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Note: All times are in a mix of military and standard times. For example, 1AM = 0100 hours = 1:00, while 1PM = 1300 hours = 13:00. I hope this will make it easier on readers to understand the timeline while leaving me in a format that I understand better. If it causes too much of a problem I will switch to standard.
Chapter 8
<22:00, Plymouth Pokécenter>
Andrew sat down on the bed in the taming room and surveyed the area. He could see the restraints that he might have to use on Stacy before he tamed her. He didn’t want to do that though, especially since she had already been abused to the point of evolving to a Mini-Top. Shrugging, he turned back to the bed. Stacy was for another day. Today was Claire’s turn. After contemplating the bed for a few seconds, he turned away and sat cross-legged on one of the mats. Since it was a communal taming room he didn’t really want to use the bed. Too many old fluids. Shaking out his arms, he released Claire.
After her evolution, she had grown another few inches, and probably stood close to 5’10” now. Her bust had grown a little too, though she was probably still a B cup. She was holding what appeared to be a Katana, and her wings stretched a good three feet above her head. She was wearing a ruby set in a gold pendant around her neck, and instead of armor she had on a pantsrobe with wings emblazoned at the ankles, with her breasts taped so they wouldn’t interfere with her movement.
Claire looked down at herself then sheepishly at her tamer. “I have no idea why I’m not in armor, sir. This is just what I summoned when I wanted to protect you.” She tapped the necklace and her wings disappeared. “I’m a freak, aren’t I? she asked.
Andrew looked thoughtful. “Actually, I think I’m to blame here. You shouldn’t be able to stand being in this armor, except that you didn’t really like tops when you were a Slicer. I think I may have influenced your evolution with my power, in order to keep you the way you were. If I’m right…” He trailed off.
Claire cocked her head at him. “Did any of the others do things like this?”
Andrew shuddered. “Kerrik got a legendary pregnant. Yea. They did things.”
Claire’s mouth dropped open. “Legendaries can’t get pregnant!”
Andrew shrugged. “Maybe. Anyway, the point is I recognize that armor. And it comes from what could be called one of my dreams. What I’m curious about is why you don’t have a spear and yellow armor, since you blocked a lightning strike… How about this. Claire, I am about to die and you need to summon all of your power. Dismiss and then summon your armor with that in mind.”
Claire nodded and closed her eyes. The tape covering her breasts unraveled and fell away, disintegrating before it touched the ground. In it’s place a metallic bra appeared. Suddenly, Claire’s eyes snapped open and her wings flared to life, as the robe she was wearing vaporized and metallic plates sprang into place on her body, including her wings. Andrew grinned as Claire slowly opened her eyes and stared at the armor that began molding itself into a breastplate. “Andrew, what…?” She started to ask before he raised his hand.
“I just fell off a cliff and you need to fly to save me. Mold your power so your armor would assist with this task.” He said.
Claire focused again and the breastplate finished molding and grew wing-like spikes all along its edges. She gasped as liquid metal flowed along the edges of her wings and formed a thin sheet that Andrew knew would stop a .50 cal bullet.
“And there you go. That’s your serious armor.” He said. Claire now had on a breastplate and greaves on her legs, colored a dull silver. Her stomach was exposed, but Andrew knew the spikes would cover any areas she needed them to. Her wings had a transparent sheet of metal, and he could still see every feather on them, except for along the edges. There Claire had a silver seam, which Andrew guessed was razor sharp. She had silver boots connected to the greaves as well as gauntlets. Her sword had changed to a stockier broadsword, and her ruby necklace was now the focal point of the breastplate.
“Wow… How did you know?” Claire asked in a hushed whisper.
“Get out of that and I’ll tell you.” Andrew said with a smile. Claire nodded and dismissed her armor, getting back into her tank top and shorts. Andrew patted the mat next to him and Claire flopped down and snuggled up against his side. “So. How I knew what your armor would be is because your first armor is the ‘pure’ armor of a fantasy mage named Erza Scarlet. On my world she was a character in a type of tv show called “anime”. She could summon all types of armor, elemental types, technological types, all sorts of things. Her second best armor was called the Heaven’s Wheel armor, I believe. Or maybe that was the skill she used while she had that armor on. Anyway, that was the second armor you used.” He grinned “I had always dreamt of dating Erza. Now I’ve got my own.” He teased and kissed Claire on the lips. When he tried to pull back she came with him. Laughing, Andrew fell backwards. He struggled out of his shirt while Claire worked at his pants. Both succeeding, Andrew reached for Claire’s top but stopped as he felt her new assets instead. He raised an eyebrow at Claire.
“I asked them to go away.” She explained. “Just like I got rid of my armor.” A slow smile crept across her face. “Because I did good and my tamer only wants me now.” They both laughed and Andrew took another kiss, this one lasting much longer and deeper than the one before. After they had kept that position for a few moments, Andrew broke the contact and started moving towards Claire’s breasts, but she stopped him. “Can I lead today?” She asked. Andrew nodded and Claire took his hands and moved them to her breasts, teasing herself. Taking the cue, Andrew took over fondling and teasing her nipples. Claire moaned in pleasure before reaching down and stroking Andrew’s exposed member. After a few seconds Andrew suddenly stiffened.
“Well shit. That’s not supposed to happen yet.” He muttered as his penis jerked and cum splattered Claire’s stomach. Claire looked at him mock-seriously.
“Really Andrew? So weak.” She teased
“I prefer to believe that you are too sexy.” He replied archly. Claire giggled and bent down to blow him back to attention. While she was doing so she swung her hips near Andrews face. “I doth believe this wretch hath mooned me. I shall hath to take recompense.” He announced to the air. Claire snickered. He reached over and gently pulled her pussy around to his face. “My my. Thine floodgates are flowing, lass.” He whispered and began stroking Claire’s quivering vagina. She hissed in pleasure and Andrew felt himself building up again. Trying to force it down he began licking Claire’s labia while fingering her, trying to find her sweet spot. Claire moaned and started working her way up and down Andrew’s dick. Both cried out in unison as the pleasure of a recent evolution combined with Andrew’s ministrations in Claire and her blowjob paid off in Andrew, driving each to orgasm. Panting, Andrew was the first to recover. Gently shifting himself to line up with Claire he gave her a kiss and guided his still-hard member towards her vagina. Claire sighed and made an “o” of surprise as Andrew entered her. Pushing Andrew against the ground she began pushing him in and out of her, going faster and faster until she screamed out in orgasm. Behind her her wings shimmered into existence and began flapping in time with her thrusts. Andrew grinned and started pushing his hips in time with Claire’s pumps and soon Claire orgasmed twice more before Andrew felt his last orgasm building. Determined to give his new Valkyrie greater than what she gave him, he groped at Claire’s newly sensitive breasts, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Increasing his thrusting speed Andrew pushed Claire over the edge one last time, matching her with an explosion deep into her womb. Spent, both lay on the mat for a few minutes before Andrew pulled out of Claire and lay with her. He gave her a quick kiss before dropping off to sleep, exhausted.
Behind them Stacy’s pokéball jumped once, then was still.
<09:00, Plymouth Pokécenter Taming Room>
Andrew stirred and looked over at Claire’s sleeping form. Her wings had vanished and she seemed to be sleeping blissfully. Andrew smiled and walked over to the attached bathroom. He needed a shower after all that had happened last night.
A little while later, Claire’s eyes blinked open. Hearing the shower running, she also got up. Walking to the bathroom she almost fell as her new height combined with her larger tits almost unbalanced her. She made it though and stared at Andrew’s body through the shower door. He was an easy six feet tall, she thought. And so muscular. She shivered as she remember the sex he had given her last night. And his viciousness during the battle with Hino. He was definitely not fully human. She would have to ask him later. But right now she needed to get clean. A smile spread over her face. “What a better way to get clean than to get dirty?” She whispered, and she opened the door to the shower, closing it gently behind herself.
<11:00, Plymouth Pokécenter Taming Room>
Claire had changed back into her normal clothing, and Andrew was back in his normal clothing. Right now he was contemplating Stacy’s pokéball. He had an idea that she wouldn’t like hearing that name called, since it would be associated with beating in her mind. Beside him sat a plate of greens, including alfalfa, which the pokédex had said Mini-Tops loved. On the other side of him was his gun. He had figured out how to pull it out of his dreams whenever he wanted, and right now it was unloaded with no shells in the room. However, it would still be a nice gift for a mistress of destruction like a Mini-Top. Rolling the ball along his hands, he sighed and decided to get it over with. He triggered the release and watched the form materialize on the other side of the plate of greens. After the cleaning and healing cycle, the bruises had gone away, and her limbs all seemed to be in the right places.
She materialized and lept at Andrew immediately. “Shit, shit, shit!” He spat and focused on avoiding the slaps and punches the Mini-Top was throwing. Claire’s jaw dropped as she watched her master fight a Pokégirl. Deciding she should intervene she summoned her armor and threw herself at Stacy. “NO! Leave her to me! She’s disoriented!” Andrew screamed at her. Pulling up, Claire remembered what her master had done to Hino. She stopped but watched warily as Andrew countered or dodged everything the Mini-Top threw at him. Suddenly she saw Stacy’s fist glowing as she unleashed a mega punch. Andrew saw it too, and used the opportunity the slightly slower attack gave him to pull on Stacy’s punching arm and flip her over his back to land with a WHOOMF on the floor. He immediately pulled Stacy’s other arm into a lock and pinned her to the floor. “I am not your enemy!” He yelled at her.
Stacy’s eyes focused on Andrew immediately. “Who the fuck are you?”
Andrew spread his hands to show he was unarmed, releasing Stacy’s locked arm as he did so. “My name is Andrew. I’m a tamer who beat Hino and claimed you as salvage.”
Stacy snorted. “You mean your Pokégirls beat Hino’s Pokégirls. I hope it was that bitch Giselle. She always paralyzed me so Hino could beat me.”
Andrew shook his head. “Actually I got Hino to agree to a Grand Melee and beat his ass. Giselle couldn’t do anything to stop it.”
Stacy grinned, showing pointed teeth. “Well maybe you aren’t so bad. Let me up and I’ll show you a good time.”
Andrew laughed. “No, I let you up and you’ll tear me to pieces while ‘taming’ me. Instead I think what’s going to happen is I am going to keep you here for a while while you tire yourself out. Then I’m going to tame you. And not the other way around. Behave the way you should and I’ll give you your present.”
Stacy pouted. “A man who is strong enough to take what they want? Darn.” She perked up a bit. “Present? You mean you actually are going to keep me? All Hino did was keep me as a damn punching bag. If I ever see him again, he’s dead.” She growled. “He took all my weapons.”
Andrew smiled. Then you’ll like my present, won’t you? Also I need to ask you something.” He said, and braced himself. “What is your name?”
Stacy stiffened and looked up at him. “You already know what that pig called me, don’t you?”
Andrew nodded. “Yea. He called you Stacy. I doubted you would want to keep that name. That is, if you want me to keep you.”
Stacy’s jaw dropped. “You actually mean I get to choose. This has seriously got to be some cheap trick. I get all calm and think I may have found someone who will let me do as I want and then BANG you drop the other shoe and oh, poor Mini-Top, boohoo.”
Andrew slapped her cheek lightly. “Don’t be stupid. I know what you want. I also like blowing shit up. I like power. I like you. Comprende?” Stacy nodded. “Ok then. Do you want me to change your name?” He asked.
Stacy winced. “Please. The only time I want to remember Hino is when I dance on his damn grave.”
Andrew nodded. “In that case, how about Grace?”
Stacy started laughing. “Grace. Seriously? That has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard. A Mini-Top named Grace? Get real.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “Hear me out. You know of the Grace of God, right? ‘You will be judged by the Grace of God’. Well, you would be MY Grace.” He said.
Stacy looked thoughtful. “I actually kind of like it when you put it that way.” She stretched. “Alright. I’m Grace. Now where’s my gift?”
Andrew Ranger
Age: 27
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
Author’s Note:
Claire’s ‘serious’ armor is based off of Erza Scarlet’s Heaven’s Wheel armor from the anime Fairy Tail, as I said. I probably did a horrible job trying to describe it, so please look it up.
Seriously. It looks really, really cool.