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Chapter 9
<12:00, Plymouth Pokécenter Taming Room>
“Alright, I’m Grace. Now where’s my gift?” Stacy, now Grace, said.
“Nuh uh. I’m waiting for your violent side to come back. Mini-Tops don’t just calm down randomly. It’s usually the opposite.” Andrew pointed out.
Grace struggled a bit before relenting. “I can’t do much, now can I? Let me up and tame me already. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Andrew laughed. “’Conniving’, the Pokédex calls you. I would agree. I am going to let you up and you are going to jump me, rip my clothes off and silence any protests, probably by punching me. Claire won’t like that. I won’t like that. And as soon as I regain control, you won’t like it either.”
Grace grinned. “You are a smart boy. Who’s Claire?”
Andrew nodded at the Valkyrie standing against the wall. “That’s Claire. My first Pokégirl.”
Grace narrowed her eyes. “First? So you’re the Alpha, huh? I think we need to have a talk.”
Claire stalked over and placed her katana against Grace’s neck. “You have not been tamed by my master, and therefore are not a part of my master’s Harem. I would watch my mouth, rabbit.”
Grace grinned. “Sass, I like that. Sure, we’ll do this later. But I will be Alpha.”
Claire rolled her eyes and stabbed her Katana into Grace’s shoulder. Grace’s eyes widened in pain as she hissed at Claire.
“Claire! Enough!” Andrew shot.
“Fine. Later. Tomorrow, rabbit.” Claire spat as she yanked her katana out of Grace’s shoulder.
Grace hissed again and struggled to get free of Andrew as her shoulder bled. “A little help?” She asked him.
Shrugging, Andrew let her go and reached into his pocket for a potion, which he sprayed on Grace’s shoulder. She gave a sigh of relief as the wound closed. “I guess I’ll give you part of your present now.” Andrew said as he walked over and grabbed the plate from the bed. “Here. You’re probably hungry.”
Grace nodded frantically and grabbed the plate from Andrew’s hands. She gave a deep sigh. “Alfalfa? Thanks. Got any beer?” She asked hopefully. When Andrew shook her head, Grace pouted. “I thought you liked me.” She whimpered as she shoveled food off the plate.
Andrew laughed. “I don’t like drinkers. I’m hoping we can come to an arrangement. However, for right now…” He trailed off. “Well for right now, off comes my shirt.”
Grace snickered. “You’re so needy. Hey, I’ll make a bet with you; last me out, and I’ll give up drinking. If you can’t, well, you can’t tell me what to do.”
Andrew grinned. “Under one stipulation: no blood.”
Grace waggled her eyebrows at him. “You’re no fun. Fine, but you better have a damn good present for me afterwards.” She laughed.
Andrew smacked her ass, causing Grace to jump and whip around to stare at him. He started laughing. “That was a beautiful reaction. Don’t tell me. You like anal?”
Grace turned away from him. “Definitely not with you.”
He raised his hands defensively. “Fine by me. Taming requires two things anyway; a pussy and a dick. You have the pussy, I have the dick. An ass is just a secondary input.”
Claire watched as Grace started to laugh. It was strange. Andrew was acting in a completely different way with Grace than he did with her. She wasn’t quite sure she liked it. She was either seeing her master’s true side, or he had multiple personalities that he could call upon. She hoped he would explain it to him someday.
While Grace was busy finishing off her plate of food, Andrew surreptitiously slipped off his pants. He didn’t like the way she was acting. Best case scenario she was smart enough to realize her position and wouldn’t try to kill him. Worst case scenario she was a psychopathic mastermind who was pretending to be a nice Mini-Top and would blow up or take over the world tomorrow.
He figured it was probably somewhere in between.
Best thing to do would be to get Claire away from them so that when Grace started bruising him she wouldn’t go berserk. “Uh, Claire?” Andrew called. Claire glanced at him. “Mind going and buying us some supplies for the next few days? Let me check our credit supply first…” He reached for his Pokédex. “Personal entry…”
Andrew Ranger
Age: 27
Extra Info: Press X
Licenses:
Tamer:Y
Master Tamer:N
Researcher:N
Watcher:N
Breeder:N
Active Harem:
Hauteclere – Valkyrie, Level 14
Grace – Mini-Top, Level 23
??? – Catgirl, Feral
He tapped a few buttons before Claire saw his eyes widen. “What is it?” She asked as she sidled over to him.
Andrew Ranger
Current Bounties: None
Current Balance: 400,000SLC
Return to Overview? [Y/N]
He pointed at the balance. “Braxton. He’s trying to make sure I like him.” His eyes narrowed. “There’s some empty slots here under the balance. What did you do, Braxton?”
Claire tugged at his arm. “Uhh, so what do you want me to do?”
Andrew shrugged and handed her the Pokédex. “Buy a Poképack and some Great Balls. And a few more Pokéballs and potions. Buy an extra Com unit and Pokédex while you’re at it, so I can see what else is different.”
Claire took the ‘dex and walked to the door before stopping. She glanced at Grace, looking back at Andrew with an unspoken question.
He waved her off. “I’ll be fine. Get.”
Claire shrugged and headed off to find the nearest Pokémart.
<14:30, Plymouth Pokécenter>
Claire was walking back with the new Poképack over her shoulder when she heard a scream from the taming room. Sprinting through the doors, she ducked as a set of restraints flew over her head and smashed into the wall. Grace was glaring at Andrew, who was lying face up on the floor.
“I won.” He said, turning to where Claire stood staring at him. “Grace is a little testy, that’s all.”
“YOU DID NOT WIN!” Grace screamed. “YOU CHEATED!”
Andrew chuckled. “I could still move after what you tried. You couldn’t. I won.” He struggled to his feet. “Ow. Claire, mind getting Amy? I could use a little help.”
Claire looked at him before noticing his arm dangling beside him. Her eyes widened. “She broke your ARM?”
Andrew waved frantically at the now murderous Valkyrie. “I broke my own arm! Smashed it against a full-body restraint that… she and I rolled towards, but it was my fault!”
Claire’s lips curled back as she snarled at the grinning Mini-Top. “I can’t wait to pound your damn butt into the ground soon. You hurt our master, you little bitch.”
Andrew walked over to the bed, where he sat down where he had started the afternoon. “Eh, Claire? Amy, please? Heal my arm?”
Claire snorted and threw the Poképack at him before turning and stalking out the door. Grace laughed. “Ms. High and mighty will be singing a different tune after I show her I’m the true Alpha here.” She whispered. She whirled as Andrew cleared his throat.
“None of that yet. Come here, this might make your defeat a little less painful.” He said, patting the bed next to him. Grace sheepishly walked over and plopped down beside him.
“How did you hear that? I could barely hear it and I was the one saying it.” She said.
Andrew shrugged. “Lip reading. I’m not very good, but if I know some of what you said, and your personality and the situation you are saying it in, I can fill in the blanks.” He looked at her speculatively. “Seriously, what is going on with you? You were just heaving 200-pound restraints around the room and now you’re acting as if nothing happened?”
Grace cocked her head at him. “Pounds? What are those?”
Andrew’s face reddened. “I forgot where I was. Uh, 90 kilogram restraints.”
Grace laughed. “I wasn’t even trying. I wasn’t trying with you, either. I kind of like you.” She said, blinking at him.
Andrew looked away. “Right. Since I like you, you like me, we’re all one big happy family. Wonderful. Here.” He said, thrusting the 50/22 at Grace. Her eyes widened. “I knew you might like something since Hino took your weapons. What do you think?”
Grace took it and deftly checked the magazine and chamber before pouting. “It’s empty.” She looked closer. “And it looks like a standard .22 pistol.” She glanced irritated at Andrew. “That’s not big bang.” She whined.
Andrew chuckled. “As soon as we’re out of the town, I’ll show you something with it. And I’ll get ammo. Don’t worry. Bunny will get big bang.”
Grace put one hand over her mouth and slid her petals open with the other. “Big bang?” She asked coquettishly.
Andrew started laughing until he rolled over onto his broken arm. “OW. Grace, I need to get you some fatigues so you can’t do that to poor unsuspecting waifs on the streets. Or to me. You are too damn cute.” He said. “CLAIRE! IS AMY HERE YET?” He screamed. “THE PAIN’S GETTING TO ME NOW!”
“I’m here I’m here.” He heard as Amy bustled through the door with Claire in tow. “How the hell did you do this to your arm?” She muttered before realizing who Andrew was and realizing who he was to her simultaneously. “I mean sir. I mean Andrew. I mean. Oh. Damn.” She stuttered.
Andrew grimaced. “I don’t mind. Just help, please.” He whispered.
Amy nodded and Andrew’s arm was bathed in healing magic. He sighed in relief as Grace walked over to where Claire was standing. “Why do you think you should be Alpha?” Grace asked.
Claire glared at her. “Because so far you have hurt him or tried to kill him. I am not letting you be in a position to hurt him more.” Grace laughed. “What’s so funny???”
Grace grinned and dangled the 50/22 in Claire’s face, watching as her eyes widened. “You know what this is? I think it’s just a little pop gun. But he said it’s more. AND he gave it to me as a gift. I think he likes me better.” She taunted.
Claire smiled. “I think all it means is you’re a part of his family now.”
Grace frowned. “Fine, be that way. What did he give you that’s so amazing, huh?”
Claire’s smile widened. “You’ll see tomorrow. I’m guessing today is for you, but tomorrow you’re mine.”
Grace snorted. “Keep dreaming.”
Behind them Andrew’s arm twitched and he groaned. “It feels a lot better now Amy.” He said.
She stared disapprovingly at him. “I hope you don’t plan on beating yourself up that much in the future. I won’t be around to help you.” She said.
He smiled back. “In the future, I don’t intend to let myself be touched.”
Claire poked her head beside Amy’s. “What are we going to do now?” She asked.
Andrew shrugged. “I thought we might go find a nice secluded area and I’d show Grace how to work her new acquisition.” He started suddenly. “I completely forgot to call May and let her know I have a com now. Shit.”
Amy looked at him. “May? Officer May?”
Andrew nodded. “Yea. She was the officiator when I beat Hino.” He grinned. “Beat up Hino, I mean.”
Amy shrugged. “She’s my sister.”
Andrew’s jaw dropped. “She won’t want in on tomorrow night, will she?” He suddenly looked thoughtful. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind too much if she was…”
Claire slapped him.
<17:00, Wilds outside of Plymouth>
Andrew sat idly twirling the 50/22 by its trigger guard. Claire was off looking for ferals, and probably finding quite a few, since she was a Valkyrie. He had let her keep their pokéballs except for three regulars and a great ball, which he had. Behind him Grace had finally finished setting up the tent. He had to forcefully remind himself why he had named her that, since while setting up the tent she had tripped over her ears at least twice.
She ran over to him. “Done!”
He clicked the stop button on his imaginary stopwatch. “47 minutes, 29 seconds. I’ll set it up next time and you can time me. I’ll show you what someone without enhanced strength or speed can do.”
Grace shrugged. “It was hard, even for me. I doubt you’ll beat my time.” She leaned over his shoulder and looked at the gun he was playing around with. “Aren’t you going to show me?” She asked.
He nodded and closed his eyes. Reaching into his pocket, he drew out two magazines which Grace was certain hadn’t been there a second ago. Suddenly his eyes snapped open. “We can’t use the second one. SHIT!” he spat and lobbed the magazine over some trees. A few second later they heard a muffled explosion.
Grace’s jaw dropped. “What the hell was that?”
Andrew grinned sheepishly. “A little too much gunpowder?” Grace stared at him. “High explosive rounds?” She shook her head. “Short fuse?” She shook her head again and glared at him. “I have the power to bring my mental constructs to being and I accidentally short-circuited that one?”
Grace stared at him for a few seconds before shrugging. “Ok.” She said and reached for the remaining magazine. “Gimme.”
Andrew blinked at her response but held it just out of her reach. “I’m going to show you a few things first. Firstly, this isn’t a .22. Watch.” He said, popping the magazine in and chambering the first round. “For starters, the gun itself is more heavy duty than a .22. Secondly, it has slightly more length than a .22. And thirdly,“ He said, leveling the gun at a nearby stump, “A .22 doesn’t do this.” He pulled the trigger and the stump exploded into fragments.
Behind him Grace started giggling. He turned around with a grin and offered the gun to her butt first. She snatched it out of his hand and immediately cooked off two rounds, one going above another stump and the other causing Andrew to dive out of the way as it ricocheted off a rock. “Whoah!” She laughed.
“Watch it!” Andrew berated her from where he had dove for cover. “It’s a .50 caliber round!”
Grace’s grin widened. “You weren’t lying when you said I would get a big bang.” She went to put the gun away before pausing. “Claire’s being chased.”
Andrew stood and looked in the direction Claire had left in. “Where from?”
Grace pointed behind him, towards where he knew the shoreline was. “She circled around to scout the area for as much as she could. She’s being pursued in the air, as well as drawing quite a bit of attention on the ground.”
Andrew looked at her. “How can you tell?”
She chuckled and flopped her ears. “I can hear her cursing.”
Andrew shook his head before pausing. “Grace, feel anything?” She shook her head. “Know of any reason I should feel annoyed?” She shook her head again. He grinned. “Claire, can you hear me?”
“Motherf……Hurt, Bit….”
“CLAIRE!”
Andrew felt a wave of displeasure as two forms began to materialize above the trees. He waved at Grace. “Where do you hear the ground pursuer?”
She pointed in the direction Claire was coming from. “A few minutes before Claire gets here, probably 30 seconds after that until the other arrives.”
Andrew nodded and watched his Valkyrie come closer. She seemed to be listing to one side and, as she got closer, Andrew could see scratches and a deep gash on her right arm. “Grace, as soon as Claire lands, put a shot into her pursuer. Try not to hit anything vital. That would just get her more pissed at you.” He glanced aside. “Claire, I mean.”
Grace grinned. “Pleasure, master.”
He slapped her lightly. “Don’t call me that!”
“HEADS UP!” He heard and turned his head in time to see Claire’s panicked face as she plowed into him. “Sorry sorry sorry.” she muttered as she attempted to detangle her wings from where they had wrapped themselves around his body.
“JUST DESUMMON THEM.” Andrew roared. Claire blinked and Andrew suddenly fell backwards onto the ground. He stared up and saw a form circling them. “Grace? Fire, please?”
Claire struggled upright as Grace took aim at the pokégirl above them. “Phoenix. I took out the rest of the flock as well as a Boobisaur and a few Titmice, but that one was the alpha or something. Caught me by surprise and clawed me up good.” She explained, shaking her arm. Andrew took the hint and sprayed her down with a potion. Claire sighed in relief. “That feels much better.” She glanced to where Grace was still following the Rack in a lazy circle. “Tell Ms. Psychopath over there that if she takes my opponent I won’t forgive her.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “Grace, one shot. Like we discussed.”
“Roger.” Grace responded and fired. The bullet hit the Phoenix in the left leg and blew her leg off from the knee down. It screeched in pain and dove at them.
“YOU GAVE HER YOUR MONSTROSITY??” Claire screamed at Andrew. He grinned.
“My gift to her.” He said and poked Claire in the stomach. “Get serious already. Use my gift to you. Obliterate her.”
Claire shook her head. “No more girls for you until you learn to behave.” She looked up at the diving Phoenix and grinned savagely. “I won’t show anything in front of that rabbit before tomorrow. But I will destroy that.” She said before summoning her wings and launching herself straight up with a screech.
Andrew was turning towards Grace when he felt his ribs compress. His eyes widened as she tackled him to the ground a second before a water gun went through the empty space he had been occupying. “Don’t kill, she could be worth something!” He yelled as Grace started running towards the source of the water. He struggled upright. “Ow.” He muttered. It felt like she had cracked one of his ribs. At least bruised a few. He glanced up as the Phoenix slammed to the ground and Claire pegged her with a pokéball before landing next to him. “Good job. Sorry I missed the fight, I was busy dodging a water gun.”
Claire shrugged and tossed him the Poképack. “Here. The Phoenix tried to get me again but it wasn’t much of a fight. She tried to hit me, I hit her with a feather shuriken point blank.” She pointed at the pack. “I had to use a great ball on the Boobisaur so I could focus on the Phoenix.” She laughed. “We should be good on money for a while.”
Andrew glanced over to where Grace had run into the trees. Suddenly she sprinted back out. He grinned. “Got her…? Oh, SHIT!” He swore as a Whoretortle crashed through the tree line. He turned and started running too as Grace whirled and fired a shot into the charging Whoretortle, staggering her. It screamed and kept running, the slightly stockier pokégirl absorbing most of the bullet’s impact. “Shitshitshitshitshit! Grace, try to take out her legs! Claire, get in the air and distract her with feather shuriken! THE SQUISHY IS GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! WEAPONS FREE!” He yelled as he dove into the tree line on the other end of the clearing from the battle.
Claire dove out of the way of the Whoretortle before jumping into the air, her wings starting to glow as she activated feather shuriken. As soon as she released the attack Grace spun around and took aim at the Whoretortle’s knees. As the feathers peppered it’s back, the Whoretortle spun around with a shriek of rage and fired a water gun at the wheeling Valkyrie. Claire responded by hurling her katana into the Whoretortle’s body and peppering it with another feather shuriken. Behind it Grace popped off two quick shots, hitting the Whoretortle’s right leg but missing it’s left as it collapsed to the ground, causing the water gun it fired to blast a path through the forest instead of Claire as she dove for cover.
Grace took aim at where Claire’s katana had already pierced the Whoretortle’s skin. “Claire! Unsummon your weapon on three!”
Claire dove to dodge another water gun but was clipped by a second the enraged Whoretortle spat at her. She grimaced and waved her acknowledgement at Grace before ducking another attack. ‘How much water does this bitch have?’ She thought.
Grace silently signaled one and two before pulling the trigger. Claire took a half second to focus and got hit square in the chest, her scream cut off halfway as a beam of red light stabbed out and retrieved her halfway through the attack. Grace noted that she was alone as her shot entered the Whoretortle and slammed into the underside of her shell, fragmenting on impact. It coughed once before blood began running down its chin. A pokéball flew out from where Andrew was hiding and took the Whoretortle, shaking only once before signaling a successful capture. Grace breathed a sigh of relief and turned to where Andrew ducked out of the woods.
“We’re heading back into town. I want a PPHU as soon as possible, but right now we need to rely on Pokécenters.” He gestured at the tent. “And besides, I doubt we can sleep in that.”
Grace turned and looked at the tent. It was peppered with holes from Claire’s feather shurikens and had been crushed when the Whoretortle fell on it. She sighed. “I worked so hard putting it up, too.”
Andrew laughed. “We have a warranty, and besides, I want to show you how I set up a tent.” He swung the Poképack onto his shoulder. “Grab it and let’s go. I don’t want any other feral encounters right now. Also,” He grabbed the gun from Grace’s protesting hands, “This magazine needs to go, too.” He dropped the magazine and racked the slide, catching the stray bullet before tossing the pistol back to Grace. He then chucked the magazine away from them, watching as it disappeared in midair. He sighed as a weight lifted from his shoulders. “Much better. Alright, let’s go.” He said, and walked off towards Plymouth with Grace running behind.
---WARNING! OVER HAREM LIMIT! REMOVE EXCESS POKEGIRLS IMMEDIATELY!---
Andrew Ranger
Age: 27
Licenses:
Tamer:Y
Master Tamer:N
Researcher:N
Watcher:N
Breeder:N
Active Harem:
Hauteclere – Valkyrie, Level 17
Grace – Mini-Top, Level 23
??? – Catgirl, Feral
??? – Whoretortle, Feral
??? – Titmouse x 2, Feral
??? – Rack x 3, Feral
??? – Phoenix (Flock Leader), Feral
??? – Boobisaur, Feral
---WARNING! OVER HAREM LIMIT! REMOVE EXCESS POKEGIRLS IMMEDIATELY!---