out from under the leg he had been massaging and moved to the other, leaving the first knocked slightly askew. He repeated this with Cathy’s other leg before sliding up between them, trapping her, unable to return to the neutral, closed position she’d been in at the start. Her heartbeat quickened. Was this it? Was this what it had all been building towards?
…No. There was no doubt Nicholas could see Cathy’s spread pussy clearly. He was nestled right up against it. But he ignored it. Began pushing the blanket covering her torso further and further up as he kneaded lotion into her hips, her stomach. He got close, many times - a thumb moving through Cathy’s pubes to tease her clit. Fingers, slipping from hip to thigh and circling the entrance between them. By the time his hands had moved to her ribs Cathy’s groin was soaked, and only a small part could be attributed to the lotion.
Nicholas remained where he was between her legs, stretching to cover Cathy’s stomach and beneath her drastically reduced breasts, pulling back to tickle her pubes. He kept at it until his position didn’t work anymore and he returned to straddling her, though his ankles managed to hook back and keep Cathy’s legs spread wide.
She expected him to go for her breasts but again Nicholas surprised her. Under, between, around, he certainly went there, but never on. As he took her hands, one at a time, and slowly massaged them too, she saw him leaning back above her again.
“I’ve done it all - every bit of you my hands can reach, haven’t I? So you might be asking yourself, is it over?” He leaned closer with a smile when Cathy shook her head ever so slightly. “No. You’re a smart girl. You know if turning over was only halfway we have a long, long way to go yet.”
When he’d kicked the swim trunks off she didn’t know. But she did know what pressed against her as he lay her hands down and moved, finally, to her breasts. A flash of hilarity pulled her lips up. He’d reached everywhere he could with his hands. So he was using something else!
Nicholas inspected the breasts in his hands as he slipped his penis into Cathy. The Miltank was growling, happily this time, and was moving her hips for him so he didn’t have to pay much attention yet. He wanted to get a good look at his handiwork.
When he’d first met the Miltank she’d had a chest that hung all the way to her waist with thick nipples to match. A few hours ago he’d witnessed monstrous breasts hanging to her thighs, swollen and painful. The pair sitting on Cathy’s chest now were small in comparison. Still huge, obviously so, but without much milk filling them the extraordinarily elastic skin had pulled back, leaving Cathy with two breasts only about the size of her head. He pinched one, marveling at how far he could stretch the tissue before it resisted, before chasing scientific thoughts from his mind altogether and setting to work.
Cathy’s back arched and she grabbed him, arms wrapping tightly across his back as she squealed. Nicholas continued sucking, searching for whatever milk remained in the Miltank’s breasts and he found it, warm, sweet, spurting into his mouth as he began to move with Cathy’s hips. He’d spoken true. This milking session lasted just as long as the last, on both sides. Cathy’s remaining milk disappearing down Nicholas’ throat, and his own milk vanishing deep into her cunt, over and over again until he felt the trembling pokegirl underneath him go limp.
Nicholas sat back when the breast in his mouth refused to produce another drop and gazed down at the blissfully slumbering Miltank. He’d managed to shrink her breasts another size, the pair now sitting only around ‘large’. He had every benchmark he had been hoping for now. He’d keep a close eye on Cathy through the following days and make note of how long it took for her to get to the size where she’d need another milking. Once he knew he could plan for her cycles and make sure the Miltank never suffered again like she had today.
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The whole ordeal with Cathy had taken every minute of the morning. Nicholas was munching on a late lunch, wondering what to do next, when he heard a knock on the door.
“Nicholas? Are you in there?”
Nicholas stuffed his sandwich in his mouth and unlocked the door to admit Cynthia’s grandmother. The elder stepped in with a smile, moving past him to find a seat. “Oh good, you’re-“ she paused. Cathy was still slumbering peacefully, legs akimbo. “Isn’t that your… Miltank?”
Nicholas swallowed. “She is. I just finished milking her a bit ago.”
The elder chuckled and turned back to him. “I can see that. She was milking you as well, I see.” She flashed a wink. “Will she be alright here alone?”
Nicholas pondered the question. “I’d rather not just leave her here. So… one moment.” He found one of the sheets, tossed aside in the excitement, and laid it over Cathy. He intentionally jostled the table as he did, causing the Miltank to stir but before she could really wake up he was kissing her and stroking her cheek. “Shhh. Sleep, Cathy. I’ll be back soon.” Cathy dutifully slipped back under and Nicholas joined the elder near the door. “Okay.”
She chuckled again as they left. “A nice trick. Now if she wakes she shouldn’t panic.”
“That’s the hope,” Nicholas said with a sigh. “I’ve got some more work to do after neglecting them all the last few weeks.”
“I will not dare to intrude on your matters. But I wish you the best in soothing wounded hearts.”
Nicholas smirked. “Thank you. This morning you said you wanted to show me something. What is it?”
“Something that would intrigue you, I believe, touched as you say you are by the eternal ones. It lies in the fog but not far enough to get lost.”
Nicholas nodded. “Should we bring a pokegirl?”
Cynthia’s grandmother laughed. “Should we?”
Nicholas shook his head at his own question.
They exited town and dove into the mist. Nicholas was very careful to keep the elder in sight at first before once again realizing his stupidity. Instead he relaxed, trailing her shining aura as they delved deeper into the forest.
As she had said their destination was not far. The first indication Nicholas had was a thick tree trunk, chopped in half; when he got close enough he realized it wasn’t a tree at all but stone, a towering stone pillar broken and crumbled across the ground. Before long they were in the midst of the ruins and Cynthia’s grandmother came to a halt.
“Just ahead is where we are to go, but… you see it, don’t you?”
Nicholas nodded. There was a dim aura source ahead of them. “That’s no Celestica.”
“And no pokegirl either,” the elder murmured. “None would burn that weakly. Come.”
They stepped through the mist to find a figure standing in front of a grand stone wall. Another step and Nicholas’ eyes narrowed. “YOU THERE!”
The figure whirled, his odd uniform identifying him clearly. “Who-?”
With a roar Nicholas charged the Galactic member. With a cry the figure twisted away, reaching for a pokeball on his belt before thinking better of it and sprinting into the fog.
Nicholas took a step to follow before stopping. Cynthia’s grandmother had joined him. “I see you know them.”
“They’re a member of Team Galactic,” Nicholas explained. “What were they doing here?”
“What they were doing is obvious. These ruins hold great secrets for that lot. The question I ask instead is how they were here.” The elder gestured around them. “The fog conceals us. It always has. That man did not arrive here by chance.”
Nicholas took another look around. “What do we do?”
Cynthia’s grandmother gestured him to follow her. “We will see what I brought you here to see, and then I will seek the advice of the council.”
Nicholas stepped with her to the wall. As it loomed out of the fog he ground to a halt, staring at the muted murals stretching along its face. Two figures, one facing right, one left. Between them an opening yawned, stairs descending into the earth. He pointed at the murals. “Those two. That’s Palkia and Dialga.”
Cynthia’s grandmother didn’t turn. She was nearly to the opening. “They are.”
Nicholas hurried after her. “They look different from the statues I saw in Hearthome.” He craned his neck to take another look as they passed through. “These ones are more…?”
“The word you are looking for is ‘true’,” the elder replied. “The statues that adorn the hall in Hearthome were carved many, many ages after those murals were painted. By then those two dragons were a distant memory, and were depicted as being much more… human.” She smiled in the dark. “The murals, on the other hand, were made in a time where the artist undoubtedly had witnessed them firsthand.”
Nicholas ran her words through his head. “What of the third?”
“What of her, indeed?” Cynthia’s grandmother murmured. “You probably have never seen any mention of Giratina in human art, let alone something as grand as a cliffside mural or statue.”
Nicholas shook his head.
“Humans can only record what they perceive,” Cynthia’s grandmother said. “You see, Palkia, Dialga – they were physical. Manifested in our world. They held form here and so their forms grew to be depicted. But Giratina? She was known, but never perceived. Though the mural does depict all three.” She smiled. “The darkness we are in now is as close to a depiction of Giratina as humankind could manage.”
“I take it by your pace that the murals were not what you brought me here to see,” Nicholas remarked drily.
“Ha!” the elder’s laughter barked through the cave. “No, not quite. We’re almost there.”
Soon enough they emerged into a large cavern. Nicholas blinked in a sudden light, turning to see Cynthia’s grandmother holding something up in her hand. In front of them a vast fresco spread, figures and symbols dancing about. In the center three beams of light formed a triangle with a glow in the center. “What is it?”
“It is a record, and a teaching,” the elder replied. “Long ago the world was in chaos. In that time, three beings emerged, born of humanity’s will. Together they counteracted the primal chaos, bringing balance to the world. It’s an ancient legend kept alive in Celestic Town. It teaches us that even an unsurmountable obstacle can be defeated by the combined will of the human spirit.”
“A pretty tale.”
Both whirled. Standing at the edge of the light was a shadowy figure. It sketched a bow. “Don’t mind me, old one. I would love to listen more about this legend, if you will.”
Nicholas stared. His eyes told him someone was standing there but nothing else did. Beside him he heard Cynthia’s grandmother similarly growing concerned. “Who- no. What are you.”
A low chuckle. “Why, a human, elder. A perfect human.” The figure stepped into the light to reveal themselves as a middle-aged man with spiked blue hair. “Please, do continue your story. The legend speaks of the carriers of spirit, does it not? Uxie. Azelf. Mesprit.”
Cynthia’s grandmother narrowed her eyes and Nicholas watched her aura surge, a sibilant hiss escaping her mouth. “How do you know those names.”
“Your small village isn’t the only one to tell tales,” the man replied easily. “However it is the only one with still-living inhabitants to tell them. Or at least it is… for now.”
“I think I would like to hear the ‘who’ part of ‘who are you’, now,” Nicholas said calmly.
The man turned to him. “My name is Cyrus. The leader of Galactic, and usherer of a new world.” He turned back to the elder. “I want to put an end to pointless strife and hostility. I am seeking the power to create the ideal world. Thus, I want you to answer – is it true those three hold this world hostage? The world today can not change because of those three pokegirls?”
Cynthia’s grandmother spat on the ground in front of Cyrus. “I wouldn’t know. I do know the world is in balance, and I’m quite satisfied with the world the way it is. I’m not interested in your question.”
Cyrus snorted. “Plead ignorance, will you? What a pointless attitude. You fail to appreciate that the world is incomplete. I will change this world – and perhaps I should start right here, with that precious cave painting you protect. A new painting will take its place. A new legend of a new world.”
“You are a hypocrite, sowing strife and hostility wherever you go. Even if you do destroy this painting the lessons it represents will never go away, no matter how hard you try, for nothing can extinguish the human spirit.”
Cyrus curled his hand back and began to laugh. “Nothing? Nothing can? You know that is not true. Both of you do. I know of the Celestica, I know of your supposed strength – look at me, then. Look upon a perfect human, one without the flawed human spirit to mar me!”
Nicholas shifted uneasily. There wasn’t a trace of aura coming from this man. Somehow that scared him more than the blazing pyre emanating from Cynthia’s grandmother.
“Abomination,” she hissed. “Our flaws make us human.”
“Precisely!” Cyrus cried. “I am tired of being human. Tired of being flawed, incomplete. This world is incomplete. You may not wish to answer my questions, but your attitude has told me what I needed to know.” He grinned as he began slipping back into the shadows. “Those three do indeed hold this world in balance. Break the jailers, break the hold.” And he was gone.
Silence fell over the two. Eventually Nicholas spoke. “At least he didn’t break the mural.”
Cynthia’s grandmother was staring into the darkness. “That… man, he should not exist. He can not exist. It isn’t possible.”
“…I think,” Nicholas said after a moment, “it’s best for us to return to town.”
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“The story you told me isn’t really what that mural represents. Is it.”
Cynthia’s grandmother sighed. They were back in the safety of Celestic Town and had relayed the strange meeting to anyone who would listen. Half the clan was out with their pokegirls, scouring the fog-covered forest for any more members of Team Galactic. “It is, it is not… This creation was built on a foundation of three, Nicholas. Three daughters of the creator. Three stewards. Life, death, balance, earth sky and sea – everything is in threes. But… though that specific mural undoubtedly refers to Arceus’ daughters in some way, how exactly is rather open to interpretation. Some say it is the three daughters being birthed from the light. Some say it is not the calming of a primal chaos, but rather the three stewards of spirit banishing another eternal one. Palkia or Dialga.”
Nicholas blinked. “Banish?”
“Yes. When the world was still new, as I told you, Palkia and Dialga roamed it. But their presence caused disaster. More so than any pokegirl could over the course of her existence. So three others rose – Uxie, keeper of knowledge. Azelf, bearer of great willpower. Mesprit, wielder of emotion. Together they banished Palkia and Dialga, one by one, by sealing the cracks in reality they traveled. The daughters of Arceus no longer walked the earth, but in exchange the earth was in balance.” She shook her head. “If that man seeks to harm them…”
Nicholas flashed back to the conversation with Cynthia. “Those three. If they’re killed the cracks will form again and reality could be torn apart.”
“…Yes. That is a fair assessment.” Cynthia’s grandmother gazed at him. “You knew?”
“Your daughter told me about the possibility.”
“That man… Cyrus… he was not there with us seeking answers,” the elder murmured. “He sought confirmation. He had already learned, somehow, of the three carriers of spirit. He didn’t even ask where they may lie. Only for what would happen if…”
Nicholas felt blood pounding in his ears. Cynthia’s grandmother was right. Suddenly the horrifying uncertainty of the encounter crashed down on him. How far had Galactic already gone, with him sitting in the middle of nowhere?
“I’m leaving,” Nicholas blurted out. “There’s no time to lose. These people have their headquarters in Veilstone – I’ll figure out their plans, what they know, everything. And I’ll stop them.”
He was out the door before the elder could respond.
Nicholas wasted no time gathering his harem. Cathy was easy, the Miltank still slumbering, then he found Sohn, Miru – having to bodily pull the Buneary away from a conversation – and Sammy. But not Zisela.
Nicholas paused on a high point and looked out over the town. The Gabite was missing. He’d worried this might happen, but now, unable to find her… Find his Alpha… it stung.
If only he could distinguish her aura from all the rest.
“Leaving without me, my drake?”
Nicholas turned. Slipping from within a gaggle of other pokegirls was Zisela. Walking his way.
“Zisela! No, I…” Nicholas trailed off as she approached. “I… wasn’t sure if you would leave this place. With me.”
Zisela came to a halt in front of him. There was something different about her, not unlike how there now was something different about him. It was as if they were meeting again for the first time. “I would not think,” Zisela said quietly, “to be anywhere but with my drake.”
Nicholas gazed at her. Gazed at her flickering aura. She was different. He had no idea what she had been like before, at least not this aspect of her he could now see, but her changed demeanor gave him hints. As did her aura in comparison to the other pokegirls clustered around them. Zisela’s aura was blinding – but only at its very core. A tiny, compressed core of pure radiance that was cloaked in a pale flame. “Zisela, I… I am still human. I am not the dragon you want me to be.”
Zisela laughed. A happy sound that echoed as she tilted her head back. “Of course you are, my drake. But, you are no longer a human cowering, cloaked in the power of a dragon. No. You are merely in human form.” Her laughter faded away as she gazed off into the sky. “No… You are no dragon. Not yet. But you are my drake.” She brought her eyes back to his. “And I, I am only worthy of serving a drake. I am no dragon either. Not after what I have learned.”
“Zisela…”
“You promised me,” Zisela whispered, “promised to one day become the dragon I claimed to deserve.” Nicholas nodded. “I will hold you to that, my drake. Just as I know you will hold me to this.” She knelt, bowing her head as she spoke. “One day, I will be worthy to serve a dragon.” As she made her vow she couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. “I am so fortunate. I serve a drake, and a drake is all I deserve.”
“It sounds like there will be issues if either of us grow before the other,” Nicholas observed. “I suppose I’ll have to become a dragon alongside you, Zisela.”
Zisela got back to her feet and accepted his hand with only a firm grip. Neither tested the other, not now. “And I alongside you, my drake.”
Nicholas nodded. “Then let’s begin.”
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POKEDEX UPDATED
Tamer:Nicholas Topolski
Badges:
Mine Badge
Forest Badge
Coal Badge
Relic Badge
Harem:
Zisela, Gabite (Alpha) – Level 35
Sohn, Monferno – Level 33
Miru, Buneary – Level 32
Sammy, Rotom – Level 32
Cathy, Miltank – Level 30
Non-Com Harem:
Kalmiya, Porygon-Z – Level 12