Boot Camps & Booty Calls
By: bsmart
Disclaimer:Why the hell am I writing this? Nobody reads them and they have no legal weight. It's a complete waste of time and bandwidth and yet I'm still typing. If you're under the legal age where ever you are don't read this, but since you're going to anyways at least don't let your mommy catch you. This fic is very much NC-17. Copyright? Ha! Just don't be a dick. If you got this anywhere besides mediaminer.org, the official Pokegirls Yahoo group, or adultfanfiction.net then you likely haven't seen all of it as those are the only places where this story is officially distributed.
Note: This is an Orange League fic. To be honest I don't know a damn thing about pokemon and I want to keep it that way. If I make a dumb mistake feel free to point it out. I've done as much research as I can into this to keep it consistent with what seems to be the accepted canon of the pokegirl world. Also no one that I know of has done anything with the Orange League so I'm making it up as I go along.
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Chapter 2: Fall In!
Life was good.
Lucian came to this realization around the fourth hour of his trip. The rough bouncing ride in the bed of the sputtering truck wasn't nearly enough to dampen his spirits. He was on his way to boot with Koshka curled up in his lap, best of all he didn't have to walk all the way from his home town of Nella all the way south of Selbone in order to catch the ferry down the inland sea to the island the boot camp was set up on. The knowledge that he'd have to walk over the terrain they were bouncing over if not for the truck kept him from complaining about its ride. Now that the league had sorted him out of all the chaff they were very interested in making sure he made it to boot camp in one piece. Whether he passed or failed there and what he did after that was up to him but the league could make sure that for at least this trip he was fine. It would be an embarrassment to everyone if they started to loose prospective tamers to feral girls while the tamers were on their way to training.
He didn't dwell on what had happened to the other two young men that had stayed after the final test at the center, the fact that they weren't in the truck bed with him spoke volumes.
The old rust bucket wasn't trying to break a land speed record on its journey, it wasn't moving a whole lot faster then even a moderately quick pokegirl could jog but given how much it was protesting even this moderate use Lucian was amazed that it held together. When he'd asked the driver how old it was a terse, "Older then your father's father," was all the explanation he got.
He'd immediately sat down and said a little prayer that whoever had kept this thing together over the years had done their job properly.
According to the Joy at the pokecenter in Nella it was a little over a hundred and fifty kilometers along the roads to get to the ferry landing and it should take them about six hours to get there. Given that they'd just driven through Selbone he figured that they were just about on target. Once they arrived at their destination they'd have to kill a few hours waiting around for the ferry to load up and for all the stragglers to make it in; once that was done it would be an overnight journey towards the south for another two hundred kilometers before they arrived at their destination. Based on the maps he'd seen Lucian figured that the camp was about four hundred kilometers inland from the coast, 'Probably on its own island.'
Like everyone else in the Orange League he'd been raised on horror stories of the great cataclysm and of the dangers that lurked inland towards the continent's center. The tails were invariably told by someone who'd immediately laugh about it and assure the assembled youngsters that there wasn't anything to worry about. Like everyone else in the League he wasn't convinced, settlements farther then a hundred and fifty kilometers from the coast were rare and almost always government operations. It had been that way for two centuries so it was obvious that everyone was simply giving the assertion that the interior held nothing to fear lip-service at best or lying at the worst. The thought of going so far inland made him uneasy but he figured it was part of the training to get them so far from civilization. 'It'll also make it easier to find a feral to capture for the final test.'
A particularly spine crushing bump set the bell on Koshka's collar to tinkling drawing his attention to the Kitten in his lap. The renal failure inducing jarring of the truck bed went completely unnoticed by the slumbering catgirl. The black leather collar looked as perfect on her elegant neck as he ever could have hoped, and he'd had high hopes. After just a few months with Koshka Lucian had realized that he couldn't imagine life without her, every time he imagined his journeys as a tamer she'd been right there beside him in his minds eye, every time he imagined himself working in the wood shop he wanted to build she was there, bringing him a drink or just standing there watching him. After a year he'd decided that he wasn't going to let her get away and he started to save for a collar.
It hadn't been easy to save for the expensive piece of jewelry, not on fifty credits a week, he'd had to give up just about all his luxuries in life and in the end he was able to save enough money to buy her the collar. Even though the bell that hung from the loop in it was actual silver the only thing that made it worth the seventeen hundred credits he'd had to pay for it was the little anti-capture chip that was inside it, thanks to that little piece of electronic wizardry he never had to worry about anyone else capturing her.
Given the way she'd strutted down the road to the pokecenter that morning she seemed to like it too. Lucian had done his level best to ignore Koshka's prancing and preening but it was impossible to, the fact that she was still wearing the ankle and wrist cuffs from last night only heightened his embarrassment. She'd sounded like a bell choir as she glided down the street, the bell on her collar clinking out its merry tune in time to the more solid metallic thunks of the chain links attached to the restraints on her arms and legs. While Koshka had never been shy about people paying attention to her she'd never quite demanded the attention like she had this morning. The way she'd been dressed hadn't helped.
For the last two years Lucian had kept Koshka presentable in public thanks to donations from his mothers, grudging though they may have been. To put it mildly Koshka was rough on clothes, very rough, in fact he'd never been able to return any of the clothes his mothers had given them simply because after a few weeks there simply wasn't anything left to give back. Koshka had never seen the point of clothing, to her it was just something that got in the way of taming and made you hot, she was much happier being completely naked, regardless of the situation and on many occasions she'd given his little brothers and his father an eye full. Given how destructive she was with clothing Lucian knew that human clothing simply wasn't going to work in boot camp or in the bush and while letting her run naked had a certain visceral appeal he also found himself quite possessive of her and the idea of her giving a free show to every man that walked by didn't sit well with Lucian. He'd eventually found a solution to the dilemma in the clothes Koshka was now wearing.
The tan halter top and micro skirt she was wearing looked almost exactly like the clothing she'd worn the night he'd first seen her but unlike the simple cloth those garments had been made of this time her clothes were made from a synthetic fiber that, according to the sales clerk, they'd made body armor from during the Great War. Specially designed for pokegirls these clothes were supposed to last in the face of all but the most serious intentional abuse.
When Koshka shifted a little to find a more comfortable position Lucian's hand fell from her hip and down onto her bottom reminding him of the compromise they'd made. Koshka had rather vehemently opposed wearing even the tiny scraps of synth-fiber when Lucian had first showed them to her. A natural born exhibitionist Koshka had been looking forward to getting to prowl through the forest again without a stitch of clothing to confine her. In her mind she'd dreamt of long happy days wandering through the bush with Lucian looking for more pokegirls to add to their harem, she'd be able to help him tame the new girls and any time he wanted to he would be able to come up and claim her without a bit of warning.
Not long after Lucian had explained his dream to her of becoming a tamer Koshka had started to dream of her place in his, to dream of her chance to be wild again but to have Lucian with her, to not have to follow all those stupid rules that those old pokewomen had forced on her. She was looking forward to being tamed anytime, anywhere, and hopefully without even seeing it coming. The last part of Koshka's fantasy had been spawned months before when Lucian had surprised her by coming home early.
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Koshka was sitting in her usual spot when Lucian wasn't home, in the window seat in the den on the second floor of the house; it had a wonderful view out over the houses and to the forest that butted up against the edge of the town. When she had finished her chores she would often sit in the window and gaze out of it for hours waiting for Lucian to come home. She didn't really want to return to the life she'd had before she'd been captured, always hungry, always hunting, always afraid of being attacked by a bigger tougher pokegirl, and worst of all, no Lucian and no tamings, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't like to go back for a while with Lucian. Thoughts of the life they would have never ceased to thrill her, she would get everything she ever wanted, Lucian, the wild, more girls to play with, and they could return to civilization whenever they wanted. Thoughts of night long orgies with Lucian and other pokegirls fought for attention in her mind along with images of catching fish and food for Lucian and how happy he'd be with her when she brought it back to him.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she never heard her master coming.
Lucian had ducked out of school early, his last two classes were doing nothing that mattered today and the thought of having to listen to his teachers drone through a pointless lecture didn't excite him in the least. What did excite him was the thought of Koshka waiting for him at home. By ducking out early he'd have an extra two hours in addition to the one his father usually gave him for homework before he had to show up ready to work in the forge.
Slipping into the house hadn't been a big deal, his father had seen him but didn't care, school learning didn't do a tamer or a carpenter or blacksmith much good. His pokegirl mothers had been deeper in the shop, probably reheating the furnace. His human mother was another matter, unlike her husband who didn't particularly care if his eldest went to school, or her pokegirl concubines who deferred to her husband she actually cared that he went to school. In her words, "You never know what will happen." She was adamant that Lucian complete high school at the bare minimum and she was working right in the middle of the kitchen. Lucian had resigned himself to hiding in the dining room until she found something to do elsewhere but either fate or a father who could sympathize with being young and horny and having a pokegirl waiting for you smiled upon him. His father's bellowed request for something cold to drink convinced Nancy to leave the kitchen and quicker and quieter then should be humanly possible Lucian was upstairs.
He only half expected to find Koshka in his room when he made it upstairs, she often liked to take naps in his bed in the afternoon, often under a pile of his clothes, so he wasn't surprised to not find her there when he snuck into it. Getting rid of his school clothes and books as quietly as possible he left his room clad only in his boxers to go looking for her. She wasn't in the bathroom which didn't surprise him either, like many feral cat types Koshka disliked getting wet, the only way he was ever able to get her to take a bath was if he promised to tame her while they took it. She wasn't in his siblings' rooms, thank god, the last time he'd found her in one of their rooms he'd wound up taming her there and they'd barely been able to duck out before Nellie got home from school. He eventually found her, and what he found took his breath away just like it always did.
Koshka was sitting in the window without a stitch of clothing on her body. Her legs were tucked up under her and she was leaning forward on her elbows giving him a perfect view of her little heart shaped rear. Lucian didn't know why he loved her butt as much as he did, Koshka's other feminine charms were much more evident, her ample bosoms, large enough to fill up his palms with plenty left over, her long smooth legs that gave you no choice but to imagine what they'd look like wrapped around you, even her big blue eyes, not the normal pale blue that most people had, it was a deep rich azure that drew you in, but in spite of all that if you asked what his favorite feature of his Kitten was it was her ass, every time. Maybe it was the fact that it was as flawless an ass as there had ever been Lucian thought, both of the globes were perfectly smooth with nary a dimple, and the skin was a picturesque milky white that contrasted perfectly with shiny jet black fur of her tail that peaked out just above it. Maybe it was the way it barely jiggled when he smacked it, the firm muscle that he always felt right beneath the skin. Her whole body was like that, just enough padding to smooth everything over but steel just beneath the surface. Whatever the reason he loved it, it was currently bare and on display in the most erotic way possible, held proudly aloft while Koshka's thin tail lightly brushed along its twin hills.
Still moving quietly but no longer to avoid alerting his mother to his presence home at so early an hour Lucian closed the distance between them in a rush while freeing his straining erection from its cotton prison. He hesitated for a half step when he saw the distracted looked on her face, her eyes were closed and she was obviously day dreaming, if she hadn't been there would have been he could have even entered the house without her noticing, but as quickly as doubts arose in his mind they were beaten back down, after all she did belong to him and recently she'd been encouraging him to take her when ever he pleased. With a lascivious grin on his face Lucian plunged onward.
Koshka's eyes nearly bugged out of her head when the best part of her day dream suddenly became very real. The feelings of her master's hands, she instinctively knew they couldn't be anyone else's, on her hips had barely made it through the happy day dream she was in before his manhood pierced her and blew through it. Like all pokegirls Koshka was always at the least damp so Lucian's unexpected but very welcome intrusion into her body hadn't been painful for the both of them like it would have been if she'd been a human girl, instead is was incredibly tight for Lucian and it sent delicious jolts of mixed pain and pleasure straight into Koshka's brain. Her joyous howl was cut short when Lucian had forced her head down into the cushion of the window seat in time with his warning, "If my mother hears us it's all over so keep quiet."
By the time they had finished their rough coupling Koshka had all but destroyed the cushion with her teeth and soaked it all the way through with her saliva. After flipping it over in an effort to hide their crimes against the household's fabrics Lucian had dragged Koshka back to their room and spent the next three hours fucking her brains out to her very vocal delight.
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The compromise they had reached was simple, she'd wear the halter and the skirt, but that was it. As Lucian's wandering hand could a test Koshka wasn't wearing anything under the skirt and his hand was free to roam all over the flesh of his Kitten's backside and even up to the tiny blue thatch of hair that guarded her moist treasure. When his fingers brushed against her lower set of lips Koshka shivered a little in his lap and her hand immediately slid down to his groin and her favorite play toy.
'Yep, life is good.'
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The ferry landing was exactly what it sounded like. A single well kept wooden pier jutted out into the pass between the islands and aside from a small house just up the hill from the pier that was it. When the truck driver had dropped him and Koshka off Lucian had asked the man if this was the place and a terse, "Well if it ain't I've been dropping you youngins off in the wrong spot for the last fifteen years," was all the answer he'd gotten. Quite a few people his own age were already milling around the area, one or two had pokegirls with them but for the most part they were there by themselves. One of them directed Lucian over to the house on the hill where Lucian found a middle aged man with a clip board waiting for him.
"Name," the man said disinterestedly as Lucian approached.
"Lucian Graner."
"Graner…Graner…..Graner," the man mumbled as he scanned the printout attached to the board. "I'm not seeing a Graner here; you wouldn't be from Nella would you?"
"Yeah, that's my home town," Lucian replied.
"Figures," the man grumbled, "morons always schedule their test the day before the rotation starts, the paper work never makes it through in time."
"So what, I can't go to boot!?" Lucian snapped. The thought of being denied when he was this close made him physically ill.
"Oh pipe down," the man scolded, "you'll get on the damn boat, but if you're not supposed to be here they'll throw your ass right back on it when you get to the camp. This happens every damn rotation."
Immediately Lucian calmed down. "Well what if my paper work doesn't make it there in time either?"
"At worst they'll toss you on the boat, you'll take a long ride back here where undoubtedly your paperwork will have arrived so that we can waste the taxpayer's money by giving you another ride down to the Camp Walker. At best they'll just make you sleep in the admin office for a night or two until it does turn up."
"Ok, when's the boat gonna get here?"
"Not for another hour or two and it won't leave for an hour after that, I suggest that you find a nice place in the shade and stop bothering me," and with that the man turned back to the house and left Lucian to his own devices.
Seeing nothing better to do and not being in a mood to talk Lucian took the man's advice and found a nice tall tree to shade him and he sat down to take a nap.
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"Hey you, wake up!" a high pitched voice encouraged Lucian. "You're gonna miss the boat if you don't get up!"
"Leave him Mistress, we'll miss it ourselves," a second voice told the first.
Lucian opened an eye cautiously and took stock of his immediate surroundings. Koshka's head was still in his lap if the heavy feeling there and his numb left arm were any indication. Directly in front of him were a pair normal looking legs that Lucian assumed belonged to whoever 'Mistress' was and just beyond them was another pair of legs only these were covered in a straw colored fur that was shot through with small black spots. With no reason not to wake up the next time 'Mistress' saw fit to give him a nudge he told her, "I'm awake."
"Good!" the first voice exclaimed, "Now hurry up before we both miss the boat."
A good solid nudge to the side of Koshka's head had the desired effect of getting her up and moving and Lucian was able to pick himself up off the ground and face his tormentor.
The fact that the person who'd been waking him up was a girl didn't really come as a shock, nor was the fact that she was going to boot camp if the words of the cat type behind her were any indication of her intentions. Women were a small but very visible minority of tamers, and while no one had ever gotten together any good solid numbers it was accepted that between two and four percent of all tamers were actually female. The number of female pet owners was actually higher, somewhere in the neighbor hood of twelve to fifteen percent. So the fact that there was going to be at least one girl at boot was no big surprise to Lucian, what was a surprise was how cute she was. Lucian figured that the girl before him was his age, maybe a little older since she had a good two or three centimeters on him in height. Her hair was a deep russet shade and very curly if the tight ringlets that made up the few stray bangs that fell down in front of her face were any indication, the rest of her hair seemed to be pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of long overalls that were doing a superb job of smothering any details about her body from the neck down although a tight bright yellow t-shirt gave some hint towards a thin physique. Finishing off the farmer's daughter look were a few dozen dark pink freckles on her otherwise lightly tanned skin. "My names Cassie," she said. "And if we don't hurry up we ain't gonna make the boat."
"Mistreesssss," the fuzzy girl behind Cassie whined as she bounced in place.
'Obviously we aren't moving fast enough for her,' Lucian thought as he grabbed his backpack and duffel bag off the ground.
"He's moving Shauri, calm down for once in your life."
"My names Lucian," he said as they started towards the boat, "and this is Koshka, my Kitten." At the word 'my' Koshka came down extra hard on the next step making the bell on her collar jingle.
"Nice to meet you," Cassie said offering Lucian her hand.
"Thanks for waking us up," Lucian said as he shook her hand. "I sleep like the dead."
"I noticed."
"So I guess you're going to boot camp too," Lucian said as they made their way down the pier towards the boat.
"Not much reason to be here if I weren't," Cassie observed happily as Shauri blew past her and hopped onto the boat. There was just a hint of twang in Cassie's voice and it made Lucian wonder.
"You from Queenstown?"
"Little town called Koola, just a bit north of it," Cassie said. "My accent huh?"
"Pretty much, aren't you in the wrong province?" he asked with a smile.
"Naw, my family just moved to Sluton a few months ago, just missed taking the test there."
"Got it," Lucian replied as they stepped onto the boat. The boat itself was unimpressive as boats go, nothing more then a floating box really. It had two decks, a lower one that was mostly open space with a small cabin forward, plenty of shade was provided by the deck above, and it looked like everyone was trying to take advantage of this by crowding in.
"Let's try up top," Lucian suggested.
"Yeah," Cassie replied.
Lucian followed Cassie up the steep stairs to the upper deck of the boat. The covering over their heads wasn't a solid deck like below but a thick canvas sheet the stretched out over their heads. The light tan muslin didn't offer that much protection from the sun but in an hour or two it would set anyways so Lucian figured it didn't matter. It was less crowded up here anyways.
Lucian continued to follow Cassie as she drifted up towards the bow of the boat while Shauri darted from point to point trying to see everything at once. Koshka continued to saunter along at his side but every time Shauri shot past them she made the bell on her collar ring. Cassie found a bench for them to sit on in front of the pilot house and the overhang from the pilot house's roof gave them some shade as the captain started calling for his pokegirl crew to cast off. The railing that ran around the deck was close enough for them to prop their feet on but only Lucian did. Koshka sat down beside him and as usual she molded herself to his side trying to get every square centimeter possible of her flesh in contact with his. Her "attachment" to him had manifested itself right away, the first night he'd had her actually when she'd insisted on sleep right next to him, and for someone who defended his space with a vengeance it took Lucian a while to get used to it. Now he couldn't get comfortable when he was sitting down or sleeping unless he had his Kitten pressed up against him. Lucian expected that Shauri would start running laps around the upper deck the second they sat down but as soon as Cassie got situated Shauri laid down on the empty section of bench next to her with her torso in Cassie's lap with a happy smile on her face.
"So, why do you want to be a tamer," Lucian asked as the boat started to back away from the dock.
"Eh, you know," Cassie said noncommittally.
"Not really, lotta reasons to do it," Lucian replied.
"Welllll, I could say that I didn't have nothin' better to do."
"But...?"
"There's a bunch of old timers back home, good old boys that sorta run everything in town, ya know? They don't look none too kindly on a human girl who's not really gonna do her part to repopulate the planet."
"Ahhhh," Lucian muttered.
"Yep, and the fringe benefits," her hand started to stroke the exposed white fur of Shauri's flat belly, "they sort of make it worth it. How bout you?"
"Money."
"Oh, greedy are we?" Cassie asked with a twinkle in her eye as the boat turned out into the channel.
"Yeah I suppose. I need the cash if I'm gonna expand my dad's forge."
"You like working with metal?" Cassie asked interestedly as her finger slide over Shauri's pink top and started to trace circles over where Lucian assumed her nipple was.
"Some, that's mostly my dad, I prefer working with wood."
"Oh Lucian works with his wood real well, works it good with Koshka," Koshka teased ending with a pleased giggle.
Cassie and Shauri chuckled along with Koshka as he said, "Oh be quiet."
"Doesn't Lucian like working his wood with Koshka?" she asked trying to sound hurt.
"You're a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that?"
"Lucian's a pain in Koshka's ass about once a week," she declared.
Lucian growled softly at her as Shauri and Cassie continued to laugh.
"Good pain though, fun pain."
"You're a real slut sometimes," Lucian said in resignation.
Koshka rubbed her face against Lucian's shoulder. "Koshka's always Lucian's slut," she declared with a major emphasis on his name.
Lucian sighed at the antics of his Kitten, the only thing that had ever kept Koshka in line had been the threat of direct, unpleasant, physical violence from his mothers. If he really told her to stop it he knew she would but he'd never really seen the need to rein her in, if anything he found her complete lack of manners, couth, and decency endearing, though it tended to rear its head at inopportune times.
"So you want to be a carpenter?" Cassie asked.
"YES!" Lucian shouted.
"Why's that?"
"I just do, when I was twelve I built a chair from scratch, I was hooked. I found out that I really liked working with my hands."
Koshka poked her head around the side of Lucian's so she could look at Cassie. "Lucian's really good with hi..."
"Hush you!" he snapped.
"Awwww, she was paying you a compliment," Cassie teased.
"Mmmhmmm, Mistress is really good with her fingers," Shauri said.
"See?" Cassie said happily as she pinched the nub that was poking up against her pokegirl's top.
"She always call you that?"
"Yeah, I like it," Cassie said nonchalantly.
"What species is she anyway?" There were a couple of cat types that were complete spazes but he couldn't quite nail down what Shauri was.
"Cheetits," Cassie answered.
"How'd you get her?"
"Present, from my folks, well my Dad."
"Not your mom?"
"No, my Dad just wants his little girl to be happy, my Mom, well she doesn't really approve of my uh, proclivities. She's not real mouthy about it but when my Dad brought home Shauri she told him she didn't think he should be encouraging my behavior."
"Doesn't sound too bad."
"Not really, we get along great and all but every once in a while she'd walk in on me and Shauri making out or taking a bath and she'd just get this sort of embarrassed sort of disappointed look on her face. How about you?"
"Koshka's a Kitten; she was a present from my folks on my sixteenth birthday."
"That's a nice present," Cassie said approvingly.
"Yep," Lucian agreed.
Koshka smiled as she listened to Lucian and Cassie talk about how they'd gotten their girls. It always made her happy when she heard Lucian refer to her as "his." She'd come to regard the day that she'd been given to him as one of, if not the, best day of her life, the day Lucian had passed his tamer's test and officially claimed her, as well as collared her was a close second. She loved her collar, especially the little silver bell, she'd quickly learned how to walk in order make it tinkle softly all the time. She wanted to make sure that everyone around her knew that she belonged to Lucian, especially other pokegirls. The first time that she'd gotten a chance to show it off to another pokegirl and not just the Nurse Joy at the center was Shauri, and even though the Cheetits had done a good job of hiding it she'd still seen the envious spark in her eye when Koshka had made the little bell dance.
Speaking of the Cheetits, Koshka peered around the edge of her Master's neck she spied the contented pokegirl still laying across her Mistress' lap. As Lucian and Cassie started to tell each other about their first times with their girls in a round about way, Cassie's hand moved under Shauri's top so that it could continue assailing the girl's assets without interference. Now it was Koshka's turn to be jealous. Lucian had never been shy about petting her in public but he wasn't doing it right now, and she didn't like the way that Cheetits was showing her up.
Very softly she started to squirm against Lucian's side, moving up and down, dragging her master's arm through her generous cleavage, the stretchy material of her top allowing her to almost engulf his arm. Normally this treatment got his attention immediately but he was so engrossed in his conversation with the human girl that he didn't even notice. Moving on to step two she started to rub one of her feet up and down his legs, even through the thick denim of his pants he should be able to feel her doing it and respond accordingly. Nothing. By now Cassie's manipulations of Shauri's chest were getting enthusiastic and in order to be played with without any encumbrance Shauri pulled her small form fitting t-shirt up over her chest and bunched it up under her arms. When Koshka saw her Master's eyes widen at the sight of the Cheetit's soft white fur covered B-cups exposed to the open air Koshka went from annoyed to pissed off in the blink of an eye. While she could admire Shauri's breasts just as much as Lucian could the Cheetits didn't belong to him and now that fuzzy little hussy had his attention to boot.
Dropping all subtle pretenses, human males were notoriously dense, and her Lucian was even worse then normal, Koshka hiked her tiny little skirt up over her hips and grabbed her Master's hand shoving it between her legs. She caught his earlobe between her razor sharp canines and pulled his head down to her mouth so that she could whisper directly into his ear. "Pet Koshka," she demanded. Lucian did as he was told.
For several long minutes the teen's conversation was interrupted as both of them paid attention to their pokegirls. Koshka smiled as Lucian pleasured her with his fingers, Cassie was still only playing with Shauri's tits and Koshka's contentment was visible on her face, though not for the apparent reason. Lucian's manipulations of her were as pleasant and skillful as always but most of her satisfaction came from her showing up Shauri again. Her eventual orgasm wasn't earth shattering by any degree, it simply suffused her with a warm pleasant sensation and the contentment that always followed such a pleasurable release. When Lucian finally removed his hand from her he hesitated, normally he simply would have cleaned off the sticky mess with his own mouth or he would have Koshka do it but this time he seemed unsure what to do with it. When he made like he was going to wipe it off on his pants leg Koshka calmly took hold of his hand again and brought it to her mouth, as a feral she was loathe to let anything go to waste.
Lucian had been chagrined when he had noticed Cassie watching him "pet" Koshka but after watching her give Shauri a chest massage he wasn't going to stop. He rarely played with Koshka this way in public and when he did it was normally in the back of a darkened theatre or just out of sight of everyone else. This was the first time he'd ever pleased her in public and given the way her sandy tongue was cleaning off his digits with a thoroughness usually reserved for a different piece of meat she was quite pleased. The soft purring that had started in the middle of their play quickly got louder until it drowned out Shauri's expression of joy.
"You always show her off like that?" Cassie said with a smile when Koshka finally released his fingers from the warm wet suction of her mouth.
"Uhh, well not usually," he said a bit nervously. "Do you?"
Cassie smiled down at the pokegirl in her lap. "Well Shauri's not shy, and I gotta find a way to keep her happy when I can't tame 'er at the moment."
Lucian almost told her to not let his presence hold her back but thought better of it. The pilot house was far forward on the ferry so that the area where they sat wasn't that large but the occasional prospective tamer still wandered forward enough to see them where they sat. Off to their right the sun sank slowly behind the trees on the far shore.
"So, what about your family?" Cassie asked.
"Not that much to tell really, my Dad's the local blacksmith and the only good one in town so he makes a good living, he married a normal human woman when he quit being a tamer and settled down, he kept a pair of fire type pokegirls, Suzuka and Sally, a Growltit and a Charmelon, between the three of them they've had me, my two younger brothers and my little sister."
"So which on had which of ya?" Cassie asked.
Lucian looked at his redheaded companion and shrugged. "I don't know. Well actually I am old enough to remember that Suzuka had my little sister Nellie, but they made me swear never to tell her."
"What about you and yer brothers?"
"No idea."
"Well you've lived with them all your life; you've got to know them well enough to have figured it out."
Lucian shook his head. "You'd think, but they've never given me any clues."
Beside him Koshka murmured, "Koshka know Lucian's mothers very well."
"Oh no you do not," Lucian snapped.
The small grin that had been on her face a moment before widened. "Koshka know Sally, Nancy, and Suzuka inside and out."
"What's she talkin' 'bout," Shauri drawled from Cassie's lap.
"Absolutely nothing!"
"Come on, I wanna hear this," Cassie encouraged.
Lucian just sighed and resigned himself to listening to the story all over again as Koshka started to tell her tale.
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When Koshka had first arrived at the house she'd been an unholy terror, she'd spent her entire life in the wild and it showed. Thankfully for most of the family Lucian's birthday was after the school year ended which meant that he was home all summer to deal with Koshka, a task for which he proved rather inadequate. Getting her to wear clothes around the house had been the first challenge, keeping her from destroying them with in twenty four hours was the second. Her naturally inquisitive nature combined with a seemingly insatiable appetite lead to the total destruction of the kitchen, on several occasions. Where and when were appropriate times for taming was a battle that still hadn't ended, and those were just the major things. Over the course of the summer Koshka had slowly but surely learned how to behave herself, enough at least that she wouldn't walk into the living room stark naked while everyone was watching TV and bend over in front of Lucian meowing pitifully for a taming, again.
Then school started back up.
Simply keeping Koshka at home while Lucian went to school had been a Herculean task. Dealing with her during the day was worse. Then only reason she had behaved before was because Lucian asked her too, as soon as he was gone she was as bad as she'd ever been, minus constantly begging to be tamed. In short order Nancy had had it, as the only person who stayed home who didn't spend their day in the forge it was her responsibility to keep Koshka in line, a task for which she was ill equipped. The Kitten's behavior was a strange mixture of oblivious three year old, bratty teenager, and imperious cat...girl. Sometime she did things because she didn't know better, other times she did but she simply wanted to piss Nancy off, and the rest of the time, well she didn't really care that you didn't want her to do it. Nancy of course told Lucian as soon as he got home to get on Koshka's case and he did, but as soon as he left the next day she'd be back to her normal feral behavior.
After a few of the most exasperating days of her life Nancy finally enlisted the help of her fellow wives hoping that the pokewomen, both former ferals, could help. The problem with this was that she had enlisted the help of a pair of fire types, where it had taken her several days to become completely exasperated with Koshka it took them two hours. They had hoped that by choosing a Kitten they'd wind up with a docile amiable girl that would be easy for Lucian to train to behave and easy to get along with. They were now finding out that Koshka was as strong willed and defiant as either Sally or Suzuka had ever been. With this realization came the second that the only way to get her to behave was the way they had been taught to behave, the carrot and the stick.
As a Kitten Koshka was the weakest of the cat-types though she was still physically stronger than many other pokegirls and since she was a feral she was far stronger then any domestic Kitten. As a human woman Koshka found Nancy about as threatening as Nancy found Nellie worrisome. Suzuka and Sally were another matter, both of them were born feral, both were highly evolved, and both had spent most of their lives training and working hard, now the tables were turned.
The first time Koshka decided to go prancing through the house naked Suzuka had been waiting. After having her bare bottom lightly singed Koshka had done what would have been a very stupid thing in the wild, she'd turned on her attacker and hissed. After another singeing, this time of some of the more delicate flesh of her front Koshka leapt towards her attacker, the struggle was short and completely one sided and had ended with Koshka pinned to the couch snarling and hissing. The scene repeated itself several times over the course of the day, sometimes with Suzuka, sometimes with Sally. By the second day Koshka was getting the occasional carrot and on the third day Lucian found out exactly how his mother's were training his pokegirl.
Lucian always tried to schedule his classes so that the last one or two were complete bullshit classes, ones he could safely miss and it not matter, like this day. Seeking some relief from the tedium of school Lucian had ducked out early, for once he actually had good intentions in doing so, he had a test coming up in a few days and he could use the extra hour to study. When he got home the forge was strangely quiet, his father was banging away as always but he didn't hear his pokewomen mothers talking or the whooshing roar that would indicate they were working. He did hear Nancy's voice and while he couldn't make out all of what she was saying to his father he was sure he heard his little Kitten's name once or twice.
He soon inside the house and about to make he was upstairs, he was sure Koshka would insist on a taming before she'd let him sit down and study but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. He was about to start up towards his room when a muffled female exclamation caught his attention. With no other motive then to find out where everyone was and what they were doing Lucian around behind the stairs to the door to his parent's room. The sounds coming from the room were obviously female and Lucian surmised that his two non-human parents had decided to take a break. One of the voices let out a howl that Lucian had heard before and he knew that Suzuka was enjoying herself, but when he turned back to the stairs a third voice suddenly chimed in very clearly, even through the door.
"Fuck Koshka!"
Lucian froze as he tried to comprehend this.
"Fuck Kosh...mmmphmm."
Turning back to the door he slowly opened a crack it in a daze, not really knowing what to think. The first thing he spied was Sally's deep red tail swishing across the carpet, the tip held up in the air with a small flame consuming the end of it. The door swung open farther revealing a pair of slim legs thrown over Sally's shoulders as her head worked busily between them. Koshka's lightly tanned body was spread out on the bed, as naked as she'd been when they'd woken up though her face was obscured by Suzuka sitting atop of it shuddering in what Lucian guessed would be her climax.
For a moment he'd stared, confused, aroused, distressed, and disturbed until the old hinges of the door squeaked loudly in protest. With a contented and mischievous smile Suzuka turned towards the door asking, "So Nancy, did you finally decide to joi....LUCIAN!?"
"Mom?"
"Lucian?" Koshka chirped happily.
Sally's head immediately emerged from between Koshka's and turned back towards her son, "Lucian!"
"Mom?!"
"Whatareyoudoinghome!?" Suzuka said in a panic.
"What am I...?"
Having been on the verge of her own carrot and then suddenly having all the attention snatched away from her Koshka arched up in frustration and whined, "Somebody fuck Koshka!"
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"Ohmagawd," Cassie giggled.
"Yep," Lucian said.
"I don't get it," Shauri said as her Mistress continued to laugh and Koshka joined in.
"Oh darlin', I don't know if I should congratulate you or console you," Cassie snickered.
"Go ahead, laugh it up."
"Oh that's funny," Cassie said as her laughter fell off. "So whad ya do?"
"What do you think, I went upstairs and let them finish."
"What 'bout afterwards?"
Lucian shrugged, "What could I do, they needed a way to keep her in line while I was away."
"Oh, that's sort of like the tim....."
For the next hour or so as night fell Lucian and Cassie along with Koshka and Shauri got to know each other better. The talk was pleasant and free flowing and when it came time to fall asleep Lucian let Cassie and Shauri have the bench while he and Koshka took the deck underneath it. Eventually all four of them fell asleep though not until after a little heavy breathing on all their parts.
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BBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Waking up to the bone rattling bellow of a fog horn isn't pleasant, waking up the to bone rattling bellow of a fog horn and then immediately smacking your head into a wooden plank half a meter over your head was worse.
Rubbing his head and dealing with a set of Koshka induced claw punctures on his chest and shoulder Lucian rolled out from under the bench Cassie was lying on and stood up. Cassie was already sitting up on the bench and Shauri was beside her though the Cheetit's sunflower colored fur was standing on end.
"Daaaamn that was loud, you alright? Felt ya smack the bench there," Cassie asked.
Lucian did his best to ignore the dull ache in his forehead. "Yeah I'm fine." Koshka crawled out and joined them a moment later, her normally sleek black tail puffed out like a bottle brush and she was trying to smooth the fur of her ears back down by licking the side of her hand and then running it through the upright fuzz.
The boat was approaching a small wooden dock on the edge of an island. There was no beach visible, just a meter high seawall jutting up out of the surf that the red clay soil went right up to. They were coming up on the north side of the island and only a few meters of packed red soil separated the sea wall and the pier from the five meter high concrete wall of a compound. The island wasn't particularly large but it looked like the compound took up most of it, unless the back side of it was unusually large Lucian guessed it covered a good ten or fifteen acres. Atop the wall he could see men in a black uniform patrolling the wall but most of their attention seemed focused inward rather then outward.
With practiced skill the captain of the ferry brought his old boat to a gentle stop along side the dock and his pokegirl crew tossed lines over to a another group of pokegirls waiting on the dock. The boat was quickly secured and a gangway laid across the gap between the pier and the boat. The gangway was still clattering as the captain rang the ships bell and bellowed, "Camp Walker, everybody OFF!"
Lucian and Cassie gathered up their things and made their way down to the lower deck. Below everyone was slowly filing down the gang way and onto the pier. At the foot of the gangway was a young woman with a clipboard who was checking everyone off a list. Whatever she was doing took a minute and with more then a hundred people ahead of them it took a while for them to make it off the boat.
Lucian killed time by observing the people around him. For the most part they were male with only a few women like Cassie, they all looked in good physical shape and were for the most part Lucian's age but a few guys who looked to be in their mid twenties and even one who had to be in his thirties were sprinkled through out the crowd.
Finally they made it to the gangway, there were only a handful of people behind them, and the woman with the clipboard stopped Cassie and started inquiring about her name, birth date, ID number, and the like, obviously making sure that Cassie was indeed Cassie and supposed to be there. Then it was Lucian's turn.
"Name," she said tiredly.
"Lucian Graner."
The woman flipped through her list to the page where she though his name should be and studied it for a few seconds, when his name didn't appear on the list in the proper place she flipped forward and backward a page but still didn't find him.
"Garner?"
"No, Graner. The guy at the station up the river couldn't find my name on the list, he said that..."
"Oh, you're him." The woman flipped to the last page of her list and ran Lucian through the list of questions before saying, "You're lucky, we got your registration about an hour ago."
"Guess I am." Lucian replied before following after Cassie and Shauri who were now waiting on the end of the dock with the rest of the group.
Three men in black t-shirts and olive drab wilderness pants were standing in front of the large metal gate that covered the entrance to the camp. When the tallest of the three seemed satisfied that everything was in order he adjusted the red baseball cap on his head, pulling it down even tighter on his head, and took a step forward.
"FALL IN!" When the milling of the crowd only increased the sharp angular features of his face locked up in what they would all learn was its default position, pissed. "I SAID FALL IN! Stand Up Straight, Face Forward, Shoulders Back, AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Immediately all extraneous movement in the crowd ceased and everyone did their best to comply with the man's orders, but one conversation didn't end immediately. The instructor, at least that's what Lucian assumed he was, had little difficulty shouldering his way through the crowd to the source of the problem, he was a good head taller then almost everyone present, including the other instructors he had at the gate. Lucian was able to see the person who had earned the instructor's wrath and the boy didn't look very contrite as the instructor stormed up to him.
"What part of shut up did you have trouble understanding!" the instructor demanded.
"I wasn't done talking," the kid said back sarcastically.
"On the ground, fifty push ups, NOW!" the instructor snarled as he shoved his face to within a centimeter of the kids.
"Back off jackass, I ain't doing that!"
"Sergeant Paulson, escort this punk off my island!" he said without ever backing up.
"Yes Sir," the shortest of the three black shirts answered and he quickly came up and grabbed the boy and started to push him back towards the dock.
"Wha! What!? You can't do this!" the kid screamed.
"The hell I can't."
A few heads started to turn to follow the boy's exit but when the instructor bellowed, "Eyes FORWARD!" everyone did as they were told. From the corner of his eye Lucian watch as the stunned youth was shoved back aboard the ferry by Paulson and the gangway was pulled back. Immediately the ferry started to back away from the pier.
"The first thing you need to remember here in Camp Walker is that my word is law. The second is that not one of you are a tamer yet. If at any time I decide that you aren't fit to be here you are gone, there are no appeals, there is no review, if I say you're gone, you're gone! If that little prick had actually wanted to become a tamer he would have done as he was told and he would have shown a little respect, you would all do good to remember that."
The instructor made his way out of the group and started to pace in front of them, his eyes scanning the assembled crowd. "Your presence here does not guarantee that you will become tamers, in fact one third of you will not even complete the training. Your presence simply means that according to the panel of shrinks and witch doctors and tamers to old to remember which hole it goes in that wrote the test there's a chance that you might actually complete the training. But in my eyes YOU ARE ALL EQUALLY WORTHLESS!"
He moved to stand directly in front of the crowd and clasped his hands behind his back. "It is my goal, and the goal of every instructor here to make sure that at the end of these nine weeks you aren't worthless. It is our goal to equip you with the knowledge and tools necessary for you to be tamers and not get yourselves killed!"
"The first three weeks of this camp will be make sure that you're in the physical condition needed to be a tamer and to give you the book smarts to let you do the job. The next three weeks will focus on how to handle a pokegirl, their elements, feeding, care, and the things that will get you killed if you do them! The last three weeks will be hands on, you'll learn how to survive in the wilderness, take care of yourself and your girls, it will also be where you get some hands on experience with a pokegirl."
At the mention of hand's on experience with a pokegirl a way of snickers and whispered jokes swept the crowd, the instructor was not amused.
"And the first thing you will have to learn how to do IS TALK ABOUT SEX WITHOUT GIGGLING LIKE A BUNCH OF FOURTEEN YEAR OLD GIRLS!"
Again silence returned.
"At the end of each three weeks you will be tested, if you fail these tests you will be gone. After the first test the top five students will be rewarded with a pokegirl of their choosing, after the second test all those of you who haven't failed out will be assigned a pokegirl that we feel will best fit with you. The final test is simple. You will go out into the wilderness for one week, unsupervised, at the end of that week you will return to the camp, those of you that have captured at least one pokegirl during that time will become tamers, the rest of you, well there's always next year."
At the end of the speech the two sergeants who had been standing behind the instructor pushed the doors of the gate into the camp open and instructor yelled one last thing before turning and walking through the gate.
"My name is Sergeant Barnes , welcome to Camp Walker."
Lucian's Girls
Koshka - Kitten
Cassie's Girls
Shauri - Cheetits
Author's Notes
Acknowledgements:
Lighthawk - My designated proof reader, who subjected himself to this way too often.
Warpwizard - Who's given me a lot of advice on the mechanics of my writing.
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