Wednesday January 6th, 302 AS
14:07
Mamlambo, Jade Island League
The young man was sitting in an office chair, poor posture, with one arm leaning heavily on an arm rest as he tapped his foot slowly and impatiently. He was wearing a plain white, button-up, short sleeved shirt and black slacks, a few pieces short of the complete school uniform. His eyes were a vivid blue, much more intense than the natural blue caused by a lack of pigmentation. He pushed a bit of his light pink hair, like bubble gum or cotton candy, back so it was slicked back like the rest on his head. His skin was tanned, something that was practically unavoidable living in the part of the world he did. The office chair was in an office, the principal's office of the Ruby Knight Memorial High School in Mamlambo, of the Jade Islands League. The school was slated to be completed in 277 AS, and was quickly dedicated to the memory of the Sultana's daughter the day of her 'Passing'.
The young man had been attending the school since the later half of 300AS, a little over one and a half years now, which to him was one and a half years too long and the end of the one semester he had to go couldn't come soon enough. And if he was sick of being in the building altogether, he was definitely sick of being in this room. Just as he was sick of hearing the same longwinded speech about how his behavior was counterproductive to furthering male rights in the Jade Islands and his poor attendance was unacceptable and could cause him to not graduate at the end of this year and that although the faculty was aware of and understood his condition, his actions were still unacceptable.
Finally, the young man lost his patience with going through the same thing he had been through countless times before. He cut off the principal in the middle of her sentence, “Three days, right?”
The principal sputtered briefly at the interruption, then with a tone of disbelief and indignation asked him, “What?”
The young man rolled his head slowly so he was looking away from the principal and to the door. “It's a three day suspension. We both know you're not going to expel me over this, or you would have done it way before now.” He got up out of the chair and roughly shoved it towards the desk, putting far more force behind the push than what was needed.
“Now wait just a second! I'm not done with you yet! Vincent Trey Flare!”
Vince, as he preferred to be called, stopped in the doorway. “Yeah, I think not.” He slammed the door behind him. He grinned to himself as he heard plaques go clattering to the floor, knocked from their place on the wall from the impact.
Once he was out of the building, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pokeball. Pressing the single button a couple times first expanded the ball to its full size, and then released the pokegirl contained within. The first thing you'd notice was the her browned skin, appearing to be the product of a lot of time in the sun or a mixed heritage from a light and dark skinned parent. The most attention grabbing portion of her skin happened to be that on her exposed chest, displaying perky breasts somewhere in the b-cup range sitting atop tight muscle. Following the contours of her body down from the arch of her ribcage sitting over top her abs would take your eyes to the only article of clothing on the 'girl, tight black shorts that rested well under her waistline and ended with the fabric barely touching her thighs, revealing the very bottom of the cheeks of her ass if you caught a glimpse of her from behind. Her thighs were almost all tight muscle, though softly defined. Covering her feet were a pair of black boots that didn't go up past the ankles. Having taken in everything from the chest down, the only direction left to go was up. Her arms weren't as muscular as her legs. The tips of her fingers ended in blackened nails that came to a point naturally. Lastly was her head and face, sharp features with high cheek-bones and a nose that almost seemed hooked. Her hair was short, standing up and back from her head. It grew wavy and feathered, and as it caught the light from the sun it appeared to be flickering flames coming off of her head. Had her breed not been identifiable to a view by this point, then her red eyes, lacking a visible pupil, along with the short orange plumage that covered portions of her body would have given away that she was a combusticunt.
“So, three days?” The combusticunt smirked at her owner, “Guess that means we can pick up where we left off.”
“Not now Ava, need to cool off from dealing with the recent batch of 'taurshit.”
Ava fell in stride with her owner, swaying her hips and brushing against Vince every so often in an attempt to persuade him over to her way of thinking. She had been purchased for him by his adopted mother when his bloodtraits manifested, or as the school staff put it, his 'condition'. She had evolved from a Torch Chick on a tradesman who worked down at the shipyards, so she came cheap. The demand of her high libido worked well to stave off another bout of tamer's disease from Vince. The other notable curse Vince possessed was rebel, a rather obvious trait to anyone that watched the young man deal with others. The last 'curse' was simply the pokeboy gene, phase one. It was that trait he could thank for his pink hair, though he was far from grateful. He had gifts to offset the curses, of course. They all meshed to give him an enhanced body, possessing greater resistance to damage, heightened physical prowess, hastened recovery, and extended endurance.
The walk home took a decent length of time, around a half of an hour. Vince's legal guardian was still at work, so he was the only human home. Azar Flare, Vince's adopted mother, was still a part of the Royal Guard even at her age. Her duty was in training new recruits into all of the JIL military branches. She also took her harem to work, leaving Pritha to look after the house.
Pritha was a fifty-something year old herochan pokewoman, and was Vince's biological mother. She had been bought from her former tamer when she became pregnant with Vince, the transaction a part of the adoption process. She wound up being the one that cared for Vince the majority of the time as he was growing up, and was the one who trained him in strength control when his blood traits manifested. She was probably the one 'elder' in his life that he got along with, and they had a healthy mother / son relationship compared to the turbulent parent / child relationship he had with his adopted mother.
Pritha looked a lot like Vince, or perhaps it would be better said that Vince looked a lot like his mother. Her hair was a bolder pink color and her skin not quite as tan, since she spent much more of her time indoors than Vince did. Her looks defied her age, with more noticeable signs of aging only recently gaining ground in the battle to claim her skin. Her body was still in extremely good health, thanks to how extensively she still trained, even after nearly seventeen years of being out of an active fighting harem.
Pritha grabbed her son in a hug as he stepped through the door, squeezing just a little too tight and lifting him off the floor so that only his toes remained in contact with it. “Welcome home, Boyazon.” Boyazon was a name only she could get away with calling Vince, although few others had even thought to call him that and none of them used it as a sign of their affection. She released him from the hug and moved her hands up to rest on his shoulders. “The school called Mrs. Azar, and she told me to try to talk to you.”
“About what?” Ever since the Rebel curse had taken ahold of Vince's personality, any attempts at disciplining him had completely lacked any kind of affect if they didn't outright backfire. But Azar, being a member of the Royal Guard for what was looking to be her entire life, was all about discipline being applied to all aspects of her life. If she couldn't get results, she'd attempt to have Pritha get them for her.
“I don't know, she really didn't say. I figured we could just chat downstairs in the training room, burn off some of that aggression you seem to have come home with, then let Ava give you a good rubdown before dinner, along with anything else she may feel like doing for you.” Pritha gave her son and his pokegirl a wink.
Pritha never had been one to get after Vince. To her, the humans seemed to do that plenty as it was. She was just concerned with making sure her son was happy and healthy, which often meant figuring out ways to get rid of all the stress Vince seemed to accumulate dealing with the rest of the world. Training always seemed to work as a way to calm him down. Spending time with Ava also kept him in a good mood, since Pritha had made sure that the combusticunt spared Vince from the attitude the breed was notorious for.
They spent most of the afternoon training in the lowest level of the house. Azar being in the Royal Guard meant there was a lot of training equipment and plenty of space for sparring and other combat practices. Pritha taught her son and his pokegirl a balanced discipline of martial arts, even though she would love to have them both focus on only punching. Her former tamer had always told her the value of having a wide array of attacks. The number of losses against a rival Herolee to convince her he was right could even be counted on one hand. Finally it reached the time where Pritha had to start dinner, so she left for the kitchen while Vince and Ava cleaned up together in the shower.
The meal had been finished and Pritha, Vince, and Ava were about halfway through dinner when Azar returned home, accompanied by the two pokewomen she kept in her harem after retiring from an active role in the Royal Guard. Ashtad, her dragonqueen , former alpha, and assistant, and Shahrivar, a chimera. Ash stood just behind her mistress while Shahri sat cross legged a ways off on the floor. Azar waited for Pritha to serve her before addressing Vince. “I did some thinking, trying to figure out how to punish you for getting suspended yet again...”
Vince sat his fork down and started to get out of his seat when Ash's tail snapped in the air behind her. The dragonqueen was true to her breed, and if she felt Vince wasn't giving her mistress the respect she deserved, Ash would sometimes strike him with her tail. Azar looked to her dragonqueen for a second, though Vince couldn't tell what for. His adopted mother was a very difficult person to read. Whatever the look had meant, Ash relaxed her tail, and Azar continued. “I decided I'm not going to. It's never worked before and there's no reason for me to think it will now. Instead, Ash suggested I offer you a challenge, along with making a bet.
“If, by the end of this school year, you can pass the exam and become a tamer, I will give you all of my old gear for your journey. If you don't become a tamer though, you're out of this house and on your own.”
“Mistress Azar! You can't kick-” Ash's tail lashed out again, though this time since it was a pokewoman, and not a human, she let the strike connect, and a red, stinging mark was left across Pritha's face. Pritha glared at the dragonqueen, both of them knew that Pritha would easily win in a fight. But like always when the two butted heads, Shahri stood up, her body language making it clear she would intervene on behalf of her alpha should a fight break out.
Azar raised a hand, and both of her pokewomen stood down. Pritha also forced herself to relax after a few more seconds of glaring at the two. Somehow, after all the years she had belonged to Azar, Pritha had not formed an alpha bond. It was a major source of contention between Pritha and the pokewoman that were bonded to the human woman, who viewed Pritha as an outsider with no loyalty to the family. And the thing was, Vince wasn't sure they were wrong. He almost thought that she was still loyal to her former tamer, and he was the only reason she hadn't ran off to be with him again. But there was no way a bond could last that long without wearing away.
Vince finally broke the silence. “Fine.”
“Fine what?”
“Fine, I'll accept the bet.” Azar nodded her head, and then picked up her fork to begin her meal. Vince pushed his plate closer to the center of the table and once again got out of his chair. “I'm going to head out, don't know when I'll be back.”
Azar just sighed as Ava jumped up to follow Vince out. She raised her voice so it would carry through the two rooms. “I'll be leaving for Allat right after I'm done eating, and won't be back until the end of the week. It's wilderness training, so it won't be easy to get ahold of me and will be even more difficult for me to get back here. Please try to stay out of trouble.”
Vince waved dismissively to his adopted mother as he stepped out the door.
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Wednesday January 6th, 302 AS
20:55
Mamlambo, Jade Island League
“Hey, pinky, we told you not to come around here anymore. And we warned you about what would happen if you did.”
Vince grinned at the small group of teenage boys, they were about his age, but from a different school. A nicer school, with more money that a lot of the 'more human' kids went to. A better school didn't necessarily mean better students though, and these four acted as a small street gang, and had recently taken to tagging buildings with the the blue 'M' that served as the emblem for Team Machismo. Vince shrugged his shoulders looking at the spray tag, then addressed the four. “Yeah, you promised me a fight, and I don't care what else you might have said, that's an invitation.”
The first of the four stepped forward, throwing a cross to Vince's face. To Vince, who had trained in martial arts since before his traits had manifested, and even more seriously after, the attack was obvious from a mile away. He slapped the fist to the side and kicked the feet out from under his attacker. As that boy's face his the pavement, Vince pointed at the next closest two and then made a motion as if to say, 'come get me.' Both of them took the offered chance at the same time, one attacking with a kick while the other apparently had a set of brass knuckles. Vince grabbed the kick and threw the owner of the foot into his friend with the brass knuckles. These three made a few more attempts at attacking him, but 'pure blooded' humans that only had street fights under their belt just weren't a match for the heavily gifted martial artist. Vince was more worried about doing permanent damage than he was in taking a hit from one of them. The last of the punks standing spat out an obscenity and then reached into his pocket.
“Damn freak, just like a fuckin' ugly pokegirl.” He pulled out a pokeball and released its occupant. “Rose, teach him his place.” The pokegirl that was released from the ball was clad in black leather and carried a thorny vine like a whip, obviously a Domina or something evolved from one. “Just make sure he can limp away. We don't want to leave trash like that lying around and I don't feel like getting my hands dirty carrying it off.”
Vince hissed as the thorns on the Rose Whip cut into the arm he raised to guard his face. He was cursing himself for recalling Ava earlier, now that he needed her out every time he reached for the ball he had to stop to block another lash from hitting something important. Finally, he turned his back towards the attacking pokegirl and ducked his head down. The strikes from the whip stung, bad, but just taking the abuse gave him enough time to get to Ava's pokeball and thumb the release.
The Domina-line 'girl and her owner paused as Ava materialized. The combusticunt looked at the torn clothes and spilled blood of her tamer, then to the pokegirl holding the weapon that obviously inflicted the wounds. Her eyes narrowed and a wave of heat blasted outward from the fire type. The Domina tried to get the first attack in, but the Rose Whip was reduced to ash from Ava's Ignite before it even touched her skin.
Training under Pritha along with Vince, Ava was stronger and knew more attacks than the starter 'girls most beginning tamers wind up with. She was especially proficient with both Flame Punch and Kick, which she started to pummel her opponent with.
“That's enough Ava. I think I've learned my lesson, if the lesson for today is that their 'girls don't fight much better than they do.” Vince wiped a bit of blood from his face as he turned to last of the four other boys. “Recall your bitch with the whip, then start thinking up a good apology. Maybe I'll stop kicking your ass to listen to it.”
A smug grin crossed the punk's face, then he put on an act of being panicked. “Officer, help! This pokeblooded freak is trying to kill us! I had to use my Dominatrix just to defend myself!”
“You fucking pricks attacked me! What the fuck are you yelling about?” Vince looked behind him to see an Officer Jenny running towards them from a block away. “Oh you son of a psydy-” Vince had grabbed the boy with the Dominatrix by the collar, but was interrupted by the 'Jenny tackling him to the ground. “Damnit, stupid police bitch! Get off me and let me kick his ass!” As Vince fought to get up after shouting out those very poorly chosen words, he pushed himself with the 'Jenny on top of him off the ground by a couple inches before he felt something pressed against his back and heard an electric whine. The shock from the taser was enough to drop Vince back to the ground and go limp for a second, and in that time the police pokegirl had his hands behind his back and locked in cuffs.
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Saturday January 9th, 302 AS
04:03
Mamlambo, Jade Island League
Vince lay on a cot starting up at the ceiling of the jail cell he was currently the occupant of. He had been arrested almost three nights ago, as soon as this one was finished. Attempting to contact Azar in hopes of getting bailed out had failed, like she had warned it would. And the police were holding Ava in storage since they couldn't let a prisoner have access to a combat breed. This left Vince in a situation where sex was completely unavailable to him, and he had reached the point where his mind was starting to lose the fight against his tamer's disease. He wasn't really focusing on anything, but as his eyes scanned across the ceiling, various cracks and discolorations started to take on patterns. They started looking like girls and women, exposed and offering themselves to him in enticing and inviting positions. They were just asking him to... Damnit Azar, get somewhere you've got a signal... As he mentally pleaded to his adopted mother the visions of the girls became visions of her. His disgust brought on by that image was enough to bring him back to his right state of mind temporarily. It may have helped that as soon as the thought crossed his mind he rolled and smashed his forehead into the block walls of the cell, trying to drive the image out. He focused on the pain for a while as his thoughts cleared.
“Hey! What's going on in there?” The question came from an Officer Jenny, since a Jenny was the only other living thing in the building. But judging by the voice, this one was a new Officer Jenny. The last one had been enough of a bitch that Vince was sure he wouldn't want to tame her even if his tamer's disease went into a full blown frenzy. Given twelve hours, he'd would have been able to see if he was right. He rolled to assess the new one. Wait... Is she a Jenny?
Vince found himself unsure. The key features were there, very near human, green eyes, blue hair. But those features still seemed a little off. One eye was a different shade of green from the other. One could be just as easily a shade of blue while the other was as green as green could get. Her hair was not just blue, but purple and red in some streaks too. She seemed to wear a lot of makeup on her face, especially around her eyes. But she was in the uniform and had a badge, so she must have been a Jenny.
“Thch,” The Jenny was just outside the cell door, and she took out a key to unlock it. “Smart move there, you made yourself bleed.” Vince felt up on his forehead and sure enough there was a warm trickle running down it. “Lay with your back to the cot and hold onto the posts with your hands. I'm coming in to treat you.”
Vince flopped back onto the cot. He was wearing himself out mentally by fighting the tamer's disease, so much so that it seemed to suppress his other, rebel, curse. He grabbed onto the cold metal bars that were almost pressed against the wall and the Jenny came in beside the bed. “So you're the street fighting punk they picked up with the fun blood curses, huh?” She dabbed at his forehead with a cloth and then spritzed the head wound with a potion.
Vince was gripping the bars of the cot's frame so tight that he could feel his fingers starting to go numb. It was all he could do from stopping himself from doing something really stupid with a pokegirl so close by, something like try to force himself on a civil service pokegirl when he was already in jail. The words formed slowly in his mind, but they eventually came out of his mouth. “They got my medical records?”
“They've been here since yesterday. In fact Stacy, she's the one I'm taking over for, was supposed treat you before her shift was up.” She sat down on the bed, so close to him that her hips were pressed against his.
“Treat me before...” The police pokegirl's words weren't getting through the fog swirling in Vince's head. “But I didn't hit my head until...”
The Jenny leaned in to wipe up the residue of the potion, putting one arm across Vince to support her weight. This put her face fairly close to his and and his eyes trailed down, he was treated to a spectacular view of her cleavage, exposed by a few choice buttons remaining undone. “Actually, I'm talking about your more pressing condition. So, will you let me treat you?” Her words still didn't sink in and Vince muttered a half dazed 'huh?' She then shifted her weight and slid one leg overtop of him so that she was straddling his waist. “Taming. Do you want to?”
Finally Vince was able to speak without having to focus his will just to form the words. “Fuck yes.”
“Good, I was hoping you would.” Her fingers worked down the front of her shirt until all buttons were undone, then she peeled the top half of the uniform off. Bunching the shirt up all at one wrist, she tossed it to the floor of the cell. That left her in a short skirt and the bright red bra she had been wearing underneath the top. Sneaking her fingers in between the waist of his pants and end of his shirt, she started running her hands along his stomach and chest as she lowered herself down to him as she worked to remove the first piece of clothing from his body. Vince brought his hands up to pull her in closer when she suddenly had her forearm pressed against this throat and the other placed on her wrist to add more leverage.
“Stop!” Vince froze, and the Jenny stared at him intently for a few seconds. “Put your hands back on the bars.” She then gave him an apologetic look after Vince complied, and moved her arms away from his neck. “Sorry, but you have to stay like that. It's a part of the rules.” She fished some things out from a pouch on the back of her belt. “These should do the trick.” She gave Vince a playful grin and a wink as she let two sets of handcuffs dangle from her fingertips.
She went back to working Vince's shirt off, this time with Vince lying there doing nothing. She then cuffed one wrist to each of the posts, and traced her fingers along the contours of his muscles under the skin. Though he didn't workout for the sake of gaining bulk, he did train with his mother nearly every day, so he had a very toned, athletic body. The Jenny let out a pleased hum as she ran her hands down Vince's pecs and abs. “Mmm, hot, rock-hard body. No one the league sends to tame me has one of these.” As the back of her palms made contact with her thighs, having completed their journey over Vince's body, she sat up straight.
She tilted her head so that one shoulder was touching her cheek, and the other she let drop down as she slid the strap of her bra down her arm, leaving it hanging loose. She gave Vince a sideways glance. “What about me? Am I sexy?”
Vince lifted his head off the cot, since the way he was cuffed made sitting up to give the police pokegirl on top of him a good look uncomfortable. Her skin was lighter than Ava's, and her body had more mass to it, though nowhere that it wasn't pleasing. She seemed to have just enough fat on her to smooth out all of the muscle but not enough to widen her out significantly anywhere. Her breasts were larger, one or two sizes, most likely C cups. Vince's mind was stuck trying to figure out why she would waist time asking such an obvious question. It seemed she didn't intend to continue though until he answered, “Yes, you're damn sexy.” He let his head drop back down. “Now please, taming.”
She let out a short chuckle. “If you insist.” She slid off of him, standing at the end of the bed. Slowly, she unfastened her belt, then the front of her skirt. With one hand she zipped down the fly and the other she reached back to grab two more sets of cuffs. The skirt then dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it, kicking it with her heel towards where her shirt already lay.
She twirled to present herself in nothing but her lingerie, both pieces red and lacy. Then she went down on her knees at the foot of the cot. “Slide this way.” She ordered him while tugging on his legs. Vince went along with it, leaving his lower legs dangling off the edge of the bed and his arms stretched out above him. She then reached up to start working on removing his pants. As she slid the fabric over his knees her attention went to his erect cock trying to escape the confines of his boxers. “Ooh, another part of you that's nice and hard. I wanna feel that too.” She abandoned the pants for the time being, slowly and carefully freeing his erection from the fabric that restrained it. She eyed it for a moment, then looked around it up Vince's body to his face. Then she took the head in her mouth and started sucking and tonguing, her head bobbing up and down slightly.
Vince was barely aware of the fact that she continued the process of removing his pants as she sucked him. Soon though both his ankles were restrained in the exact same way as his wrists, and the Jenny lowered her head down one last time, taking as much of him past her lips as she could, and then released him with a faint pop of a vacuum breaking.
Vince raised his head again to look at her as she undid the clasp of her bra. She removed her arms from the straps and let the undergarment flutter to the ground, her nipples hard and erect and her breasts still perky even without the support. “Why... why did you stop?” Vince questioned as he felt the throbbing of his erection demanding more just as much as he wanted to.
The pokegirl just smiled slyly and pushed down the waistband of her panties. She shifted her weight from one hip to the other in a slow, seductive rhythm as she first slid one side down, then the other, until there wasn't enough hip left to keep the waist taught and they fell down the rest of distance to the floor. She crawled back on top of him, hovering her opening over his erection as she gently took it in one hand. “Because,” She lowered herself down, guiding Vince inside her as she let out a sound that started as a gasp and ended in a pleasured groan. “I... want something out of this, too.”
She started moving up and down, almost sliding Vince's member out of her fully with each rise and then buried it inside her with each fall. Vince tried to shift his hips around so he could thrust into her, but she pushed down on him with her hands. She whispered a pleading whimper to him, the assertive strength in her voice completely gone. “No, please... let me have this, how I want...”
Vince relented to being nothing more than a dick attached to a post, but given the situation, there really wasn't room for him to complain. The Jenny slowly picked up her pace, faster and faster with each movement. Vince watched her on top of him, as her breasts started to bounce from the motion and sweat started to glisten on her skin from the effort. Soon she was riding him at a frantic pace, gasping and panting and biting down on her lip to muffle the cries of ecstasy escaping her. Vince fought to delay the orgasm he felt building up inside him while at the same time he wanted to just let himself give in to it so he could feel the rush that came with it. There was also the part of him that needed it, so he could finally get his head back to normal. He let himself go as soon as he heard the pokegirl on top of him breath in a sharp gasp as her pussy tightened around him and her body gave a quick shudder. He came, and his juices spilled into her as hers spilled out. She let herself fall forwards so she was laying halfway on top of him, partially beside him.
They both lay there for a minute sucking in air. Then the Officer Jenny giggled, “Tehehe, taming with a bad boy makes me feel like a baad girrl...” She wrapped one arm around his chest and snuggled up against him. She let out a content moan before muttering into his chest, “This feels right. I should have someone like this... I could keep you locked up here and I'd never have to beg someone to tame me again. You'd be my little jailbird, I'd take care of you...” She let out a drawn out sigh, and Vince thought he could feel a little bit of moisture from where her face was pressed against his chest. Then with a huff of air she rolled away from him so she was barely still on the cot, laying on her back and staring at the ceiling. “Yeah right... I'll probably be transferred now. Can't have a Jenny bonded to someone not working for the league, too bad for the Jennies that no one in the league wants...”
She got up out of the bed and left the cell. Vince was still naked and handcuffed to the bed posts, and the more his mind started to put everything back to normal, the more he realized how much of a problem that was. He was about to shout out his protest when the police pokegirl returned, still naked but carrying a moist cloth. She tossed it on top of Vince, then started working on freeing him from the cuffs. “Stay like that until I'm out of the cell. I'll be showering off, hit the call button if anything urgent comes up.” She picked up her various pieces of clothing and the four sets of handcuffs, then left. Vince was alone in the cell again, not that he minded so much. The way that Officer Jenny had started acting made him a little uncomfortable. He cleaned himself off as best he could with the washcloth, then put his clothes back on. Some time later the Jenny returned to the desk at the front of the jail building, propped her chin up on one hand, and fell asleep at the desk. Vince figured it had to be closer to sunrise than any other time, and since he'd been awake the entire night leading up to now, he lay back on the cot and soon drifted to sleep.
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Saturday January 9th, 302 AS
09:03
Mamlambo, Jade Island League
“What are you doing here?” Vince had woke up a few hours later, but things stayed pretty uneventful until the angry voice of the same Officer Jenny he had tamed earlier indicated someone else had entered the jail building. The response to her question came from a new voice, a male one.
“I'm here about your prisoner, a witness came forward backing up his claim that he was the one acting in self defense, not those other boys. Has he had a pokegirl to tame yet? I guess he must have, since everything seems pretty calm around here.”
“Yes, sir... I saw to it that there wouldn't be a taming frenzy while we were holding him here. I'm going to need more than your word if I'm going to release him though.”
“Oh come now, we both know I've always got someone higher up on the totem pole backing me up.” Vince couldn't make out the specifics of the Jenny's response, but it didn't sound pleasant.
Vince was released from the cell a few minutes later and all his possessions were returned. The Jenny placed Ava's pokeball into his palm last, but didn't let go of it right away, gazing at the ball while barely touching his hands with her finger tips. “Try to stay out of trouble, unless you want to come see me again.” She let out a quiet sigh. “If you really do, there's probably easier ways to do that too...” She turned and bowed slightly to the man, someone close to middle age if he hadn't reached it already with dark brown hair and lighter brown eyes. Vince noticed that even though she made a gesture of respect, she didn't let her eyes bow with her head, keeping them on the human officer. “If that will be all?”
The man nodded, “That will be all. Have a good day.” He then nodded his head at Vince. “Say, mind if I accompany you for a while? There's something I'd like to discuss.”
The man introduced himself as they walked out the door. “My name's Jim, well, James Ewald. Call me Jim anyway. You're Vincent Trey Flare, looked that up from the papers.”
“Vince, actually...”
“Alright, Vince then.”
Vince was waiting for Jim to get to the point, but the human police officer seemed instead to want to make small talk. “Tough 'girl, isn't she?”
“Who?”
“That Officer Jenny.”
“I guess. What's her name?”
“She doesn't have one, I call her Jenny-Goth but no one else does and she doesn't like me, so she doesn't like the name either. You know she lives like one of those free pokegirls they have in other leagues? Completely by herself. Of course, she wouldn't be able to get away with it if she were any other breed, and by no means is she free. League property.”
Vince had heard about free pokegirls, but there weren't any in the Jade Islands League. He also didn't know that a pokegirl could belong to the league and not have a specific tamer. It got him curious, so he decided to fish for as much of the story as Jim was willing to give. “How'd that happen? And why does she look so different from the other Jennies? Hair dye and contacts?”
Jim shook his head. “No, as far as I know her hair is colored like that naturally. Same with her eyes. She was bred from a retired officer and a Make-up Artist Goth, an odd result, but pokegirl genetics do stranger things yet.” He shrugged his shoulders before continuing. “Anyway, she was bought by a kid in the academy when she was old enough. Pretty happy with him I guess, then right as he's graduating she finds out he broke some rule. Nothing serious, barely worth a slap on the wrist. But she is a Jenny, so she has to bring it up. The guy said he'd admit to it, probably just to get her to drop it.
“He doesn't though, and I think she tried to wait for him as long as she could, but a couple weeks later she turns him in. Like I said, he barely got a slap on the wrist over it, but apparently she crossed some sort of line. He revoked her name and transfers halfway across the league, dumping her on the government's lap. That was close to a year and a half ago, she hasn't had a tamer the entire time.
“No one seems to want her. She's not enough of a Jenny for the good cops and too much of one for the guys like me. I swear she'd have tried to run off with a normal tamer by now if she wasn't chained to the rule book. I think she was almost ready to try it with you.”
Vince remembered how she had looked at him while returning Ava's ball. Just a little bit of hope and a lot of sadness. Still, you could see that look anytime you went to a pokegirl ranch, and he could get a lot better than a police 'girl from a ranch too. “I don't really want a Jenny. She'd probably be a pain in the ass to have in a harem.”
“I think a lot of young people think that way.”
Vince decided he was done talking with Jim if he could help it, so he tried to get to the point of things. “So, were you trying to set me up with that Jenny then?”
“Hmm?” Jim looked at him confused for a second. “Oh! No, no. I really don't care either way, though it would be nice for someone to take her so she has better things to do than try to catch me red handed in something or another.
“No, see, I've got this 'girl, psychic type. She's got a fairly impressive ability with foresight, I've come to value it a lot when it comes to making decisions. And she says you'd be useful to me. That's why I made up that story about a witness vouching for you. The Thousand know I wouldn't give a damn about you if that was actually the case.”
Vince suddenly became suspicious of Jim, if there wasn't a witness then what the hell did he want? “How did you get me out then?”
Jim gave Vince a smile, not a very warm one. “I just happen to be friends with a lot of important people. Close enough of a friend to know things about them they'd rather people not know. I got them to get you out of there because I wanted you out of there.”
“And you can get them to throw me back in?”
“Now why would I do that to my new friend? Especially when he's supposedly going to be useful to me in some way?” Vince clenched his fist as Jim continued grinning. “Tell you what, I don't know any specifics yet, save for the fact that you should meet me somewhere in a couple days. I've got it written down on this piece of paper here.” He handed Vince a folded slip and then nodded. “See you then?”
Vince nodded absentmindedly before continuing on his way home. Like I have much of a choice.