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Chapter 19
<08:00, London>
Andrew stirred and opened his eyes slowly. Grace was draped across him and he could see Lyn and Aella tangled together nearby, but Claire was nowhere to be seen. Frowning he eased himself out of the bed and checked the bathroom, continuing downstairs when he confirmed she wasn’t in any of the bedrooms. Making his way to the training arena he pulled open the door to see Claire facing a dummy, sword drawn. He made to enter but stopped in the doorway instead and just watched the Valkyrie. She hadn’t summoned any clothing, and her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Andrew glanced to the other side of the room to take in the pile of shredded parts before returning his attention to Claire as she began to move.
She started slowly, lightly brushing each of her targets with her blade, letting her arms stay stiff and her feet do most of the work. Quickly she began to pick up speed, the flat of her blade letting off a dull thwack at each strike, her arms beginning to move independently. Soon she was nearly a whirlwind, the strikes increasing in tempo until the sound from the dummy was nearly a constant moan. Straw began to seep from its joints at the abuse and Claire turned her blade, hitting each target perfectly. The hands flew off first, cut cleanly along the wrists, followed by the arms, which she chopped at the elbow as each flew past. She dissected the legs in a similar fashion, leaving only the torso and head attached to the stand. Turning quickly she slashed through the shoulder, turning away as the torso fell apart, a piece still clinging to the stand. She stabbed her katana through the head that lay next to her and winked at her tamer. “Well?”
Andrew chuckled and walked inside. “And how long have you been abusing the poor things? They can’t even fight back.”
Claire shrugged and summoned a t-shirt, which she promptly took off and used to wipe the sweat from her face. “An hour or so. I’m really glad the room provides the dummies; I couldn’t practice my accuracy on air.”
Andrew nodded and prodded the dissected torso with his foot. “Magic is quite nice if you know how to use it properly. If we were to leave this room and come back in, each dummy would be reformed.” He pulled the katana out and twirled it. “Feel up for some sparring?”
Claire shrugged and the weapon disappeared. “Sure, but we’re not using that.” She said, tossing him a bokken. “While I’m sure we’d get you to London in time, I’m not keen on accidentally taking your hand off.”
Andrew chuckled and took up his stance. “Fair enough.” He glanced down at his exposed privates. “Mind summoning me a sling so those don’t go flapping about?”
Claire snickered and bounced slightly on the balls of her feet, causing her breasts to jiggle. “I’m not using a sling; why should you need one?”
Andrew stared pointedly at his stiffening member. “Because having two swords would be cheating.”
She laughed and tossed him a thong. “That good enough?”
Andrew groaned but slid it on. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
She grinned. “Yup.”
He shook his head. “Alright. Are we going to touch or concession?”
Claire settled back. “I’ll go easy and we’ll do touch for now. Then, maybe later we can see how long you’ll last.” She bowed slightly, smiling in pleasure when he did the same. “Begin!”
Andrew immediately slid back, keeping his sword low. “To avoid an eternal standoff, why don’t you just let me slap you a few times?”
Claire’s eyes twinkled and she took a slow step forward. “I believe that’s Grace’s position; I wouldn’t dare take it from her.” She made a swift feint but stopped when Andrew didn’t move, his bokken unwavering. “You should know better than to let me lead this.”
Andrew nodded. “I do.” He replied, stepping inside her guard and sending a swift slash at her ribs. Claire danced backwards and took the blow with her sword, countering and forcing Andrew to jump backwards as well. Landing, he twisted and lunged forwards, intent on a swift jab, but had to raise a block before Claire’s retaliatory strike could impact his head. Turning away he let her strike continue unhindered towards the floor and rotated his body so his own momentum resulted in a mirror of Claire’s maneuver, sending his sword hurtling towards her shoulder. She quickly turned with him, bringing her sword back up to lock with his. She raised an eyebrow at the sweat on his face.
“Breaking a sweat? Already?” She asked softly, pushing forward to break the lock and stumble him, but he jumped slightly instead, allowing her to push him out of the stalemate. Skidding to a halt he rolled his shoulders and grinned at her. “If you don’t sweat, you’re not trying hard enough.”
She narrowed her eyes and danced towards him, raining a series of blows that Andrew just barely countered. At the end he was forced to jump away again as she switched targets and sent a low slash at his knees, which would have gotten past his sword. Breathing heavily he leaned on his bokken. “Whew. You’re not going easy anymore, are you?” He asked with a grin.
Claire shook her head and whipped forward, intent on another slash at his chest, but blinked when Andrew twitched his wrist and suddenly fell forwards, having removed the support the sword gave. As he fell he turned, bringing it around and smacking her stomach, wide open because of her strike. Landing softly on his other hand, he pushed off but froze when the tip of Claire’s bokken hovered in front of his eye.
She gazed at him. “You’re dead.”
Andrew chuckled weakly. “And you’re bleeding out.”
A smile twitched at her mouth. “I was not expecting that. Well played.”
Andrew brushed her bokken aside and accepted her hand, pulling himself to his feet. “Most don’t. When you’re engaged with another swordsman, it can be hard to remember that the little things like gravity exist.” He pretended to sheath his sword, turning to her with a bow. “An honor.”
She returned it. “Another day.” She glanced behind him at the sound of clapping. “We seem to have had an audience.”
Andrew glanced behind him to see the rest of the harem watching them. “Quite.” He groaned and stretched. “I should not have done that after just waking up. I’m going to be sore soon.”
Claire smiled and pressed up against him, massaging his shoulders. “Will this help?”
Andrew shuddered. “Yes. It will. But instead I think I will take a nice hot shower.” He glanced over his shoulder. “You’re free to join me.” He glanced back at the doorway. “It’s an open invitation.”
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Claire lathered the soap and scrubbed it into his back. “You weren’t panting after you landed that hit. Was it all a ruse?”
Andrew shampoo’d his hair. The other girls had politely declined the invitation, deciding to cook breakfast instead, so he and Claire were alone. “It was, slightly. The slower you thought I would be, the more likely you would overcommit.” He rinsed his face in the water stream. “I was definitely a tiny bit winded, though. Trying to keep up with a pokegirl will do that to you.”
Claire chuckled and continued working out the knots in his back. “Most people can’t in the first place. Kudos to you for landing a strike, even when I wasn’t at full speed.”
Andrew rinsed his hair out. “It would only work once.”
She grinned. “Definitely.” Finishing on his back, she slid around to his front. “I’d better get this washed, too.” She said, lathering her breasts.
Andrew raised an eyebrow but didn’t question when she pressed up against him, sliding her chest across his. “Aren’t hands a better option?”
Claire slowly shimmied her way down. “Not for the next part.” She replied, wrapping her soaped breasts around his penis, which slipped out of her slippery cleavage almost immediately. Pouting, she tried again, pointedly ignoring Andrew’s laughter. “Just imagine if they could harness that power! Why, we’d fly on nothing more than soap and a squeeze!” He cried, imitating a carney voice.
She stuck her tongue at him. “Do you want the boob job or not?”
He bent down to kiss her hair. “Yes, please, ma’am.”
She continued her ministrations until they were successful, and afterwards accepted Andrew’s help in scrubbing off. Refreshed, they both rejoined the rest of the Harem downstairs.
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Aella was munching on a piece of bacon when they walked in. “Hey. You missed most of breakfast.”
Andrew shrugged and kept walking into the kitchen. “There are always leftovers.”
Aella nodded while Claire sat down next to her. “How was last night?”
The Naga shrugged. “Adria took most of the control, but,” She paused. “I think I was in control for at least two of them.” She giggled. “I’m surprised he was able to match me.”
Claire grinned. “He’s a flexible man.” She glanced in the direction of the kitchen. “You aren’t really a lesbian, are you?”
Aella shook her head. “No, I’m bi. I just prefer women.” Her tongue flicked idly. “Lets me use this more effectively.”
They shared a chuckle as Andrew re-emerged, a makeshift sandwich clamped between his teeth. “There’s a lot left, Claire.” He said around the food. “I guess Lyn got over her fear of summoning things.”
Claire laughed and stood. “Good thing, too.” She said, bee lining for food. “I was considering making you order her to see reason.”
Andrew snorted. “Fat chance that would have worked.” He sat down in Claire’s vacated seat. “So where did everyone go?”
Aella shrugged. “Adria’s asleep in her room, Grace is probably at the firing range, and Lyn’s in the bathroom.” She said, jerking her thumb behind her at the entryway. “I think she ate too much.”
Andrew snickered. “That’s a constant problem of hers. As a Witch, she put away more than I did.”
Aella whistled. “I’ve seen you eat when you’re hungry. That means something.”
They both turned at the sound of a door closing and Lyn came into view clutching her stomach. “Oh, god.” She muttered, falling face first on the floor. “KATTLE ‘s too good.”
Andrew laughed and scooped her up, setting her next to him. “Did you throw up?” She nodded weakly. “Claire, grab a pitcher of water and a glass. Lyn needs hydration.”
Claire poked her head back out of the kitchen. “I hear sperm works wonders.” She replied drily, disappearing again before the sick Enchantress could come up with a retort. She came back in a moment later carrying the water and a plate of food. “Here you go. And Andrew, we forgot something. We need a dedicated teleport pad.”
Andrew nodded and poured a small glass of water for Lyn. “You’re right. Anything else come to mind?”
Aella spoke up. “Don’t we need a washroom?”
Andrew frowned. “A what?”
The Naga gestured. “You know, a room to wash our clothes.” She smirked. “And sheets.” Her grin widened. “And possibly, depending on the mood, our rugs.”
Andrew laughed. “Anything that is summoned will clean itself, but I get the point. I’ll try to keep random tamings to a minimum.” He tapped his chin. “Teleport room, give it four pads to be safe. Laundry room,” He said, glancing at Aella, “for washing clothes. A washroom is where you wash up. In other words, a bathroom. Anything else?”
She humphed. “I’ll still call it a washroom.” She thought. “Unless you want a pool or some sort of recreation area, I can’t think of anything.”
Andrew shook his head. “Training arena can double as most anything. This morning it was a dojo.” He glanced around. “Nothing?”
Lyn wiped her chin and poured more water. “I’ll put the teleport pads off the entryway. Laundry room can go behind the kitchen.” She gulped the glass down. “The only other thing I can think of is some sort of storage. We’ll have to put materials and supplies somewhere.”
Andrew nodded. “I was going to suggest pokepacks, but we have free space in here, so that’s useless.” He thought for a moment. “Put that down the hallway with the forge and such. For supposed ease of access.”
Claire sighed and pushed her plate away. “Wow. That was really good.” She looked at the Enchantress. “Where’d you get the food?”
Lyn chuckled. “It was summoned with the kitchen.”
Andrew glanced at her. “Where from?”
Lyn smirked. “Somewhere.”
He sighed. “If I brought a Megami in here, would she have a fit?”
Lyn smiled angelicly. “Sir, if you brought a Megami in here, I doubt she would last long enough to have enough energy to care much about what I was doing.”
Andrew laughed. “A fair point.” He frowned. “Another thing I should mention. I loathe celestials.” He shrugged. “Not as a matter of course, since there will always be the few that aren’t stuck up bitches, but most are. Especially if they’re part of the Alliance.” He groaned. “God help them if they try to insert someone in here. I’d probably kill her before she could get a word in edgewise.” He glared around the table. “We are not going on any stupid quests to make the world a better place. Too many people get killed that way.”
Claire raised a lazy hand. “Just a reminder that the pinnacle of my evolutions, and to a lesser extent, myself, are Celestial.”
Andrew grinned. “Are you a stuck up bitch?”
Claire shrugged. “Someone has been sticking things up me, does that count?”
He laughed and shook his head. “If it did, I wouldn’t be able to stand any pokegirls.” He stood and made his way up the staircase. “Grab Grace. We’re moving out soon.” He called and went into the pokegirl hallway.
Scanning the doors on either side, he noticed that one side had already been changed. Save for the second door on his left, the rest of that side of the hallway all reflected the pokegirl that had claimed it. Passing Claire’s obvious door at the beginning, which was emblazoned with a giant red A on a silver background, he surveyed the others. It looked like Grace had gone for a solid blast door, and he was willing to bet the walls were plastered with guns. Next was what he guessed was Lyn’s door, since the beautiful wood seemed to shimmer with multiple colors as his perspective changed. Glancing at the end of the hallway he noticed Aella’s room, which was the only door so far to have a window, through which sunlight streamed. However he stopped at Adria’s jet black door and pushed it slightly. The obsidian swung open smoothly, and he stepped inside, where a bunch of life sized dolls were scattered across the floor. Stepping carefully around them he made his way to the bed and glared at the apparition floating above it. “Oi. Wake up.”
The Groaning yawned and blinked at him sleepily. “Oh, hi. What’s up?”
He prodded a doll with his foot. “Well, for starters, this place is a mess.”
Adria grinned. “It’s my room. I can do what I want.” She sighed. “Damn it, I didn’t stay attached when I fell asleep.”
Andrew glanced at the form on her bed. “Oh?”
She dove back down into the body, Adria rolling over to gaze at him. He took a step back. “Where did you get that?”
Adria sat up slowly. “It’s not real. Not really real at least.”
Andrew’s mouth worked for a few moments. “I would be inclined to believe you if I didn’t know how your breed worked.” She was possessing what looked to be a Selkie. And it was incredibly lifelike.
She shook her head. “I didn’t kill anybody. Lyn helped me.”
Andrew sat on the floor. “Explain.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and dangled her feet off. “You remember the body that you were forced to destroy when you first met me, right?” He nodded. “Well, she more or less rebuilt it for me.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “I can accept that. Does it, ah, work the way it’s supposed to?”
She grinned and spread her legs, probing her vagina. “It lubricates just fine. I haven’t had a chance to test it fully yet.” She said and winked at him.
Andrew shuddered. “Interesting. I would ask for a demonstration, but until that occurs, it still creeps me out.” He turned away. “And we need to get moving.”
Adria pouted but left the doll and followed him. “Why don’t you want a demonstration nowww?” She whined.
He chuckled. “Claire already punched my dance card for the morning. Maybe tonight, or whenever you’re slated into the taming rotation.” He looked at her questioningly. “Aren’t you able to take solid form without a body?”
Adria shook her head vigorously. “Nope. I can be balled without a body, but that’s about it.” She glanced at him. “Speaking of, you still haven’t technically captured me yet. Someone could steal me.”
Andrew frowned. “The first person to try will find themselves inexplicably floating alongside you.” She giggled and he continued. “But you’re right. I’ll grab an empty pokeball and we’ll register it to you.”
They headed downstairs where Grace waited. “Claire told me we’re heading out. They’re already outside.”
Andrew nodded and motioned for her to turn around. “Pack, please.” He asked, scrolling through the menu before retrieving a pokeball and tossing it at Adria. “Heads up!”
The Groaning juggled it for a few seconds before the capture beam activated and sucked her in, the pokeball falling back into Andrew’s outstretched hand. “Oh, my!” He cried, pretending to be holding the two halves shut. “It’s a feisty one!”
Grace rolled her eyes and exited the tent. “You’re a dork.”
Andrew chuckled and triggered the release, storing the pokeball on his belt. “So, shall we go?” He asked Adria.
She shook her head. “Grace was correct. You are a dork.”
Andrew pouted. “You heard that?”
Adria winked at him. “You should be careful what you say around my pokeball.”
Andrew nodded gravely. “I suppose so.” They stepped into the sunlight. “If I’m not careful I might express my undying love to a certain Ghost-type. Now, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?”
Adria sighed and zipped over to the others, Andrew following at a slightly more sedate pace. “Alright. Anyone want to guess what we’re doing next?”
Grace raised her hand. “Shooting something.”
Aella groaned and gently shoved the Mini-Top. “I have no doubt he will let you do that.”
Grace grinned. “Good.”
Andrew shook his head. “If you’re quite done…?” He waited until they nodded. “Good. We’re actually going back to Plymouth. There’s a few people I would like to say hello to.” He grinned at Claire’s face. “There’s also a gym there. It’s not solely a booty call.”
She sighed. “And I suspect you expect us to walk?”
Andrew shrugged. “It was only a couple hours by truck.”
She glared at him. “And easily three days by foot.”
He threw his arms up. “Well, if you have a better idea, speak up.”
“I’ve been to Plymouth.” Lyn said from behind him. He turned. “I was shuffled through multiple ranches before you found me in London. Now that I can teleport I can probably take you to quite a few of the cities in Southern Blue.” She blushed. “And a few in Edo.”
Andrew shook his head. “And you didn’t tell me sooner?” He griped. “But hey, that makes things easier. Let’s get going.”
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Andrew stepped away from Lyn and peered at the walled city. “Boy, it’s been a while since I was here. It holds some memories.” He glanced at her. “Not all of them good.”
She hugged him. “Same here. Who are you meeting?”
He skipped down the hill towards the gate. “The Police Chief and head Nurse.” He winked at her. “I have connections.”
Lyn giggled. “I know for a fact that your connector is highly skilled.”
Andrew laughed. “Quite the compliment.”
The reached the gate and Andrew pulled it open, making his way through the streets towards the pokecenter. “I hope she’s on duty.”
Lyn nodded and stayed by his side as they passed other tamers, doing her best to avoid their gazes. They were almost successful.
“Hey, shithead.” Andrew kept walking, ignoring Lyn’s terrified look. “Hey! I’m fucking talking to you you bastard!” The man yelled, running after them. Andrew waited until he was almost on them before turning. “Oh, look. It’s the wife. How’s Hino doing?”
The man’s eyes glinted dangerously. “He’s still in fucking jail because of you. You messed with the wrong family, fucker.”
Andrew shrugged. “What, you’re brother and sister, too? Geez, he couldn’t even marry outside of the family. What a shame.” He pushed Lyn behind himself as the man’s face began to glow red. “Oh dear, someone’s getting a bit warm. Maybe you should get your temperature taken. Cooking your brain like that isn’t very healthy.” He pretended to peer at the man’s head. “Oh, never mind. There’s nothing left there to burn.”
Lyn clutched him tightly as the man flexed his hands angrily. “Why are you taunting him?” She whispered.
He spoke without looking away from the seething man in front of him. “I’ll tell you the full story later. But he’s a piece of shit.” He grinned when the man turned away. “What’s wrong, tough girl? Gonna go cry to mommy?”
The man turned slightly as he walked away. “Sleep with one eye open tonight, asshole.”
Andrew snorted and waved. “I’ll do better than that. I’ll make sure to tame with them both closed. Since I know how to find a hole.” He gave him a mock salute. “Bu bye now!” He called, quickly wheeling about and pushing Lyn into the pokecenter.
Amy was watching him from behind the counter. “I wasn’t expecting to ever see you again.”
Andrew sighed. “I seem to have some unfinished business here.” He gave her a tired smile. “Although not all of it is unpleasant.” He stripped his belt after recalling Lyn and handed it to her. “There we go. A bit heavier since the last time you saw me.”
Amy nodded and took the belt. “Healing and cleaning?” She waited for his nod. “Alright, I’ll be right back.” She called, disappearing into the back.
Andrew groaned and took a seat, rubbing his eyes. Why had he kept goading the man? It had felt good, he knew that much. But it was dangerous. What if he had had a gun? And had decided to shoot him? Not to mention his final threat. He shuddered. He would have to be careful.
Amy re emerged and waved him over. “Here you go Andrew. And May wanted to speak to you, but she wasn’t able to reach your pokedex.”
Andrew nodded. “Sorry about that. I had to destroy the old one.” He looked around. “Is she here?”
Amy nodded. “She’s at the station. So, uh, will you be spending the night?”
Andrew cracked a smile. “I could.”
She smiled. “I’d like that, and I think May would too, once you got the hat off.”
He chuckled. “Alrighty then. I’m going to go see her now, see what she wants.”
Amy waved as he exited the center and walked a few buildings down to the station. Heading inside he rang the bell and looked around for an attendant.
After a few moments May pushed through a door and gave him a smile. “Mr. Ranger. I’m glad you got my message.”
Andrew shook his head. “That’s actually why I’m here. I didn’t. I have a new number.”
May frowned. “Ah. That would be why your response never came electronically.” She shrugged. “Regardless, I needed to inform you of the development of Hino’s case.”
Andrew chuckled and sat down. “I’m going to guess his stay has been extended.”
May looked at him curiously. “Yes. How did you know?”
“I met his friend on the way into town. He wasn’t happy with me.”
May sucked air between her teeth. “You met Darien?” At his nod she continued. “Be very careful. He’s made vague threats against you.”
Andrew laughed nervously. “He wasn’t very vague today.” He pulled out his pokedex, which had been recording since he heard the first insult. “Hear for yourself.”
May pulled up the relevant file and hit play. As it progressed her expression grew more and more worried. “You taunted him? Are you aware that that was not a very smart thing to do?”
Andrew winced. “In hindsight? Yes. At the moment I was protecting my Enchantress. He wasn’t going to cow me.”
May shook her head. “That was valiant of you, Mr. Ranger, but foolish. Very foolish. I think you might want to sleep at the station tonight.”
Andrew grinned. “On the contrary. I’m going to sleep in the pokecenter common room, all alone.”
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<00:00, Plymouth Pokecenter>
The shadowy figure picked its way through the sleeping tamers to hover over the man in the far corner of the room. A nightstick slid out with a slight hiss and a hand grabbed the sleeping man’s head, yanking him upright.
And dislocating the dummy’s neck.
Cursing, with the pretend skull dangling from his hand the shadow turned around in time to be blinded by May’s spotlight. “Stop right there, Darien. You are under arrest for attempted murder.” She motioned a deputy forward. “Cuff him.”
Darien stood still long enough for the deputy to step into the spotlight before ducking and sprinting towards the door. As he passed, one of the tamers stuck his arm out and tripped the man, sending him headfirst into the benches, where he lay groaning.
The tamer sat up and revealed themselves to be Grace, who grinned at the twitching man. “Darien! Long time no see!” The Mini-Top hopped up and quickly grabbed the man’s arms. “Oh, dear. You seem to have hurt yourself. Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.” She said cheerfully, yanking him none to gently out the door.
May started to follow her. “HEY! Wait!” She yelled, but stopped at the hand on her shoulder.
“I think you’ll find Darien bound and at the police station in the morning.” Andrew said. “And I highly doubt there will be any physical injuries.” He glanced around meaningfully. “Have you seen Amy around here?”
May glared at him. “I am on the clock, sir. That pokegirl is aiding a criminal.”
Andrew chuckled and checked his watch. “You said you would be on the clock until midnight, correct?”
May watched him warily. “I did.”
He reached up and grabbed her hat. “Then you’re off the clock.” He put it haphazardly on his own head. “Look! The Deputy got a promotion!”
May bit her lip. “Do I want to know how long it will take Darien to reach the station?”
Andrew gazed back at her coolly. “Hino abused Stacy to the point of evolution. I would guess that Darien helped.” He smiled. “Do you want me to answer your question?” He unbuttoned her uniform and pulled her towards the door. “Or would you rather do something else?”
May sighed and snatched her hat back. “I suppose I would rather do something else.” She glanced at him. “Will Amy join us?”
Andrew shrugged. “I hear she’s got an early morning call. Other than that, probably.”
May nodded resolutely. “Well, in that case we had better finish soon.” She winked at him. “Nurses need all the sleep they can get.”
Andrew grinned. “And policewomen?”
She purred and unlocked the door to her house. “We keep the fuzzy cuffs at home.”
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<12:00, Plymouth>
Andrew walked into the police station with Grace tailing him. He blinked at the man sitting on the floor. “The heck? Darien what happened to you? You’re all tied up!”
The man glared at him and started to struggle before he noticed the silent Mini-Top at Andrew'ss shoulder, at which point he sat perfectly still.
And pissed himself.
May emerged from the back room with a pair of shears. “Oh, for goodness sake. I warned you not to urinate again.” She hoisted the hogtied man and cut the cords around his legs. “Mr. Ranger. Good to see you. Would you mind cleaning that up while I escort this man here to his cell?” She pulled Darien along. “Come on.”
Andrew sighed and looked for some paper towels. “His head isn’t bruised.”
Grace gave him a neutral look. “And that means?”
He started cleaning up the urine. “He went head first into a bench. There’s no bruise.”
She shrugged. “The man must have a tough skull.”
Andrew grunted his acknowledgement and finished cleaning. “Do you feel better?”
Grace shivered slightly. “Much.”
Andrew nodded. “Good.” He threw the towels away and looked for a bathroom. “Now I’m going to wash my hands, deliver my statement, and meet back up with the others.” He found a sink and scrubbed the urine off. “We’re challenging the gym tomorrow. I want Lyn and Adria ready to go, and we need to get Aella up to speed with everyone.” He dried his hands. “Which means 2v3. You and Claire versus the others.”
Grace sneered. “I have to fight alongside her?”
Andrew bounced the wet towel off her head. “You can drop the act. You respect each other.”
Grace nodded grudgingly. “I’ll never forgive her for that fight.”
Andrew chuckled. “I know you won’t. It keeps you working hard. I like that.” He stroked his chin. “Claire knows that too. I may be the tamer, but the Alpha chooses the Beta.” He glanced at her. “Which we don’t have designated yet.”
Grace shook her head. “The Alpha and Beta need to work together seamlessly. Claire and I would never have that.” She shrugged. “It’ll probably be Lyn.”
Andrew frowned. “Why not Adria or Aella?”
Grace ticked her fingers. “They’re inhumanoid. They’re the newest additions. And neither of them are as useful as an Enchantress.”
Andrew shook his head. “In a fight, Adria would kick Lyn’s butt. And Aella wouldn’t be too far behind.”
Grace shrugged. “But Claire knows Lyn will want you. It’s in her nature. So she’ll take the easy route and hand her the position.” She frowned. “And I said useful, not powerful. We wouldn’t have the tent we had if not for her.”
Andrew grunted. “Have you ever met an Enchantress?”
Grace shook her head. “No, why?”
He chuckled. “Give her the title of Beta and she’ll forget it exists within the day. Once Lyn gets started on a project she won’t emerge until it’s done. I’ve heard of Enchantresses who starved to death with food sitting in front of them because she was focused on something.”
Grace frowned. “Wouldn’t she go feral first?”
Andrew smirked. “I never said her lust for her tamer stopped during that time.” He shrugged. “Pretty soon that’s nearly all she’ll be – tinkering in her lab until she’s horny, at which point she’ll come find me.” He sighed. “I’m going to do my best to keep that from getting too bad, but fair warning. It might.”
Grace nodded. “Fair enough.” She tapped her foot impatiently. “What’s keeping May?”
Andrew shrugged and pushed the door to the cells open. “Officer? Are you alright?” He called. He jumped when May rounded the corner rubbing her side. “What happened?”
May shut and locked the door. “Add assaulting a Police Officer to Darien’s crimes.” She replied.
Andrew chuckled nervously. “Will you be ok?”
She nodded. “I just need you to swear that your written statement is correct and you’re free to go.” She replied, waiting for him to do that. Once he had she signed and sealed the paper, dropping it into a folder. “Thank you, Mr. Ranger. I hope you have a wonderful day.”
Andrew nodded back as he left. “Thank you, Officer. I’ll be sure to mention your injury to the Rapha on duty.”
May gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
They stepped outside and Andrew immediately glanced at Grace. “No.”
She rubbed her shoulder holster. “It would only take one shot.”
“I said no.”
She hissed and slapped the building. “They don’t deserve to live.”
Andrew gazed at her. “I would agree. But the instant you pull that trigger you’re the same as they are.” He shook his head. “A murder is not something I can look away from.”
Grace hesitated but nodded. “They aren’t getting out any time soon, are they?”
“No. Darien in particular is going to be in trouble for a long, long time.” Andrew shrugged. “Attempted murder on a human and assault of a police officer? With a good judge that’s a death sentence. With a better one?” He grinned. “That’s Genesis.”
Grace cocked her head. “Genesis?”
Andrew blinked. “Sorry, one second.” He replied, poking his head into the pokecenter to let Amy know about May before ducking back out again. “What were we talking about again?”
Grace looked at him. “Genesis.”
Andrew winced. “Forget that word.” He looked at her and Grace was surprised at the fear in his eyes. “There are some things, Grace, that I wish I did not know.”
She nodded mutely. “Then I can only hope that is what awaits him.”
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<16:00, Plymouth>
Andrew sat watching the two sides square off. He was particularly interested in Adria, wanting to see how the Groaning performed in her new body. Or old body, he corrected himself. Grace had been the most surprised by it, considering she had been there when the figure in front of her had supposedly been incinerated, but after a quick explanation she had been fine with it.
Claire stood sizing up the battle. “Of course this would be simple if he let us use anything decent, but this is supposed to be a learning exercise.” She glanced meaningfully at the bored Mini-Top. “Not a massacre.”
Grace snorted. “I’m only worried about Adria. Aella won’t be able to touch us and Lyn is physically weaker than she is.”
Claire watched as Lyn lay her hands on her teammates’ heads and began chanting softly. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”
Grace frowned at the glow that surrounded Adria and Aella. “Should I be worried?”
Claire summoned a wooden sword and shield. “Unfortunately, yes. Andrew seems to have given them no limits. And more than a few ideas.”
Grace hopped lightly between her feet. “Knock Lyn out and the effect should stop, yes?” She grinned at Claire’s nod. “Then there’s our target.”
Andrew waited from his position on the side where he acted as referee. “Is everyone ready?” He called, taking in the chorus of affirmations. “Very well.” He yelled, activating the recording software, “Begin!”
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Grace collapsed at Andrew’s call to cease and lay there panting. “Really… Glad… You’re with us, Lyn.” She gasped out. The Enchantress tried to formulate a reply but fell backwards instead, attempting to gasp in enough oxygen to feed her starved muscles. The others were in a similar state – despite being protected and enhanced by Lyn’s spell, both Adria and Aella were covered in bruises from hits, and Claire was on her knees.
Andrew jogged in. “If anyone needs immediate medical assistance, stop breathing.” He called jokingly. He was answered with a tired groan from the harem. He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a no. Dinner will be served in an hour. Get washed up and-“ he froze when Claire’s wings and armor sprang to life as she sprang towards him. “Get refreshed?” He squeaked as she impacted his chest, toppling them both backwards onto the ground.
She glared at him. “Do you know how it feels to be outmatched again?” She hissed, her eyes beginning to glow red. “Do you know how INFURIATING it is to be reminded of that? WHY DID YOU LET US FIGHT AS LONG AS WE DID?”
Andrew’s mouth worked. “I, it was a battle! You have to fight until you win, or you lose!” He matched her gaze. “That is something you need to learn, Hauteclere!” She blinked at the use of her full name. “You have been defeated twice in fights because you didn’t want to use your full power! This time, I merely took away that choice.” He was on a roll now, cowing her back slightly. “In Coventry, you nearly lost to a Lamia who you had beaten! Because. You. Stopped. In Shrewsbury, you kept from using some of your techniques, which caused you to be taken down by the Lupina. Do you remember the only fight you have completely won?” He looked to Grace. “Maybe you can fill her in.”
The Mini-Top sneered. “The only time Hauteclere has been successful was when she obliterated me, here in Plymouth.” She shook her head. “But Claire is a Valkyrie. Of course she would go easy on her opponents.”
The red began to creep back into Claire’s eyes as she whirled on Grace. “Easy? Go EASY?” She screeched, lunging for the Mini-Top’s throat. “I’LL FUCKING SHOW YOU HOW EASY MY OPPONENTS ARE!”
Andrew dropped the pokedex, still recording, and bolted for the door. “Adria, Aella, Lyn, get out of here!” He turned to see them dodging around the writhing mass Grace and Claire had become. “MOVE!”
They dove out the door and Andrew immediately slapped the wall. “Window.” He shook Lyn slightly. “Window!”
She nodded mutely and a window appeared looking in on the arena. “Why did you do that?” A small voice asked.
Andrew glanced at Aella, who was shaking in fear. “For the last few months Grace has continually goaded Claire into fights. You’ve seen how they always end in draws.” He turned his attention back to the whirlwind. “I always knew the reason was because Claire didn’t want to fight at her full strength. Like me, things were locked away when the Goths tortured her. The only way for her to heal, and to allow her to progress, was to break her barriers.” He winced. “The psychic feedback is making me wonder whether or not it will be worth it.”
“What do you plan to do?”
He sighed. “Grace is fighting for her life. As much as she likes to taunt Claire, she would be no match for her if Claire ever truly wanted to fight.” He gestured at the momentary silence in the arena. “See for yourself.”
Claire was standing nearly perfectly still, her glowing red eyes picking apart her opponent. Grace, on the other hand, was covered in cuts and was panting heavily. She winced when Claire raised her katana again. “Can… Can I surrender?” She asked feebly.
Claire’s face didn’t change. “No.” She replied, continuing to stand and gaze at Grace.
Andrew frowned. “What is she doing?”
Lyn peeked around the corner. “She’s charging something. Something bad.” She squeaked and disappeared again when Claire’s sword began to move.
Andrew fished through his pockets and withdrew a pair of glasses. “Charging something like what-“ He started to say, swearing as he put the glasses on. “OH, SHIT.”
Adria reached up and grabbed the glasses of his face, peering through them. She froze. “What the hell is that?”
A red mist was beginning to coalesce around the motionless Valkyrie, shining the same color as her eyes. “That is my fault, I’m afraid.” Andrew replied, passing the glasses to Aella, who took one look and handed them back to him. “I was not expecting her mind to be structured similarly to mine.” He shook his head. “Although the whole ‘summoning more than one blade and having multiple sets of armor’ should have probably given me a hint.”
Aella’s demeanor suddenly changed as she watched Claire curiously. “Is she a threat?” She glanced meaningfully at Andrew. “Is she a threat to you?”
Andrew frowned and glanced at the Naga. “No. She is not a threat.” He slowly took the glasses off his face and stowed them away. “Nobody here is a threat to me.” He chuckled weakly. “Or you.”
She shrugged and turned back to the window, Claire now stepping slowly towards Grace. “Good.”
Andrew shuddered and tried to ignore the black aura Aella had suddenly started emitting. That one was definitely not his fault.
Inside, Grace was still trying to reason with the enraged Valkyrie. “Look, you won. You definitely won. Andrew said dinner’s going to be ready soon, so why don’t we just-?” She stopped as Claire dashed forward and sliced her sword across Grace’s throat.
Claire gazed at her disdainfully. “That should keep you from talking.” She stepped back as Grace clawed at her severed vocal cords, air bubbling through the wound. “I will now accept your surrender.” She waited for a few moments. “No? Very well.” She spat, taking another step towards the dying Mini-Top.
Outside, Andrew threw the door open. “That’s more than enough.” He cried, triggering Grace’s return beam. “Mini-Top Grace is unable to fight. Valkyrie Claire is the victor!” He yelled before slamming the door shut again and handing Grace’s pokeball to Adria. “Go. Pokecenter. NOW.”
She took off and he braced the door. “Lyn, I need you to keep the spell intact.” He was thrown away as Claire battered the door. “If she breaks through before she registers that the battle is over, this will all be for nothing!”
Lyn nodded and placed her hands next to his on the door. “What even was the purpose of all this?”
Andrew winced as the door shook again, accompanied by a scream of rage from inside. “Two reasons. Grace needed to be taught a lesson about her attitude towards her family, and secondly,” He grunted and braced the door. “Claire needed to work out some issues. She’s been more than powerful enough to evolve for almost a week. Just like you had to take that step a few days ago, right now she needs to let go and make the transition.” He paused when no new attacks came. “Aella, what is she doing?”
The Naga poked her head into the window. “She’s just standing there.” She blinked. “She’s not sweating but she’s panting pretty heavily.”
Andrew sighed in relief and looked inside. “Oh, thank goodness.” He watched as a glow began to spread across Claire’s body. “She finally registered that she won the fight.”
They watched as the glow engulfed her, blinking when it seemed to explode, shredding Claire’s summoned armor and leaving her sword embedded in the wall. At the epicenter Claire lay on the ground. Andrew glanced at Lyn. “Mind summoning two outfits in her size?”
Lyn nodded and handed him a pile of clothing. “What happened?”
He pulled open the door and knelt beside the unconscious Armsmistress, making sure to check for breath. “Armsmistresses can’t summon their own armor until they make it. Claire doesn’t own any normal clothes.” He chuckled and lifted her gently. “So the evolution forced her to strip.”
Lyn gave a barking laugh and hugged her own body. “Does the same thing happen to Archmages?”
Andrew chuckled and walked out the door with Claire in his arms. “Not that I know of.” He looked around. “Come on. She needs rest first, but when she wakes up she’ll be ravenous.” He grunted and made his way up the stairs. “And I’m worried about Grace.”
Lyn hopped up the steps, Aella choosing to go to the kitchen instead. “Won’t she be ok?”
Andrew nodded and lay Claire on his bed. “Grace should be fine. I’m more worried that this fight will have forever created a rift between the two.” He rubbed his face. “I’m hoping not.”
They turned when Adria poked her head into the bedroom. “Other than Amy being worried sick, everything’s fine. Grace is healed up and awfully quiet, though.” She said, glancing at the bed. “I take it this was worth it?”
Andrew stepped out of the way to let her see Claire’s slumbering form. “It was for her. Now I need to make sure Grace is alright.” He replied, making his way to the dining room, where Grace sat staring at a plate. He sat down next to her. “Aella, would you mind grabbing me a roll and some bacon from this morning?” The Naga nodded slightly and glanced at Grace as she exited the room.
They sat in silence for a few seconds before Grace spoke up. “I deserved that, didn’t I?” She whispered.
Andrew hummed softly and gently massaged her shoulder. “Did you?”
She shivered. “yes.”
Andrew chuckled. “Now, I do admit Claire went a bit overboard, but you’ve been nearly begging her for a beating for a long, long time.” He accepted his food from Aella, who curled up nearby. “And I think her going easy on you just made it worse.”
Grace nodded. “Before today… I would have sworn she was an unfit Alpha. I was stronger. It didn’t seem right that just because she had seniority, you gave her the job.” She rubbed her throat. “I was wrong.”
Andrew grinned. “There’s more to that job than just being the strongest. Especially now that the harem is growing, she’s going to be extremely busy.” He gave Grace a small smile. “She’s going to need everyone’s support.”
She leaned against him. “Does she hate me?”
He glanced behind her. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Grace twisted around. “Come and sit with us Claire.”
Claire pushed off the doorframe that she had been leaning on. “I hear we’ll be having dinner soon.”
Andrew gasped as she plopped down in his lap. “That was the plan, yes.” He managed as she shifted around. “How are you feeling?”
She shrugged. “I’m mostly tired. Bruises can wait.” She appraised Grace. “I see you found your voice. Is there a way you would like to use it?”
Grace bowed her head. “I was wrong to say what I did. You are worthy of your position.”
Claire nodded. “I’m glad to hear you say that.” She picked at the t-shirt she was wearing. “Although I am a mite bit pissed about my armor.”
Andrew chuckled. “You can thank Lyn for the clothes you have. We’ll also have to buy you some now.” He pouted. “You all just keep draining my account.”
She laughed. “And I’m about to drain it more. I expect real materials for my armor.”
Lyn poked her head in. “Then you haven’t checked the forge yet. It’s filled with just about anything you could use.” She grinned. “And as long as you’re not a celestial, the origins of those materials shouldn’t be a problem.”
Claire tapped her chest. “Oh, right.” She thought for a moment and her wings appeared. She winked at Lyn. “I dunno. Am I a celestial?”
Lyn chuckled nervously. “No?”
Claire laughed and dragged the lightly protesting Enchantress away. “You can show me the forge, then.” She said, disappearing down the hallway.
Andrew turned back to Grace. “Feeling better?” She nodded slightly. “Both of us could hear that your apology was real. I doubt Claire will pursue the matter much more.” He frowned at her. “The thing that really set her off was you disrespecting her name. Joking is fine, but when you insult a family member you need to be ready for the consequences.” He stretched and slid out of his chair. “Now then. I believe I was about to make dinner?”
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<10:00, Plymouth>
Andrew ducked inside the store and made a beeline towards the headsets, waving off the attendant that moved to intercept him. She walked up to him anyways. “What can I help you find today, sir?”
He glanced at her, immediately warming when he noticed she was a Cyber-Nymph. “Yes, I’m looking for a battle-ready com system. Can you show me what you have?”
The Nymph nodded and pointed at the display case. “We have quite a few models here, but our most comprehensive system is to the side.” She said, pointing at a tiny earbud. “Rotating channels should keep your communications secure from most forms of attack, while the reinforced alloy absorbs shocks both electrical and physical. With effective range out to 500 meters, and some signals being received all the way out to a kilometer, it should be sufficient for any situation you may find yourself in.” She smiled. “And with a built-in solar charger and conductive skin, it can be charged with either a short stint of sunlight or a quick electric attack.”
Andrew nodded thoughtfully. “And I suppose, just for me, you’ll add an additional 10% to the price?”
The Nymph frowned. “I would never do that to a customer, sir.” She grinned. “No, it’s merely 60,000 SLC for the unit.”
Andrew choked. “SIXTY THOUSAND?” He gaped at her. “I could nearly buy a pokedex with that kind of money!”
She shrugged. “If you don’t like the price, some of our lesser models can be docked to only 30,000.”
Andrew ground his teeth. “Or we can return to the first choice and you can bring it down to an actually reasonable price.”
She smiled. “You can try, sir, but our prices are carefully calculated. There isn’t much room for negotiation.”
Andrew smirked. “You said 60,000?” The Nymph nodded. “The alloy. I assume its murisium?” He continued at the Nymph’s shocked look. “Thought as much. And if it is, that means there were undoubtedly Minimice also involved in the construction. Taking into account those two facts and you can see that 60,000 per unit is a tad high.”
She blinked. “50,000 per unit is a nice rounded price.”
He smiled. “And if you had said that at first I would have been inclined to agree. However, I would be willing to estimate the total cost of producing one of these units to only be around 20,000 SLC. On a bad day. Even with any shipping costs, which would be mitigated by a teleporting pokegirl, I doubt a 200% markup is fair, no?”
She bit her lip. “48,000.”
He grinned. “40,000.”
She shook her head. “I went down 20% off the normal price. 48.”
Andrew shrugged. “I’d pay 45,000. Nothing more.”
She grimaced. “45,000 and the store would only be making a 8,000 profit. I can do 47,490 and not an SLC less.”
Andrew snorted. “I come up 5,000 and you come down 500?”
She grinned. “I come down 12,000 and you only come up 5,000?”
Andrew laughed. “Fair enough. I’ll take –“ He checked his balance. “…I’ll take seven for now.” He winced. “And can I get a price lock on the item? I’ll want many more in the future.”
The Nymph gave him a smile. “I’m afraid I am unable to price lock deals. However I am more than willing to keep your name on file, and we will honor the 60,000 SLC price whenever you wish.”
Andrew groaned. “Fine. Just take my money and be done with it.” He grumbled, handing her his ‘dex.
She grinned and tapped a few buttons before handing it back. “Let me go grab those for you sir.” She replied cheerfully, disappearing behind the counter, reappearing shortly with a stack of boxes. She set them down and popped open the top box, showing him the unit inside. “And here we are. They will need an original charge; would you like me to do that for you?” She asked. Andrew nodded and she swiftly unpacked the rest and sent a thundershock buzzing down the line. “That should take care of it. I thank you for shopping with us, and hope that you have success in your future!” She said, handing the bag with the coms inside to Andrew. He nodded and gave her a smile before pushing back into the street, his face quickly morphing into a grimace.
He released Grace and tossed her a unit. “Crush that.”
She caught it and gave him a confused look. “Crush it?”
He nodded. “Try and crush it.” She squeezed it for a few seconds before stopping and showing it to him unharmed. “Good. Pop it in. We’re going to the gym.” She nestled the earpiece under her long ear and started to say something when Andrew triggered Aella and Adria’s releases, handing each of them an earpiece as well. He looked at her. “Yes?”
Grace shrugged. “Was just going to ask what channel.”
Andrew frowned. “Oh. I’m an idiot. Channel… 6.” He stopped. “Actually no. Channel 7 will be the tamer channel. We’ll use 1-6 as team channels.”
Grace frowned. “Team channels?”
Andrew chuckled. “I asked Lyn for a lot more bedrooms, remember? I plan on having a small army at my disposal.”
Grace counted on her fingers. “Six team channels, so six teams, harem size is 6, so I’m guessing six teams of six?”
Andrew nodded. “Six teams of six, each headed by a seventh who reports to me. If I ever expanded the system it would double, going to twelve teams of six, with six ‘girls holding sway over two teams each. And at that point there would be enough pokegirls to form a small town.”
Grace chuckled. “And that would classify as a small army.”
“Yup. And now we’re going to the gym, so everyone’s going back up.” He said, triggering their return beams and striding down the street to the gym. Stepping inside he glanced around and noticed the two separate seating areas, but made his way to the desk instead.
The Growlie sitting there smiled warmly at him. “Here to challenge the gym?” She asked. “If so, how many pokegirls will form your team today?”
Andrew nodded. “I have three pokegirls today.”
The Growlie tapped a few keys. “Very well, we’ll get you matched with another good challenger for your battle today.” She said, motioning him towards a seat near where a few other tamers sat. “Please be seated and you and your partner will be called as soon as possible.”
Andrew frowned. “Partner?”
The Growlie bobbed her head. “Here at the Plymouth Gym we normally hold two versus two battles, or one versus two if the challenger is talented enough. For the rare occasion that Ms. Garcia faces a challenger herself, the battle is always a tag team battle.”
Andrew nodded. “So you don’t do 1v1 fights here?”
She shook her head. “None that include one pokegirl on either side.”
Andrew shrugged. “Alright then.” He muttered, taking a seat. “This ought to be an interesting experience.” He glanced at the handful of other tamers sitting nearby, but gave up once he noticed none of them seemed interested in talking.
After a short while the Growlie looked up. “Mr. Ranger and Mr. Wood, we’re ready for you.”
Andrew and a surly looking young man stood at her call, Andrew sticking his hand out. “I’m Andrew. And you are?”
The man brushed his hand aside. “Don’t care.”
Andrew stood for a few seconds with a bemused grin on his face. Snorting, he followed the other tamer to a battle arena where two men awaited. The first one smiled and stuck out his hand. “Good morning. I’m Ben and this is Lenny.”
The other tamer sneered. “Matching names. Cute.”
Andrew ignored him and took Ben’s hand. “I’m Andrew. Nice to meet you.”
Ben grinned. “Likewise.” He glanced at the other tamer, who was busy tapping his foot. “And you are?”
The kid rolled his eyes. “You’ve got my name from the tits out front. Let’s just get this over with.”
Ben’s grin disappeared while Lenny’s grew. “Very well.” He glanced apologetically at Andrew. “I’ll be sure to waive the timer for a re-challenge.”
Andrew shrugged. “As much as I hate to do it, I’m going to try to win this.”
The kid snickered. “I’m surprised getting beat every night isn’t enough for you.”
Andrew’s gaze grew cold. “Two and two. Let’s get this started before you strike out.”
The other tamer made to respond but stopped at the look in Andrew’s eyes. “Fine, whatever…”
Andrew strode to his side of the challenger’s box and began juggling a pokeball while the judge took their position. “This is a 2v2, six pokegirl battle. Participants ready? Begin!”
Andrew released Aella, his partner releasing a Cheshire and the two GA’s releasing a Plussy and Mibobsy. “Ha! I knew it!”
Andrew turned towards the kid slowly. “Yes?” He asked in a deceptively calm voice.
The kid grinned triumphantly. “Knew you were a dyke from the moment I saw you. How’s it feel to get penetrated by your lesbo over there?”
Andrew beamed. “And we’re done here.” He recalled Aella and turned away from the battle arena. “Ben, Lenny, I apologize that I am unable to give you a decent fight. Maybe next time.” He grinned at the suddenly worried kid. “Do enjoy the 2v1 for me.”
He strode out the door accompanied by the other tamer’s protests. “Hey, he can’t do that! This is a 2v2!” Andrew closed the door and winced at the sound of a body hitting the ground as the Cheshire got flattened.
“And now it’s over.” He muttered. He shrugged and stopped at the receptionists’ desk. “Please tell Ben and Lenny that while I appreciate their offer, I won’t be returning until I qualify for a 1v2 battle.” He strode out the door moments before the badmouther was unceremoniously dumped into the lobby by a stone-faced Lenny.
The GA watched him in contempt. “Get up and leave. You are unable to re-challenge this gym for one week. Have a nice day.” He turned to the Growlie as the kid scampered away. “Please send the other tamer a sincere apology note.”
She nodded. “He said he wouldn’t be returning until he qualifies for a 1v2 battle.”
Lenny smiled. “Then please include that we will enjoy having him back once he has a full harem.” He turned to the two remaining tamers. “Anyone else going to be a piece of shit, or can I have a real battle?”
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Andrew walked into the tent and released Adria, Aella, and Grace, tossing them the three remaining com pieces. “Someone get two of those to Lyn and Claire. Other than that the day is now free. I’ll be in the gym.” He began to pull off his shirt. “And if you want to know what happened ask Adria.”
Grace glanced at the other two. “Fill me in?”
Adria shrugged. “Andrew didn’t want to put up with a snot-nosed brat.”
Aella hissed. “He insulted him.”
Grace blinked. “Did we win?”
Adria laughed and headed towards the forge. “He forfeited a 2v2 and let the kid get the shit kicked out of him.”
Grace chuckled. “Can’t say I don’t blame him.” She leered at Aella. “Want to help me pass the time?” They jumped when something shook the area. “What the fuck?”
Aella cocked her head. “I hear swearing in the gym.”
Grace snickered and lifted the Naga over her head. “That would be our tamer working out some anger.” She nearly ran up the stairs with Aella in a fireman’s carry. “But I’d much rather you show me what you did to Lyn a few nights ago. Andrew can take care of himself.”
Aella twisted around and sank her fangs into Grace’s butt. “First of all, apply Lust Bite to the desired partner.” She crooned, laughing as Grace threw her onto her bed, the door swinging shut behind them.
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Andrew Ranger
Age: 27
Licenses:
Tamer: Y
Master Tamer: N
Researcher: N
Watcher: N
Breeder: N
Badges:
England; Coventry, Shrewsbury
Wales;
Ireland;
Scotland;
Active Harem:
Hauteclere – Armsmistress, Level 38 (Alpha)
Grace – Mini-Top, Level 36
Lyn – Enchantress, Level 34
Aella – Naga, Level 29
Adria – Groaning, Level 35