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 pokegirl.org 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.
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Chapter 9: Get Back to Work
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"I hope you enjoyed your weekend off. You won't get another for three weeks."
Lucian gave a mock sigh of relief and had Cassie jam her elbow in his ribs for the trouble. He expected to see a smile on her face but she was glaring at him, jerking her head to the side and the annoyance splashed across the many faces around him. He and Cassie might have spent the weekend screwing, but the rest of the platoon had spent it only getting to listen to them.
"This is survival training. Unlike the gym traveling fuck-wits in some leagues you all won't be able to spend your nights in hotels or in campgrounds. In order to do your jobs and stay tamers you're going to have to spend most of your time out in the woods on your own."
As Barnes had instructed the platoon had hustled out to the far east end of the camp for their survival training. The well maintained and manicured lawns and landscaping of the camp had ended and at least five acres of land had been left to run and grow wild. Lucian could see a few plant type pokegirls meandering amongst the small slice of forest that had grown up inside the camp walls. The greenish girls looked to be encouraging everything to grow but without the care and artistry that Lucian had grown accustomed to seeing out of plant types.
"Now even you mental midgets should be able to work a tent and sleeping bag and a box of matches." Barnes stopped in the middle of them and smiled "Which is why you won't get any."
The small sandy clearing they stood in opened on one side back towards the rest of the camp. The other three sides were the small forest. A few wooden benches and tables sat in rows in the clearing, just enough for the platoon to use Lucian figured but at the moment Barnes had them lined up in front of the tables and was dressing them down. The nearest table had its top covered with a large towel. As always Aki followed behind Barnes like a shadow, ever present but avoiding being the focus. Her harem sister was the complete opposite. Amy was sitting at the nearest bench to Barnes looking like she'd been drug a mile behind a ponytaur and then gotten into a boxing match with an amachamp. The psychic girl was drinking was Lucian guessed was coffee from a large insulated mug and tossing venomous look Barnes' way anytime he raised his voice.
"This is what you will get." Barnes strode to the table Amy was sitting at yanked the towel covering it away. Lucian could just make out a small pile of tools sitting on it in a nice neat row before Barnes snatched one set up and turned around. "One canteen," he tossed the small green container on the ground. "One woodsman's tool," with a flick of his wrist he buried the head of the oddly shaped tool in the sand leaving the handle sticking up. "One survival knife," a twenty centimeter knife joined the woodsman's tool in sticking out of the dirt. "That's it, no more, no less. Everything you need to survive is right here. In fact if you're smart you don't even need these things." Barnes started to pace again, his measured strides eating up the distance as he stalked up and down the line of recruits. "The key to surviving in the wild isn't to carry along nine hundred little devices and gizmos. It's about using the only important one you've got."
Barnes stopped right in front of Lucian and stabbed a finger into his forehead hard enough to make Lucian think he'd left a dent. "Your brain. I know this will surprise some of you Rhodes scholars but that lump of mush between your ears isn't just there to keep your skulls from caving in." Barnes resumed his pacing and Lucian fought the urge to rub his abused brow. He was surprised when he felt a pair of lips brush the new divot in his braincase and his eyes snapped to Amy. The pokegirl winked at him and blew him a kiss right before Barnes started up the next part of his tirade. Amy winced and glared at Barnes but if her tamer noticed or cared he didn't show it. "Our ancestors didn't have shit. They didn't have factories turning out knives and tents and boots. They had their brain and their hands. If they wanted a tool they had to go make it. They'd have to chip a knife from a rock then use that knife to kill a rabbit to use its hide to make bindings so that after they cut down a sapling they could fix the knife to the sapling and then they'd have an axe. They did all this while inventing the wheel, discovering fire, propagating the species and quite frankly doing more to improve the gene pool than any of you apes can ever hope to."
Barnes walked back to the center and stood between the two closest tables. "Over the next three weeks we're going to go over everything you'll need to know in order to survive in the wild without any fancy crutches. You'll learn how and where to build camp, how to make a fire, how to find water and make it safe to drink. You'll learn how to find food and cook it, how to treat wounds, and finally how to find your way in the woods and track other creatures in them."
"Remember ladies," Barnes said, making eye contact with each recruit in turn. "One day you're going to forget the matches, or be attacked by a feral and lose everything. One day you're gonna have nothing but that under-utilized lump between your ears to rely on. On that day this shit will save your life so you'd better fucking learn it!"
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"Why do you want to be a tamer?"
Sergeant Paulson stood in front of the class looking over their faces.
"Anyone?"
He waited again.
"No answers at all, you're just all here because your parents told you too?"
"Money!" Someone called out from the back of the class.
Paulson nodded thoughtfully. "Ok, money. Why not make it honestly, get a job? It’s bound to be less dangerous than this."
"If he was smart enough to get a job like that he wouldn't be here," another recruit said. Subdued laughter broke out in the back of the class.
"That's more true than you might think," the dark skinned trainer said. "Let's be honest, if any of us had the mental horse power to make a fortune on our brains alone the league wouldn't have let us become or try to become tamers. Anyone else?"
"Fame?"
Paulson snorted, "If you're after fame drop out and go try to train a girl for the fighting leagues. About the only way to become famous as an Orange League Tamer is to die doing something incredibly stupid that will at a later date be called heroic. Anyone else?"
"Duty."
"Ahhh, we have an ass kisser in the crowd." Paulson sat on the edge of his desk at the front of the class. "It would be a rare person who would go through all the bullshit involved in passing the tamer's test, and come here and pass it all just out of a sense of duty. If duty motivates you there's always the police or regular military."
"Sa what's tha right answer?" Cassie asked from her seat beside Lucian in the second row.
"Whatever yours is." Paulson stood up and folded his hands behind his back. "There's a lot of reasons to be here and I've yet to meet anyone who could sum theirs up in just one word. What's important is that it matters enough to you to be here. Unfortunately I've got some bad news. Your league doesn't give a shit."
"Whatever reason you have to be here is yours and yours alone, the league doesn't care what it is, the league doesn't care whether or not you meet it or are disappointed. What this class is about is what the league does care about. It’s what it means to be a tamer, and Orange League tamer. Whatever it is you hope to get out of this takes a back burner to the job, and that's what this class is about, the job."
"The truth is that you're going to be a jack of all trades. Soldier, policeman, detective, animal control, search and rescue, peacekeeper, diplomat, and anything else the league sees fit to saddle you with. It's a hell of a load, but the rules are simple. Do as you're told."
Paulson let that sink in as he walked behind his desk and pulled out his own copy of their textbook. He thumbed through several pages and then stopped. "Page five," was all he said. Lucian flipped his own book open and found the page, the first page with anything written in it. "The first and most basic duty of a tamer is to capture and tame feral pokegirls to make them useful in civilized society..."
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"So three down, I guess Mitchel is teaching taming."
"Halle-fuckin'-lujah," Cassie said. "I think ur gonna be right, pokegirl typeology ain't gonna be nothin' we ain't already learned ta pass 'at tamer's test."
Lucian nodded, "I spent two years studying for that test, I think I've got it down cold."
"We can't git cocky 'ough. Iffin' we do we ain't gonna do good in it."
"Yeah, still."
"Ah know sug."
They both walked from the classroom building towards where Taming 101 was going to be held. The building was half the size of the mess hall and tucked behind all the other teaching and administration buildings up near the camp's north wall. While one half of the building looked normal for the camp, solid concrete walls, simple windows with no blinds and a door the other half was anything but. A large roll up door was off to one side and a large porch at the back covered what looked like grandstands arranged to look at a series of sets that looked permanent. A small pool of water, a lush little garden, a pile of rubble, each set looked like it was trying to mimic some part of the terrain as best it could in a four meter square plot of land.
"What is this, a spectator sport?"
"Dun properly it sho can be," Cassie said with a chuckle.
"Oh ha ha," Lucian said as they walked inside. Where their previous classrooms had been built like a normal grade school classroom this one had been constructed like a college auditorium, or a stadium. Row after row of simple tables and chairs faced towards a central stage. Each row higher than the last. Where as in other classes the back filled up first and stragglers had to sit in the front this time no one seemed sure where to sit. Lucian could sympathize. What exactly was going to happen in the class, more boring book studying? The stage that was the focus of the seats didn't seem to suggest that. On the left side was a podium and behind it was a long line of white boards and a projector screen, but the right side of the stage was filled with various contraptions that Lucian knew to be taming implements and right in the middle was a large bed sized cushioned platform. Did they really wanna sit down close though? The view would be excellent but they'd be right in front of Mitchel.
Cassie decided things for them. "We're goin' down front!" She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him down the aisle towards the front of the auditorium. When she got to the first row and the center seats she tossed her bag down and pulled him into the seat right next to him.
Lucian almost protested but he thought about it for a moment and decided to keep his mouth shut. Better making a choice and seeing how things went rather than make none. If they'd sat in the back or middle rows of seats nothing bad was likely to happen, but nothing any good either. It could turn out bad for them in the front but then again... Better to be damned for doing than damned for doing nothing.
"Wow sug, ah seen ah lotta tamin' gear an soma 'at stuff ah ain't got no idea what it does."
Lucian didn't know either. With Koshka's love of restraints he'd taken a more than healthy interest in that side of life but even he had no idea what some of the archaic collections of straps, chains, and steel did.
"Pick a seat already!"
Lucian and Cassie's heads both snapped around to the podium where sergeant Mitchel was now standing. They'd been so busy inspecting the gear that they'd entirely missed her entrance. Her usual cap was missing as were her glasses. Her blond hair was pulled back in a tight french braid and her brown eyes quickly scanned the auditorium as people hustled to their seats. Without her hat and glasses obscuring her face Lucian changed his opinion about her. She was actually an attractive woman in her early thirties rather than the forty something frump he'd thought. When he turned to ask Cassie what she thought he caught her staring at Mitchel and he gave her a sharp elbow.
"OW!"
"You were staring."
"Was not."
"Well at least wipe the drool off."
Cassie punched him in the arm. He only chuckled. On the stage a pair of pokegirls were coming up behind Mitchel. The first was the vixxen TA he'd spent most of the last semester staring at, Mitchel had either loaned her out or was borrowing her now. Either way he didn't mind getting another chance to stare at her one bit, certainly not in this class. The second girl he just assumed she was a pokegirl. Taller than average they would be pokegirl certainly had a commanding presence, not unlike that of Barnes. Even in his quiet moments when he wasn't bellowing at some recruit Barnes demanded a certain respect and deference, this pokegirl gave Lucian the same feeling. She wasn't as tall as Mitchel, but at a good one point eight meters she'd be half a head taller than he was. Her charcoal colored hair was pulled back in a high ponytaur tail and fell down her back. Her honey colored skin positively glowed in the stage lights. Dark green almond shaped eyes sparkled as she felt people's attention being attracted to her and she subtly turned to best show off her body. The light yellow sun dress clung to her ample chest and all the way down to her hips before flaring out into a bouncy skirt that fell just past her knees.
"Now yer droolin'," Cassie said.
"Welcome to taming one oh one," Mitchel began. "You've all made it this far so congratulations." She looked over the crowd. "Given that you're also all of age I'm going to assume that you all know at least which hole, or holes, you can stick it in. This class isn't going to teach you sex ed all over again."
"What I am going to teach you is how to handle keeping your girls tame and how to tame ferals. You'll find out how to manage your girls taming so that they all stay nice and tame but you're not a zombie. You'll be taught how to deal with many pokegirls who are not built just like you and me. Ever wanted to know how you're supposed to tame a snakegirl, or a tauric? You'll find out."
"If you get nothing out of this class I want you to get this one thing, the most important thing. How to perform under pressure." Mitchel's voice rose and her fist thumped the podium as she reinforced her words. "It's easy to get it up when you're in a hotel room and it’s just you and a horny catgirl looking all cute and innocent. Any idiot can perform then. Tamers don't have those luxuries though. There are going to be times when you feel like shit. You're sick and you've had the stuffing beat out of you all day. You smell like shit because you've been crawling through the muck all day long. You're beaten, bruised, hungry, and tired beyond all belief. It's hot, muggy, and the flies are biting. The only thing you want to do is crawl into your tent and be dead to the world for a week. But you can't, because one of your harem needs a taming and there's a feral to deal with. You're going to have to be able to get it up in those situations and perform. In that state you're going to have to get it up and suck it up enough to tame your girl and show her she did a good job. Then you're going to have to get it up and do it again, only this time with a feral who hates you, who wants nothing to do with you. A pokegirl who doesn't want to screw, one who wants to rip your cock and balls off and shove them so far down your throat you choke to death on them. You're going to have to tame her and do it right."
Mitchel pounded her podium. "That's when we find out if you're a real tamer or some wanna be little punk. Tamers get the job done no matter what. Taming isn't always done in a luxury suite. You'll have to do it in the woods pressed up against a tree, in a wet nasty cave, in a tent perched on a mountainside. Sometimes you'll have to tame a girl who's not interested at the moment, or in front of crowd. It's not always pretty and loving. Sometimes it’s just grunting, mechanical sex, but you've gotta do it."
A smattering of laughter came from the crowd. Some of the recruits nudging one another in amusement at such an absurd statement. Mitchel just smiled. "You laugh because you're idiots." That ended the chuckling rather quickly. "Those of you who've had more than your right hand for a partner haven't really had to try. You've had willing partners in comfortable surroundings when you're both fresh and have a good night's sleep. It's easy to get it up then, it’s easy when your partner wants it as much as you do. Mark my words though, you're going to find out what pressure is very shortly and those of you who were just laughing," she just grinned. "You're the ones who'll be limp as a gymsock."
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"Fail," next student, "Dead," next, "Won't last five minutes," another, "Fail," next, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Lucian listened to Barnes approaching and gritted his teeth. Their first assignment on the first day had sounded simple enough, make a fire. They'd all been issued a large pack containing dozens of survival implements but Barnes had informed them that the canteen, woodsman's tool, and survival knife were all they'd gotten. He'd even made them dump the few bits of kit that were stowed in the handle of the knife. He was really missing the flint that had been in there right now. Shutting out the sound of Barnes making his way down the line of recruits feverishly trying to make a flame he concentrated on twirling the stick between his hands against the wooden plank he'd found as fast as he could. It wasn't even making the tender he'd piled around the point of the stick smoke. In fact when he pulled the stick away the tender wasn't even warm. A large hand clapped him on the shoulder.
"Congratulations Graner, you've managed not only to die, but you'll do it with blistered and bleeding hands." Barnes released his shoulder and marched to the center of the clearing. "Well, that was a waste of time. You people have utterly failed to produce any fire. I was hopeful that one of you might not make a feral bimbo look like a brain surgeon but...," Barnes let his statement trail off and the implication hang in the air. "Being able to build a fire is the single most important survival skill period. If you can't build a fire nothing else you do is going to amount to much." Barnes snatched a woodsman's tool off the table and muttered. "I'll show you apes how it’s done."
Barnes stalked to a nearby stand of saplings and with a single swing he felled one. After picking up some tender and a few pieces of assorted wood he came back to them. "Always set up your fire pit first. The same reason that tinder works so well is also the reason that the slightest screw up will put it out. You don't want to have to dick around with the fire pit once the tinder lights." A few scattered rocks defined Barnes' pit and he filled it with tender and wood carefully arranged. His odd axe like tool took a few more swings, hewing off a pair of straight limbs and then peeling off a long strip of young bark. The bark and one of the limbs became a bow and he looped the string around the other limb. Jamming the second limb's tip into one of the flat scraps he'd brought back he held it in place with another scrap on top. He piled some tender around the tip of the limb and used the bow to set it spinning. In seconds he had the limb twirling faster and more consistently than anything Lucian had managed. Not even a minute later the tender belched smoke and started to glow.
"And that's how you do it," Barnes said triumphantly as the fire began to rise out of the fire pit. He stood up and tossed the bow and implements he'd used to start the fire into it. "Remember, if you learn nothing else from this course you will learn how to make a fire. Now you've got forty five minutes left, and since you don't leave until somethings burning I suggest you get a move on."
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"Why do we tame feral pokegirls?"
Lucian cautiously put his hand up.
"Graner?"
"To increase the number of tame pokegirls?"
Paulson shook his head. "Close, but that's not the main reason. Anyone else? You, in the back."
"For defense?"
"No. The real reason we tame pokegirls is to keep them in check. Think about it. While it’s not obvious in the cities, the countryside if full of pokegirls; feral ones. Everyone of these girls is dangerous. Some are nuisances at best but some can lay waste to city blocks at will. Capturing ferals is all about control. Capturing and taming ferals adds another predation onto girls that often have no predator. It helps to thin out their numbers. It makes them wary of coming too close to civilization lest they be captured. Most tamers will never stray much more than a day or two's journey from a settlement, because of this tamers surround our cities and towns in a sort of barrier, capturing and taming girls that get to close. This drives others away and keeps them far away from human cities." Paulson tapped his desk. "Believe me, if the ferals of the world were ever motivated properly to attack humanity there would be little we could do to stop them. The saving grace right now is that like most animals they aren't looking for a fight and tamers provide a strong disincentive for coming near human populations."
"Then why don't we just let everyone be a tamer?" A student to Lucian's left asked. It was one of Robert's stooges.
"Why is the Orange League picky? Do you remember Mao's Rebellion?"
"Well, yeah."
"The Orange League was spared the worst of it but do what the root cause of all that destruction was? One tamer who couldn't be trusted with what he had. Just one tamer. One idiot fucked up and caused the whole mess. What if Mao had been well looked after and cared for? You'd have never heard of her. That in a nutshell is why we have fewer tamers. Yes we have fewer pokegirls than most by about a factor of five or six, but we have fewer tamers by a factor of over fifty. Why? Because we're picky."
"In the Orange League not just any idiot can become a tamer. You are all sitting here after passing rigorous examinations of your intelligence, personality, and having a psychic girl stir your brain to see what floats. You're the top two and a half percent of candidates and that's all we want. We're sure in the long run you can be trusted with a combat type pokegirl."
"Other leagues hand out tamer's licenses to anyone who can properly fill out their name on an application. They hand over a license to own six of the most powerful weapons every conceived by man to anyone who wants one then stand around wandering why they still have feral problems and so much pokegirl related crime. Pokegirls are too dangerous to just be given to any idiot. They have to be trusted to a special breed of idiot, Orange League tamers."
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"So what is this class going to teach you?"
"How to be an exhibitionist?" Someone called out.
"Among other things," Mitchel said. "Most of you paid attention enough in high school sex ed to know what goes where. In fact even without it and a clueless female you'd eventually figure out how to do it on your own. Instincts are great that way. However not every pokegirl is going to be built like a human girl with some odd accessories and fashion choices. Some girls are truly different..."
As Mitchel finished saying that a large rolling door on the right side of the auditorium rolled up. Through the door walked and slithered a collection of some of the odder pokegirls Lucian knew of. Before Mitchel could start talking again and command his attention Lucian was able to identify at least two snake girls, a scorpugirl, some kind of horse girl, one made out of living metal, and a few more that either burned, zapped, or floated to the side being unidentifiable without a closer look.
"...and with girls like these your instincts will be useless and might even get you killed. Since the goal of your job is to tame feral pokegirls your dying would be counterproductive."
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"Oh lord," Cassie moaned as she flopped down on her bed.
"Yeah," Lucian agreed as he sat down on his own bed. Koshka growled when he tried to push her to the side and out of her sunbeam so he could sit where he wanted so he sat where he could. In the unoccupied cubicle behind them Atsui was in the same place on the other bed, enjoying a sunbeam of her own. Lucian could see Shauri and Pirta sitting at the desk in Cassie's cubicle playing cards.
"Last semester was easy compared ta this," she moaned.
"Yeah, how far did Paulson get? Chapter two on the first day?"
"Ah can't believe tha bast'rd gave us homework on tha first night."
"They all did."
"Well ah kinda expect it outta Barnes, ya know?"
"Yeah." Lucian reached across his cubicle and snagged his survival manual off the desk.
"Lookin' fer ways ta make fire?"
Lucian nodded. "Barnes wants everyone to be able to do at least two besides the one he showed today."
"Anythin' in'erestin'?" She asked as she grabbed her own from the foot of her bed.
"A couple of things." Lucian went down to the floor and fished out his survival pack out from under the bed along with another empty sack. Barnes had let them collect all the gadgets back up that he'd made them dump prior to the fire exercise but he'd told them to only bring the allowed ones the next day. He started to sort through all the gear they'd been issued and tossed most of it in the other pack to keep it straight until they were allowed to use it again. As he dug through the pile of stuff he came across a small plastic box the size of a pack of playing cards if a little thicker. The olive drab plastic didn't have any markings on it and out of curiosity he flipped it open. Inside were two compartments, one with a nine volt battery with its terminals covered, and another with a half dozen wads of steel wool. A slip of paper was tucked into the lid.
"Whatcha got 'ere?" Cassie asked as she peered over her cubicle wall to try and see what he'd found.
"No idea," he replied. The piece of paper was a set of simple typed instructions. "Something about starting a fire." Following the gist of the directions he popped the cover off the nine volt battery and stuck it into a piece of steel wool he pulled out.
"AHHHH!" he yelped, hurling the glowing orange piece of steel wool to the floor.
"What happened?" Cassie said hustling to his bed. Atsui and Koshka were both quick to their feet as well.
"The shit got hot," he said nudging the now cooled piece of wool with his foot. The blackened metal flaked apart and crumbled as he pushed it.
Cassie picked up the directions. "Well its fer startin' ah fire dumbass, whad ya think it’s gonna do?" Pirta and Shauri followed their Mistress over.
"Well I wasn't expecting it to get that hot that fast." Lucian checked out his burned finger tips and hissed.
Pirta slide past her Mistress and held Lucian's fingers. He grimaced at the touch but said nothing as the glace's cool hands suddenly became frigid. Her grip was firm and didn't release him for over a minute. "Better?" she asked.
"Yeah," Lucian said. "I guess, I can't feel a damn thing now."
Cassie squeezed by the pokegirls and dug Lucian's first aid kit out. "Barnes was right, ya are dumber than ah box ah rocks."
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"You look like shit."
Amy's right hand shot up, middle finger aloft defiantly. Her head stayed on the table though, face hidden by her crossed arms.
"Aww, little pokegirl want me to feel sorry for her?"
'I want you to shut the hell up,' Barnes heard her say in his head.
"I'm not going to feel sorry for you when you're bombed because you were up all night peeping on recruits and their girls. What time did you get to bed anyways, three?"
"Four," Amy moaned.
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"Fuck," Cassie muttered as they left their room and headed for the mess hall. Half way down the barracks Robert and his lackeys had noticed them coming and stood up to block the walkway to the front door.
Lucian and Cassie both walked towards them, hoping foolishly that the older recruit and his pack might move.
"Come on Bob, how about you and the stooges make a hole so we can get through."
"Fuck off Graner."
"Come up with something new to say Bob." Lucian said as he tried to force his way past the hostile recruit and the handful friends he had backing him up.
Robert wasn't interested and he shoved Lucian back. "What, you think you two are hot shit because mommy and daddy bought you a pokegirl?"
"What tha fuck is 'at supposed ta mean?" Cassie asked.
"What's it sound like you little rich bitch? You two might have Barnes fooled into thinking you're hot shit but the minute you're on your own the two of you will fold like a shitty lawn chair."
"Don't blame us because you're too stupid to top out," Lucian snapped.
Lucian realized he might have pushed things just a little far as Robert bowed up. His arm was reaching back just as Atsui slipped between them. "Boys, no need for this, everyone will have their own girls to," Atsui's purr deepened and took on a husky tone, "mmmm, play with soon enough."
Her statement might have been simple peacemaking if not for the heat wave rolling off her. The firecat was going above and beyond the norm to pump out the dry eye searing heat. Lucian took a step back from her as did everyone else. Robert looked to be seriously considering unloading his aggravations on Atsui but after several tense moments he relaxed and backed off.
"Nice Graner, hiding behind your pokegirl?"
To the side Pirta was pushing forward. Bits of frost were forming on the cubicle walls around her and Robert's friends didn't seem interested in getting in her way.
"Come on Lucian," Cassie said as she followed Pirta.
Lucian followed and Atsui brought up the rear. He walked past the posse glaring at Robert and the whole way until they cleared the obstruction and started to head for the door. "Maybe if you had a couple of pokegirls you could do something about it rather than stand there with your limp dick swinging in the wind."
"Fuck you!" Robert snarled, pushing past his followers to come right at Lucian.
Atsui flared to blast furnace temperatures, enough to make the floorboards beneath her start to char. Robert pulled up short and Lucian hustled out of the barracks.
"Real fuckin' smart dumbass," Cassie said. "In ah couple ah week 'at dickhead will 'ave ah couple ah pokegirls."
"Yeah I guess you're right."
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"What 'bout 'at one girl ah Mitchel's?"
"The vixxen?"
Cassie shook her head. "Nah, tha other one." Her Tamer's Responsibilities book sat on the table in front of her forgotten for a moment. After dinner they'd decided to study outside given how pleasant the night was.
"Who Alma?" Lucian asked. Koshka's head in his lap didn't move but one of her ears did perk up and turn to hear their conversation better. Pirta and Atsui sat at the other end of the bench talking in hushed tones while Shauri sprinted around one of the nearby buildings to work off some energy.
"Cassie nodded. "Yeah her. What kinda girl you think she is?"
Lucian shrugged. "Who knows, near humans all look the same."
"Not all of'em."
"Ok, the ones that aren't half on fire or have lightning shooting out of their finger tips all look the same."
"Granted."
"Alma is one hot little bitch though isn't she?"
"Oh hell yeah," Cassie said enthusiastically. "Ah wouldn't mind lickin' at treat one lil bit."
Her Mistress' talk finally got Pirta's attention, after all only humans could miss the signs that a pokegirl was a pokegirl, even a near human one. "Who is this?"
"One of Sergeant Mitchel's pokegirls," Lucian answered.
"Hot lil thing, got an asian look ta her but she's got 'is nice bronze coluh to 'er 'at makes mah mouth water. Big tits, nice hips, and knows how to dress."
"I think you might like her more than I do."
Cassie grinned. "Well since she's Mitchel's girl ah prolly got more of ah shot 'en you do too."
Lucian thought about it then muttered, "Damn it."
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Lucian's Girls
Koshka – Catgirl
Atsui – Firecat
Cassie's Girls
Shauri – Cheetits
Pirta – Glace
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Author's Notes
1) Yes, I intentionally left out Pokegirl Typology. Most of us know the differences between this type and that type of girl. That one type is stronger against another. I have nothing new or interesting to add to that discussion and no story points to work with off it. Barnes is a good character to write and teaching survival will make good use of his character and style. Tamer responsibilities are my sounding block for how the OL tamer system is different from others. Taming 101, well that's just gonna be pure fun.
Acknowledgements:
Lighthawk - My designated proof reader, who subjected himself to this kind of crap way too often.
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